Post by optimusprime on Jul 7, 2009 15:10:55 GMT -5
T.N.T. I'm Dynamite
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{BADASS PRIME IS ROLLING OUT}
.T.N.T. And I'll win the fight.
Name: Optimus Prime
Age: Pretty darn old.
Race: Autobot
Side:Good; Prime is the most badass saint you'll ever know.
T.N.T. I'm a power-load
History:
Prime has lived for countless ages, and so has seen the horror of war and what it does. Back in the most ancient chapters of Cybertronian history. Before the great war, he was one of two leaders that oversaw every Cybertronian and every action. He was the benevolent, kind one who helped stir progress along. His brother, Megatron, was the other, and a bit more firm than his softer-sparked sibling.
Things went well for ages, Cybertron was in a 'golden' era of sorts with hardly any problems and a stimulating amount of energon provided by the Allspark, the life force of their very world and race. Nobody knew what Megatron was plotting in secret, yet Prime still takes it hard he never saw it coming. He blames himself for not seeing the changes in his brother, despite the fact Megatron hid them quite well.
Eventually, Megatron sent his attack drones and legion of Decepticons upon the planet, waging war and fighting for total domination. It was a terrible, 'bloody' battle and the Decepticons were poised to win the entire thing. Making one of the hardest choices, Prime and the fellow higher-up Autobots had to send the Allspark off the planet. The war had ravaged and nearly destroyed their planet already, and it was better it die a more 'natural' death than be torn apart with the allspark in Decepticon hands.
Prime remained on Cybertron while his wounded soldiers were healed, until they finally got word of the Allspark's energy signature on another planet ..Mostly due to the fact they had intercepted Decepticon signals, which alarmed them. The Decepticons were already there seeking out the cube, and Prime only had one soldier stationed on said planet. Thus, he and the rest of the Autobots came to earth, and found the human who had the key to finding the cube. It was a harrowing battle in the end at mission city, in which Prime would have lost..Had Sam Witwicky not proven to be a courageous human. Prime hid along with the rest of his bots, watching over the humans, especially the ones they befriended, and waited for more Autobots to heed his call to come to earth. Over a period of two years, several more Autobots showed up, and the entire team wound up working with a select group of humans under the alias ‘N.E.S.T’ dealing with any straggling Decepticons and preventing the public from finding out about them. Sam witwicky was left alone for the most part to resume his normal life, until it was clear that his help was needed once more.
With the knowledge the boy had, the Decepticons were after him, and Prime had to save Sam from Megatron’s hands. Though protecting the boy was going well, when a battle raged on in the forest, all of the Decepticons present ganged up on Optimus. Due to his immense strength and endurance, he held them off and returned their blows for quite a while, before Megatron finally got in a nasty blow and killed him. His last words were to tell Sam to run, and then he fell silent- the great Autobot leader, the last of the Primes, had died.
Though he stayed that way for quite a long time, his body was transported to Egypt on request of Simmons under the impression that Sam could bring Optimus back to life. During the midst of the harrowing desert battle, the matrix of leadership was place into Prime’s chest and the Autobot leader came back online- ready to join the fight against the Fallen’s forces. With help from Jolt and the ancient transformer Jetfire, Prime acquired new parts that not only allowed him to fly, but gave a great boost to his strength. Giving it his all, Optimus jumped into battle and proved himself a force not be reckoned with. He seemed to have destroyed the sun harvester, killed the Fallen, and managed to repay his brother, Megatron, for the blow back in the forest. With the fallen and several other Decepticons dead, and the rest fleeing the area, the battle had been won. But at a high cost in his mind- Sam witwicky was dead. He manged to be brought back to life as a techno-organic, but still..Prime blames himself.
Somewhere along the ages, Prime had a relationship of sorts with a human female named Jasmine, which culminated into his techno-organic son, Chris. Optimus's guilt was prompted to come back when Jasmine was lost. For further protection for Chris, due to how the techno-organics are no longer safe, Prime sent Sideswipe to watch over him. But optimus is coming- ready to protect his son and the other techno-organics from Megatron.
