Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2009 2:31:17 GMT -5
T.N.T. I'm Dynamite
[/font]Well, since she's an OC, I decided to draw her. Sorry but I can only draw humans anime/manga style. Sooo, please clicky the thumbnail!^^
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{"Winners never quit, quitters never win."}
(the above quote isn't really a catch phrase, but it's a principle she goes by, a LOT)
.T.N.T. And I'll win the fight.
Name: Cira Knight
Age: 22
Race: Human
Side: Good
T.N.T. I'm a power-load
History: Cira is your average teenage girl, one that has thus far had a successful high school right on time at the age of 18, grew up with an average family, in an average house, with an average view on life---okay, most of that is not true. Cira is actually an orphan, persay--she lived with only her aunt. Her mother and father were alcohol addicts and disowned her at an early age when they could not afford to raise her. Cira has a very small family, and the few relatives that are still alive are too old or deceased to take care of her- thus this left only her and her aunt, who is on her mother's side of the family.
When she was 8, Cira got in a car accident with her aunt caused by a "mysterious" vehicle; a black and white Pontiac TransAm, t-top, with a yellow scanner that shoved them into a "wall" of a 4 lane highway they were driving on. Unable to avoid/shake off the violent vehicle, her aunt's vehicle was shoved against the wall and tumbled to the side of the highway. Her aunt was killed and Cira's leg was severely broken, along with recieving other scars on leg and left side-though most of them are very faint and well healed now. The leg was completely healed-more of this will be explained in detail in her history and RP sample. After the police investigated the accident, two people from a secret organization known as FLAG. Michael Knight, a lead detective/hero of FLAG drove to the scene with his vehicular partner, a super intelligent, advanced microprocessor known as the Knight Industries Two Thousand. KITT looks similar to the killer, same body type and capablities, only KITT is pure good, and has a completely black form with a red scanner.
Later, the vehicle that actually killed her would become her partner, at the age of 16. Once little Cira recovered from her ordeal at the hospital, KITT properly introduced himself after she talked to Michael Knight, and she gained his trust quickly. Being an orphan, Devon Miles, leader of FLAG, had more than enough money to support Cira, and since Michael Knight was still fairly young, and he had other people at FLAG to help raise Cira properly, Cira was adopted, and lived in their mansion after the accident from that point forward. When Cira was able to drive, she became KARR's new driver. KARR was once "KITT's evil twin, the Knight Automotive Roving Robot." KARR had one error in his system-the issue of self preservation versus protecting human life.
Devon, boss of FLAG and Bonnie, the top mechanic and technician, designed a program which they hoped would permantly re-program KARR, into something almost identical to KITT, but with a slightly different voice. However, the program glitched and never fully installed. A couple years later, KARR betrayed Cira (right around the time she graduated high school) and literally ran off into hiding, waiting for a chance to destroy KITT, Michael's long time partner. FLAG temporarily shut down as Michael knight and Bonnie retired, while a man named Dr.Graiman took over and revamped KITT after getting the grants and permission to do so, later changing KITTs name to the Knight Industries THREE Thousand-practically becoming a unique type of Autobot thanks to Dr.Graiman's genious upgrades with his transformation systems. A couple years passed while working with the new group at FLAG (the group in the new series). KITT joined the autobots to experience some freedom, continue his mission to preserve/protect human life and also to track down KARR.
Cira graduated high school. Cira leads a well rounded life and is quite smart for her age. She has begun persuing her passion for cars and aviation-and decided to become a helicopter and airplane mechanic, working part time repairing automobiles. Cira also trained in kenpo karate, starting at thirteen years old, and parkour since she started high school. She got her black belt a semester before she finished high school.
Likes: autobots cars, helicopters, parkour (also likes free running), food, fighting/martial arts, running, cardio kickboxing, music and playing the piano, independence, shiny things, guns, knives, boys, movies
Dislikes: jerks/ass holes, uneeded suffering, hot/sunny days, ignorance/people who don't know how to use common sense, unoriginality
Fears: being alone, not being successful in someway, breaking people's trust (even though she's good about keeping trust)
Weapons: none, but she carries a mini switch blade, a .45 caliber revolver, and two black .22 pistols, all with plenty of ammunition. On rare occasions she'll carry all four. Additionally, Cira always carries a switchblade and ALSO keeps a machine gun and shot gun at her condo.
