#blitzwing // you mean we're like. stuck in this suckfest?

[neornuna]

The Scout

GENERAL

Name: Bumblebee Race: Cybertronian Visible Age: n/a

Actual Age: ???

Production Date: He can’t remember.

Revival Date: 06/05/?? (dd/mm/yy)

Gender: Cybertronian

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Queer

Preference: Male-leaning

APPEARANCE

Optics: Cyber Blue Shell: Electric Yellow Height: 17ft Body Type: Cybertronian Light Type: Arc (Hunter - loosely)

PERSONALITY

His Ghost would describe him as annoyingly incompetent. Someone nicer would describe him as bubbly, easily excited, and curious. He tends to get himself into trouble with his natural urge to explore, but he’s always able to get himself out of it as easily.

BACKGROUND

Revived in the swamps of Old Chicago, he can’t remember anything from before the day Papillion found him. He’s quite happy with his life now, but he can’t shake the itch that he’s forgetting (and thus failing at) something really important.

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The Triplicate Conundrum

GENERAL

Name: Blitzwing Race: Cybertronian Visible Age: n/a

Actual Age: ???

Production Date: He can’t remember.

Revival Date: 08/05/?? (dd/mm/yy)

Gender: Cybertronian

Pronouns: he/any (neutral), she/they (chaotic), he/him (anger)

Sexuality: Queer

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Optics: Cyber Red Shell: Royal Purple and Plum Height: 37ft Body Type: Cybertronian Light Type: Solar, Void, Arc (loosely adheres to all classes)

PERSONALITY

Their Ghost would describe him as unpredictable, and untrustworthy due to it. Blitzwing would describe himself as a mech just trying to find his way in the world. The personality varies by face, of course; Anger is mostly angry, as one would think, Neutral tends to front most often and has a flat affect, and in turn tends to be the most predictable. 

BACKGROUND

Revived in the swamps of Old Chicago, he can’t remember anything, not even the reason he feels so uncomfortable around his Ghost. He’s overly polite to Static to try and compensate, but it never works. He always feels like he’s missing something, now that he’s Risen, but he can’t put his finger on what.

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The Escaped Pet Project

GENERAL

Name: Rocket Race: Raccoon-Cyborg…thing. Visible Age: ???

Actual Age: Fuck if he remembers.

Birth Date: Wasn’t sapient enough to keep track when he was born.

Rebirth Date: 01/01/?? (It was in the Golden Age, he remembers that)

Gender: Rocket, fuck you.

Pronouns: he/they/it

Sexuality: Aroace robosexual homoromantic

Preference: Anything metal

APPEARANCE

Eye/optics: Chocolate brown, sky blue, candy red Fur/plating: Slate grey/dark brown/cream, silver Height: 3’7” Body Type: Raccoon

PERSONALITY

Braytech calls him a smartass with dreams bigger than his body can handle. The authorities call him a cocky son of a bitch, with a real hard-on for guns and machines, who has the chronic need to be the smartest guy in the room. Groot knows him as a frightened animal who constantly feels like he’s backed into a corner, who has five escape plans for every situation. He’s self-described as a machismo-filled heroine that’s good with machines.

BACKGROUND

Imagine being forced into sapience, into what humans envision as the ideal of apex life. Imagine being so smart you don’t have the words for it, and never getting the opportunity to learn the words for it. Imagine your friends dying because you didn’t move fast enough. Imagine personally clawing up the face of Clovis Bray I. Imagine a sting in the back of your skull, then waking up god knows how long later, blind, deaf, unable to move beyond shivering, unable to speak, because you’d been put on ice semi-permanently. Imagine being unable to comprehend the freedoms before you, because you never had the chance before. Imagine not recognising your body for the first couple years you were back up and rehabilitating, because when you went to sleep you were still a juvenile. Imagine having to half-replace yourself with tech you despise because frostbite took half of your faculties. You now know what it’s like to be Rocket Raccoon.

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The Flowering Heart

GENERAL

Name: Groot Race: Groot Visible Age: Groot’s a tree.

Actual Age: Tree

Birth Date: Not possible to transcribe on Sol calendars, Rocket celebrates Groot’s birthday on the same day Groot found him, so 23/09.

Rising Date: Who cares?

Gender: Groot

Pronouns: groot/groot/groot. Will accept he/him, they/them, it/its

Sexuality: Aroace

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Eyes: N/A Bark: Brown Height: Variable; sticks around 8’5”. Body Type: Tree Light Type: Flora (arc/solar) (no class adherence)

PERSONALITY

I am Groot.

BACKGROUND

I am Groot.

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The Super Colonel

GENERAL

Name: Sarge Race: Cybernetically upgraded Human (Chinese-American) Visible Age: He never takes off his helmet, nobody knows.

Actual Age: Rude!

Birth Date: July 4th, of course!

Rising Date: He forgot.

Gender: MAN!

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Has relationships with women, and sex with men (Pansexual)

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Eyes: ??? Skin: His armour is his skin at this point, so…red. Height: 5’4” Body Type: Chubby in the buff way Light Type: Solar (it’s the most red) (+ explosions) (Titan)

PERSONALITY

Loud, proud, brash, dumbass, yet somehow tactically gifted in ways most people can’t comprehend. He’s a complete and utter jackass, but under everything is a man who cares deeply and doesn’t know how to show it.

BACKGROUND

He will not tell anyone, he refuses to tell anyone a lick of backstory, and every time you needle him for information, he will say something wildly different and off the cuff every time. His fake backstories include being a failed clone of Lord Shaxx, being the last living descendant of Zavala, being dredged out of the methane sea on Titan, being a scientist that worked with Rasputin personally, and being a failed clone of the Young Wolf.