Post by Shale on Apr 30, 2024 1:18:37 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO
Name/Alias: Rave
IM/Email: misslizzxxx@gmail.com
Age: 29
Where did you find us?: Affiliate hopping
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Shale
Age: Early thirties
Gender: Femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Construction waste hauler/Drug dealer
Occupation/Specialization: General repairs and maintenance/Janitorial
Appearance:
Shale stands just above Bumblebee in height with a heavier, more stocky build. Her alt's four wheels are settled on her upper back and at the back of her heels like most other grounder builds. She has large round hands, each with four rounded digits. Her headlights sit on either side of her chest. The Autobot sigil is located between her headlights.
Most of her is painted a dark blue, with lines of black and silver along her limbs, sides, shoulders, and neck. Her helm is a simple rounded shape covering the back of her neck, gently sloping up to her jaw line, curling up and around her audials, then coming together as a 'widows peak' in the center of her forehead. Her optics are the most plain feature on her extremely plain design, bright blue all they way through with quite a few shutters to keep debris away.
Her years in hauling and her crash landing on earth has given her a few visible scars. Namely in the flat of her shoulder and a couple on the lower half of her face.
Altmode: 2015 Toyota Tundra
History:
Originally forged for waste hauling on construction sites, Shale spent her early years content in her work. Picking up knowledge from others along the way and learning about construction itself. As time went on work became more and more scarce, and with a heavy sense of doubt she took to dealing in illicit substances. Where-in she learned to pick up the mannerisms and tics of people. For a while this cycle continued, until disorder began to stir. And it wasn't long before disorder became conflict.
War hadn't broken out just yet, but it was not far away. Shale wanted no part of it, trying to continue her low profile way of life. War changed that, and as the planet began to fade away Shale tried to make herself scarce. Moving from one place to another in her attempt to distance herself from the front line. But their planet was going dark, and so with a heavy spark she joined the Autobots and boarded The Ark.
In the attack on The Ark Shale was jettisoned into space, having been shoved into a pod in the ensuing panic. The pod placed her in prolonged stasis where she spent a very, very long time before crash landing on Earth. Rescued by a neutral bot she quickly joined Team Prime once contact was made. There she fell into a routine of maintenance, maintenance, and more maintenance. Slowly bringing the base to a more functional mess.
Then the energon crisis began, and Shale anxiously volunteered to be placed under induced stasis. It took quite a while, but once energon was no longer a critical issue bots started stirring again. Shale was one of the last to come to, and she quickly had to adjust to life at the base again. Being under had set a bit of a fire under her and so she immediately got back to work once given the all clear.
Personality:
Curt, soft spoken, hard working, tense, and curious are all words that have been used to describe Shale in her life. She isn't one to mince words, never afraid to speak her mind even if some may find it grating or even unkind at times. That is if you can get her to open up at all. She’s much more of an “actions speaks louder than words” sort. Finding words far too cheap and knowing some bots lie as naturally as they blink. She likes to keep to herself, since that's often how she lived before the war.
She prides herself on her work finding a deep satisfaction in completing any job she is given. She does tend to tunnel vision in on whatever she has her sights set on. Often even disregarding things like rest and refueling in order to finish whatever she's set out to do. Determined to her detriment as a bot she knew once said. She likes keeping her hands busy, otherwise she gets antsy.
She's really just antsy in general. There's always this sense of anxiety about her. Many of her previous life choices have left her feeling a deep sense of quilt and for far too long she's been waiting for the consequences of them. On the rare occasions that she isn't elbow deep in work she spends her time tinkering. Taking things apart and learning what makes them tick brings her joy. As does learning about earth and its rich culture, mostly its music and wildlife.
Likes:
Heavy Lifting - Shale was built to lift and quite enjoys doing it. It gives her a sense of comfort, a reminder that even though she's been through so much she's still her.
Long open stretches of road - When not at work Shale loves to drive. It gives her an escape and a chance to gather her thoughts in private. It also helps burn up some of her seemingly endless energy.
Being dirty - What's the point of being clean if you're just going to get dirty again anyway? She simply loves when she's covered in dirt and grime. It says 'I went out and did something today'. When she's bored and dirty enough she likes to draw on her arms and legs.
