{ ᴮ ᴸ ᴼ ᴼ ᴰ ᴸ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ } ⁻⁻ [ x ]

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                                                              ᴛʜᴇʏ
                                                      ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇ 
                                              ᴏɴ 
                                     ᴛʜɪs 
                         ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ 
               ᴏɴʟʏ 
                         ᴛᴏ 
                                  ωɪᴛɴᴇss 
                                                 ɪᴛs 
                                                           ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ   
                                                                                                 
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Over the years, many theories sprung up about the[ c r e a t i o n ] of our planet. Many insisted that God [ m o l d e d ] it with his own two hands. Many contradicted that with logic--that Earth was [ f o r m e d ] in the clashing of meteors in space or the like. Nobody
[ c o n s i d e r e d ] that is was the [ m i s t a k e ] of an extraterrestrial race. Nobody thought that the Earth [ n e v e r ] should have existed. The truth lies in the hands of this race, however  [ u n d e f e a t a b l e ] it may be. This [ i n c o r r u p t a b l e ] force has escaped our notice until now.
And now, people are considering how the world will [ e n d. ]

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ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs.
ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs, ᴀᴜᴛᴏɴᴏᴍᴏᴜs ʀᴏʙᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪsᴍs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ's sᴏʟᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴs. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ωᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴛʀᴏɴ's ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ, sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴏғ ᴜs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ωɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ. ωᴇ'ᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs ωɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴғʟɪᴄᴛ ── ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴs. ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴜs ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴀɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀ, ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴛᴇʀʀᴇsᴛʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴇᴛωᴏʀᴋ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏᴇs. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ sᴇᴇ ᴜs ᴀɴʏωʜᴇʀᴇ ─ ᴀɴʏ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴠᴇʜɪᴄʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴜs ─ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ωᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ ᴜs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ωᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍs ─ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴘᴏωᴇʀғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴛᴀᴋᴇ. ωᴇ'ᴠᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ʀᴏᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ωᴏʀʟᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇs, ɪᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪғ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ωɪᴛɴɪssᴇs ᴜs ᴀs ωᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ ─ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss, ғᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ʙᴇɪɴɢs. ɴᴏω ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ɪs ᴀᴛ ʀɪsᴋ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴɴɪʜɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ─ ωʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ωᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀʜ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴀʟʟᴏω ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴜs ᴘʜᴏsᴘʜᴏʀ,ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛs. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ωᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴇ ─ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛs ɪɴ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ, ɪɴ ωʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟᴛɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ. ωɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴᴅ? ᴏʀ ωɪʟʟ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ─ ᴏᴜʀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ᴅɪᴇ ᴏғғ ɪɴ sʏɴᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ωᴀɢɪɴɢ ғᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ωᴀʀғᴀʀᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ωᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇs ɪɴ ɪᴛs ωᴀᴋᴇ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ.
ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ωɪsᴇʟʏ.
ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴜs
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 ʜᴇʏ. 
 ωᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ʙᴇᴅᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏω ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀs ғɪᴄᴛᴜᴏᴜs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ωɪʟʟ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏɴᴇ ωʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ɪᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴜs' ᴍᴏɴᴏᴛᴏɴᴏᴜs sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀᴅᴀʏᴀᴅᴀʏᴀᴅᴀ ─ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴜᴛsʜᴇʟʟ. ωʜᴇɴ ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴛʀᴏɴ ʜᴀᴅ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ, ɪᴛ ωᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇxᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ, ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴜʟʟᴄʀ@ᴘ. ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ, ωʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛs ωᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ωᴀs ᴀ ωᴀʀ ғᴏʀ ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴛʀᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀᴜᴛᴏɴᴏᴍᴏᴜs ʀᴏʙᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪsᴍs (ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍᴇʀs) ωᴇʀᴇ sᴘʟɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄɪᴠɪʟ ωᴀʀ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɢᴍᴜs. ʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ωɪᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʀᴀᴄᴇ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀs. ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴜs ᴘʜᴏsᴘʜᴏʀ ғᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏᴜs ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ωᴀs ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɢᴍᴜs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴀʟʟʏ's ʟɪᴠᴇs. ωɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇɴᴄᴀsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀss ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴғɪɴᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴜs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ωᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ. ʜᴏωᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛᴏɴᴏᴍᴏᴜs ʀᴏʙᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪsᴍs ωᴇʀᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀɢᴍᴜs ωᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀωᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ωᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪsᴍs ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀss, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ωᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟɪɢɴ ωɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏʟᴀʀ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛᴏɴᴏᴍᴏᴜs ʀᴏʙᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪsᴍ's ʀᴀᴄᴇ ωᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ sᴘʟɪᴛ, ɴᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏωɴ sᴇᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ sɪᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴs. ᴛʜᴇ ωᴀᴛᴄʜғᴜʟ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴍᴏsᴘʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ғᴇω ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴs sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴜs ᴘʜᴏsᴘʜᴏʀ sᴇɴᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛs ᴅᴏωɴ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀs ωᴇʟʟ ᴀs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ. ʜᴏωᴇᴠᴇʀ, ғᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴs. ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɢᴍᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜʀɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ωᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ωᴏʀʟᴅ ωᴀʀ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀɢᴍᴜs ᴀωᴀᴋᴇɴs──ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪs ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ. sᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ? ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴs─ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴏᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴏ ─ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ωᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇsᴜʀʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ɢʟᴏʙᴀʟ ωᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴀsᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴs ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ɢʀᴏω ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴍᴀɢᴍᴜs ωᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏω ʜᴏω, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴏғ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏω ʜᴏω ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏω ʜᴏω ʟᴏɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ωᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ғʀᴇᴇ, ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴇɢɪᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴏᴍʙ. ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅᴏᴍ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴇ ─ ɪs ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴏʀ ʏᴀ?
sᴛᴀʏ ᴄᴏᴏʟ. 
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{xx} ─ P A G E  O N E

