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Casual Geek /|\ Gamer /|\ ISFP-INFP /|\ Daily Music-Lover /|\ Daydreamer & Writer

Name: Bre.
Aliases: Angel, Breeze, Kinoko, Panda, or Rae.
Birthday/Age: May 15. Currently 21.
Ethnicity: Mixed (Caucasian/African-American).
Ancestry: English, Irish, Polish, German, and South-West African.
Sexuality: Hetero-flexible/Bi-curious.
Religion: Christian (Catholicism).
Time Zone: Eastern Standard.
Gender: Female.
Hair Color: Dark-Brown, Turned-Blonde.

Occupation(s): Student, Admin. Assistant (summer; part-time).
Major: Web and Digital Media (Graphic & Web Design).

Sources of Writing: Laptop, Desktop, and Cellphone.
Years of Experience: At least 7.
RP Level: High-Casual, depending on health/mental state and time.
Dedication Level: Very High.

Personality: Ambiverted, Caring, Friendly, Imaginative, Artistic, Funny (in my own way, apparently), Confident, Strong-willed, Feisty, Sisterly, Organized, Protective, Loyal/Committed, Stubborn, Tomboyish, Determined, Obsessive (somewhat), and Easily Distracted.
Habits, Tics, and Quirks: Speaking Accents (Australian, Russian, English, and Kiwi) At Random, Hashtag Genius, OCD (brief), ADHD, ’Experience-Taking’, Autism/Asperger's Syndrome (high-functioning); in regards to this, I must warn you that, when it comes to fandoms, I tend to be a little preoccupied with the ones I'm already into. Be aware that I will not easily adapt to new fandoms; if I lose interest in a story within play, I may either have a short-term writer's block, or feel that I'd highly recommend a new story that'll keep me strongly interested. So, bear with me if I ever reject an unfamiliar idea, or suddenly suggest a new one.
Biggest RP Pet Peeve: Whereabouts and Ghosting.
Please be present and keep me updated from time to time.
It's annoying when people become invisible, miraculously appear out of nowhere, and complain, once they find a story cancelled.

~ I'll only portray original female characters, though on very rare occasions, I'll take on an original male role.
~ I welcome dark themes, if needed, but definitely NOT pedophilia or beastility (except for anthros).
~ I'm all-in for both homosexual and heterosexual pairings (I mostly lean towards the dominant-role in a relationship; both male and female, depending on the character and plot).
~ I personally consider myself to be a "professional music selector" and “casting director” for every story I’ve participated in. If you want, I'll gladly find you a tune or two, whether it's a theme or tribute, as well as find a good face for almost-any OC.

For more information on this topic, instant-transmission to my interest check!

I also love Music very badly. Music is my life(-line)!
It also helps me think better, including anything that is upbeat and can help me feel into it.
I have great taste in it, too!
Examples include:
(Skillet, Halestorm, TEAMHEADKICK, Falconshield, Amaranthe, etc.)
(Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Little Mix, Demi Lovato, etc.)
(Nicki Minaj, FabvL, Iggy Azalea, JT Machinima, etc.)

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McKenna brought her pistol, and kept it aimed towards where she had heard the hissing. She took a deep breath, and tried to use all of her senses, in order to determine where exactly the intruder was, as well as try to figure what its next move would be. She looked over at Miller; her heart was starting to pick up speed, as she continued to stare into the darkness of the tunnel.

It would be of no surprise that this was the noise of a 'Xeno', and McKenna knew they would be a big trouble if they allow it to keep on living. They still had to find the child, and she also felt that it was her responsibility to make sure that they all get out of this alive.

She reached for her walkie, and whispered into it. "Everybody, be steady. We're right on top of something".

Hearing Miller's question, McKenna looked around her. "If there are more fresh bodies, not too long ago, we just may be standing in one. Unless this one is alone", a thought came to her, making her grab the walkie again. "Viper, keep an eye out for corpses that are recent. We might be standing in for an ambush", the brunette then slowly took hold of her pistol again.

