Mature content warning. {?}
Valda
Experimental character.
OFFLINE
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iD; ∀
Designation; Valda
Alias;
Title;
Age; 201,386 vorns (equivalent of around 20 human years)
Gender; Femme
Size; Approximately 6.
Set; Space Beluga pelt, Fan/Hands mask, Default antlers. Wears flowers when covered in flora.
Voice; GlaDos / Meg & Dia, #EEDC82
Scent;
Faith to/Faction; Lost faith in both sides. Lost ties with the Decepticons a very long time ago.
Likes;
Dislikes; Ion cannons.
'Broken'.
Covered in various flora, specifically daffodils and moss. Soft spot for organic life.
Quiet. Still. Slightly off. Hot-headed, stubborn. Lacks experience. Socially awkward; can feel this way one minute and that way the next. Low self-esteem, easily influenced by others.
Suffers from short-term memory loss and slightly from Dementia. Will often forget where she is, who others are, ect. Will often occur if she's emotionally or mentally damaged enough. Must have suffered some brain damage from being in stasis for some time, that or she's suffering from another thing in the forest that is impairing her senses. Will only remember things if she detects false information or certain words.
Is a Transformer/Cybertronian; of Decepticon origin, specifically constructicon, hence gold-yellow optics. Deer alt mode; isn't capable of transforming into her Cybertronian form due to flora. Can, however, semi-transform, leaving her with a 'face' like the many other mythical deer in the forest... but leaves her like a faun; half Cybertronian, half alt.
Four toes per hoof; one dewclaw per 'wrist'.
Flora has taken root in her voice box, causing it to alter her voice. It'll change often, with different tones.
ACTS LIKE DORY. SHE'S SUCH A DORY.
DORYDORYDORY.
History;
no
| Relashionships
Starscream; Dumbass. Will avoid at all costs, tease and insult. Hasn't seen in a while...misses?
Hälla; "The Small Squishie" - Great curiosity toward. Unsure of her intentions.
Name; Status
Name; Status
Name; Status
Art
Me; ∀∀∀∀
Name; ∀
Name; ∀
Name; ∀
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| Fighters Chart Not the best. 'Ex-decepticon', according to SS.
Strength; XXXXX
Speed; XXXXX
Reflexes; XXXXX
Endurance; XXXXX
Experience; XXXXX
Will; XXXXX
Firepower; XXXXX
Stealth; XXXXX
Not very strong, experienced, or willed to fight. Completely lacks the skill of 'firepower'; doesn't carry any 'guns', nor can she 'make her arm into' one.
Moderately fast, can run/sprint for long distances.
High stealth; only manages to stalk others in shadows or at night. Completely visible in broad daylight due to her dark coloring against lighter environments. Will often sleep during the day, much more active at night. Almost nocturnal.
Can and will use teeth, hooves and antlers (?) in battle... if you manage to tick her off that much.
Some medical knowledge/experience. Just some.
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Valda is always IC. I'll rarely play her in OOC.
Gimme yer interactions.
I lurves mah interactions.
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OOOOOOOW. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOW.
OOOOOOOOOOOOW.
OOOW.
OW.
Ow.
ow.
ow.
why did I post this.
track :>
Umm... don't you mean Flora
Anyway, have a track.
LET ME LOVE YOU OK. *SQUEEZES
*SQUEEZES THE SPARK OUT OF YOU*
/tracking of course/
@Eaff: Thank you c: @Apoidea:
@Apoidea: ...maybe /goestochange Thanks for pointing that out. I always get them mixed up. x3
@Imperial: NO GO AWAY /squeezed
NO YOU WILL LOVE ME FOR THE
/SQUEEZE/
lol oh god i am so excitedddddd.
alfjaskldfjklasdfjklsdjfklajl
bro you're desperate /more
bro you're desperate/more squeezed
HURRY UP BECAUSE THERE ARE FLIPPIN FAWNS NEAR ME.
THEY ARE NOISY AND WON'T GO AWAY.
I'M SCARED.
@Jinxy:
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STARSCREAM YOUR TRACKING
FINALLY FOUND YOU JFC.
JERSEY FRIED CHICKEN /shot
/THROWS A RP AT/ "By the
"By the All-Spark... It cannot be..." As he approaches the ever so still creature, his optics narrowing as he taps his chin, moving around the immobile creature, taking in the form and shape of every metal plate. He reached out to touch the backside, dragging a long finger across it before he cut away some of the vines and began to remove the Earth that had began to claim it as its own. Standing in front of it now, he places his hands behind his back, his voice clear.
