TF-Prime Character: CreedTF-Prime Character: Creed2 months ago in Profiles More Like This
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Age (Earth Years): 30
Robot Mode: Based on the Character from Assassins Creed
Alt. Mode(s): Cybertronian car
A plasma blaster, daggers, a sword, a shot gun and knives. Sometimes a Bow and Arrow. Keeping it simple and light so he can move around and be stealthy in the night while he hunts the Hunters. He's not a huge weapons fan, only using what he needs to get the job done correctly and the first time.
He was born into a lower class family and his parents where unable to provide much for him but they did everything that they could to help him through life as well as get him into a school to learn. When the war started it was brutal on his family, none of them wanted to fight but the Decepticons wouldn’t take no for an answer. The Decepticons killed his parents out of a cold spark, but that still didn’t drive Creed to get revenge. He saw what the war was doin
001 Supergirl: OriginThe first memories that I have in life, oddly enough, are green. The pale green glow of the monitors, the glow of the fluid in which I was suspended, and the pale green reflection of my own face in the glass of the container in which I was formed. I refocus, and then I see the impassive green face that regards me- that of my creator. How many can say that they have seen the face of their creator, I wonder? But then, this is the entirety of my experience, and it is difficult to imagine more as yet. Deep thoughts really just don't suit me- I am definitely a creature of the moment.001 Supergirl: Origin3 years ago in Settings More Like This
There are no pupils in the eyes that regard me, just white openings circled in black where one would presume his optic sensors would be found. The red dots on his forehead and cranium blink intermittently as his near-monotone voice addresses me. Then understanding dawns on me as my memories came to me in a rush... I suppose that is no
Leading a RebellionBehind my forced smile, teeth grinded together, making a low scrapping sound in my ear. Muscles were almost painfully tense under my uniform. My doubtful thoughts poured into my lungs, ready to be released into the world. I desperately wanted to revile my fears and uncertainly, to let them all hear my guilt.Leading a Rebellion4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This was not how I used to be. I never before had been so shaky in my actions. Never felt so much regret, so much shame. Yet, I feel I could do nothing about it. It's far too late to question, but too bad to ignore. When they asked me to join her revolution, to change the world, I could not refuse. If only I had known what I was signing on to. If I knew that my actions would mean the imprisoning of every man in the world, including the ones I cared for and loved, I would have arrested them. But, I didn't know, I didn't ask. It was the first in a long list of mistakes that would slowly turn me into an almost mental mess. And now I am one of them.
I am their ally, their trusted compa
Adventures under the Veil: The Tavern Pt3Bu pivoted and as he drew his long sword kicked out at the closest table and stacked chairs with his hoof sending them hurtling towards the oncoming figures.Adventures under the Veil: The Tavern Pt32 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Nezumi let loose with one of her darts hitting one of the assailants as they lunged through the darkness nimbly jumping over the cascading chairs, the assailant let out a screech and went crashing past Nezumi and Bu as its lunge over shot the pair and it writhed in a heap of broken chairs trying to pull out the dart.
Nezumi: “Rats!! I hate rats!!”
A dark figure seamed to move and shift behind the assaulting vermin and from the darkness a net shot out towards the duo and the cloaked stranger at the bar. The net fell short and instead became rapped and tangled around a stool next to the stranger.
Kawazu’s song was now in full swing energising and spurring on his comrades, but as he attempted to leap up onto the table to join the fray he slipped in the darkness and went crashing through a near by table. As he
Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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003 Supergirl: Comes the DawnComes The Dawn003 Supergirl: Comes the Dawn3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The curtains blew aside as the wind scattered papers and rolled pencils off the desk, then materialized as a black and crimson clad figure with a Belly Burger bag in her hand.
Traci 13 cocked one baleful eye at the cheerful figure hovering slightly off the ground and her pet iguana Leeroy hissed vehemently. "If there's hash browns in that bag then I might forgive you... otherwise I think I'ma turn you into a frog for the day."
"Ooooh, now that does sound pretty serious! Lucky for me..." A black gloved hand dipped into the bag and produced three ovoid discs of pressed and fried potato bits, "I brought hash browns. So no chasing princes for me today!"
Leeroy waddled across the curvaceous form in the bed to snap at one of the fried breakfast foods, grasping his prize with his long-clawed front paws and tearing great bites from it hungrily. "Leeroy! That's my breakfast!" complained Traci. "Relax,
Samantha Hayley Asins- BioFull Name:Samantha Hayley Asins- Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Samantha Hayley Asins
Husband: Momma Mori
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Her emotions are like little papers that are poured into a hat. Anyone who decides to interact with her end up taking the risk of dealing with any side of Sam. She can snap from being completely pissed to completely happy. Usually these emotions don't get in the way of her social life, but lately they have. Her main emotions consist of bawling her eyes out of depressed, rage, spite, or bittersweet. There are times where certain subjects can make her snap or break. It's difficult to decode her feelings during these times.
Sam enjoys men more than women, the color of maroon, clothes that are too big for her, making love, kissing, snuggling, hugging,
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form8 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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