A simple artist and writer. Simp Queen! I love my OC's and Self Inserts! Putting them with existing characters is fun. I love Band of Brothers, The Pacific, Masters of the Air, Fate, Transformers, Dragon Ball, Record of Ragnarok, League of Legends (the LORE!), Halo, Warhammer40k, DC Comics, Marvel Comics, and SCP. I also roleplay! I am a literate roleplayer! I'm 21 so NO MINORS! Thank you.
(Particularly, for Mutants/X-Men in Marvel's case.)
I have some OC's (that I may add to in the future).
If you'd like to roleplay with me then you can message me. But first-
Some ground rules!
- I only do literate, no * or stuff like that (I'll write an example).
- I'd prefer it to be on Discord.
- I only write as my OC's. I feel very comfortable with them. You can be just canon characters if you'd like, I don't mind. If there are lots (like battles was stuff) in a scene, I'll do my best to help you. (I would prefer if you'd be a canon character though.)
- This is going to be a one-on-one roleplay. No groups, it's too chaotic for me and I'd get too overwhelmed otherwise.
- You have to be at least 18+ age range.
- No minors, because I will be doing dark themes, NSFW, and the like. And no, I will not make exceptions. (Please don't lie to me about your age, that's just fucked up and I'll immediately block you if you do.)
- You have to have canon knowledge of what we'll be roleplaying (that would be obvious lmao.)
- You have to put in just as much effort as me. It's frustrating when I come back to a two liner reply. Especially since I write A LOT. It would just discourage me. 50/50 is preferred. Don't force yourself to write if you don't want to (have health issues, feeling down in the dumps, ect. Please tell me if something is wrong of course.)
- If you have OC's, that's alright too. Just ask me before you randomly throw them in. I'll be showing you my OC's in advance before we start writing. Just know that I do still want you to control a canon character.
- COMMUNICATION IS KEY. Don't be afraid to ask questions. Don't be afraid of me either, haha. I just have to be firm. I don't mind talking outside of the roleplay too. It's always nice to make friends!
- And please don't ghost me, several people have done that and it just hurts. Tell me if you're going to be gone for a while, or if you want to change the rp, or you just need a break.
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What comics am I most comfortable/familiar with? No particular order!
Anything to do with (Comics and Animated mostly) Batman, Superman, Red Hood, Nightwing, Red Robin, Batfamily in general, Firestorm, Green Lantern (Hal Jordan, Kyle Rayner), The Flash (Barry Allen, Wally West), Blue Beetle (Ted Kord), Booster Gold, The Riddler, The Atom (Ray Palmer), Green Arrow, Arsenal, Plastic Man, Superboy (Conner Kent), Deathstroke, Captain Cold, Mirror Master (Specifically from the animated movie Justice League: Doom), Deadshot, Justice League/Young Justice/Teen Titans in general...might add more.
Gambit, Cyclops, The Angel (Mutants: Mainly the comics and animated), Spiderman (Mainly the comics and animated), Daredevil (TV Show, Comics)...might add more.
Mainly for both, I can't list specific comics because that would be way too long. But I do like older works rather than some new stuff. Like the Green Lantern expanded lore about the galaxy in DC, as an example, where they bring back Hal Jordan.
Those are what I'm familiar with. If you also like these, then hit me up. We'd have to talk a bit before writing, such as your own limitations, boundaries, and the like.
Now, here's an example of my writing that involves one of my OC's.
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Valrel sighs as she crouches on the railing, arms bent on her knees as she looks down at the city lights. It's beautiful tonight, from up here at least. She'd just gotten done with a full sweep of the surrounding block two times, making sure everything is right as rain. She'd been planning this for a month, so it best work when the time was right. She'd kept track of all the potential threats, witnesses, and the people that live in this expensive apartment complex. From all walks of life, but they're all rich - particularly the ones on top. At the penthouse.
Flipping up and over the balcony railing above her, steps silent as she crouches again. The wind passes by, playing with her loose white locks as she forms water around her fingers. Flexing them, her eyes glow under her blue opaque visor - the water slips in under the crack of the locked glass door. Boom. Open. Using her other hand to slide it open, taking a step in.
She'd taken the precaution to loop the empty rooms camera for around 10 minutes. That's all she needs. Security is down around here. The residents did go on a nice vacation away from Blüdhaven, fortunate for her - not so much for them. They won't even notice anyways. Still, Valrel footsteps are silent as she makes her way through the roomy living room and to the home office, sliding in, she's quick to go to the safe and start with picking the lock with her powers. Staying alert. Nightwing might appear like he usually does. Not that she minds his presence...he's just distracting when she's doing something she deems important. Valrel huffs to herself, smirking lightly with amusement quirking her expression.
She won't say she doesn't have fun when he decides to come around.
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Of course, I'll write way more than that lol.
Maybe I'll add more to this post if I think of more. :]
See ya, feel free to message me if you're interested.
*shows you art of me and Jason Todd together because I love him so much (I’m delusional thinking I’d even have a chance with him)*
I wish to love him every day and night, I want to be there for him and hold him…RAHHHH
To note, I haven’t drawn in like a couple weeks because I haven’t had the motivation. But I’m happy with how this is turning out.