Tinkering - While she finds the actual learning part to be a bit of a chore the simple act of taking something apart fills her with joy. If she finds something interesting on the side of the road she'll most likely bring it back and open it up. Just to give herself something to do for the afternoon.
Earth's wildlife - With a VASTLY broader species count on this planet Shale loves to simply watch their behavior. Her personal favorites are big cats.
Earth's flora and fauna - There's just so much of it all, and they come in so many different colors!
Earth's music - Sometimes hit or miss but she still enjoys it nonetheless. Her favorite genres are heavy metal and classic rock.
Dislikes:
Having her things touched - Shale has a very specific place for her tools and equipment and cannot stand when they are moved. Especially without her permission. It's there for a reason, do not touch it. Please.
Medics/Medical procedures - Not so much a dislike, just a sort of...unease. She fully realizes that they are vital in these trying times, she just gets this uneasy feeling around them. The very thought of having someone fiddling under her hood while she's in stasis gives her the creeps. Medically induced stasis has not improved these feelings. It’s in fact up in the air if it's actually made it worse.
Having her work ruined - With how much time and effort she put into what she's doing it drives her up the wall whenever she sees it ruined. Can't it just stay fixed for ten minutes?!
Large bodies of water - Ponds, streams, and rivers she's perfectly fine with. But anything bigger than those and she's wary of it.
Half-assed work - If something is worth doing it's worth doing it right as an old team lead of hers said.
The thought of flying - She's never known - nor does she ever want to know - just how fliers do it. Just how they can be comfortable with the fact that the only thing separating them from the ground is nothing but air is beyond her.
Strengths/Weapons:
Is that all you've got? - Shale can take a lot of punishment, she was built to after all. Heavy armor and a lot of durability go a long way.
South paw - Shale can pack a pretty powerful punch, for as inexperienced in combat as she is. But it can't be said she doesn't know how to throw her weight into it.
What're you hiding? - Shale can read the mood of a situation very easily. Thus can quickly tell if things are about to turn sour for her or another person.
But they don't fall down - With her heavily armored legs and stout stature Shale has a very low center of gravity. Making it very difficult for her to topple over.
Did you see that? - Shale is very observant, her previous life in both dangerous construction sites and eluding authorities taught her how to be fully aware of her surroundings at all times.
Long haul - Being used to carrying a lot of heavy things for very long distances, Shale has accrued quite the well of stamina. She can keep going well past the point some other bots would have thrown in the towel.
Weaknesses:
Like a turtle on it’s shell - While it's hard to knock her onto her back once it happens it's equally as hard for her to get back up. This is where her bulk works against her.
One day we’ll get there - With her big body it isn't much of a stretch to say she's slow, in pretty much everything she does. Turning, hitting, even just moving she's slow.
Where did you go? - Her helm may be perfect for protecting vital parts of her but it also serves to cause blind spots in her vision. Specifically her peripherals.
Hold on let me overthink this - Shale is a very anxious bot. It doesn't take a lot for a situation to overwhelm her. She can deal with it if the situation is dire enough but it'll take a long time for her to recover.
Let me out! - With her time in the escape pod and her not so graceful landing on earth Shale has developed a fear of tight spaces and falling. If she can just turn around in a space she can manage but anything less is liable for panic.
Finger guns - Shale lacks any sort of long range or close range weaponry. Leaving her defenseless in anything outside of hand to hand combat.
Special Skills:
That's suspicious - Shale can pick up on certain ticks that people may have, such as being jittery when they sit down. She's become very observant after dealing with so many crazy people.
What's your poison? - In conjunction with reading habits she can also pick up on side effects of certain drugs. Things like twitching of the hands or face, shivering, stuttering, dilated optics, or irritation/aggression.
Sample RP:
It was for the best.
It was for the best.
It was for the best.
Easy enough to say and easy enough to believe. There wasn't enough energon to go around, bots would go days without a ration. The base was up to snuff- at least as much as the towering, rocky lemon could be. If there was ever a time Shale felt like dead weight it was now. It wasn't long before volunteers were being taken to be placed in stasis to ease pressure off the team. She was quick to apply.
To be totally honest though....it terrified her.
Shook her straight down to her frame.
Being totally subdued and unaware of your surroundings. Completely giving trust of yourself over to somebody else. But as she told herself over, and over, and over again: it was for the best.