{xx} ─ P A G E  T W O

{xx} ─ P A G E  T H R E E

{xx} ─ P A G E  F O U R

{xx} ─ P A G E  F I V E

{xx} ─ P A G E  S I X

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{xx} ─ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ
These are the general rules, like don't god-mod, don't power play, yadayadayada. You've heard them all in every other roleplay you've joined, so just don't do that, please. Don't control other's characters, don't make your character the one that always gets hurt, I don't want to see it! Trust me, I'm no perfect roleplayer and before I realized what I was doing, I did it too. It's no fun, it just irritates people so again, avoid doing it.

{xx} ─  ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴄʏ
Now I don't want to be that mean role at lady that wouldn't accept your form, but this is a serious roleplay. It's extremely literate and if you can't handle it, I'd recommend you not to join. If you're younger than 12, I'd recommend you not to join. Of course, it's only a recommendation. If you think you make the cut, go for it! I just can't guarantee your acceptance. Anyway, when I say this is a 'literate roleplay', I mean that I want at least 2-3 sentences in each post. Also, spell out your words! If you're going to 'tlk lyk dis' for the entire roleplay, I'm going to say something. Also try to keep your spelling in check. It's okay if like, one word is misspelled but anymore? This roleplay is professional, lets keep it that way.

{xx} ─ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀɪᴛʏ
Ahh, here we go. Maturity sort of tags along with the other rules such as — if I reject your joining form or tell you to modify it, be mature about it. You may fix it and send it in again, but if you freak out and such, I will ban you from this roleplay. Also, it's ok to goof off in roleplay, but don't do it too much, okay?

{xx} ─ ᴘɢ─١૩
Ok, here's another— I really don't want to hear the gruesome details about how your charries guts spilled all over the pavement. With action, try to dull the details a bit if it becomes too much. And then our next genre- Romance. This being a Transformers roleplay, I don't expect the humans to be horsing around with eachother every second. But even Sam got a little action, so when the time comes, use our good friend, Mr. Skip Button. Ok? Ok.

{xx} ─ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs
So here's the thing--I know we all love our main characters. And I'm not trying to stop you from making them. But don't be unhappy if he/she doesn't get a main spot. It's alright, I mean look at other roleplays and tv shows. Just because Stein isn't a main character doesn't mean he doesn't play a big part in the plot. Or Sam's parents, Ratchet, Iron Hide, etc. They will still make this plot fun, exciting, with plenty of twists to keep us on our feet. Everyone plays a big part, I assure you. But don't try to make your character for a role that doesn't fit. Also, it's ok to have alot of characters— the more the merrier. But only make as many characters as you can handle and please do not make them all teenagers. If I see all teenagers, or early twenties (20-22), I'll know you haven't read the rules. I don't know when I'll stop accepting characters, because I wasn't to keep this roleplay relatively small, but don't make 10 characters if you'll only rp one. Also, I ask that you make one guy for each girl - I would like a considerable amount of men in this roleplay, as in the movies not many women were concerned and I'd like to keep this as realistic as possible.

