transformers RID/prime (semi FFA)

[herbalwolf]

Strongarm's spark lurched, and she quickly scooped Tamashi up into her arms, racing to the med-bay. "Fixit! Knockout!" She called, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Tamashi's hurt! Bad!"

( Yes, don't call for Aveen, the Autobot Medic... xD )



Aveen

She screeched to a stop as she heard something falling. She turned around and drove to the direction of the noise.
"If anyone's hurt, sound out!"

[anony moose]

{{ I'm so sorry I forgot about her! ;o; }}


Strongarm gasped as she was knocked back, gritting her denta and grunting as she attempted to hold off the ravenous femme. Tamashi's teeth glinted, dangerously close to her chest now. This was her friend, someone she didn't want to hurt. She felt panic bubbling up in her spark and struggled to smother the feeling. "H.. help!"

name: Decibel
nickname: Bel
gender: Femme
age group: she's the equivalent of a teenager
faction: Currently neutral
job/rank: She takes odd jobs. (Scout later on)
specialty: Sound-based attacks, tricks with her speakers (similar to Jazz).
personality: Adaptable and altruistic. She's definitely a people person, and gets depressed if she goes too long without socializing. Typically a go-with-the-flow type person, and tries to stay optimistic about everything. This can lead some people to believe that she's insensitive, making jokes in serious situations and keeping positive when things are sad, but the only reason she truly does this is so she doesn't have to face her emotions; she doesn't handle sadness well, and prefers the "ignorance is bliss" approach to life.

alt mode: A GT500 Shelby Cobra, with carbon black paint and violet lights, and a heavily modded sound system.
bot mode: About the same size as your average mech (AKA Smokescreen's size). She's thickly built, with most of her bulk located around her hips and calves. She follows the same color scheme as her vehicle mode; carbon black with violet lights and silver highlights. A lot of her speakers are clearly visible in her bot mode.
weapons: She uses regular blasters when needed, but she's better with hand-to-hand things.

sexuality: Pansexual, leans more towards other femmes.
crush: Open!
conjunx endura: None at the moment.
amica endura: None at the moment.
family: Nope, not that she knows of.

other: Fond of playing loud music, specifically songs with a lot of bass and synth sounds. She's definitely a night life person, and you can almost always find her at some crazy underground party or race late at night.

[Neon sparks]

(accepted)

[Kia_Bee]

"Spark...mine!" Tamashi growled, trying to get at Strong Arm's spark. (Strong Arm needs to snap her out of it by making her remember.)

[anony moose]

{{ Thank you so much! uvu Is there anyone open for Decibel? }}


Strongarm lifted her legs, using them both to kick Tamashi off and send her skidding across the clearing. She stood up, venting heavily and shaking a little. "This isn't you! You have to wake up!" She slowly raised her weapon, steeling herself once more. "Don't make me use this."

[Kia_Bee]

Tamashi hissed at her before her gaze softened. "Str...Strong...Arm?" She asked. (I have Miko)

[anony moose]

{{ Sure! ovo Where is she? }}


Strongarm watched her carefully, keeping her weapon gripped tight but slowly lowering it. "Is that.. you?"

[Kia_Bee]

(At the base...playing her guitar)
Tamashi grabbed her helm, growling in pain. "I can't control it! It's like he's controlling me again!" She cried.

[anony moose]

"Aveen, we need you!" Strongarm put her weapon away, hurrying over to Tamashi and gently placing her servos on either side of her friend's face. "You're going to be fine Tamashi, you can fight this."

Decibel rolled back in to the base, transforming and landing on her side as if she were posing, probably unaware of all the chaos that had just went down with the two fauns. She looked up at Miko, seated a few feet away. "Hey Tiny, did I miss anything?"

[Kia_Bee]

"Nah." Miko replied. "Just the motorcycle race."

"Stay away!" Tamashi yelled, backing away from her. Strong Arm could see fear in her eyes, not because of her losing control, but because she could hurt someone.