No weapons please...

M-My designation is Cerebros... You are welcome on the premises as long a-as you are not armed! H-Have a nice day! Tracking: hoplophobicpacifist // Indie RP Blog for multi-verse Cerebros. Slightly based off relay314's fan art and mun's own head canons. //

[hoplophobicpacifist]

Just read MTMTE # 1

// O.o

Shit gon go down.

And what's this about a coffin?

[stupidteenwhore-deactivated2015]

This week on I swear I’m a roleplayer!:

I’ll probably post more OOC posts than IC posts.

I’ll probably complain about how many drafts I have.

I’ll probably avoid my drafts like the plague.

I’ll post completely irrelevant things to my character because it made me giggle.

Oh look. My friends on. I should probably publicly speak to them so everyone knows that they’re MINE.

GUYS BE PROUD I DID AN ASK. ONE ASK LOOK.

Fuck. I’m lazy. Nope. Not doing a single thing today.

[hoplophobicpacifist]

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[relay314]

Character I’d love to see on the Lost Light - Cerebros!  Photoshop sketch!

[relay314]

Some crap looking color flarfahafbling of my Cerebros fun time obsession, I don’t even know! What would his alt mode be? Probably a nice big stepladder to help you get stuff down from very high placed shelves, I’d like to think! Bah!

[relay314]

More Cerebros doodling. Would be cool if he was in the new comics and was really big and soft spoken and gentle! I love the gentle giants. I don’t really know how the size differs between Max and someone like Rodimus but I took a guess! Outlines reffed from Alex Milne’s concept art! 

[hoplophobicpacifist]

❊ aurum-goldenfemme is hopefully unarmed ❊

[aurriferous-deactivated20171225]

" Uh, hello. I’m Aurum and, no, I’m not armed. So, no worries here," she laughed nervously, rubbing at her helm at the law enforcer before her.

[hoplophobicpacifist]

"Mm. M-Merely a precaution Ma'am. Are you in need of services?"

He was a little taller than Fortress Maximus, which mean he was a really big mech. But he knelt to her level, to make sure she did not strain her neck cables.

[hoplophobicpacifist]

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[longarmprime]

hoplophobicpacifist has entered the office

[longarmprime]

He was surprised when he was helped up by a large servo. Blinking a bit, he looks up. 

"It’s arlight. Its not the first time i fell out of my chair. Are you alright? Should i call a medic for your helm?"

[hoplophobicpacifist]

"N-No! I am f-fine, it happens a lot. D-Deputy Enforcer Cerebros, reporting f-for duty Sir! I-I apologize for disturbing you.."

He leaned back a little, careful not to hurt his helm once more. Being bigger than Fortress Maximus himself, the mech was quite klutzy.

[longarmprime]

hoplophobicpacifist has entered the office

[longarmprime]

When longarm heared the echo he jerks awake. “What?! Who!? AAah!” He yelps as he falls out his chair. “…aghm….i really need to stop falling asleep in my chair..ow.”

[hoplophobicpacifist]

The poor Enforcer clutched his helm, letting out a soft curse that would probably make a Decepticon flush. Rubbing it, he knew a dent would be forming soon. His visor aligned on the fallen mech, and he had to crouch to fit properly. A servo probably as large as Longarm's torso gingerly helped him up, deftly gentle.

"S-Sorry Sir! I-I um.."

[longarmprime]

hoplophobicpacifist has entered the office

Longarm had fallen asleep while reading a datapad. Which was in his servo that was hanging off the the arm rest of the chair.

[hoplophobicpacifist]

Cerebros had been attempting to find someone to be able to take a look at his reports, but it proved futile. While he was moseying around, he managed to stumble upon the sleeping Prime, a little shocked. Oops. Not wanting to disturb him, the giant mech half-squeezed himself from the room. But only managed to slam his helm on the ceiling, resounding in a rather loud echo.

[hoplophobicpacifist]

❊ bigbaddevilmama is hopefully unarmed ❊

:: Deputy Enforcer Cerebros at your service, how may I assist? ::

He was actually on break for once, but it seemed that work did not halt for the relaxed. Trying not to sound bored or irritated, his smooth and deep tenor rumbled across the comm systems. He was here to help, not to make the others mad.

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[ardcth-deactivated20160515]

Tutankhamen stopped a few feet away from the mech, "Who are you and what are you doing in my Sire's territory? You aren't a grave robber... are you?" Of course, Tut had forgotten that a grave robber wouldn't just say that they were one. They'd lie. Then again, Tut was still drowsy and unable to comprehend much of what was going on. 

He just wanted to recharge.

[hoplophobicpacifist]

" My designation is Cerebros, Deputy Enforcer. I was exploring this location for further DJD activity, but nothing has come up. Thus being said, I shall remove myself and return to Cybertron. Command is not aware that Earth territories belong to Cybertronians, but they shall know now. What is his designation, place of origin, age, height, vocal range, alliance, family, and stature?"

The large mech took out a data pad and looked at Tut expectantly.

[ardcth-deactivated20160515]

Standing at roughly forty-five feet and six inches tall, Tutankhamen nearly blended in with the colossi that stood over the Egyptian sands. The only way you could differentiate between Tut and the colossi was that they were made of sandstone while Tutankhamen was twenty-nine tons of colorful metal alloy and sand colored scales. Locals no longer cared anymore when they spotted Tut, but tourists from America or Europe tended to scream and run for cover. A small caravan was passing by his pedes, waving to him as he walked on. 

He had his bow and arrows strapped onto his back, just in case the newcomer was not very... friendly. As he trudged onward he could see a silhouette near a colossus that resembled King Ramesses The Great, seeming to be resting. Tutankhamen huffed, doubling his speed while trying to blend in with the sand and rocks he was now jogging along.  

[hoplophobicpacifist]

He huffed a little cool air out, wondering why he picked the desert as a place to be instead of some wooded or tropical area. The sun was rather relentless on his back, but he was able to ignore it. Sipping down the last of his energon ration, his battle mask slid forward to cover his face plating. A necessary precaution for the battle field, in case conflict arose.

Standing now to his full height, the other probably only reached his middle or so. Or even lower than that. He was bigger than his mentor, and that certainly counted for something. Spotting something shifting, he hoped it was a mirage. And merely continued walking, lithe frame carrying him over the sand dunes easily.

[hoplophobicpacifist]

❊ aurum-goldenfemme is hopefully unarmed ❊

:: Deputy Enforcer Cerebros. May I assist you? ::

Another ping to his com, right in the middle of work. Primus was just messing with him now. He grumbled to himself, and hopefully the patron did not hear it. He was here to serve, not to grumble.

[hoplophobicpacifist]

❊ strike-and-enforce is hopefully unarmed ❊

The enforcer-in-training started a little, and then pulled away from his work. Being in Iaacon after so long had made him a little jumpy, but he was somewhat glad to be home. Well, everything glad except for having more work than he left. Figures. He tries to go in his mentor's path, and just gets stuck with a desk job.

He gingerly answered his comm, sighing inwardly.

:: Deputy Enforcer Cerebros, at your service. How may I assist? ::