{xx} ─  sᴘᴀᴍ
Spam. It's annoying, it's obstructive, and people don't like it. So? Don't do it. I understand the whole deal about telling someone you're online, or asking them to return to their roleplay, but if you strut in her advertising your roleplay, you'll get reported, as I have a thin tolerance for that. Also, I consider excessive chat spam. It's ok to have one or two pages of chat, but come on, any more than that? That's spam. This is a roleplay. I'll make a chat page if needed.

{xx} ─  ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴsғᴏʀᴍᴇʀs
Ok, so this one contributes a bit to the roleplay. It's not common for Transformers to willingly interact with humans. Don't have your human, whoever he/she may be, and have them walk past a car and have it transform dramatically before their eyes. It's cliche and wouldn't realistically happen. The Decepticons' real battle is with The Autobots {and vice versa} so please, don't do that. And another thing - there shouldn't be a ton of robots. There were maybe nine or ten Autobots in the movies, and like the same amount of legitimate Decepticon appearances, ignoring the mini side-battles. Please, don't go off and make like six transformers, as I'm not accepting very many. I don't want to be the bad guy, I just want to stick to the way it would realistically be.

{xx} ─  ʀᴇϙᴜɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs
Requirements. There's not much to this rule, only that you meet these rules, and the criteria I need for the roleplay without a problem. This roleplay is fairly important to me. It's gonna be intense, not some happy go-lucky-robots dancing around and blowing each other's heads off. Criteria as in--this is an action roleplay. Not only will there be death, possible gore, explosions, and near death experience, but there will be little romance. No little side plots with a few characters, I'm not asking for love triangles, drama, or any of the like. Just a simple, exciting, intense, explosive, 'Autonomous Robotic Organism' roleplay. Capeesh?

{xx} ─ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ
I'm not asking you to simply respect me, but respect everyone in the roleplay. If they do something that upsets you, remain calm! Don't freak out— on anyone. Try not to cuss, as I do not wish to get this deleted. Also, don't to anything big in the plot without asking me. I don't want to come back from an absence to ten pages and plot twists in each post.

{xx} ─ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ
If you follow all of the above rules, then faaantastic. You earned yourself a spot in this roleplay. Don't harm anyone's ability to have fun. Everyone must be in sync, no arguments, flame wars, or anything like that or this thing will like, erupt into chaos or something like that. We can all have fun together. That sound good? Good.  