It went quiet again....until she heard a scream behind them.
Updated! (again)
Raiza watched as the human tried to back away from her very presence. By far, she remembered that the last time she had visited the planet, a few years after the Decepticons appeared, the femme would remember the faces, full of confusion, shock, and/or terror, among the very same species. Even when she first landed on Earth, Raiza still comprehended their expressions, once she started upon the very terrain in her robot mode. It was the perfect time for her to take on her other form, so she didn't have to witness that same experience again.

Right now, if her gut was right, then the specimen before her, would be showing that very same scenario. She was doing something with her hands, and it came to her that it was a foreign type of communication that the scientist had managed to come up with. It was a code that Raiza was familiar with, but there were a few pieces that were not in any part of the database, back in Kaon.

Actions spoke louder than words with this one, apparently.

Raiza tried her best to make out the words that this one trying to tell her. She could only make out a few words, and by going through the language database, Raiza could translate it, only to the best of her ability. Once she watched the girl try to make a run for it, the red femme extended her pigtails upon her, so the buzzsaws could prevent her from going anywhere -- by blocking the crevice she could potentially escape through.

"Good. Now that I have your attention...", she began to say, having to get on one knee, and lean in towards the human. " do you feel on getting out of this hellhole, and go home? Your true home?"
At first, Nensu was quite nervous for the woman’s reaction to her son’s current status. It could go in a million-and-one directions in these kinds of scenarios. To her knowledge, they were all different in the movies; some of them being a good moment; others, a bad moment. She honestly didn’t know where it would likely go, now that Izuku’s mom was “in-the-know”. A part of her wanted to be proud of this; the other, anxious. Parents could be quite protective with their teenaged children spending intimacy with another, while others, would just let it happen.
At this very moment, as soon as Lady Midoriya took her hand, look her in the eye, and plead for the girl to take care of her son, it was, at that moment, Nensu felt that she trusted the teenager to be in Izuku’s presence. It sounded like a green flag. She was initially surprised, but the girl softly smiled, and nodded.
“Yes, ma’am. I promise.”
She said, having to feel that sense of responsibility lay upon her again. She gently tightened her grip in Izuku’s hand.

Momo took some time to think over the possibilities, as well as the considerations, that would lead up to this point. First, the USJ; second, the disturbance at the fair; then, the Nomu attack downtown, and finally, the mall incident. What in the world was going on? Just what, or who, would create this uprise?
It was only until the end of that discussion, did Sara ever start to feel the everlasting peace starting to unravel itself, just by the very contact that Kate was able to give off. She had to assume that because of her words, or her very presence, that the girl was (perhaps finally) able to calm down from the bouts of today. The woman wasn’t aware of the other’s silent admiration for her, and she didn’t really give it much thought, if that were the case.

Either in person, or through gossip and rumor, her fellow recruits, and other branches, have shown a mix of admiration and fear, whenever a topic regarding the lieutenant came into the light. The same went for her cousin, who didn’t really pay any kind of mind to these allegations. It was all part of her cover, as to what her purpose was, and to what she was really capable of.

As much as she wanted to treat this encounter, as being part of a normal talk, something inside the white-haired woman was telling her to pay very close attention to the brunette. Even though she had accepted the young woman’s request to make sure her head is in a clearing, Sara also felt the need to shield her from further harm, mainly due to its excessive quantity. As to how she could start off on her promise, Sara started by offering to escort the brunette to her quarters for the evening.


The next day, as promised to Jaeger, he was now within the custody of both the captain and the lieutenant, and free from the intimidations and distrusts of the city. The plan was to take him to one of their old bases, further out into the plains. Meanwhile, Erwin will stay behind to pick out the top cadets from the training program, and plan out the initiation for them to become the new faces in the Scout Regiment. First thing the next day, Sara joined in the escorting of Eren, and her cousin’s elite team, into another location within Wall Rose; away from society, in order to test Jaeger's loyalty.

