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» PLAYER INFORMATION
Player NAME: Liz or Jolta
Current AGE: 24
Player TIME ZONE: PST
Personal JOURNAL:spacedrinks
IM & SERVICE: AIM: Aircommanderp
Player PLURK: Jolta
Current CHARACTERS: n/a
» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Drift.
Canon & MEDIUM: Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye, IDW G1 Comics
Canon PULL-POINT: Issue 12
Character AGE: Several million years.
Character ABILITIES: Drift can change between robot mode and his street-racer car mode, he is a skilled swordsmanmech and is very agile. The great swords he bears on his back uses the energy from his spark for extra power. His passive power is being a huge cliche'.
Character HISTORY: He has an incredibly detailed Wiki page
Character PERSONALITY: "It's complicated" doesn't even really begin to cover it when it comes to Drift. To examine his personality, we have to look at who he was over various periods of his life, because he changes drastically. As he started in the gutters of Cybertron, impoverished and homeless, Drift developed a strong dislike of authority. Having watched his friend get killed and subsequently murdering the officials that did so, he quickly developed a rebellious attitude which got him noticed by the Decepticons in the first place.
When he became the Decepticon Deadlock, his path to near-destruction was set as he grew more and more bitter with the war, and continued to be insubordinate to his superiors at almost every chance. He was known to be extremely vicious, preferring to follow his own orders if he didn't agree with the given ones(which he often did not).
After his meeting with Wing during his timeline, his friend helped him get back down to where he started however. He was shown his ideals and what he wanted most for Cybertron, and he realized that he was going about it the wrong way, as he's quoted as telling his former superior. His change of heart comes at a cost, of course. He is forced to remake himself, and with the loss of Wing heavy on his heart, his path is one of attempted redemption.
During this time, he remains mostly quiet, letting his actions speak for him. Though after a near-death experience, he changes yet again. This time to an almost too-cheerful up-beat bot boardering on the side of just a little bit crazy. He becomes obsessed with finding The Knights of Cybertron and regularly forms theories about their whereabouts/forms/what-have-you. He's also a bit of a Rodimus fanboy after the new Prime shows just how much of a risk-taker he is and also because Rodimus actually listens to him and gives him the time of day. This is the point I will be taking him from. By this point, he's fairly kind, if not just a little bit off his nut, he tries to do the right thing. This, "happy hippy" on the outside is a facade he uses to hide the fact that he really is trying too hard.
In several points in More Than Meets The Eye, he clearly tries to emulate those he admires, and in the end, is not true to himself. He often makes wrong choices trying to impress Rodimus and usually gets instant karma for it. In reality, he is still trying to atone for his past crimes and Wing's death all while trying to be someone he's not. It's obvious he struggles with his own demons, but he can't run from his past forever. It still seeps out here and there, and while he struggles to find his own way, those around him seem to see that better than even himself.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: Being as Drift is already armed to the teeth and refuses any weapon besides his three (yes three) swords, a variation on his current token weapon (if acceptable) would be preferred. Being as his Great Sword already uses the power of his spark (basically his life energy or soul) when used in a dire situation, during the course of Drift's stay, this weapon will be based on how true he is to himself. When he is trying to be someone else, or putting on his usual 'cool' act, the sword will be heavier and cumbersome. When he is true to himself, it will become more powerful and draw more energy from his spark. When at it's best, it will modify the 'faux' wing paneling on his back to actual wing paneling appearing reminiscent of his late mentor in Crystal City and allow (very) brief moments of flight.
Character INVENTORY: Two hip-mounted blades + scabbards (these are part of his anatomy), the spark-powered Great Sword, 4 cubes of energon (pure) held in subspace, 2 containers of engex (distilled energon, consumed like alcohol) held in subspace, several datapads (speech drafts, "zen" literature, spiritual texts) held in subspace.
» SAMPLES
First PERSON: [ The soft sound of a voice crackles, breathy, nervous. It had an odd metallic flange to it, like someone speaking through a tin can. ]
Lost Light. Do you copy? Rodimus? Magnus? Anyone? Please respond.
[ A long pause. ]
This is Drift. Please. Please come in. I'm stranded.