It would feel like a moment to her she was assured, awake, then asleep, and back again. Almost like blinking. It wasn't much longer before she went under. One last thought: It's for the best.
----
The pod streaked down from the darkness of space in a black plume of ash and smoke. Debris fell away in chunks as re-entry into the atmosphere turned the metal red hot and melting the protective shell. A thump of turbulance, a spark stopping *crack*. Then there was no glass, the shards dancing past her terrifyingly slow. She coughed, choking on the smoke from the fires. Then another thump, and the cockpit of the pod was gone, replaced with the horrifying emptiness of the open sky. The pod was gone, inexplicably vanished from around her.
Just her...and the unhelpful clouds.
She fell, and fell, and fell.
It was blindingly fast, yet at the same time unforgivingly slow. The clouds parted and the ground drew closer and closer. From just being able to make out the mountains to suddenly seeing the grass in a blinding, terrifying flash. Then the ground was right before her. Impact-
----
"FU-"
Optics flew open, the profanity cut short as her systems hiccuped and her entire body seized a moment. As if bracing for impact. A moment passed…nothing. There was no crater, no life ending damage to her body, and a startling lack of dirt... anywhere. Had she somehow survived? Impossible. Hearty as her frame was plummeting from the atmosphere was a death sentence for anyone.
The first thing she noticed was the smell. That awful, pungent smell of sterilizing chemicals. Breathing it in burned a little. Blue optics traced the roof of the medbay, down to herself and the wires sticking out of her. One coiled down from her arm, hanging just above the floor, and plugged into a beeping machine. The noise it made grew steadily less frantic as she slowly gained consciousness, and realized that she wasn't hurtling to her imminent death.
It was a dream.
She was at the base, safe on solid ground and among friendlies. Waking from the stasis she'd - pretty dumbly she now noted - volunteered to undergo. Shale leaned her head back, tapping her helm on the berth a little harder than was probably necessary. Maybe another measure to just make sure she wasn't dreaming still? Difficult to say really. A relieved sigh escaped her as a wave of calm washed over her.
"Ah hell..."
She murmured softly and slowly lifted her hand to rest on her chest plating. Note: NEVER VOLUNTEER AGAIN.
"Welcome back Shale…"
Name/Alias: Rave
IM/Email: misslizzxxx@gmail.com
Age: 29
Where did you find us?: Affiliate hopping
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Shale
Age: Early thirties
Gender: Femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Construction waste hauler/Drug dealer
Occupation/Specialization: General repairs and maintenance/Janitorial
Appearance:
Shale stands just above Bumblebee in height with a heavier, more stocky build. Her alt's four wheels are settled on her upper back and at the back of her heels like most other grounder builds. She has large round hands, each with four rounded digits. Her headlights sit on either side of her chest. The Autobot sigil is located between her headlights.
Most of her is painted a dark blue, with lines of black and silver along her limbs, sides, shoulders, and neck. Her helm is a simple rounded shape covering the back of her neck, gently sloping up to her jaw line, curling up and around her audials, then coming together as a 'widows peak' in the center of her forehead. Her optics are the most plain feature on her extremely plain design, bright blue all they way through with quite a few shutters to keep debris away.
Her years in hauling and her crash landing on earth has given her a few visible scars. Namely in the flat of her shoulder and a couple on the lower half of her face.
Altmode: 2015 Toyota Tundra
History:
Originally forged for waste hauling on construction sites, Shale spent her early years content in her work. Picking up knowledge from others along the way and learning about construction itself. As time went on work became more and more scarce, and with a heavy sense of doubt she took to dealing in illicit substances. Where-in she learned to pick up the mannerisms and tics of people. For a while this cycle continued, until disorder began to stir. And it wasn't long before disorder became conflict.
War hadn't broken out just yet, but it was not far away. Shale wanted no part of it, trying to continue her low profile way of life. War changed that, and as the planet began to fade away Shale tried to make herself scarce. Moving from one place to another in her attempt to distance herself from the front line. But their planet was going dark, and so with a heavy spark she joined the Autobots and boarded The Ark.
In the attack on The Ark Shale was jettisoned into space, having been shoved into a pod in the ensuing panic. The pod placed her in prolonged stasis where she spent a very, very long time before crash landing on Earth. Rescued by a neutral bot she quickly joined Team Prime once contact was made. There she fell into a routine of maintenance, maintenance, and more maintenance. Slowly bringing the base to a more functional mess.