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{xx} ─ Maximus Phosphor ─ Fire Apparatus ─ 9,000,000+ ─ {xx}
➽- [ Maximum would be a suitable word for the description of this Autobot, towering above other Autonomous Robotic Organisms with a staggering height of 60 feet of bone crushing steel and complex machanics. His surface is blood red, with 'eyes' a glowing hue of electrifying blue, much like the majority of his Autobot companions. He has a broad chest, supersonic weapons constructed within his systems on his shoulders, sternum, and palms of his hands, his eyes also emitting a ferocious acidic beam of light. His face much resembles the universal Autobot symbol, the construction of his face leaving him etched with a seemingly permanent scowl. The majority of his body being a maroon tint, Maximus' face consists of pale silver and amber hues, the silver being a piece of metal that forms a sort of mask about the general mouth and jaw area. His ears, the pointy ridges that protrude upward from each side of his head are ivory, the only color exception to his face besides his incandescent blue eyes. The area about those eyes is amber, as is the 'bridge of his nose', a rise in the center of his face that slopes up to halt inches from the tips of his ears, shaded a shadowed amber hue. There are small, oblique grooves in this nose, for reasons unknown. His arms are large, sporting yellow flame decals and his left arm displaying a rusty shaded '29', as in : apparatus 29 of the Phoenix Fire Department.
Yup, Maximus is a firetruck.
A nice, well maintained, 25 foot long first response vehicle, sporting a 75 foot long ladder which in the midst of transformation, flexes and snakes upward to form a sort of spinal structure. There's a whole lot more to his robotic skeletal structure, but let's not get into that right now. Maximus has a deep, almost adult voice. It's somewhat velvety, like Bane and Batman speaking into a bullhorn simultaneously. He can obviously reach speeds exceeding a regular firetruck, and often pushes himself to the limit to get the job done. Now, back to his arms. They're incredibly bulky with metal and weaponry, a heavy and lethal arsenal residing on each wrist, forearm, and basically other suggested limb. His legs are strong, with pointed toes allowing him a slight advantage in speed, all adaptations from his millennia if experience. Trust me, it's $uck to get kicked in the gut by this big guy. Being the leader of the Autobots, he has large mechanical advantages such as his size, armor, and weapon tech. Oh, and did I mention? The bulk around his wrists are like cuffs— he can shed them during battle to reveal an amplified blade resembling a katana on the right, and a pretty large bludgeon on the left. Both are largely destructive and if his laser attacks haven't phased you, his hand to hand certainly will. He's an excellent fighter, able to think on his heels, being quite versatile. Despite being pretty big and frightening, he's quite friendly, holding a deep empathy for the human race, as his race was once taken from him as well. His goal is to prevent the Earth from witnessing it's own demise, and is willing to sacrifice whatever it takes to conceal Magmus to the center of the earth. He's strictly professional, and may rub off as cold, though he's only trying to work for the greater good. He's incredibly wise and experienced— hey, don't think because he's almost 10,000,000 years old that he's not a kick@ss guy! He's like you're large, 200 ton shoulder— he'll sympathize with you, he'll listen and he'll suggest solutions. He's like Dr. Phil and an ancient robotic alien ninja all in one. He may look threatening, but if you're a friend, he's a friend, and is extremely loyal. Maximus is good at making desicions, balancing out eat options flaws and benefits and choosing the one that would be in not his, but everyone else's best interests. He's very relaxed and is not angered easily, though he is extremely protective of his loved ones. Of course he'd be willing to take a blow for them, though he doesn't fight their battles for them, he's always watching from the sidelines. Living in solitude had somewhat hardened Maximus, stumbling upon the Phoenix Fire Department around 1957 and taking the shape of their apparatus. He always wishes to be helping out in one way or another, which is why he found the role of engine 29 suitable for his desires. He's not pretentious in the least bit, and incredibly courageous, but he is blatantly honest, one flaw in a seemingly perfectly wired being. He's not afraid to bluntly explain bad news, though he'll explain it carefully rather than forced. He has no intention to hurt anyone and beside's the lifelong warfare he'd endured with the brutality of the Decepticons, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He tries to pass down knowledge he'd acquired over the years to the younger, more inexperience Autobots and though being lenient and adaptable, Maximus prefers to maintain a stable lifestyle, and frowns upon large, quick changes. Trust me, Maximus has been obliged to keep his share of secrets and he is astonishingly trustworthy. Don't take it personally if he refuses to tell you something— chances are he's not supposed to tell and if he was asked not to say anything, he won't. Not unless it's absolutely necessary, and can assist in benefiting others in the cause of, you know. Saving the world. ]--{ Cloverflare }

 