[ Another pause of silence. ]
Is... this the pit? Primus help me.
Third PERSON: Regardless of explanation or any organization in this place, it was his instinct to hide. He wonders if that's what his species has come to. In the presence of humans, it seemed the natural thing to do. Sadly, because really, he did like parts of human culture. He was aware, probably more so than the others, that there is bad and good in everything, no black and white. He tries not to hold it against them, he can't blame every human for the way they were treated on Earth, but at the same time, he'd rather not risk it.
So he stays in his vehicle mode, only daring to unfold in private, and only briefly enough to do maintenance or fuel himself.
Rodimus will find him, he assures himself. The Lost light will show up and everything will go back to normal and it will all be worth a good laugh. The end. While such thoughts are easy and comforting, Drift has a feeling it's not going to be that simple.
Maybe they don't even know he's gone. Maybe they don't care. He passes a sigh through his vents. No, no, no negative thoughts. Positivity and light.
A few days in hiding and the boredom and anxiety have finally driven him out of the empty garage he'd made his temporary home to explore and see what he can find. Driving through the empty streets as the sun starts to sink below the horizon, painting the sky a soft yellow-orange. The fading light reflects off the pieces of a broken window. He unfolds to root mode to step over the shards in the street, peering up at one of the old burned-out buildings.
Perhaps a higher vantage point...
For how large he is, he's still lithe and nimble. Vaulting up to the first roof isn't an issue, and he stays light on his feet, walking along corners and edges where the structure is stronger before leaping to the side of the larger structure, his hands hooking into holes that used to be windows. Feet scrabble a moment, struggling before finding purchase in a piece of the brick that has crumbled away.
And he climbs. Rising high above the skyline. The top half of the building is gone, but he pulls himself up to the still standing corner to look out over the city.
It's like places on Earth, but this can't be... it looks.
Desolate. He feels the sword on his back hang heavy like a sack of stones.
Crouching, he stays there. Watches the sun set, enjoying at least for the moment, the feeling of the fresher air, and the odd, crumbling beauty of the place laid out before him. Nothing is answered, but for the moment, he does find some peace.
Player NAME: Liz or Jolta
Current AGE: 24
Player TIME ZONE: PST
Personal JOURNAL:
spacedrinksIM & SERVICE: AIM: Aircommanderp
Player PLURK: Jolta
Current CHARACTERS: n/a
» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Drift.
Canon & MEDIUM: Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye, IDW G1 Comics
Canon PULL-POINT: Issue 12
Character AGE: Several million years.
Character ABILITIES: Drift can change between robot mode and his street-racer car mode, he is a skilled swords
Character HISTORY: He has an incredibly detailed Wiki page
Character PERSONALITY: "It's complicated" doesn't even really begin to cover it when it comes to Drift. To examine his personality, we have to look at who he was over various periods of his life, because he changes drastically. As he started in the gutters of Cybertron, impoverished and homeless, Drift developed a strong dislike of authority. Having watched his friend get killed and subsequently murdering the officials that did so, he quickly developed a rebellious attitude which got him noticed by the Decepticons in the first place.
When he became the Decepticon Deadlock, his path to near-destruction was set as he grew more and more bitter with the war, and continued to be insubordinate to his superiors at almost every chance. He was known to be extremely vicious, preferring to follow his own orders if he didn't agree with the given ones(which he often did not).
After his meeting with Wing during his timeline, his friend helped him get back down to where he started however. He was shown his ideals and what he wanted most for Cybertron, and he realized that he was going about it the wrong way, as he's quoted as telling his former superior. His change of heart comes at a cost, of course. He is forced to remake himself, and with the loss of Wing heavy on his heart, his path is one of attempted redemption.
During this time, he remains mostly quiet, letting his actions speak for him. Though after a near-death experience, he changes yet again. This time to an almost too-cheerful up-beat bot boardering on the side of just a little bit crazy. He becomes obsessed with finding The Knights of Cybertron and regularly forms theories about their whereabouts/forms/what-have-you. He's also a bit of a Rodimus fanboy after the new Prime shows just how much of a risk-taker he is and also because Rodimus actually listens to him and gives him the time of day. This is the point I will be taking him from. By this point, he's fairly kind, if not just a little bit off his nut, he tries to do the right thing. This, "happy hippy" on the outside is a facade he uses to hide the fact that he really is trying too hard.