Then the energon crisis began, and Shale anxiously volunteered to be placed under induced stasis. It took quite a while, but once energon was no longer a critical issue bots started stirring again. Shale was one of the last to come to, and she quickly had to adjust to life at the base again. Being under had set a bit of a fire under her and so she immediately got back to work once given the all clear.
Personality:
Curt, soft spoken, hard working, tense, and curious are all words that have been used to describe Shale in her life. She isn't one to mince words, never afraid to speak her mind even if some may find it grating or even unkind at times. That is if you can get her to open up at all. She’s much more of an “actions speaks louder than words” sort. Finding words far too cheap and knowing some bots lie as naturally as they blink. She likes to keep to herself, since that's often how she lived before the war.
She prides herself on her work finding a deep satisfaction in completing any job she is given. She does tend to tunnel vision in on whatever she has her sights set on. Often even disregarding things like rest and refueling in order to finish whatever she's set out to do. Determined to her detriment as a bot she knew once said. She likes keeping her hands busy, otherwise she gets antsy.
She's really just antsy in general. There's always this sense of anxiety about her. Many of her previous life choices have left her feeling a deep sense of quilt and for far too long she's been waiting for the consequences of them. On the rare occasions that she isn't elbow deep in work she spends her time tinkering. Taking things apart and learning what makes them tick brings her joy. As does learning about earth and its rich culture, mostly its music and wildlife.
Likes:
Heavy Lifting - Shale was built to lift and quite enjoys doing it. It gives her a sense of comfort, a reminder that even though she's been through so much she's still her.
Long open stretches of road - When not at work Shale loves to drive. It gives her an escape and a chance to gather her thoughts in private. It also helps burn up some of her seemingly endless energy.
Being dirty - What's the point of being clean if you're just going to get dirty again anyway? She simply loves when she's covered in dirt and grime. It says 'I went out and did something today'. When she's bored and dirty enough she likes to draw on her arms and legs.
Tinkering - While she finds the actual learning part to be a bit of a chore the simple act of taking something apart fills her with joy. If she finds something interesting on the side of the road she'll most likely bring it back and open it up. Just to give herself something to do for the afternoon.
Earth's wildlife - With a VASTLY broader species count on this planet Shale loves to simply watch their behavior. Her personal favorites are big cats.
Earth's flora and fauna - There's just so much of it all, and they come in so many different colors!
Earth's music - Sometimes hit or miss but she still enjoys it nonetheless. Her favorite genres are heavy metal and classic rock.
Dislikes:
Having her things touched - Shale has a very specific place for her tools and equipment and cannot stand when they are moved. Especially without her permission. It's there for a reason, do not touch it. Please.
Medics/Medical procedures - Not so much a dislike, just a sort of...unease. She fully realizes that they are vital in these trying times, she just gets this uneasy feeling around them. The very thought of having someone fiddling under her hood while she's in stasis gives her the creeps. Medically induced stasis has not improved these feelings. It’s in fact up in the air if it's actually made it worse.
Having her work ruined - With how much time and effort she put into what she's doing it drives her up the wall whenever she sees it ruined. Can't it just stay fixed for ten minutes?!
Large bodies of water - Ponds, streams, and rivers she's perfectly fine with. But anything bigger than those and she's wary of it.
Half-assed work - If something is worth doing it's worth doing it right as an old team lead of hers said.
The thought of flying - She's never known - nor does she ever want to know - just how fliers do it. Just how they can be comfortable with the fact that the only thing separating them from the ground is nothing but air is beyond her.
Strengths/Weapons:
Is that all you've got? - Shale can take a lot of punishment, she was built to after all. Heavy armor and a lot of durability go a long way.
South paw - Shale can pack a pretty powerful punch, for as inexperienced in combat as she is. But it can't be said she doesn't know how to throw her weight into it.
What're you hiding? - Shale can read the mood of a situation very easily. Thus can quickly tell if things are about to turn sour for her or another person.
But they don't fall down - With her heavily armored legs and stout stature Shale has a very low center of gravity. Making it very difficult for her to topple over.
Did you see that? - Shale is very observant, her previous life in both dangerous construction sites and eluding authorities taught her how to be fully aware of her surroundings at all times.