T.N.T. Watch me Explode
Sample RP:
((sorry this is so huge, but this is all I have related to Cira. I didn't want to just post something random. It's from my first chapter of my KR fanfic. I RP/write stories in the same way...))
“Nana, how soon are we going to be home?” 8 year old Cira asked her aunt. Cira called her aunt Nana.
Nana had just gotten back from piano lessons.
“Half an hour, no more than that. The traffic’s going smoothly.”
Nana switched to the second lane on a four lane highway.
“Good, I hope it stays that way.”
Cira sat up in the front with her aunt, and watched the traffic. She watched the rear view mirror.
“Nana, look at that camaro behind us.” Cira said, peering back at it.
It was the purest and shiniest black coat of paint that she’d ever seen on a car ever before, with the lower half being silver. It had a yellow scanner on the nose, something she’d never seen before either. As they drove, it stayed two car distances behind her, on the blind side of where Nana was driving. Hence, she couldn’t see it. The yellow scanner paced back and forth idly, making the car look somewhat…creepy, almost alien, yet she thought it looked very pretty at the same time.
“What car, hon?”
“The black and white two-tone TransAm. It’s so pretty.”
“You sure know your cars.” Nana laughed. “I still don’t see it.”
Cira had learned all this from her Dad, who loved cars, and knew all about the names, the years, and their characteristics. Cira learned about them at a surprisingly early age simple out of passion with the help of her dad, especially since she was a girl. Being 8, she always called her aunt Nana. She was such a happy and beautiful little girl, Nana thought. She was only 8, and was still innocent for the most part, other than her knowledge of cars and aviation...The girl was turned back in her seat, watching the camaro for her. Cira felt Nana prepare for an agressive lane change...
“Nana, in your blindspot..."
Nana turned around and looked. She was very surprised, not having known right away that it was going to be in a position that was hard to see. Great.
Cira hummed to the rock music that was playing on the radio. She glanced back at the car, squinting her brown eyes. While the TransAm was visible, Cira had trouble seeing a driver in the darkened windows...Could it be...no, it couldn't be, right? Gradually, as Nana kept her eyes on the road, the camaro creeped forward, tailgaiting them, just a foot away from contacting the bumber. Cira looked back again, nervous. "Nana..." Suddenly, there was the metallic screech of something heavy bumping into the rear of Nana’s car. The SUV lurched forward and almost hit the car in front of her as Nana struggled to regain control.
“It’s the black car that I mentioned, Nana.” Cira whimpered. Nana was, at this point, beyond irritated.
“This is really making me mad.” Nana muttered and, irritated with the driver, she switched lanes. “Now I probably have a nasty ding on the rear of this car.” Cira glanced back again, and saw the Camaro was staying where it was.
“It’s like it almost disappeared again Nana,” Cira complained. “Great, why is it doing this to us?”
“I don’t know hon,” Nana looked frustrated. “I wish I knew.”
“I do too,” Cira whimpered.
Hoping to drown out the worry, Cira turned up the volume a bit as they drove, hoping the car would go away, but Nana turned it down. Cira saw the black car lurch so suddenly as she watched it, she barely had time to scream out to her aunt: ‘Nana watch out!’ All Cira could say was: “Nana!” before the car bumped into the SUV forcefully from behind making a huge imprint of the cars streamlined nose in the rear. Now the gas valve that left all the gas was messed up.
Again the SUV nudged into the car in front which gracefully slid away. Cira started to cry. Cira’s aunt swore and then as she maintained calm control again the black car suddenly appeared on Cira’s side of their silver SUV. Nana moved out of the way, but the black car followed. It was on their side again and rammed the SUV. The crunching metal hurt her arm and Cira bumped her head on the right side of the dash board as the car moved close to the edge of the highway, rubbed against the railing and lurched forward from the speed it was at at the same time.
“Nana, push it away.”
“It’s hard hon, but the driver’s persistent. Cira-get in the back of the car.”
“But it’s not as safe back there.” Cira cried pleadingly at her aunt.
Their SUV was scraping up against the main division from the highway lanes that went the opposite direction. At the speed the car was going at, like 89 miles an hour, it really hurt the SUV.