"I don't suppose you're an Autobot. Or a Deceptacon. I don't see the mark on you. No matter, I cannot allow you to remain here for I fear you might snuff out my spark either way." He moves around the being again, stopping in front of it as he reaches out a finger, dangerously close to the optic of the other, a smug grin on his face. Oh he couldn't remember the last time he did this. "I'm sorry, but do give my regards to the others who have fallen before me."
NONONONO NOPLS SS
ghghghgh why am I giggling
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The 'figure' held her breath. She couldn't move at all. She's a sitting duck. And with each moment the other tempted her, teased her, threatened to obliterate her, she found herself hotblooded and enraged. How dare this insignificant piece of scrap, which appeared to be weakened due to the many cuts and scratches that covered him, challenge her? They seemed equally matched, but then she held herself back; no. No, she couldn't. He had much more firepower; she couldn't even transform. Mark? What was he talking about? She hadn't heard of any 'marks', nor could she recollect what they meant.
"P-Please, don't..." she managed to say. She didn't want to die again.
I'M LISTENING TO HIGH PITCHED
/gigglefest/
The finger that reached so close to her bright optic held its place, hovering before her. The grim grin on the face of the other widened as he moved his finger to trace under her chin and lift it slightly up. "Ah, so it can talk. How reassuring. Tell me, piece of scrap, what side?" He asked as he leaned in closer, mocking her with his red optics, almost seducing the other to bend to his commands and tell him /everything/ he wanted to know.
Although he was a coward, he could be intimidating when needed.
okay okay uyrjdsklf;mdskofmsj
okay
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k i'm done i really just needed to uh
smash my keyboard
and kinda
picture starscream's face on it
/shot
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She flinched, quickly closing the optic in which the finger was so close to. It was like he was going to pop it like a balloon with a pencil. She wanted to scream when he made her look up. She wanted to him to go away, to go away and leave her alone. "What do you mean by 'side'?" she asked. She couldn't remember anything. All that she knew was that her name was Valda, and that this thing, this evil-looking mech, was going to kill her, one way or the other.
LOL /WHEEZE POOR STARSCREAM.
POOR STARSCREAM. I just remembered when StarScream scratched up KnockOut's face and he was SCREAMING NOT THE FACE NO. /WHEEEEEEEZE/
The other grit his teeth in annoyance, more questions! He should have known. He took his hand back and rested a finger on the symbol of the Deceptacons with the scar cleaving it in half. "This is a Deceptacon. I am a Deceptacon. I take it your memories got wiped." He rests his hand behind his back with the other and moves around the other, thinking before speaking. "You're either a Deceptacon or an Autobot. But you could be a rouge, meaning an Ex-Deceptacon or Ex-Autobot... Hmm."
Starscream merely smiled. Oh this was interesting, maybe he could make this one bow before him and she could prove useful as a scout, gathering information and the such.
I remember when Starscream
SS.
wat r u doin.
SS.
STAHP.
YER SCARIN MEH.
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She followed his finger and watched it lay on a symbol that appeared to be divided into two separate halves. The femme cocked her head slightly to the right. "Why does that look familiar?" she asked. She couldn't help asking all the questions. "What does an Autobot's mark look like?" She slowly began to recollect her sharpness, her wits. The vague memories slowly began to link back together... very slowly, ever so slowly.
Oh, how deeply she loathed this mech.
IS IT BAD I LAUGHED AT THE
He clenched his hands into fists, but relaxed them as he knelt down and began to draw an exact replica upside down, facing the other. "I'm no artist, but this is what it looks like." He stood, admiring his work before he stood with both hands behind his back again, his optics narrowed. So many questions, he should have just snuffed out her spark when he had the chance, but no, he was more interested in this... /show/.
NOT AT ALL BRO. game crashed
game crashed again. :c
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"That's looks... that seems vaguely familiar as well," she said, arching her increasingly long neck in order to peer down at the 'mark' drawn in the earth. What was so familiar about this symbol? It filled her with a feeling of disgust. Never mind that, she thought. "What is your name? What are your intentions?" she said. Now she was really afraid of what he was going to say, what he was going to do.
WOAH double post...
The other narrowed his
"Perhaps you would like to be free of those... Plants, yes? If you swear on your Spark not to attack me if I do such a generous thing." He said with a small smile, not entirely real, but not fake either. He was a machine of his word, although he back stabbed more times than he had counted.