Long haul - Being used to carrying a lot of heavy things for very long distances, Shale has accrued quite the well of stamina. She can keep going well past the point some other bots would have thrown in the towel.
Weaknesses:
Like a turtle on it’s shell - While it's hard to knock her onto her back once it happens it's equally as hard for her to get back up. This is where her bulk works against her.
One day we’ll get there - With her big body it isn't much of a stretch to say she's slow, in pretty much everything she does. Turning, hitting, even just moving she's slow.
Where did you go? - Her helm may be perfect for protecting vital parts of her but it also serves to cause blind spots in her vision. Specifically her peripherals.
Hold on let me overthink this - Shale is a very anxious bot. It doesn't take a lot for a situation to overwhelm her. She can deal with it if the situation is dire enough but it'll take a long time for her to recover.
Let me out! - With her time in the escape pod and her not so graceful landing on earth Shale has developed a fear of tight spaces and falling. If she can just turn around in a space she can manage but anything less is liable for panic.
Finger guns - Shale lacks any sort of long range or close range weaponry. Leaving her defenseless in anything outside of hand to hand combat.
Special Skills:
That's suspicious - Shale can pick up on certain ticks that people may have, such as being jittery when they sit down. She's become very observant after dealing with so many crazy people.
What's your poison? - In conjunction with reading habits she can also pick up on side effects of certain drugs. Things like twitching of the hands or face, shivering, stuttering, dilated optics, or irritation/aggression.
Sample RP:
It was for the best.
It was for the best.
It was for the best.
Easy enough to say and easy enough to believe. There wasn't enough energon to go around, bots would go days without a ration. The base was up to snuff- at least as much as the towering, rocky lemon could be. If there was ever a time Shale felt like dead weight it was now. It wasn't long before volunteers were being taken to be placed in stasis to ease pressure off the team. She was quick to apply.
To be totally honest though....it terrified her.
Shook her straight down to her frame.
Being totally subdued and unaware of your surroundings. Completely giving trust of yourself over to somebody else. But as she told herself over, and over, and over again: it was for the best.
It would feel like a moment to her she was assured, awake, then asleep, and back again. Almost like blinking. It wasn't much longer before she went under. One last thought: It's for the best.
----
The pod streaked down from the darkness of space in a black plume of ash and smoke. Debris fell away in chunks as re-entry into the atmosphere turned the metal red hot and melting the protective shell. A thump of turbulance, a spark stopping *crack*. Then there was no glass, the shards dancing past her terrifyingly slow. She coughed, choking on the smoke from the fires. Then another thump, and the cockpit of the pod was gone, replaced with the horrifying emptiness of the open sky. The pod was gone, inexplicably vanished from around her.
Just her...and the unhelpful clouds.
She fell, and fell, and fell.
It was blindingly fast, yet at the same time unforgivingly slow. The clouds parted and the ground drew closer and closer. From just being able to make out the mountains to suddenly seeing the grass in a blinding, terrifying flash. Then the ground was right before her. Impact-
----
"FU-"
Optics flew open, the profanity cut short as her systems hiccuped and her entire body seized a moment. As if bracing for impact. A moment passed…nothing. There was no crater, no life ending damage to her body, and a startling lack of dirt... anywhere. Had she somehow survived? Impossible. Hearty as her frame was plummeting from the atmosphere was a death sentence for anyone.
The first thing she noticed was the smell. That awful, pungent smell of sterilizing chemicals. Breathing it in burned a little. Blue optics traced the roof of the medbay, down to herself and the wires sticking out of her. One coiled down from her arm, hanging just above the floor, and plugged into a beeping machine. The noise it made grew steadily less frantic as she slowly gained consciousness, and realized that she wasn't hurtling to her imminent death.
It was a dream.
She was at the base, safe on solid ground and among friendlies. Waking from the stasis she'd - pretty dumbly she now noted - volunteered to undergo. Shale leaned her head back, tapping her helm on the berth a little harder than was probably necessary. Maybe another measure to just make sure she wasn't dreaming still? Difficult to say really. A relieved sigh escaped her as a wave of calm washed over her.
"Ah hell..."
She murmured softly and slowly lifted her hand to rest on her chest plating. Note: NEVER VOLUNTEER AGAIN.
"Welcome back Shale…"