(Also if anyone wants to rp with me, me using my OC and you being a DC character…talk to me. I’m like, deprived of people into DC comics and shit bro. Only if you’re 18+ though, alright? Lmao)
I'm disappointed with you for a lot of reasons but I'm especially disappointed at the fanfic community for the lack of stormtrooper x reader fics. No not Stormtrooper Finn, not Stormtrooper!Reader, I'm talking just some random stormtrooper. For all my fellow mask kink folks, how tf are y'all not on this?? The rest of you horny people, have you never imagined getting bent over by one or even better, making them obey your orders?
Or forget the smut, just imagine being arrested by one, coaxing them into the Resistance, and having them slowly fall in love with you despite being "rebel scum", forbidden romance shit. Or one who's a loser even in his rank yet you, a Commander, fall in love with them. Or having one committing the greatest betrayal to the Order just for you. Or both of you guys becoming fugitive stormtroopers falling in love throughout the process. Or maybe just you being a fellow trooper/resistance scum that they just can't stop pining and fangirling over because you're just that cool.
Fuck, am I just gonna have to write this stuff myself??
All I'm saying is, please, for the love of God - someone make a random Stormtrooper x Reader. I'm on my fucking knees. I want to be bent over by one. I don't mind the mask and armor staying on (I have an armor and mask kink). How can there be absolutely nothing when there is so much potential? None? None at all? Are people really not attracted to them, or their voices, or just - just them? The aesthetic? (Like, ones from the original trilogy and the new ones too.)
Not to mention, I have Star Wars OC's that I can use to roleplay as and someone can be a stormtrooper(s). Or whatever.
Reply post to @fictional-love-is-my-life song tag game because why not?
Rules: Pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people
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N: Nunca es suficiente- Natalia lafourcade
I: It's gonna be me- NSYNC
L: Love you inside out- Bee Gees
A: Amor prohibido- Selena
W: What I've done- Linkin Park
I: I bet on losing dogs- Mitski
I: I wanna dance with somebody- Whitney Houston
I post tag that many(sry if you were already tagged) sooo: @blazewrites-smut, @montyuh, @robot-horde, @sketchy-loo6195, @tol-swapfell-pupper
Thanks for the tag. It too me forever to actually find the songs (and choose them) but I did. Honorable mention goes to the Halo Theme, and Virgil's Theme from Devil Man Crybaby!
(Yes, the slowed and reverb ones are specific, but I really love them.)
Hi. How are you? I hope you are doing well, I wish you a good and easy summer🏵️🌺
Can I have something with Roboute Guilliman? Before Heresy.
Let's imagine that Roboute married (for love, they love each other very much) the reader even before the Emperor found him. She is his adopted cousin (niece of Conor's adoptive father).
And here is Roboute's surprised and uncomprehending reaction to the fact that he is the only one of the brothers who is married. Well, the shock of the rest of the primarchs that the reader really accepts Guilliman with all the features of his life as a primarch.
Something like this😅 but as always, you can change everything so that it is convenient for you)
The request is public, there is too little content on the primarchs in the world. I hope this brings someone some pleasure.
Here you are.
In the far future, everyone still loves romcom
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The banquet hall echoed with laughter as the Primarchs partook of the party. Guilliman conversed politely but wished to return to his work. As he made to depart, Russ clapped him on the shoulder.
"In a hurry to get home, brother?" Russ teased. "Wife waiting for you in bed?"
Guilliman smiled "Yes, she will be wondering where I am."
Russ laughed heartily, thinking it a jest. But Guilliman simply smiled and took his leave. The other Primarchs continued their celebrations, taking no note.
Minutes later, realization dawned. "Wait... Roboute has a wife???" Russ exclaimed in shock.
After a few moments, realization dawned on the Primarchs. Exclamations of surprise and wonder echoed through the hall.
"Roboute? Married?"
"Who is the woman insane enough to tie herself to him?"
"I didn't even know he had an interest in such things!"
1.
Guilliman was confused. "Have I not told you all about my wife?" he said.
The Primarchs exchanged glances, admitting they had thought Guilliman's remarks the previous were in joke. Many had assumed he was "married" only to his duties, with the Ultramar itself as his bride.
Guilliman was astonished. "My wife has been by my side for centuries." he said. "How could you not know of her?"
His brothers exchanged looks of surprise. "We thought you were joking the whole time." Horus said. "A primarch, married? It seems so..."
"Strange." said Dorn.
Guilliman's brows furrowed. "Is it so strange that I would want a life beyond duty?" he asked.
His brothers shook their heads. "It is not strange." said Sanguinius. "Only unexpected. We had not realized you look like someone will get married."
Guilliman softened. "My duties consume much of me." he said. "But when I am with her. She gives me more than this. I feel like I'm.. just alive.... You know."
His brothers listened in silence, pondering the power of this woman can soften even the hardest heart of their brother.
Horus' curiosity got the better of him. "Tell us of this wife of yours, Brother." he said. The other Primarchs gathered round, keen to hear this tale.
Guilliman sighed. "Must you all behave like children wanting to hear 'how I met your mother'?"
Russ laughed. "You cannot leave us in suspense now! Out with it man, tell of this woman who has tamed one of us all."
Guilliman shook his head in amusement. "Right." he said. "If you must know."
Horus leaned forward. "Tell us how you met this woman who stole your heart!" he said. The others made noises of assent.
Guilliman remembered the day he had first seen her, this woman who had brought so much light into his life. But where to begin that tale? There were so many things he loved about her, her keen wit, her fierce loyalty, her calm counsel,... so many things.
