Post by Raphael J Ashton on Nov 2, 2009 15:25:01 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is inconsequential, but you can call me J. I've been on this planet 18 years, but have been RPing for about a year and a half. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of no one else a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by use of Proboards Support.
''Damn I'm good
Character's Full Name: Artificial Humanoid Unit 00 "Rapheal J Ashton"
Nicknames: J-kun
Age:17
PB: Takanori Mitsuda
Species: human-type Technorganic Lifeform
Side in the war:neutral
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality: Rapheal is, for lack of a better word, extremely repressed. His day is one basic monotony from dawn to dusk: Wake up at six, head to work, head home from work, dinner sleep. The basic 9-5 that anyone would go through. The reason that he goes through such monotony, dispite the fact that he hates such things, is a desire for normalcy that was born from his background. As an artificial being, he was never given a normal past. He doesn't have much of a sence of humor, nor does he have any driving factor that gives him a reason to be. Instead he just lives out his life as if he were actually a normal human.
He doesn't like to kill people, dispite how he was brought up, dispite what he has done. Even in the most chaotic situations, he can and does stay level-headed and objective. Though the recent series of events has made him want to do something other than the 9-5 he'd been living up until then. Because of the giant robots crashing through buildings and destroying cities, the instincts which he had been supressing for his entire life began to act once again. The monster which he had once been began to stur.
Likes: Zoids, Gundam, anime, music, interesting things
Dislikes: Killing, monotony, the people who made him, the decrease in quality media, the decrease in media quality
Fears: Needles, the Dark, giant planet eating transforming planets
Your Greatest Strength: Rapheal's greatest strength would be twofold. One, he is able to regenerate indefenately, he can heal any wound, given enough time, so long as he is still alive. The other is his physical abilities. He is significantly faster and more agile than a generic human, traits begreudginly owed to his creators. His speed and agility, along with his ability to dilate his own perception, grant him the ability to go toe-to-toe with techno-organics, and truth be told he is a technorganic, which is marganally different from a techno-organic.
Your Greatest Weakness: Rapheal has a number of smaller weaknesses, such as any normal human would have, one larger weakness, his third fear which is actually more of a phobia, and that's not all. Whenever he surpasses a normal human's speed, his body's cellular structure begins to break down, starting in the minor internal organs and working it's way out. As a result, overuse can cause severe internal bleeding. Another weakness is in his ability to dilate his perception, first of all, it doesn't matter if he can see an attack comming, if he can't change his position enough to avoid it, it's a mute point. Secondly, it poses a major strain on his central nervous system, as it is the unilateral increaseing of the speed of his neuron's connections, which can damage the connections and lead to severe, dibilitating migrains, a major problem in the middle of a battle.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family: none
History: July, 1976; a researcher discovers a cybertronian fossil in the form of Predicon and Maximal technologies brought to this earth from another continuety through some sort of Transwarp hiccup. October, 1976; a Pharmicutical company by the name of Maxcon Pharmicuticals opens and begins producing advanced medical technologies. Feburary, 1977; Maxcon expands into military weaponry behind closed doors. March, 1977; Maxcon stock is among the ten most valuable stocks worldwide. January 2009, Maxcon, still the most powerful Pharmicuticals company in the world begins large scale production of Anti-Transformer Weapons. December, 2009; In responce to the project 'Hybrid', Maxcon begins their own secret project: Angelus. Feburary, 2010; the first fetus of 108 survivng the "Numbered Rebellion" from the Angelus Project was born in a facility in New York City, hidden under the Maxcon main building.
The child, being a prototype, was given the designation Unit Number 00, nicknamed Zero by the reasearchers, a name that eventually all in the facility would adopt. Raised as a weapon, Zero was trained from the age he could hold a gun to kill and to follow orders. All went well for thirteen years until Unit 00 had had enough. He rebelled against Maxcon and slaughtered every worker, researcher, and other worker in the building, including the CEO and Presedent of Maxcon Pharmicuticals. Though unit 00 was the only one to rebel, that event became known as the Numbered Rebellion to the world when American National Guard Members stormed the building. Dispite the best efforts of the men who entered, the only survivors in the building were the results of the Angelus Project, and of them, 108 were unaccounted for, including unit 00.
During the small space of time between finishing his job and the USNG Members arriving, Zero, along with 107 of his 'siblings', escaped the building without being caught. He managed to get himself adopted by an Ashford household in a nice neighborhood, and lived up until the present in reletive normalcy.
Anything Else?:Rapheal always carries a pair of semi-automatic .45 magums which he can use dynamicly in combat.