“Perhaps you’re right hon. This driver’s really persistent.” Nana groaned. “If any thing happens to us dear I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Cira started to cry again and looked at the car pressing against the car.
The wall was coming to an end, Cira saw.
She started to cry louder, but tried to whipe away her tears. Maybe they would have a chance of escaping, if her aunt could get away. Cira’s aunt sped up to 89 mph, trying to work on overcoming the camaros speed so they could get away from it, but they pressed against the wall too soon. As they pressed against the wall, Cira could feel it speed up. The black and silver camaro moved back, but caught up and rammed against them and the wall, almost feeling like it shook the car off its wheels! They were being squished! Nana tried to fight by pushing at the black car to the right as she turned the steering wheel to the right. But the car would not move, and their SUV was struggling.
“I’m afraid there’s not much I can do.” Nana said with a frustrated tone, trying to steer to the left.
There was the metallic screech of something heavy bumping into the rear of Nana’s car. The SUV lurched forward and almost hit the car in front of her as Nana struggled to regain control.
Cira looked back, feeling a bit nervous.
“It’s the black car that I mentioned, Nana.” Cira whimpered. She and Nana were starting to not like what was going on here at all.
“This is really making me mad.” Nana muttered. Irritated with the driver, she switched lanes. “Now I probably have a nasty ding on the rear of this car.”
Cira was looking for the car.
“It’s like it almost disappeared again Nana,” Cira complained. “Great, why is it doing this to us?”
“I don’t know hon,” Nana looked frustrated. “I wish I knew.”
“I do too,” Cira whimpered.
Hoping to drown out the worry, Cira turned up the volume a bit as they drove, hoping the car would go away, but Nana turned down the music. Cira saw the black car lurch so suddenly as she watched it, she barely had time to scream out to her aunt: ‘Nana watch out!’ All Cira could say was: “Nana!” before the car bumped into the SUV forcefully from behind making a huge imprint of the cars streamlined nose in the rear. Now the gas valve that left all the gas was messed up.
Again, the SUV nudged into the car in front which skidded away. Cira started to cry. Cira’s aunt swore and then as she maintained calm control again the black car suddenly appeared on Cira’s side of their silver SUV. Nana moved out of the way, but the black car followed in their blindspot. It was on their left side and slightly behind them again-and the TransAm suddenly lurched forward and rammed the SUV. The crunching metal hurt her arm and Cira bumped her head on the right side of the dash board as the car moved close to the edge of the highway, rubbed against the railing and lurched forward from the speed it was at at the same time.
“Nana, push it away.”
“It’s hard hon, but the driver’s persistent. Cira-get in the back of the car.”
“But it’s not as safe back there.” Cira cried pleadingly at her aunt.
Their SUV was scraping up against the main division from the highway lanes that went the opposite direction. At the speed the car was going at, like 65 miles an hour, it really hurt the SUV.
“Perhaps you’re right hon. This driver’s really persistent.” Nana groaned. “If any thing happens to us dear I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Cira started to cry again and looked at the car pressing against the car.
The wall was coming to an end, Cira saw. She started to cry louder, but tried to whip away her tears. Maybe they would have a chance of escaping, if her aunt could get away.
Cira’s aunt sped up to 80 mph and tried to pivot around while accelerating, but the camaro beat them to it, pressing them in with its nose in a loud, sickenening crunch. As they pressed against the wall, Cira could feel the form drag against the wall even harder. The silver and black TransAm with the yellow scanner moved back, but caught up and rammed against them, almost feeling like it shook the car off its wheels! They were being squished!
Nana tried to fight by pushing at the black car to the right as she turned the steering wheel to the right. But the car would not move, and their SUV was struggling.
“I’m afraid there’s not much I can do.” Nana said with a choked up voice.
Custom Title: parkour master // vehicle fanatic
How did you find us: through a friend, Arcee!
RP Experience: 6 years
Password: {Transform and roll out.}[/center]
Note: yes, KITT and KARR will be connected to Cira-I wanted to keep it that way because I figured i could get it to work out. Since Ciel approved of KARR being a decepticon and KITT working for the autobots, i will prolly enhance their transformations slightly. This also means that their histories will cover what was summarized here with Cira--I only did this because I wanted to keep the connections. I also added on some new changes to her history (not that this matters to yall, but it does for me and Cira...)