The femme flinched at his
"I suppose so, even though I've become quite fond of this flora and how it prevents me to live. And, I suppose I do solemnly swear on my Spark." she said. In truth, she wanted to send a slap to his face with the back of her hand, rip him into pieces of scrap metal, and laugh at his misfortune.
He smirked at the way she
"You should be... Free... To move now." He said calmly as he stood there, watching her, waiting.
The femme felt small when
When all of the flora had been severed from the earth, she gingerly stood up. She felt as if she had been asleep for eons. Nevertheless, she stood there on very long legs, metal plates shining in the little sunlight that the trees had given way to. "I give you my thanks," she said. She shook off the remaining flora that clung to her before turning 'round and heading away from the mech.
He suppressed a smile as she
"And your thanks I will gladly take! I wonder how long you're survive without the knowledge of your kind. Oh I could provide you with /so/ many answers. I know you'll come seeking me in the future." He gripped his fingers and did a small bow. "And know I will be waiting."
Never had she seen anything
/tooshort
hell naw. you're crazy. OH
you're crazy.
OH WELL THAT WAS SOME RP /run away
@Jinxy:
What kind of RP post is that?
WHAT KIND OF RP POST IS THAT?
TELL ME.
HMMM.
WHAT KIND OF RP POST IT THAT?!
WHAT KIND?!
but but but :c fine. are you
are you still up for an rp over email, or should I redo this one?
you could do redo it :>
I have a strong feeling that
Pretty biooo I wish I could do stuff like that BUT I FAIL.
Also now is her chance to inflict pain on him since he's kind of in dire need to a medic. c8<
/shot
...RIGHT WHEN I GET ONLINE.
And you shouldn't give out ideas like that... ahurr...
BUT SHE'S TOO MUCH OF A WIMP TO INFLICT PAIN ON HIM. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HURT HIM. :C
plus she's sleeping right now. c8
dlkafjsdf I can give out
And I'm not quite 'online' yet, but. Yes. ALSO I ADDED YOU to MSN, if you have that?
IDK BUT I ADDED ONE OF YOUR EMAILS.
I KNOW YOU DID. YOUR USER ON
YOUR USER ON THERE SOUNDS LIKE IT SHOULD BE ON PESTERCHUM IN HOMESTUCK OR SOMETHING
i really need to go search up Transformer anatomy.. i don't know jack shit about them LOL
I KNOW YOU'RE AFK but what
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The grey doe moved quickly, having thoroughly raked the overgrowth and searching for signs of what Starscream had said. Metal and shiny. Easy enough. She trotted along, her eyes giving everything a long glimpse until she finally found what she was looking for. Bolting up to the creature, Halla slid to a stop a few feet away. Normally, she would have hesitated to take a moment and savor the exotic features. To try and enlighten herself via staring. Not today though. Or, at least, not right now. "You," she said quickly. "I need you to come with me, even if you can't help."
OKAY I'm just going to reply
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The femme had been sitting there for quite some time; the small, flying 'squishes' landed on her repeatedly. She shook herself each time one managed to pick at her plating, if it managed to survive her rolling all over the place. She was covered in earth and grass. She didn't even notice the small squishie approach her, save the flora and dust that it stirred.
When she was spoken to, she gave the small one a strange look; she hadn't been spoken to anybody, except him, since she'd first been sent to this place. She was quite shy of these things, yet quite fond and had developed a liking to them. "I suppose I should," she said, unraveling her legs from the criss-crossed position, the position she liked them in. She stood and her neck elongated, and she stretched. "Where to?"
WOO __ Hälla couldn't help
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Hälla couldn't help the smile of triumph that creased her features. Good, it cooperated at least. She added that to her mental list, silently observing the robotic features of the larger female. Hm. Taking a breath, she nodded thankfully and turned to begin moving away. "I don't know how fond you'll be of the destination, so you'll have to wait and see," she stated bluntly, her small shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. The doe gestured with her head. "This way."
WOO
INDEED.
AND.
QUITE.
JUST QUITE.
QUITEQUITEQUITE.
/doctormodeGO
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"Alright," she said. She didn't really care where she was going, as long as it wasn't near or involved Starscream. She'd developed a deep hatred for him. The femme followed the direction of where the small squishie had pointed; it pointed to the Pond. Hadn't she picked up a life signal from there earlier? She didn't care. She was bored and was longing for something to happen.
