Introduction
Log Date Since Crash: Solar Cycle 245
Format: Footage from optical cameras
Time: 04:26
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Upon the video loading, the frame depicted is a small mech in front of a reflective surface, a mirror, his visage staring straight back at himself and the camera recording them, a subtly blinking red light on the high point of his cheek near the curve of his eye.
He seemed gaunt. Paint flecking off and vibrancy bleaching out, only faintly cerulean and what was a deeper purple, optical sensors dim and dilated slightly further than considered typical, scratches and scuff marks littering his worn metal plating.
An insignia is placed on his chassis, but it’s so worn that the coloration has faded and the details are difficult to decipher. However, it does not appear to be of Decepticon faction origin.
In the background, he is within an old, confined space with broken and rotting wooden boards, mold on the ceiling above them, room dim with a flickering bulb in a dying flashlight.
“This is Log 245. I… believe I’d like to start over. After everything.” Their voice is quiet, just as thin and worn as their body. It cracked, closer to static than what would be expected from a functioning vocalizer. Their voice box was likely damaged.
“My designation is Revet. I… don’t know who I am, or who I was. I barely hold any record of the cell I fought to escape. I don’t know why I was there.”
“I crashed onto a foreign planet with organic wildlife. No living metal in sight. The natives are miniature in size, but surprisingly stout. I believe they named the planet they inhabit ‘Earth’.”
“I have chevrons indicating a rank, but I have no memory of what war I was fighting previously.” Their servo raised up to where the chevrons were faded on their shoulder plating, fingertips brushing it before lowering back to their side.
The camera flickered briefly before resuming the recording after the interruption.
“I have no way home, wherever home is placed in the galaxy. I have not seen another in my likeness either, and I worry that I may truly be solitary here. It… doesn’t help with recovering answers on my state.”
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A downturn of his lips crossed his expression, as well as the furrowing of his optic ridges.
“I will send this out and hope someone finds it and can help. I… I really need it.”
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Hey, mod here :)
Welcome to my RP blog
This is my Transformers OC, Revet, and he goes by he/him
I got his name by combining “Rev it” and just changing the i to an e, and sort of went “Well, if the shoe fits…”
I would say his mental age would be somewhere to the equivalent of late 20s—early 30s
I will post an appearance and reblog it to this post once I am able
Note that when he sent the video, it was posted onto Tumblr. This account is basically like an amnesiac Transformer gets a Tumblr by accident and uses it to try and get home or at least get answers
I, the mod, am Airo, and I also go by he/him, and my main account is @gubbuhdoo.
I’d like to set a few rules here before I end the introduction:
— I’d like to stray away from blatant sexual topics, but anything merely suggestive is fine.
— While mean asks are fine, keep in mind that this is a character and there is a moderator reading this. I am a living human being, emotional state equivalent to the feeling of being constipated, so I can be fairly sensitive to some topics. Please be careful what you ask, I would appreciate it if I am informed first before I am asked such.
— I will not engage asks with any violence or plot points unless I have given permission for them.
— Do not make fun of the topics disrespectfully. While I do appreciate jokes, there are exceptions that will not be tolerated. Suicide is not fun, nor is amnesia or psychosis, or other sensitive topics of the like that will be mentioned and described. I recommend you block my blog if you cannot adhere to this.
— One thing I’d like to ask a favor of all of you: Bugs. Do NOT. Send me. Bugs. Ever. I cannot stand looking at them because of a genuine phobia of them. I struggle typing the word and names of them because it pops up as emojis in my autocorrect options. I will let it be known that I will struggle worse upon seeing one. Please. Do not. Send them. And don’t send clusters of holes either. I will demand payment of my medical bills otherwise.
— Please keep in mind that I have not watched or read every bit of Transformers media, nor do I have a set continuity for Revet. I will also have multiple points where I fumble with things like important names, locations, and measurements of time and mechanical properties. I am not an expert. I am just doing as we say: “Fuck it, we ball”.
— I do allow character interactions :)
And that is all that I would like to say for my boundaries. My apologies for the seriousness, but it must be done in order to have whimsy :)
Thank you everyone for reading, and I hope you enjoy my little guy :D
*Tag Deciphering:
revet revs — General posts
the reaver — Plot-relevant lore drops
anon tomfoolery — Non-plot or story-relevant posts, it will not be remembered/acknowledged
creature conundrums — Revet’s misadventures with Earth’s wild world
When you send an ask, the roleplay will not be changed unless it has plot relevance
So, you may interact with him, you can throw cheese at our Revet in the fourth dimension, but Revet in the roleplay will be unaffected
Character interactions are allowed and may or may not have relevance to his story arc, so some things will be canon and some won’t be
Whether or not it’s canon will be determined by the lore tag, so if you see it, it’s canon, and vice versa
Have fun :)
*Is subject to change and amendments.