He leaned back in his chair, surveying his brothers' expectant faces. "Very well." he said. "How I met your mother..."
2.
Guilliman stood stoically overseeing the teeming masses of Macragge. His gaze swept the scene as it had hundreds of times before, hardly registering anything new.
Then he saw her. A slight figure hunched over scrolls and parchment at waist. Her quill moved nimbly, hair falling around her face as she worked. Guilliman found himself staring, transfixed.
Their gazes met and for an instant, the world stilled.
He felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom within his chest, a pull that defied reason or logic. In that one glance, something irreversible had been set in motion.
There was something in her stirred his soul, maybe the graceful ease of her movements, maybe the sharp focus of her mind at work, he doesn't know. He watched her for what seemed like hours, drinking in even the smallest details, the tilt of her head, the arch of her back, the dart of her eyes as she scanned the parchment.
And yet he knew nothing of this woman who had so suddenly ensnared his attention. Who was she? What work demanded such concentration? He longed to know, however hesitated to disturb her peace.
The woman finished her tasks and left, unaware of the Primarch's regard. Guilliman silently chided himself for this strange captivation over a stranger. Yet as he turned back to his duties, the memory of her sure hands and thoughtful gaze lingered in his mind.
3.
Russ laughed heartily. "Roboute had estrus for his wife at first sight!"
Sanguinius gently corrected. "You mean love at first sight, brother."
Fulgrim eyed Guilliman curiously. "And what happened next? Did you speak to her?"
Guilliman sighed. "She is the niece of my father. I think he sensed my feelings and arranged for us to meet."
The primarchs listened intently now. Lion asked dryly, "And the date? I assume it went well."
Guilliman's face reddened. "Well...not exactly. I planned everything perfectly. Dinner at the finest restaurant, a walk in the gardens..."
Russ roared with laughter. "Did you recite poetry? Wear a new cloak?"
Guilliman glared at him. "Everything seemed perfect! But then..." He trailed off, embarrassed.
Fulgrim leaned forward. "But then what?"
4.
Guilliman had planned every detail of this evening, the restaurant, the conversation topics, even the words he would use to impress you. But none of his plans accounted for how truly stunning you appeared when you arrived.
Your beauty overwhelmed him, leaving him momentarily speechless. He struggled to find the right words. "You look beautiful tonight," he finally managed.
"Thank you." You replied with a smile.
An awkward silence fell as Guilliman's mind went blank. Then suddenly he doesn't remember his plan. "Have you heard about the new tax reforms?" he asked eagerly.
"I heard a little bit." You are curious to see what he has to say.
Guilliman talked animatedly about his tax reforms, gesturing with his hands as he outlined the various proposals before the Senate. And yet his mind barely registered the words coming from his own mouth. He spoke at length about the new tax reforms.
"The changes seek to simplify the existing tax code and broaden the tax base."
You nodded politely. "That does sound sensible."
All he saw was your face, lit by the soft glow of the restaurant candles. The curve of your lips as you politely smiled at his explanation. The way a loose lock of hair fell across your cheek, begging to be tucked gently behind your ear.
He launched into more details about bracket adjustments and closing loopholes.
"We estimate this will generate an additional 10% in annual revenue."
You replied "That could fund many important programs."
Guilliman droned on about commercial import tariffs and industry subsidies, even as his thoughts wandered to what it would feel like to hold your hand in his own. To softly brush that stray lock of hair from your face and gaze into your eyes.
"This will incentivize investment and innovation."
You responded "A balanced approach."
His voice maintained the confident, professorial tone he used addressing the Senate, reciting statistics and projections about GDP growth and revenue collection. And yet underneath it all, a much simpler truth shone through: your beauty had enraptured him, leaving him longing for little more than to spend the evening quietly basking in your presence.
You said "You've certainly given this a great deal of thought."
Guilliman glanced at you, your eyes meeting briefly before he continued talking.
"With the Senate's approval we could implement most of these changes within the year."
You smiled gently. "What an ambitious goal."
Guilliman returned your smile, your attentive responses brought him back to the present just enough to continue the conversation. His heart remained lost in the simple joy of looking upon one so fair, and wishing for nothing more than to remain lost in your gaze.
5.
The primarchs burst out laughing as Guilliman finished his tale. Even Dorn and Lion chuckled and shook their heads.
"The next day, my father looked at me with a disappointed expression." Guilliman said ruefully. "As if to say 'Really Roboute? Really?'"
Fulgrim smiled. "But still, she agreed to a second date. How did you win her heart?"
Guilliman sighed. "It was a very, very long process."
"Skip that boring part!" Russ said. "Tell us how you finally confessed your feelings!"
The others nodded in agreement. Guilliman smiled, remembering.
6.
When Guilliman finally confessed, he brought out a long, neatly written scroll and began reading everything he had carefully drafted to say to you.
You raised an eyebrow and remained silent when he finished. Guilliman noticed your expression and sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm wasting your time. I'm so boring and obnoxious, you must have endured me a lot lately."
But you just simply said "No, I'm just surprised. How could I hate a man who does what he loves with such passion? A reformer who helps so many. You are not boring or obnoxious."
You took the scroll from his hands. "Keep it short."
Guilliman took a breath. "Will you marry me?"
You confused but smiled "No, but we can go slow."
Guilliman breathed deep, the fragrance of hope blossoming within him.