...LOOOL __ The doe
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The doe practically bolted to the pond afterwards, casting impatient glances over her shoulder for the other femme. Finally, when the cool blue waters were in sight she slowed, trotting to where Starscream sat. She had the slightest feeling the creature would hesitate, so she did her best to seclude who she was leading Valda to with her tiny body, ineptly shielding the others vision. "He needs help. Badly. I can't do anything about it. I thought... maybe you could."
I might poof soon because I'm
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The femme stopped a couple feet from where Starscream sat. Him again? He appeared as if he hadn't been doing good, hadn't been taken care of himself. From what she could see, he was covered in scratches, dents, and was leaking Energon all over the place. Why should I help him? she thought before the memory came from last night; he had freed her, after all; an eye for an eye, even if that sort of metaphor didn't apply in this situation.
"Why should I help him?" she asked nonetheless. She felt like she could easily kill him; and she could. Oh yes, she could. She could sit there all day and do nothing and watch Starscream fade away. And then she could just attempt to break him in two; that would definetely do something. Oh well, she thought yet again. If somebody asked me to help him, I guess that I should help.
No problemo!
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The doe stared at Valda in exasperation, her brow narrowed slightly. Still, she managed to mind herself and straighten up, expression turning pleading. "I was there," Hälla said. "He could have killed you, but he didn't. In fact, you'd still be counting your breaths out of boredom, laying with the daisies if it wasn't for him," she wasn't entirely sure if their kind even breathed but nevertheless backed up her words with a firm gaze. "Please, just help him. Then you can hate him or... or give him rude glances, whatever, just please."
8D
Snail needs to like
jump into this RP in 1 sec or I'm going to smack her >:C
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The femme looked at the small squishie's pleading gaze. She felt a pang of sympathy for her; sure, she cared alot about SS, but Valda didn't give a frag. She shrugged off those thoughts and feelings and pushed differences aside. "I'll see what I can do..." she said in a low tone. She wasn't really willing to approach him. Not like this. She gingerly approached him, then transformed the upper half of her body into her Cybertronian form, so that she looked like one of the few fauns that romped around in the Forest. She slowly knelt down to him under the shade of the willow tree. "Hi."
I passed the message on
Excuse my lame post but here we go.
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The doe gave another triumphant gaze and began to flutter around in their shadows, watching with keen interest, no longer leaning on the fact that she wasn't here to investigate. She'd done her part, she'd brought Valda over. Now she could do as she pleased. And that, of course, consisted of a mass amount of staring.
NO NO NO DON'T TOUCH
The other machine simply looked up at her, red optics furrowed as he growled at her, and the pain that blossomed along his body. "Greetings... We meet again. But not in the... Circumstances I wished." He said, watching her transform. That was it? That hardly did anything to change his mind on what she was to him. He grinned somewhat.
"I apologize for... Ruining... Your naps with such... Emergency." He purred as he shifted slightly, a hand on the ground to support himself as he drew in a leg, which jerked due to having trouble controlling it. "Since you are of the same biology I assumed you might know a bit about the, eh, Bipedalism Cord. Yes?"
-POKEPRODPOKEPROD- -- "I
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"I can see that," she said as he spoke the words 'not in the circumstances I wished'. "I like you when you're like this. You don't look so scary anymore." she teased, a small smirk snaking it's way onto her face.
"The naps? No problem at all, mister," Valda said. She watched with a confuzzled expression plastered on her face as his leg jerked uncontrollably. Why'd he do that? "The... Bipedalism cord? I know some." she said.
He growled at her statement,
OH URMMMM UH HOW SHOULD
UH
HOW SHOULD I-
..
/ded
ermmhmhmhm /throws ideas out into the blue
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The femme's ears pinned back flatly against her cranial lobe when she came face-to-cannon. "I..I can see that..." she stammered quietly in fear. She hastily began to examine his wound upon his hip. She didn't want any trouble as much as he didn't. She hesitated when he mentioned somebody else. "Who's that?" she asked, taking a quick glance at him before returning to his wounds. "Okay. Your wound is split open, appears to be leaking Energon all over the place, and I have no idea how to heal it." she said; she wasn't being sarcastic, or making sarcastic remarks; she really didn't know how to treat these many wounds that covered his body.
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OH YEAH. I USED CRANIAL LOBE. AHAHAHA. /swellswithsomuchpride
He grit his teeth at the
"Ngh. Very well. Thank you anyway. You're... Free to go since I know you hate me." He simply said as he winced, moving to stand, struggling, but managing to stay upright.
"Hold on. I think I had
The decepticon looked at the
"Alright," she said, before
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SHORT BECAUSE SCREW YOUR PARENTAL CONTROLS