{xx} ─ Jay ─ Sports Car ─ 700,000 ─ {xx}
➽- [ Being the shortest of the Autobots, Jay is quite pretentious, standing only at about 32 feet tall. Despite his height, he has a large skill set and an even larger ego, being eccentrically humorous and charismatic, and extremely outgoing. His armor is sky blue with a  broad chest plate, bulky limbs and a curved, somewhat rounded head. His eyes are an iridescent blue, coordinating with this armor as well as the sleek silver and ebony of his face, the onyx consisting of the lower jaw and mouth area, and the area about the nose and eyes being silver. His voice resembles that of Sonic the Hedgehog, in a slightly more metallic, mechanical robotic tone. Being small does have it's perks such as being more swift, agile, and more balance. Jay is lithe, for a giant robotic 150 ton alien and though plenty of his missions and duties consist of smaller, lesser goals, Jay has the practicality and intellect to catch a glimpse of the bigger picture, derailing his original order to contribute to the greater cause. He finds himself becoming 'just the messenger' quite often, and can indeed intercept  different messages and their scale of importance, being so perceptive. Being so quick allows him to outrun the greater foes, using his incredibly complex arsenal and weapons set to send them packing if they hadn't already hit the road. He's quite fond of melee battles, though firepower is a quick fix to sticky situations. Like Maximus, Jay can shed his wrist armor to reveal a weapon, though only on his right hand. It resembles an iron, with a celestial grey shaft and an electrifying, glittering silver double sided blade. Oh, and another thing - Jay has grown quite fond of air battles, being that he can fly. He has two, dual jet engines in each foot, the arches of each foot sliding back to reveal a blast-off engine, the flames erupting from his feet and sending him into the sky. He's learned to control it, developing this ability a good few thousand years ago, and enjoys the risks and exhilaration of air strike missions and melee battles. Without wings, Jay's flight maneuvers are much more manual, and he's very flexible, as wings have a tendency to restrict certain moves.
There are several other ways that Jay can be described, most of them biting down to the very smallest detail, in which I am not going to get into.
Oh, his disguised form? It somewhat satisfies his ego, being quite an impressive car, though being in the possession of an 18 year old girl. Yup, Jay is a sky blue 1993 Lamborghini Aventador, transportation method of Karou Chase, who's totally unaware of his presence. Being not your average 20 year old sports car, Jay loves to push himself to the limit, often driving the car for Karou to his own desired destination. He desires to reveal himself to her, though he wishes not to bring her into the complicated civil war between the Autobots and Decepticons. The car has front-wheel drive and had almost 45, 000 miles on it when Karou obtained it and Jay took it's shape, so he often fumbles with the car radio and ignition and such to see a reaction from Karou.
One thing about Jay - he's got an inflated ego, but is incredibly modest. He treats everyone as acquaintances, shares his great sense of humor and is able to talk to multiple people - or organisms - at once. He may joke around with you and poke fun at you, but he'd never look down on you or disrespect you in any way, even if he didn't know you, with the obvious exception to the Decepticons. He enjoys partaking in small favors and activities, always wanting to be helping out with his limitless energy. He's quite rebellious, his actions embodying his disposition wholly, and does have moments where he is narcissistic. He enjoys spending time with his human, however unaware she may be to his 'presence' or specialties, and is a large prankster. He's somewhat trustworthy, only revealing minor, unimportant secrets, but not to be mean, only humorously. However, if you have a legitimate secret or issue and need to talk, he'll be your silent listening ear and a dependable shoulder to lean on. Trust me, won't tell a soul. Jay is creative, mostly to satisfy her own boredom, and usually keeps a close eye on his loved ones, even if he's specifically instructed elsewhere. He's very protective of his loved ones and loves to battle alongside them, despite their size or skill set. He will often do things that will end up upsetting them in the end, but only for their own benefit, seeking out the best ways that they will remain safe. Being so outspoken, Jay often finds himself under the spotlight and enjoys the feeling, being so easy to talk to. He often gets lost in conversation and always manages to keep it interesting, no matter the subject. He's awful at making decisions, only weighing in the benefits and dismissing the risks. He's affectionate, and he has quiet moments when he just wants to be felt, rather than heard of seen.700,000 years is quite a few to be under your belt and he's quite experience, coming off as more of a spy than a warrior, though he's incredibly fierce when the time comes. He's actually quite jittery when he needs to sit still and always feels the need to stay in motion, besides when he's resting. He will sacrifice himself up or something he loves in order to satisfy the greater good. Jay has a tendency to drag things out, whether it's for laughs or seriously, I'm not sure. He dramatizes everything, enjoying irritating some others for entertainment, though he acts as if it's unintentional. Jay does not believe in second chances, although he's had his share. He's quick in battle, able to think on his does, however panicky in sticky situations. He's incredibly claustrophobic, desiring constant freedom and movement, and darkness is a very suitable environment for him. He's stealthy and silent as a car and being so small as an Autobot, he finds hiding easier than most. He has incredible eyesight in the dark, though perhaps his radiant blue eyes take part in that. He's very independent, though he prefers companionship, which is partially why he took the form of Karou's vehicle, who's a constant driver and resides in the suburbs resting just outside of Phoenix. He's also quite close with Maximus, being in his company for over 700,000 years. They make an excellent team, though Jay strives to be that 'knight in shining armor' figure, making up for in courage and virtue what he lacks in size. He's passionate and strong, fierce in battle, brave at heart. He's got a fiery spirit that's extremely hard to stomp out, always remaining optimistic and hopeful, even at the worst of times. He always finds himself on the edge of the battle and climbs his way to the heart, no matter the distance. He can take on multiple enemies at once, depending on his motive and their strength. He's incredibly fast in his disguise and not, with sturdy footing and an expeditious run. Once he's set his mind to something, it's incredibly hard to take his attention from it, working swiftly and going all out. In battle, he's got incredible perception and peripheral vision plays a large role, being that he can see at a straight angle. He's a vicious opponent and with the right reason, will tear your spine out. Once he's got a streak of hits and blows in, it evolves into a rampage, fueled by his determination of triumph and craving for victory, allowing him the strength and energy to plow through large, powerful enemies. In full throttle, he can do a lot of damage, so it'd be best to establish yourself an 'off limits' perimeter. He grieves violently, mending himself by breaking things and fighting, which tend to clear his mind, as does running. ]--{ Cloverflare }