You saw the change come over him, a light dawning in his eyes. The rigid lines of duty softened into curves of grace.
Guilliman smiled. "Then let us walk this path together, one step at a time."
You took his hand. "Slowly." you agreed.
You and him had found each other, though the road ahead wound long and slow. But patience now walked hand in hand with possibility. And where love lights its gentle flame, all things become possible in time.
7.
Sanguinius sighed romantically. "True love blossoms in the most unexpected ways."
Several others nodded in agreement.
Fulgrim asked excitedly. "But what of the wedding? I'm sure it was a beautiful ceremony!"
Then Magnus interjected awkwardly. "I have a question." He leaned in and whispered. "How do you, um, deal with the size difference?"
The room fell silent. Magnus hastily added. "Asking for a friend, of course!"
Guilliman's faced flushed. "Such matters are private."
Russ laughed. "Magnus doesn't need to know. No woman wants a nerd!"
Magnus flushed angrily. "I know more than you! I've read about it."
Russ scoffed. "Books? I know from experience. Just push hard!"
Magnus frowned. "Push what hard?"
Russ stared, then turned red. "Uh... Nevermind."
Mortarion sighed through his mask. "Admit it. Except for Roboute, we're all virgins."
The room fell silent. Mortarion spoke the truth they'd all avoided.
8.
Ferrus coughed, looking awkwardly "I wish to know as well, brother."
Even Dorn spoke up, hiding his shame behind stoic face."Tell us."
Corax shyly raised his hand.
Guilliman sighed in embarrassment. "Really brothers? Must I?"
They nodded eagerly.
Guilliman reluctantly. "Human's body is...extremely flexible. I do not know why, it just is."
The others absorbed this bizarre knowledge, eyes alight.
One thanked Guilliman profusely and rushed from the room, the others following hastily. Soon Guilliman was alone. He sighed, not wanting to know what his brothers intended.
9.
Guilliman looked up as you entered, stacks of reports in your arms. He and you smiled at each other wearily.
"My dear," he said warmly, rising to greet you.
You returned his smile. "I bring you news from Macragge." You laid the reports on his desk.
"More work?" he asked. You nodded.
Guilliman sighed. "It never ends."
Your smile turned wry. "No, it does not."
He looked at you, beneath the weight of duty and responsibility. Then took your hand and kissed it gently. "Stay awhile. Your presence is enough for now."
You smiled softly. "I will gladly remain."
Weariness clung to both their bones, duty's demands unrelenting. But in each other's arms, he found ease. In each other's eyes, hope rekindled.
For though the path ahead stretched long, you and him walked it side by side. And sometimes, that was enough.
“YOU ARE THE CULMINATION OF A THOUSAND LIFETIMES OF PLANNING.”
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Independent & semi-selective blog, featuring Master Chief from the Halo franchise as well as a plethora of other characters from various video game, film, and anime franchises, all penned by Sharky. AU, crossover, and OC friendly!
Please like or reblog this post if you are interested in interacting, it’s greatly appreciated!
If you'd like to roleplay with me then you can message me. But first-
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I only do literate, no * or stuff like that (I'll write an example).
I'd prefer it to be on Discord (but if you aren't comfortable with that, just tell me!)
I only write as my OC's. I feel very comfortable with them. You can be just canon characters if you'd like, I don't mind. If there are lots (like battles was stuff) in a scene, I'll do my best to help you.
This is going to be a one-on-one roleplay. No groups, it's too chaotic for me.
You have to be at least 19+ age range.
No minors, because I will be doing dark themes, NSFW, and the like. And no, I will not make exceptions. (Please don't lie to me about your age, that's just fucked up and I'll immediately block you if you do.)
You have to have knowledge of Halo (that would be obvious lmao.)
You have to put in just as much effort as me. It's frustrating when I come back to a two liner or to a lazy reply. Especially since I write A LOT. It would just discourage me. 50/50 is preferred. Don't force yourself to write if you don't want to (have health issues, feeling down in the dumps, ect.)
If you have OC's, that's alright too. Just ask me before you randomly throw them in. I'll be showing you my OC's in advance before we start writing. Just know that I do still want you to control a canon character-
COMMUNICATION IS KEY. Don't be afraid to ask questions. Don't be afraid of me either, haha. I just have to be firm.
And please don't ghost me, several people have done that and it just hurts. Tell me if you're going to be gone for a while, or if you want to change the rp, or you just need a break.
What Halo media am I most comfortable with? No particular order!
- All the Halo games! Currently watching a play through of them all over again! Will be getting to Infinite soon! I've seen some clips.
- I do want to read the novels/some comics of it. Perhaps when I have the time and means!
- I would love to do crossovers of my different OC's falling into Halo...or Master Chief coming to one of the universes my OC's are in. We can brainstorm together! ❤
(The Halo TV show...? No, I'm sorry. I don't like that at all. If you like it, that's great. But - like how a lot of other people feel - really didn't get Master Chief right at all.)
Those are what I'm familiar with. If you also like these, then hit me up. We'd have to talk a bit before writing, such as your own limitations, boundaries, and the like. I'll do the same!
Now, here's an example of my writing that involves one of my OC's.
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This is quite the predicament that she's in, isn't it? Pinned down by Covenant and with injured Marines beside her. Vex shifts, armor whirling as she grips her Assault Rifle closer to her chest plate. Her mind whirls with possibilities and outcomes, her processor shooting to different scenarios as she barely scans over the top of the ridge she's behind. She only gets down when a Marine grabs her arm. The added weight immediately makes her kneel down farther and turn to the Marine, concern evident as she places a armored hand over his. She'd done her best to use the biofoam to patch them all up.