(You said he kinda has two sons, but I didn't read that until I'd already done this...and I didn't read about the secondary one, so if you need me to ad that just say so. :3)
Likes:
- His Autobot soldiers
- Chris, his techno-organic son
- Sam and Mikaela, and all their human allies
- Peace
- Earth and the humans, for the most part.
- A dream of a Cybertron with peace.
- Freedom
Dislikes:
- Megatron and the Decepticons
- Chaos
- Useless destruction and mayhem, and loss of innocent life
- Innocents being hurt
-Losing important battles
- Evil
Fears:
- That he will lose and put the earth and his friends in danger.
- That his soldiers, friends, or techno-organic son(s?) will be put in harm's way.
- That he could cause collateral damage and accidentally injure somebody.
- That everything bad that's happened is in a way, his fault.
Weapons:
- Two large blades located in his arms, if I remember correctly he has two big blasters in the second movie, and his bare hands. HE'S OPTIMUS PRIME.
T.N.T. Watch me Explode
Sample RP: ( Sorry it's not tf related. the sample i posted had so many errors, i just wanted to do something better. DX)
Mesi also remembered that day well. It had been one of sorrow, a day of mourning for those that had been so unfairly lost. The death of the young prince's guardians would have been an honorable one if they had been released from their mortal coil valiantly protecting the prince, but the whispers Mesi had heard claimed they never made it to him; that he and they had died before ever reaching one another.
Some of them had left behind more than the others.
She had observed Ja-kal's wife stricken with great sorrow, truly hoped the gods and goddesses would bring her good fortune in compensation for her loss and that the souls of the lost would be guided where needed; that this 'failure' would not haunt them for all eternity. Mesi had envied the guardians before, but for the guilt that might plague their souls in the afterlives, for once she did not.
Though she usually loved her duty of ferrying the pharaoh across the nile, serving as a makeshift bodyguard in case something should ever go wrong on the boats, it had been one of two times the trip had been heavy, the duty overwhelming with anxiety. In her years of service she had seen the young prince with his father, grown to be fond of the young boy's enthusiasm and how his father loved him so. That day had shown a worn leader, a man weakened by grief and anxiety, and something she detested to see. It had all felt so surreal, and it was worrisome the boy's body had never been found. The only solace Mesi and the others had found was in the fact the one responsible had paid for his crimes. The traitor and old fool, Scarab, had finally gotten what he always deserved.
..It was just a shame such promising young individuals had to pay the ultimate price for the truth to finally be exposed.
The second trying moment had been ferrying the pharaoh one last time, to his own funeral. Though she had been young still at the time, Mesi had been sick, something she had kept private. It had not been the worst illness she had ever encountered at first, and she had no intent on letting it stop her.
..Even though she should have recognized the signs.
It had been an equally as damp day, rain pouring from the heavens, as if the deities themselves were mourning the loss of the pharaoh. It only aggravated her symptoms, caused the blazing fire and 'evil spirit' within her to gain strength and take hers.. and she died where she had always hoped.
Near the river, which the most influential deity in her life guarded.
***********
Mesi's nails scraped the cool, stone prison her body had been encased in for thousands of years, her life just as curiously restored as the others.
She remembered being somewhere else, amongst other dead, and then a voice...The voice of Ra had called out, muttered an incomprehensible phrase, and she had tumbled into darkness, her very soul waking in her own, withered remains. A weak cough echoed in the sarcophagus as her spirit fought to restore some strength to what had been dead for so long, to a shell that no longer had the components necessary for regular survival.
It took several minutes, but finally she felt her mummified skin smoothening, phantom muscles strengthening, the feeling of a healthy, physical form once more.
This was not life as she knew it, her body had no vital organs, but her soul and the power of the deities sustained her and kept her away from death.
No longer alive or dead, but one of the undead, sent back to the physical plain of existence for a reason she could not comprehend. The explanation had been muttered to her, though muffled and foggy, perhaps on purpose.