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{xx} ─ Catastrophe ─ Helicopter ─ 6,000 ─ {xx}
➽- [ The thing about Catastrophe - he was born in the darkness. He's mastered its every element, avoided every flaw. Created in the shadows, most people merely adopt it's ways, Catastrophe spending almost his entire life within its mercy. With ebony armour, he's like a shadow himself, the only thing standing out being the gleam of his blood red eyes. The malice within them, the passion, bloodlust - it's overwhelming. Catastrophe wasn't named out of the blue. His head is jagged, taking on a three pronged chin shape, the ends shooting up the sides of his heads and surpassing it, creating ridged ears much like Maximus'. His head shape it slender, with a seemingly permanent scowl etched onto his face as well as narrowed, calculating eyes. His face is a glittering silver, much like the majority of the Autobots, jagged and sinister. His shifted body is one nobody should interfere with, being that he has two - that's right, two shifted forms. In his first, Catastrophe is serpentine, large metallic scales snaking up his body as he takes the shape of a 40 foot long serpent with a circumference of about 20 feet. He is definitely a force not to be reckoned with. The complexity of his serpent form is immense, each metallic scale rising to become a blade, in a time of self defense. He can spit flame and drill through surfaces as hard as concrete, his main attack pinpointing your stance from underground using an echolocation technique. His other shifted form resembles the other Transformers, with two bulky, yet nimble legs and braulic, substantial arms. Thick, pitch black chest plates defend his robotic sternum, an abdominal set of colossal plates to defend his mechanical innards and such. He is a relatively small Decepticon, standing at about 35 feet at full height, an equal match for Jay, with slender, thin shoulders and swift reflexes. He has long, crooked claws occupying his fingertips and strong, durable limbs for melee battles and jumping. He's swift and slender, being able to move and transform quickly, a last resort of escape is a battle does not sway in his favor, although he's a vicious opponent. Sleek, pitch black wings occupy his back and the palms of his hands contain powerful, pressure powered laser beams, as well as his eyes. His claws can eject in powerful, terrifying daggers and if he aims for you, you're out of luck. Better luck next time, shouldn't have messed with this guy. In his disguise, Catastrophe takes an influential role in government practices, being a heavily loaded, special operations helicopter with a frightening arsenal. With a gleaming onyx surface, he's about twenty feet long and about seven across, somewhat rounded despite the occasional lumps and edges. He has long, rectangular blades that stretch out to his ends, and two ivory stripes nearing the ends of each. He has two, miniature wings with a clifflike edge, the tip of the wing abruptly stopping and giving the wing a right angle, pointing straight down. As well as his blades and wings, he has a sleek, round motor in the back for support. The top of the Helicopter is smooth and curved, the bottom taking a sort of rectangular shape, the aircraft taking a futuristic complexion altogether. Though he has slow acceleration, he can reach speeds of over 750 mph, if the case of a necessary quick escape.
Catastrophe is heartless. He harbors no emotion in his heart besides malice and bloodlust, and a lethal desire for victory. Being such a young Decepticon, he's quite energetic [not that it makes a difference, being immortal and all] and a reckless fighter. He seeks vengence on the Autobots for taking responsibility for Magmus' encasement in the center of the Earth, being the first to learn of his awakening. He's a salvage opponent and willing to tear the life from your eyes with the mere motive of making him angry. He has severe temper problems and is quite apathetic, feeling no pity of sympathy for anyone, even as he blows them to bits. He's young, powerful, and inexperienced, his only pretentious element pertaining to Magmus. He's quite a multi tasker, not wanting to miss out on anything, especially in battle, and he's develops an ability to be able to take on multiple opponents. He's smug, arrogant and snarky, regarding everyone either an an enemy or a game, constantly screwing with people he doesn't intend to hurt [yet] just to witness their irritation. He's not perceptive at all and only colors within the lines, often seeing past complex things and keeping his eyes on the simple elements. He truly does believe he's the strongest opponent anyone could come across, his arrogance disappointing him when he came into contact with Maximum and was defeated swiftly, not holding a sinister grudge against the wise Autobot leader as well, though he's improved much since then. ]--{ Cloverflare }