Riding upon her own horse, while donning the green cape, sporting the Wings of Freedom, the lieutenant made the effort to stay close between the front of the party and the middle. To be in a wide open space like this, any Abnormal would shake off their own boredom. That was what the extra vigilance amongst the party was for. Whatever Kate had packing in the cart, Sara didn’t want the girl’s invention to slow them down, so she made the independent decision to stay between that said-cart, and the front of the party.

Reaching the fortress didn’t take as long and, surprisingly, nobody found signs of any Titan activity during the short trip. As far as she heard, Levi wanted the boy to sleep in the basement. Though she didn't immediately agree, it became reasonable for the wellbeing of their troops. Before anything else, however, Sara didn’t blame the fact that they had to clean the whole structure, both inside and out. She didn’t give him the ‘what for?’, so she was going to follow the chain of command, respect their familial ties, as well as take his likes and dislikes into consideration.

She already made her rounds, for the safety of the actual structure, before giving a ‘thumbs-up’ for the squad to begin the procedure: Testing Eren’s power. Hange started the experiments immediately, yet the many tries of getting the boy to transform, has already been taken into failure, evident by the looks of his hands, after a couple of hours. Nobody knew why he couldn’t get his Titan-form to take shape, and the anxiety amongst the elite subordinates, as they were already starting to debate, whether if this was all for nothing.

Standing outside, Sara took this as a mental note, as she observed the group, as well as Eren, who gave occasional grunts of pain, every now and then.

“Does it still hurt? You’re lucky that Hange has allowed you to take a sit-out, after so many attempts. If I asked for your opinion, why do you think it’s not working, the way it should?”
Even when Shockwave decided to counter on her offer, the femme’s face remained blank, seemingly unaffected by the time of voice he was able to give off. She didn’t blink, but a tiny smile lingered on her lips. It was moments like these where Raiza appeared to be quite apathetic...even when the other Decepticon decided to fling the human across the room. Only when the mad scientist did turn his back, was where the red femme was able to flinch. It was a small piece of movement, only for it to disappear completely a second afterwards. “Way to be delicate with your toys, Shock-y”, she commented, almost pouting as she crossed her arms upon her chest, and leaning against the wall.

If anybody knew about the femme’s escapades on planet Earth, to the point where she can even take on a human appearance, Megatron would skin her (or in this case, peel her paint), if not, give her to the mad scientist himself, in demand to know this kind of abnormality. It’s because of this ability, was she able to know some of the biology, in regards to a human female. At the same time, there had to be a moment where she would have a “close-up encounter” with such a species. Interaction in any of Earth’s languages was a cinch, making it all-the-more-easier. On that note, it was because of this particular girl running around the cyclops’ lab, which gave her the incentive to grow curious of the planet’s society, as well as try to figure out her human form, correctly. She still wasn’t sure if it was a genetic thing, or a new function, but it was strange, all at once.

Raiza didn’t move from her spot, the whole time she had to watch Shockwave perform the daily procedure. For her own sadistic pleasures, this doesn’t even come close to her own taste. It was a lot more fun when people deserved it, and not out of hearing the agony of something so small and so innocent. Absolutely NOT her style.

After several minutes of constant noise, the cyclops finally decided to stop, and leave upon Lord Megatron’s word. The femme watched his departure, before looking back to the small cage. Revving up one of the buzzsaws attached to one of her pigtails, she sliced off the entire piece, where the door was. It was a careful cut, but quick.
If she’s was completely honest with herself, Raiza didn’t quite find the time to develop a fondness for the human race. Like any Decepticon, who has recently arrived to the planet, they were merely bugs to the eyes of the faction. However, if anybody knew her and her brother better, there was a lingering fascination, in regards to the race’s very culture. First of all, the automobiles were well-crafted, if one wanted to look good, and second, they found cinema to be quite a time-passer. She didn’t understand their style, but in some of the visionaries, she can relate to those on-screen. The way they were able to swerve emotions and drive their attention through the drama, had kept Raiza interested ever since.