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: Yes, now can I Transform and Roll Out?
Custom Title: none ATM
RP Sample:
Taptap taptap Heel toe, Heel Toe, went his shoes on the marble floors of the hallway as he was escorted to his new dorm by one of the workers of the Spade Dorm. A kindly gardener, much like the other spades, he pretended to be much colder than he actually was. He wasn't good at fooling his heart though. They stopped at the second door on the right, a gothic motif just like all the others. What set this one appart from the rest was the sign, it hung loosely from a nail set at the limits of the Gardener's reach on a brass chain. The sign was of a simple wooden existance, and had a single name carved into it, "Mur Soluca", though the name only took up the upper half of the 12" X 12" sign
The front of the door lacked a knocker, ornimated beyond the sign by only a simple brass doornob. "Well, whaddya waiting for?" The gardener said, his voice rough, presumibly from disuse, "this here's yer dorma-try." Rapheal smirked and thanked the gardener, who he had taken to calling 'Ji-san'. The gardener left the young Ashford where he stood and returned to his duties, mumbling something like 'ain't got no time ta be showin' no new brats around.'
'Mur Soluca' eh? Sounds interesting. Always on his 'best behavoir', Rapheal rapped twice on the door and announced simply "I'm comming in." before taking the handle in his right hand and twisting it about 90 degrees to the right and pulling outward. The door resisted for a second, but soon gave way, protesting the whole time. If you're wonding how exactly he knew it opened outward, it's quite simple; before opening the door, Rapheal noticed that the hinges were on the outside of the door.
As soon as the door was open enough to allow air to pass through, the poor boy was assaulted by the overpowering stench of fresh paint, stinging his nostrils and buring his eyes. How one could tolerate this was beyond most, though with about an hour of airing out it would be livable once again...presumably. Dispite it being the middle of the day, the curtains were drawn, giving the room a rather gloomy appearence. This all caused Rapheal to wonder exactly what manner of creature lived in this room.
His nose puckered at the scent which even now repulsed him, Rapheal found the answer to his question apparently having an episode of some sort on her bed, hugging herself with a decidedly not happy look on her face. Believing she would soon take notice of him, Rapheal decided to take the opening hand and introduce himself first. "Greetings m'lady," he said, flowing into a deep bow, bent about 90 degrees at the waist with his left arm across his bent belly while his right was swept back, the fingers on both hands splaid slightly. "I am Rapheal J. Ashton, the new roommate of one miss Mur Soluca." He stood erect once again.
"And who might I be addessing?" he asked to the young woman on the bed as the door closed behind him. The sign on the door read
The front of the door lacked a knocker, ornimated beyond the sign by only a simple brass doornob. "Well, whaddya waiting for?" The gardener said, his voice rough, presumibly from disuse, "this here's yer dorma-try." Rapheal smirked and thanked the gardener, who he had taken to calling 'Ji-san'. The gardener left the young Ashford where he stood and returned to his duties, mumbling something like 'ain't got no time ta be showin' no new brats around.'
'Mur Soluca' eh? Sounds interesting. Always on his 'best behavoir', Rapheal rapped twice on the door and announced simply "I'm comming in." before taking the handle in his right hand and twisting it about 90 degrees to the right and pulling outward. The door resisted for a second, but soon gave way, protesting the whole time. If you're wonding how exactly he knew it opened outward, it's quite simple; before opening the door, Rapheal noticed that the hinges were on the outside of the door.
As soon as the door was open enough to allow air to pass through, the poor boy was assaulted by the overpowering stench of fresh paint, stinging his nostrils and buring his eyes. How one could tolerate this was beyond most, though with about an hour of airing out it would be livable once again...presumably. Dispite it being the middle of the day, the curtains were drawn, giving the room a rather gloomy appearence. This all caused Rapheal to wonder exactly what manner of creature lived in this room.
His nose puckered at the scent which even now repulsed him, Rapheal found the answer to his question apparently having an episode of some sort on her bed, hugging herself with a decidedly not happy look on her face. Believing she would soon take notice of him, Rapheal decided to take the opening hand and introduce himself first. "Greetings m'lady," he said, flowing into a deep bow, bent about 90 degrees at the waist with his left arm across his bent belly while his right was swept back, the fingers on both hands splaid slightly. "I am Rapheal J. Ashton, the new roommate of one miss Mur Soluca." He stood erect once again.
"And who might I be addessing?" he asked to the young woman on the bed as the door closed behind him. The sign on the door read
Mur Soluca
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Rapheal J. Ashford
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Rapheal J. Ashford