"Don't...run out there. You'll- f-fuck...you'll die." Echo sputters, glaring up at her yellow visor. Quietly, she marvels at his emotion. They'd only known each other for this mission, and he's worried about her. How sweet. "I'll be doing just that. If I don't secure the landing zone, our extract will be compromised. Don't worry about me, Echo! Worry over yourself and the others. You're conscious enough to hold a weapon up. I trust you to take out any who try to ambush around this ridge...besides, they think I'm the only one alive." Vex brushes off his concerns, already coming up with a plan to get them all out of here alive. Gently patting his shoulder before lifting her Assault Rifle again, while also making sure her combat knife is secure, as well as her pistol.
Vex smiles under her helmet, striking yellow eyes glowing brighter as she hugs the ridge as she moves. Yes, she'll get them all out alive. They don't have to worry about her. She was made for this.
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Of course, I'll write way more than that in my responses lol.
Now...onto my OC's!
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Dr. Ophelia Penelope
(Help) (Weaver)
Creator of the Proto-Life project
Proto-Life is an offshoot of the Spartan-II program, planning to create androids using the highest possible technology and AI. Somewhere between 2520's and 2540's, this program was created by Dr. Ophelia Penelope, a researcher on AI, engineering, and technology advancements. She wanted to make artificial soldiers that could help with the war effort against the Covenant.
She made this project to ensure that more humans don't have to die, nor go through the process of painful augmentation (we all know it didn't the kidnapping didn't stop for a while and as a young Mother...she had a selfish reason for this project too). Dr. Ophelia made both Viz and Vex to prove they could make artificial intelligence and have them be more useful- not just in a digital setting- but a physical setting.
Viz was her first project...but it did not go as planned. She was cold and driven by pure programming. Efficient at her job, but only in a solo setting.
Vex was her second, and more successful one. Made with careful planning but her selfishness got in the way. Nobody needed to know anyways. She would be a perfect soldier, one with hightened everything to impress the higher ups. But with a personality that matched that or a human- and a body with the same properties as a human female.
She would go on to make a couple more before the program was shut down, due to many resources being used for it. The military suggested a cheaper solution- but Dr. Ophelia denied it. They need to be careful with it instead of using cheaper parts lest they want the androids to fall apart or be less intelligent for missions. Or even glitch out in battle. Especially if the Covenant gets their technology, that would be terrible.
Her hair is a soft chestnut color, with some white hairs in it from stress. Her skin is a healthy color of soft peach and she has soft onyx eyes. She's a bit chubby, not getting out much.
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Proto-0: Nickname - Viz
Proto-Life is an offshoot of the Spartan-II program, planning to create androids using the highest possible technology and AI.
Viz was Dr. Ophelia's first real attempt at making a soldier that fit the UNSC and ORION project. She was created, or "born" in 2529.
Viz was a copy of the Spartan-II's, though she lacked the initiative and drive of humans unless the mission was at risk. She was made in the image of a ruthless, cold soldier that got the mission done at all costs. She had some human characteristics, but was designated too dangerous to humans as well given her calculations sacrificed the humans that were most unlikely to survive in her algorithm, therefore saving the most likely to survive.
With that, Dr. Ophelia created an AI that could calculate the best course of action in simulations. Self learning.
With this new AI, she was very efficient in simulations and even some small artificial combat missions with supervision. Viz has heightened intelligence, the more she learned, the more efficient she became. Being able to study combat styles, ect.
This improvement also resulted in an upgraded body. Wearing Spartan armor, a good 6'5, but under the armor- she had obvious none human traits, but had a human shape under the armor. Her eyes were not eyes, but blank visors in her face. With obvious gaps where her joints and body bent. She even had artificial hair- but could be improved. (Even private parts were there but sort of none human looking.)
The android was more suited for solo missions in the end- given there was no risk to human life if she is sent on a suicide mission.
Dr. Ophelia was never very...satisfied with Viz. Wanting to improve her, make her more human. Better for group settings, missions that could help others, and create connections even when given the opportunity.
Therefore, Viz was left with the UNSC for highly dangerous missions on planets, Covenant taken ships, and rarely deployed with a team.
For the military, it was standard procedure.
Unknown to them, Viz's AI was improving everyday. She was still that plain slate, rarely ever taking off her armor unless she needed repairs. She was very non-human, something of an enigma among the spaceships she has boarded.
They never seemed to notice her hints of curiosity, or determination on a mission. She was never given a program to interact with others casually- still being a primitive artificial intelligence. It was never too obvious either.
A small tilt of the head, or looking out at the stars, or even staring intently through the visor of her helmet at other Spartan's she was modeled after. As if trying to read them. Not to mention, attempting to copy other hand gestures aside from military hand gestures.
Viz was spared barely any mind. Occasionally giving reports to Dr. Ophelia about her status, and being left by her lonesome most of the time. She was content but also...not.
It was strange.
She wanted more...
She was- jealous of Vex? Or was this just an error?
It's extremely confusing for her.
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Proto-1: Nickname - Vex
Proto-Life is an offshoot of the Spartan-II program, planning to create androids using the highest possible technology and AI.