The femme didn’t fully acknowledge the human girl, mainly because of Shockwave’s attention being entirely on her. Raiza made a thinking face for a second, as she thought about his offer of witnessing the pain of the specimen nearby. She didn’t leave a sign, considering that the mad scientist had his trained-eye upon her. Raiza looked down at the human, and back at the mad scientist, before making an arrogant smirk upon her face. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough time swatting but one fly?”, she asked, narrowing her optics a little, to look straight into the other’s singular one. “Shocking. Because I’m getting bored, and I’m in dire need for something to do, within the room I’ve been instructed to do my job”, she looked at the ceiling for a moment, while having to lift a finger.

“...and my senses are telling me to examine that one”, the red Decepticon pointed at the human female, with intention in her eyes. She started making her way towards her, passed the scientist, and stopping in front of the console. “Poor thing’s looking worse for wear”, she sang. “I’ll be taking her to the med-bay for a check over, if you won’t mind”, a smile formed.
The task seemed a lot easier when she didn’t have Megatron breathing down her neck for the umpteenth time, this cycle. As lon she had been on this very moon, away from the planet that they called ‘Earth’, Raiza wasn’t too sure when it would be the right time for her to send the latest news for Optimus Prime. You may be wondering as to why she would do such a thing. Well, one: Being power-hungry was not really in her best interest, and two: She wanted to be done with, as soon as possible. So, she made a deal with Prime that she would gather any intel from the opposing faction, by doing an inside job, to bring the Autobots an advantage.

That was the idea: Survival, at its fullest; really to get her pesky fellow ‘Cons off her back, with the exception of her twin Knockout and Breakdown. Some would say that it was a crazy idea; it was supposed to be, as is everything else about this war. The plan was to divide and conquer; and the symbol on her chest, was her one way ticket to get there. ‘Don’t leave any evidence of a betrayal’, unless she didn’t have an idea, then she would go against that one little piece of advice, made by the Autobot leader. She couldn’t guarantee the result, but she will use her abilities to the max, if she has to, to make the goal possible.

Here she was, riding down the hallway in her vehicle form, all the way to the lab of one mad scientist in the faction. Her brother might be mad too, but Shockwave was ten-fold. And they thought she was bad as a psychotic. Transforming just in time, at the doorway of the lab, the femme smirked at the scientist before her. Time to put that persona up. “Shockwave! I was wondering where that smell of energon was coming from. More DNA testing, I presume?”, she asked the one-eyed cybertronian, as she walked across the room only to see the human girl, he had decided to keep around, for a few years.

Her vocals were that of English right now, as she considered speaking in her home-tongue, To Be For the higher-ups. She became quite fascinated with Earth’s languages.
Designation: Raiza (“ray-zuh”)
Nicknames: Rae; Red; Little Miss Insanity; Doctor; Hot Stuff *only by Breakdown*
Voiced By: Erin Richards (from Gotham)

Theme Song(s): “Sweet but Psycho” by Ava Max

- Knockout (twin brother; partner-in-crime)
- Breakdown (partner-in-crime)
- Airachnid (hated-enemy)
- Arcee (rival)
- Bumblebee (friend)
{more to come}

Gender: Femme
Age: 11,046 (27 years old)
Height: 19’ (cybertronian); 5’ 7” (human).

Faction: Decepticon; Triple-Threat.
Rank(s): Medic, Soldier

* Doctor/Nurse.
* Scientist.
* Criminal.
* Racer.
* Spy (secretly).

* Surprising Strength and Stamina.
* Superior Gymnastic Skills.
* Skilled Medic and Manipulator.
* Shape-shifting.
* Strategic Fighting Abilities.
* Experienced Racer.


{ Artwork done by a friend }

Holding the alternate mode of a motorcycle, Raiza's exterior appearance is a similar model to that of Autobot Arcee in her robot mode structure, albeit with a red-black-white color scheme: Red plated-armor around her chest, red forearm gauntlet-appendages, red helm with a ridge between her eyes, knee-high booted-pedes, and a red built-in skirt, where her black midriff is exposed with red energon lines. Her chest plates have little cleavage of the side of her breasts showing in the middle of her chest, as well as a Decepticon insignia being in the middle as if connecting these two plates together.

