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[ Player Name ] : Gnome
[ Personal LJ ] : mechanagnome
[ Age ] : 22
[ Timezone ] : US Central
[ Other Characters ] : None
[ Character's Name ] : Rattrap
[ Character's Age ] : He's not telling, but definitely old enough to know better. Likely upwards of 100 years.
[ Series ] : Beast Wars
[ Canon Point ] : As Earth's artificial moon explodes, releasing a ( Read more... ) -
STATS POST LOL
Name: Rattrap
Race: Cybertronian (Maximal)
Age: ~300 and some change.
Birthday: Whenever he feels like it! 8D
Profession: Sharpshooter/Sniper, spy, theif, mechanic, and general jack of all trades.
Hair: None
Eyes: Red
Skin: Metal
Height: 5 ft
Weight: ~200lbs, give or take
Apperance: ( ”Picutres!” ) -
Gonna Get Me Some Dinolovin
[[ Continued from here ]]Rattrap squeals as Dinobot's opticlasers blast through the door, his optics going wide. Moments later, the door goes flying and Dinobot's barreling into the house, all growls and toothy grins. It kicks Rattrap's fans to life and he cycles air heavily through his vents, anticipation flooding his circuits with energy. His ( Read more... ) -
[Private Video]
[The video begins with the image of a sharp blue face, its crimson optics dark and the edges softened with recharge. A soft sigh is heard in the background, then Rattrap's hand creeps into view, gently stroking the sleeper's jaw.]
Man, would'ya look at dat... [His voice is soft and laced with open affection.] Handsome, ain't he? Just 'bout da ( Read more... ) -
Permissions Post
CHARACTER NAME: Rattrap
CHARACTER SERIES: Beast Wars/Machines
[OOC]
This is the permissions list for OOC (out of character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired.
Threadhopping: With warning is nice, so we can coordinate a rotation, but not nessacary.
Fourthwalling: Tear it ( Read more... ) -
Don't Tell Me If I'm Dying
The train's windows rattle as it barrels down the tracks, its lone occupant carelessly slumped in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. Though his optics are shuttered, a sliver of dim light gleams along the bottom of his optical covers. There was something in the car with him, nothing more than a strange energy reading on his sensors, but it ( Read more... )