Mesi's eyes opened for the first time in thousands of years, her first reflex to break free of this dark tomb. She knew not where she was, what time it was, there was no sense of anything...anything but wonder, the drive to figure out why she had been taken from the afterlife and placed here once again.
The crashing noise ignored, Mesi gave her own lid a shove, grunting from the effort. As her lid made another noise to add to the fray, she glanced down, a necklace entombed with her. She picked it up and cradled it, supposing it had fallen from her long-since inanimate body in her soul's struggle. She placed it gingerly around her neck, admiring the symbol.
It was of the nile, a blue sapphire set in the forehead of a golden gazelle head, something that represented her favored deity, the guardian of the river that had affected her entire life.
Some of them had left behind more than the others.
She had observed Ja-kal's wife stricken with great sorrow, truly hoped the gods and goddesses would bring her good fortune in compensation for her loss and that the souls of the lost would be guided where needed; that this 'failure' would not haunt them for all eternity. Mesi had envied the guardians before, but for the guilt that might plague their souls in the afterlives, for once she did not.
Though she usually loved her duty of ferrying the pharaoh across the nile, serving as a makeshift bodyguard in case something should ever go wrong on the boats, it had been one of two times the trip had been heavy, the duty overwhelming with anxiety. In her years of service she had seen the young prince with his father, grown to be fond of the young boy's enthusiasm and how his father loved him so. That day had shown a worn leader, a man weakened by grief and anxiety, and something she detested to see. It had all felt so surreal, and it was worrisome the boy's body had never been found. The only solace Mesi and the others had found was in the fact the one responsible had paid for his crimes. The traitor and old fool, Scarab, had finally gotten what he always deserved.
..It was just a shame such promising young individuals had to pay the ultimate price for the truth to finally be exposed.
The second trying moment had been ferrying the pharaoh one last time, to his own funeral. Though she had been young still at the time, Mesi had been sick, something she had kept private. It had not been the worst illness she had ever encountered at first, and she had no intent on letting it stop her.
..Even though she should have recognized the signs.
It had been an equally as damp day, rain pouring from the heavens, as if the deities themselves were mourning the loss of the pharaoh. It only aggravated her symptoms, caused the blazing fire and 'evil spirit' within her to gain strength and take hers.. and she died where she had always hoped.
Near the river, which the most influential deity in her life guarded.
***********
Mesi's nails scraped the cool, stone prison her body had been encased in for thousands of years, her life just as curiously restored as the others.
She remembered being somewhere else, amongst other dead, and then a voice...The voice of Ra had called out, muttered an incomprehensible phrase, and she had tumbled into darkness, her very soul waking in her own, withered remains. A weak cough echoed in the sarcophagus as her spirit fought to restore some strength to what had been dead for so long, to a shell that no longer had the components necessary for regular survival.
It took several minutes, but finally she felt her mummified skin smoothening, phantom muscles strengthening, the feeling of a healthy, physical form once more.
This was not life as she knew it, her body had no vital organs, but her soul and the power of the deities sustained her and kept her away from death.
No longer alive or dead, but one of the undead, sent back to the physical plain of existence for a reason she could not comprehend. The explanation had been muttered to her, though muffled and foggy, perhaps on purpose.
Mesi's eyes opened for the first time in thousands of years, her first reflex to break free of this dark tomb. She knew not where she was, what time it was, there was no sense of anything...anything but wonder, the drive to figure out why she had been taken from the afterlife and placed here once again.
The crashing noise ignored, Mesi gave her own lid a shove, grunting from the effort. As her lid made another noise to add to the fray, she glanced down, a necklace entombed with her. She picked it up and cradled it, supposing it had fallen from her long-since inanimate body in her soul's struggle. She placed it gingerly around her neck, admiring the symbol.
It was of the nile, a blue sapphire set in the forehead of a golden gazelle head, something that represented her favored deity, the guardian of the river that had affected her entire life.
Custom Title: Roll out!
How did you find us: AD on the transformers rpg
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Credit where credit is due! This app was created by Ciel of Look To The Horizon.