Her facial features, along with this color scheme, also give her a resemblance to fellow Decepticon Knockout: Black-and-red optics, white faceplate, and red bodypaint with accents of black on her exposed waist, upper arms, and thighs. She also possesses qualities that are a lot more bizarre, to that of a typical female cybertronian: Connected to Raiza's helm are twin, retractable, metallic-silver, waist-lengthed high-pigtails with buzzsaws at the ends of each. 

Alternative Mode: Red and Black Triumph Daytona 675 Motorcycle

- Twin Rotary Buzzsaw Pigtails
These are considered to be Raiza's signature weapon as the pair are physically seen as they are attached to her helm. Her steel tentacle-like pigtails, similar to the layout of Drillerbot, can lengthen, constrict, and ensure her opponents in a variety of offensive ways. Due to the buzzsaws at the ends, Raiza can also use her pigtails to penetrate through different types of surface material, like steel walls, cement ground, or cybertronian armor, concluding that her pigtails are capable of making great destruction and carnage. Due to her pigtail nerves being completely lacking, offensive attacks, made from her opponents, towards these appendages, are virtually harmless to her.

- Mini Uzi Machine Pistol
This is considered to be one of Raiza's deadliest backup weapons. She is more than capable to shoot with surprising accuracy, although it may not be completely accurate. This gun has a cyclic rate of propelling 950 rounds of bullets per minute.

- Giant Handheld Hammer
Raiza's main melee weapon that she tends to carry over her shoulder, but would prefer putting it in a subspace on her waist after it shrinks down into a small tube-like appearance. Her hammer is depicted as a black and red steel weapon, having to be comically oversized. While it has been suggested that Raiza's possible strength allows her to wield her hammer, there is another possibility where the hammer itself is a trick, with cleverly-set weights allowing her to swing it with extra power.

- Twin Arm Blades
Raiza also wields two arm blades on each of her arms. These blades allow her to slice at her opponents when they get too close during battle, and she can wield them with great skill in offensive weapon combat, agility feats, and block attacks.

A peculiar, "unsettling" femme, Raiza would usually appear as being seductive, witty, and free-spirited, with a very childlike air to her, but due to a series of past tragedies before and during the war, severe psychological damage upon her processor has left her in a mentally-imbalanced state, making her possess tendencies that are more-violent and untamable by nature. As a result, Raiza was eroded of her own self-image and mental stability, becoming quite a culturally-unacceptable individual, who advances upon (almost) everything with very little sense of morality and control.

Ruthless, ambitious, and conniving, whilst having to exhibit sociopathic traits; her brutal, sadistic practices, seductive exercises, and imposing charm are extremely lethal, to the point where she will do anything to make sure her goals are met, even if she has to overdo it, whilst having zero problems on using tactics, by means of inducing fear, corruption, and admiration.

While she's extremely charismatic, Raiza is not unintelligent; she has a way of pushing buttons, whilst having the ability to find out what makes others tick, even using her own femininity, feigned emotions, and/or cunning mind to make herself, in some ways, likable or appealing. To hide her demented yet homicidal nature, she will take on a childish persona, to which she can combine with the flirtatious demeanor of a woman, who is aware of her good looks, in order to get across people. Her true colors are revealed by her psychotic-like expressions: Frenzied/hysterical speech, hostile mobility, and occasional hysteria.

As a whole, Raiza is arrogant, and seems to be taking the pleasure of life as a game; even when threatened, she will take enjoyment of the danger given to her, especially if she knows what's making the threat.

Just because she likes to "cause trouble", doesn't mean she is without emotions or feelings, like care, concern, or affection for her allies, especially those closest to her. In fact, because of her fluctuating self-image, she actually has very low self-esteem: The scenarios of her neglectful creators, and her offlined adoptive family were, in her eyes, perceived as abandonment, to which has left her brooding and depressed, leading her in becoming extremely protective yet possessive of her allies, seeing them as something to lean on, in order to boost that said-esteem.

Raiza becomes very cruel and cold-hearted to those who wrong them and, coming with her own berserk button, she absolutely doesn’t pull any punches once her vindictiveness surfaces.
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