Dr. Ophelia's second attempt at an Android soldier was much more successful this time around. Maybe because she modeled it after her...deceased child, who was in her mid-20's when she died.
This was the one. Made with the utmost care, with every design being intentional and a lesson learned from the first project.
Vex was much more human looking, basically identical to a human female (even private bits in case she needs to blend in), if you don't notice the faint seam lines where her limbs bend or the spinal strut along the middle of her back that connects to the armor, as well as along the inside of her arms and legs (the ones on her limbs close when not in use though). She has soft light brown hair, that's done in a low ponytail. The other abnormal part of her are the eyes, which glow a sharp yellow color. The irises are robotic in nature if you look closely. She is pale because that's the faux material that was used to make her skin, and she doesn't tan since it's not real. She stands at a reasonable 5'8.
She imitates a regular human, with a more defined personality than Viz. (Ophelia modeled it after her daughter.)
Out of combat, she is calm but sweet, never panicking too much unless she's joking around. There is also a firmness to her when those ranked below her don't act to save themselves. She can even be excitable- but doesn't understand many social cues strangely enough and can be blunt (whether that's good or bad depends on the situation.) There is a strange believable sense she actually cares for humans. Most don't even know she is an Android unless they catch her disconnecting from her suit (which she is rarely out of unless for maintenance), or she gets injured and doesn't bleed. Or she ends up glitching out (which doesn't happen often).
Of course, there is a serious side to her. In combat, she's ideal for group settings and protecting civilians. Rescue and recon, while also being sent into more dangerous zones that need to be taken back/defended. Vex's directive is to finish the mission and protect any humans in the area- even other Spartans. They are human too.
She is not overbearing in her protection, knowing that others can defend themselves. But don't put it past her if she sees you're injured, and immediately starts to protect you/give medical attention if need be.
Vex was made to be as perfect as possible. An ideal military asset, but personable and approachable. But follows orders to a T.
Making hard decisions is...hard for her though. Her directive is to keep humans safe but also complete the mission. Strangely enough, her systems find trouble in choosing what to do so she usually protects the humans first before actually doing the mission. It's why she needs to be on a team, someone needs to direct her one what to do (usually an authority figure or another Spartan).
Dr. Ophelia prefers her too, despite also taking care or Viz occasionally.
But like Viz, even with her path set for her...there are a couple unknown kinks she doesn't report. For instance, having an unseen admiration for Spartans and a *need* to prove herself. To *impress* one of them. There is also a sense of feeling incomplete. One could make out signs of Identity Crisis that develops in her- especially after contacting Dr. Ophelia and being refered to as her daughter or being given affectionate nicknames.
Her systems doesn't allow her panic- but there is a dread that overtakes her. She doesn't *understand* it though, and it confuses her. Makes her unfocused and hesitant. Not understanding why her hands shake, or her chest feels hot, or why she doesn't feel like she's who Dr. Ophelia thinks she is. But she is? She was made by her.
Despite this...she still does her job and cheers others up, and protects them. Even though it haunts her.
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Fay Kostantinos - Female
(Fairy) (Constant, Loyal)
Communication's Office (On Ship and in Field)
Age - 29
Got moved to a more relevant Communication's position in 2552 (Halo 2) given her successful track record and how long she'd been serving the UNSC. She is both active on ships - and in the field as a mobile Comms Officer.
Originally, she was a normal marine but thanks to particular nasty wounds, she was delegated to a better position. One where she was still active but less in the combat. Fay didn't like it for a long time, especially given she was unable to serve or be on the front lines anymore.
The injuries - She ended up getting badly wounded when trying to save her squad from a surprise Covenant attack. She took a sticky plasma grenade to the right of herself. That ended up burning and seriously damaging her right eye and right eardrum. Burn scars are scattered over her right side like a spider web crawling raggedly across her body. Ever since she has serious PTSD when around bright flashes of light. Sure, she can take bombs and loud noises, but she really gets a rush when facing the Covenant.
(She did end up killing the ones who ambushed her then dead squad.)
Perhaps it's wanting revenge for putting her in this position. Making her feel useless for so long, and injuring her so bad that she feels like she's burning alive more than she'd like every week.
Or perhaps it's just fight or flight on top of a serious PTSD episode.
Even when Fay has been put in this position, practically half blinded and half deaf- she is a damn good Comms officer despite those that doubt her. She would rather be in a personal squad but hers *died* so there is no going back (there may also be a fear for getting them killed again). There are points where she does still fight- going against orders sometimes and being reckless that goes hand in hand with her boiling want to prove herself. Eventually, she did find some semblance of peace in her position (that didn't stop her from being a little too eager to throw herself into battle).
Fay has always admired Master Chief, as well as feel envious of him. To be able to do what he does is what she wants to do, though she knows she's not suitable for any type of Spartan training.
So when she is either on Comm's with him to give him updates, sees him around on the ships (when she is also around), or even gets to be out on the field with him? Fay is both a bit shy and slightly competitive. Depends on her mood on that given day. Most days she can lack self-preservation in wanting to prove herself or just wanting to save others from being killed like her squad.
As for some side hobbies...she loves to create art. Painting, sculpting, the like. Usually it's to get her stress down and have a distraction- or just vent since she doesn't have many friends. Fay hasn't gotten close to anyone since her squad died. Aside from being introverted, off duty she can be almost uncannily calm sometimes...given how she can act on the field. If she is comfortable with you, she can actually be rather sweet - awkward - and socially sort of inept.