In several points in More Than Meets The Eye, he clearly tries to emulate those he admires, and in the end, is not true to himself. He often makes wrong choices trying to impress Rodimus and usually gets instant karma for it. In reality, he is still trying to atone for his past crimes and Wing's death all while trying to be someone he's not. It's obvious he struggles with his own demons, but he can't run from his past forever. It still seeps out here and there, and while he struggles to find his own way, those around him seem to see that better than even himself.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: Being as Drift is already armed to the teeth and refuses any weapon besides his three (yes three) swords, a variation on his current token weapon (if acceptable) would be preferred. Being as his Great Sword already uses the power of his spark (basically his life energy or soul) when used in a dire situation, during the course of Drift's stay, this weapon will be based on how true he is to himself. When he is trying to be someone else, or putting on his usual 'cool' act, the sword will be heavier and cumbersome. When he is true to himself, it will become more powerful and draw more energy from his spark. When at it's best, it will modify the 'faux' wing paneling on his back to actual wing paneling appearing reminiscent of his late mentor in Crystal City and allow (very) brief moments of flight.
Character INVENTORY: Two hip-mounted blades + scabbards (these are part of his anatomy), the spark-powered Great Sword, 4 cubes of energon (pure) held in subspace, 2 containers of engex (distilled energon, consumed like alcohol) held in subspace, several datapads (speech drafts, "zen" literature, spiritual texts) held in subspace.
» SAMPLES
First PERSON: [ The soft sound of a voice crackles, breathy, nervous. It had an odd metallic flange to it, like someone speaking through a tin can. ]
Lost Light. Do you copy? Rodimus? Magnus? Anyone? Please respond.
[ A long pause. ]
This is Drift. Please. Please come in. I'm stranded.
[ Another pause of silence. ]
Is... this the pit? Primus help me.
Third PERSON: Regardless of explanation or any organization in this place, it was his instinct to hide. He wonders if that's what his species has come to. In the presence of humans, it seemed the natural thing to do. Sadly, because really, he did like parts of human culture. He was aware, probably more so than the others, that there is bad and good in everything, no black and white. He tries not to hold it against them, he can't blame every human for the way they were treated on Earth, but at the same time, he'd rather not risk it.
So he stays in his vehicle mode, only daring to unfold in private, and only briefly enough to do maintenance or fuel himself.
Rodimus will find him, he assures himself. The Lost light will show up and everything will go back to normal and it will all be worth a good laugh. The end. While such thoughts are easy and comforting, Drift has a feeling it's not going to be that simple.
Maybe they don't even know he's gone. Maybe they don't care. He passes a sigh through his vents. No, no, no negative thoughts. Positivity and light.
A few days in hiding and the boredom and anxiety have finally driven him out of the empty garage he'd made his temporary home to explore and see what he can find. Driving through the empty streets as the sun starts to sink below the horizon, painting the sky a soft yellow-orange. The fading light reflects off the pieces of a broken window. He unfolds to root mode to step over the shards in the street, peering up at one of the old burned-out buildings.
Perhaps a higher vantage point...
For how large he is, he's still lithe and nimble. Vaulting up to the first roof isn't an issue, and he stays light on his feet, walking along corners and edges where the structure is stronger before leaping to the side of the larger structure, his hands hooking into holes that used to be windows. Feet scrabble a moment, struggling before finding purchase in a piece of the brick that has crumbled away.
And he climbs. Rising high above the skyline. The top half of the building is gone, but he pulls himself up to the still standing corner to look out over the city.
It's like places on Earth, but this can't be... it looks.
Desolate. He feels the sword on his back hang heavy like a sack of stones.
Crouching, he stays there. Watches the sun set, enjoying at least for the moment, the feeling of the fresher air, and the odd, crumbling beauty of the place laid out before him. Nothing is answered, but for the moment, he does find some peace.