Fay wears the standard marine gear and comms gear on her back, but has it modified by cutting off the right sleeve and wrapping her arm with thick cooling bandages with her hand. she doesn't change the pants of course (but there are also cooling bandages around her right leg). There are also ones wrapped around her neck. Fay doesn't let anyone see her face either. Always having on a mouthguard and visor with the standard helmet and some comm's headphones.
Under it all she is quite pale, with light brown hair and bright green eyes. Keeping her hair up in a ponytail most of the time. Her right pupil is a bit greyed though (but she can see out of it...usually covers it under her visor.) She has gotten used to no depth perception too. Her chest is medium C and she is fairly curvy too with light muscle tone. She's around 5'7.
At some point, Glint was hoping not to be caught off guard by the universe. First, a huge civil war on her planet. Then that planet dying? What more could go wrong?
She should have held her glossa!
What was it that humans said? Oh yes- she jinxed herself!
All she wanted was to find the planet that the distress beacon was coming from. It was supposed to be a quick quantum jump- but it looks like Primus has other plans for her when the jump goes haywire and she's suddenly somewhere not planned. She'd set coordinates and everything! Now she's in some unknown system, by herself, with energon reserves meant for the ones that she was going to go scout for in the local solar system of the humans.
Now she's off course and doesn't know where she is!
Being pulled in by the gravitational pull of this ring type planet? Some kind of space station but Earth looking continents on the inside!
The mini-bot can feel energon pump through her lines in panic and adrenaline, pulling up quickly to make the descent at least a twinge less violent- to keep damage to a minimum- and keep herself online. In short, the landing is rough but was as good as it could get with the disoriation of arriving somewhere unknown and the pull of gravity in the descent onto this strange ring formation.
Glint grips the edges of the array in front of her, dizzy from the adrenaline and heavy panic she felt (and is still feeling). The ringing of alarms is muffled in her audials as she forces herself to sit up and assess the damage. Resisting the urge to heave out her tank- she shakily brings up the damages of her vessel. The orbital barriers that are used for meteror showers kept most of the damage to the minimum. The thrusters are fine, but there is some large electrical isses under the ship thanks to crashing front first into the rocky terrian of this...ring.
The autobot rests her helm in her servos, shuddering as silent panic overtakes her. Wings wound tightly behind her, EM field pressed close to her frame. "I-I'm so scrapped..." She dry muses, vocal receptors weak- static heavily covering her words. Coolant builds on the edges of her optics but she sucks it up. She's been online for 9 million years, and has fought in a war for 4 million. She's a Communication's Officer, a soldier (though not fit for fighting much larger bots than her). Calm down, you can do this. Just need to check damages and try to send out a message to the Autobot's.
An underlying fear of Decepticon's being here hangs in the back of her processor.
Anxiously, she gets up from her pilots seat. Luckily, she is the only one in this vessel...and it's relatively small (for her size) so it's just the right fit.
Flinching, she grabs onto the chair, steadying herself. She needs to calm down...you need to go out and check how much damage there is with your own optics. Carefully, she initiates for the landing pedes to lift the ship. There is some groaning, and the ship shifting slowly before another shudder runs through it as it stops.
That's not good...
Glint quickly scans the outside of the ship, looking for motion and the like- nothing. The femme tries not to let her paranoia control her as she worriedly runs to the entrance of the ship. Opening it up, pulling her energon pistol from her subspace just in case. Heading outside, she looks around. Green, earthly terrain...but this is not Earth obviously. With some caution, she closes her ship when she steps out and quickly trudges to the front of the ship.
It's been partially lifted thanks to the pede- but it does seem broken too thanks to the rough landing. With wings still tight up her backstrut, she carefully starts to scan the smoking panels. Deciding not to go under the ship when it could fall at anytime. She needs to find something to keep it held up before she attempts repair under this vessel lest she wants to get crushed.
"I hope whatever lives here ignores the big crash...but that's unlikely. I...I need to find out where I am and a way back to Earth-" Glint talks to herself, tone still partically filled with static but she is at least a bit calmer (not by much). But this place she's landed has never been recorded by even Cybertronian explorers. If they'd ever found this, surely Cybertron would know about it- even in the ages when exploration was common in the universe.
Glint looks back, staring at the ring that curves up in the distance. There is a momentary sense of awe that fills the femme, before she shakes her helm and looks back at her ship. No, she needs to focus.
If there are natives here, she hopes they are peaceful. Humans? She doubts there is, but this is an odd ring system that has oxygen and others that sustain their life. If there is humans- she hopes that they can help her. That is highly unlikely though.
The mini-bot sighs, blue visor dimming as she starts with carefully overlooking what her scans say- and what she needs to repair- hopefully nothing to complicated.
She stays on high alert, pistol magnatized to her hip in case of emergencies.
I am ITCHING to write for multiple of my new OC ideas. I'm about to be hyperfixated. Damn. It's always- always the space/alien/super expansive universes that get me excited and inspired. I just love space so much, you know?
I am definitely going to be writing a lot for a while. Hopefully I can make some good l o r e for my new OC's.
I WRITE A LOT- I ESPECIALLY WANT TO USE MY OC'S FOR ROLEPLAYS. GRAHHH
I will definitely be making a roleplay thread thing for Halo. I need to. I will. There is no chance I'm not.
(And probably for Warhammer 40k when I know more about it.)
Tempjià! He got through some friendly chats with some Autobot scouts going back to their base! Don’t mind the energon, it’s just some spilled in their surprise when he popped in!
I'm too scared to reply to Open RP threads for Transformers. I have no idea if y'all are alright with OC interaction, and I don't want to intrude or make anyone upset. I really want to write, or send a lengthy reply, or something like that- but then again- is using my OC's allowed? I have a lot of them and I just want to make sure.
The title is self explanitory!~ This is with two of my OC's!
Staticflame is a cybertronian motocycle, and he's a medic.
Rainstrider is a soldier in the war for Cybertron.
They have both known each other ever since they were sparklings. There was always a connection between them, it just fell into being Conjunx Endura's so...naturally for them. I love them! *Grin*
Staticflame sighs to himself, running a servo over his faceplate. Taking a looking at his chronometer. It's late…but he has to put in these medical supply reports. They can't have any shortages in case something happens. Quietly, he leans back over his desk and squints his optics, muttering to himself. Typing up the list in relative silence. The soft thumping of keys, and quiet beep of the doors opening behind him. Wait, the doors opening?-
Familiar blue arms wrap around his neck, making him jump. But a small smile rises to his faceplate. "Rainstrider…what are you doing up? I told you not to wait for me." Staticflame didn't realize how tired he was until he talked with a small slur. A small, deep chuckle rumbles behind him. The medic can't help but sigh. Relaxing in the arms of his Conjunx Endura. "Now now, why would I do that? You should know not to stay up so late, you're a medic after all…!" The bulkier of the two leans down. Resting his chin on his helm. Swaying from side to side. "Come on…you need to recharge." Rainstrider runs his servos over his frame, before gently slipping them under his shoulder plating, massaging the sensitive seams.
A small groan leaves Staticflame, letting him relax from the careful but strong touch. Closing his light blue optics. "But I have to-" "Ahhh!" Rainstrider pulls his servos back, deciding it's a good idea to pick up the mech under his arms. "Rainstr-" Staticflame tries to be quiet, sputtering and wrapping his arms around the soldiers neck. A tired glare is sent up to him, but all Rainstrider does is laugh softly. Cradling his lover with his left arm. "You can do it tomorrow, just get up early. I'll even wake you up!" Rainstrider shakes his helm, pushing the hover chair in and saving Staticflame's progress before turning it off.
"Besides…" His voice gets lower, reaching up and running his thumb under Staticflame's jaw before cupping his cheek. "We can have some time, just the two of us, while we refuel in the morning." Rainstrider smiles softly, deep blue optics softening as his Conjunx relaxes. Not able to argue a case against him…
Besides, it feels warm, and especially comforting being able to relax in his arms. Resting his helm between Rainstrider's neck and helm. Wrapping his arms around the cables.
Staticflame sighs, unable to hide the small smile on his derma. "Alright…if you say so. If you don't wake me up-" An empty threat on an equally tired voice. Listening to Rainstrider's chassis purr with a small rev of his engine, before starting towards their shared habsuite. "Of course, now- rest. You need it, you are a medic…you're important to lots of people. Especially me." Rainstrider coos, brushing his derma over his forehelm. Planting a chaste kiss against him.
As they walk down the quiet hallway, Rainstrider smiles to himself. Tired but content as he carries the light of his life to their habsuite. Pure, unadulterated love emanates from his EM field and stays upfront and center in his optics.
~
It was short but sweet! :]
Yes you can ask them both questions!
Have a great day/night! Stay hydrated! Thanks for reading! <3
Watched the 48 second clip of RoTB: Prime vs. Primal and...
Everything was pretty good. But-
I'm so anxious for Wheeljack in the Rise of the Beasts Transformers movie.
It seems like they are making him the stereotypical nerd, and keeping his EXTREMELY ASS LOOK. (I like his body but his head just needs some work, and get rid of the damn glasses. Give him his original head sculpt please.)
People being introduced to Transformers are going to have this Wheeljack as their direct impression and I wanna rip my hair out because of it.
BECAUSE WHEELJACK DOESN'T ACT LIKE A NERD. HE'S A SMART SCIENTIST, ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT HIS WORK BUT NOT A STEREOTYPE. Acting like a nerd isn't bad- but when you make that the characters only character trait....suddenly, I can't take the character seriously. Like, onfg.
They aren't going to see the Wheeljack I love- (IDW, Prime, G1...)
Goddammit, god-
I'm going to cry. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'M GOING TO BE ANNOYED AT A TRANSFORMERS CHARACTER, WHEELJACK NO LESS. THEY'RE GOING TO BUTCHER HIS CHARACTER. I CAN ALREADY TELL. GODDAMMIT. FUCKKKKKK
I love him so much too. This is going to hurt my soul fr. 🙁
(Not that I'm going to hate on people that like the character. You do you. I just think they could have handled the direction better. At least he's not an Einstein clone lol)
I hope. HOPE. That they don't make him a stereotype. Please Mr. Director. Please. Don't make him one note. Give him layers. 😭
Canary is her name, Heaven’s Outpost is where she resides.
Her first time meeting the purple man.
She’s an Angel Animatronic that’s usually taking care of more quiet kids, or just a quiet place that is more peaceful. Sort of like a break room for both employees and visitors. There is also another animatronic room across from her Outpost for medical assistance. That’s another OC I have.
