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Name: Arger Wrath-borne

Age: 24

Race: Irabelu

Appearance


Gender: Male

Height: 8'6

Abilities:

- Due to the "Wrath-Borne" mutation that runs through his DNA, Arger has the ability to turn into a monstrous engine of pain and destruction. His strength is raised tenfold, most weapons bounce off his hide, and his rage is so powerful that psychics could not enter his mind for fear of insanity. However all this power comes with a price. As his form changes and grows, any armor he had before hand is destroyed. His wrath is so self destructive he cannot come up with any better plan than shred, crush destroy, and allies and enemies all look the same.

Skills: As a warrior Arger knows how to use hand to hand weapons, maces in particular, but his favorite weapon is his hands. With natural claws to add to the races great strength, Arger can rend through anything less than steel with just his hands.

Rank: C

Brief Bio/History: Arger hails from the planet Iratelles, a harsh and unforgiving land. Almost every living thing on the planet is carnivorous and as such the creatures that call the land home have evolved to fight. The Irabelu have been around for a long time, the only reason they haven't gained space flight for themselves is because they are still waging wars amongst themselves and don't care much for the stars if there are things to eat and people to kill. The Irabelu are one of the few species that can match the Ebolorians in strength, endurance, and durability. The only feature they lack is their cunning. The Irabelu aren't known for their smarts and because of this they are easily manipulated by others. While they Irabelu don't have their own space travel, many species hire them aboard as use of bodyguards, mercenaries, and manual laborers (Rarely).

From this environment Arger prospered, being larger than most of his kind by about a whole head and shoulders Arger was almost perfect except for one problem. When he first changed he destroyed most of the village and killed almost everyone. With that incident it was clear what he was and for it he was shunned. Enraged he cut a swath through the countryside and would have killed many more if he hadn't been sold to the Ebolorians. When they came for him he put up quite the fight, killing the mercenaries and injuring the Ebolarian before it took him down. The only reason he wasn't killed on the spot was that the Ebolarian liked his spunk and seeing a way to make some cash fast, sold him for quite a lot of money to the arenas.

Affiliation: None but himself, but will work with those that gain his loyalty.
"Life is full of mistakes, I'm just trying to correct a few of my own before I kick the bucket."


Name: Bulwark

Race: Cybertronian, Allegiance- Autobot

Equipment: Twin shoulder mounted cannons that fire high explosive shells. Left arm turns into blade. Chest houses plasma cannon. "The Guardian", a large shield that blocks all but the most powerful attacks with the help of its sturdy frame and protective forcefield it generates around it, blades along the sides can be used as an emergency weapon.

Appearance:

-Vehicle form is an Oshkosh heavy equipment transporter.

Biography: Bulwark wasn't the model citizen, in fact he wasn't even an Autobot until late in the war. Originally Bulwark was just a mercenary. During the war he worked for both sides, killing his fair share of both Decepticons and Autobots. However as the war dragged on and on, Bulwark felt something nagging at his conscience like a magnet pulling on metal shavings. It finally clicked when he was hired by some Decepticons to take out a group of Autobots that turned out to just be civilians who didn't want to leave. For Bulwark that was the last straw. After returning from the mission and clearing out the Decepticons that hired him, Bulwark sought out the Autobots and did his best to make up for his past misdeeds.

It took decades but he finally was an accepted member of the Autobots and he took that fact with much pride. When the war cooled down Bulwark traveled with other Autobots until he got the message from Earth.

Personality: To sum up Bulwark all you need to know about him is that he is honorable, loyal, and friendly. First bot in, last one out. Bulwark is a lead from the front kind of guy on the few times he has been placed in leadership roles, never asking a bot to do something he wouldn't do himself. He would never leave a man behind and will fight to his last to protect those underneath his protection. Underneath all this is a bot that knows he has made mistakes, he's just trying to correct some before his time comes.


"We...Hunger"


Name: The Swarm

Age: Have been around since the first beings felt the pangs of hunger.

Abilities:
-Regeneration: If a piece of the swarm is killed a new one will replace it soon after.

-Speed: Slither at about the same speed as a man at full sprint.

-Hunger: Cannot stop eating and will eat anything.

-Mind Speak: Those near the swarm will feel itching inside their minds. It doesn't speak as much as the words are felt, an alien thought that enters your mind.

-Total immortality: As a force of nature you can't truly kill the Swarm. You may break it, burn it, eat it, shoot it, slice it... it wouldn't matter. Your just prolonging the inevitable. If you prove troublesome pray the Swarm will leave you alone, eventually you will weaken. They are always watching.

-Wail: While they fear nothing, the swarm does feel pain. Once a piece of the swarm is killed it will release a scream that signals the rest of the Swarm to its location.

Bio: The Swarm has always been there, ever since the first being began to feel hunger. Since then The Swarm has been right on the heels of the living, picking at the scraps they left behind. A being here, an entire planet there. The Swarm has been to countless worlds, consuming them all... well almost. After learning that once a planet is consumed of everything it has, it can't give back. That's what happened to your precious dinosaurs, at least that's what it says. Man is a fool to think that they are alone in the universe, even more so for believing that they were important. In the end all will be consumed.

Weapons: Teeth and talons. Digestive acid will burn through anything given enough time, and bodies.

Weakness:
-Each part of the Swarm is just as vulnerable as any other animal
-As the hunger on this world is higher, only small packs roam the planet. A single pack is only about a dozen pieces strong.
-Stupid, initially. Will learn from mistakes however.
-The hunger is their only driving factor, they have no allies nor the ability to make them.

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Please don't write here. This is just for quick character acquisition, not idle chatter.
Remember, I won't eat player characters without their consent. Whenever I eat someone its some random citizen.
The Swarm moved through the walls, adamant about finding its meal. Stopping for a moment they listened, with glee they realized that there was a third in the house. Knowing that they couldn't get all of them at once, they chose to go after the closest one. This one was a female of the meat, tall and thin, not much substance but they screamed the most. Before they swarmed her, the took into account the hurt stick she had, it was a small one that could maybe hurt a piece of the Swarm... maybe. Coiling themselves, the Alpha released a screech that shook the rafters before bursting out of the drywall an clamping on the females arm.

In that moment the Alpha looked in the meats eyes and saw the true face of fear, delicious. In a split second everything erupted into chaos as the rest of the pack joined in on the frenzy. Bursting from the floor boards, leaping through drywall, and one even crashed through the window as they began consuming the meat, limbs first as she howled and cried. The meat fired the hurt stick several times before the Alpha bit through her wrist. Rearing its head up, the Alpha leaped at the female once again. This time biting into her stomach and burrowing in, devouring her screams of pain as she fell and the feast really began.
Not super proud of my post but whatever, its super late over here.
Alarms were blaring, lights were flashing, that fire was new. Yup, Bulwark was in a bad way. After getting a glancing blow from a asteroid while passing through the belt, Bulwark was on high alert as he tired to keep his ship together. A new alarm went off, shocking him out of his little flashback. Checking the alarm it seemed he was on a crash course with not only the planet but also another ship that seemed to be in a similar situation as he was. Acting quickly Bulwark did a maneuver that he immediately regretted as a chunk of his vessel sheared off and sent him careening towards the planet at a speed most would call suicidal.

With little else he could do, Bulwark braced himself as the ship started to break apart once he hit atmo. Grabbing the steering apparatus, Bulwark did his best to stabilize the ship in some semblance of an angle. Seeing the ground rapidly coming up to meet him, Bulwark counted down 3...2...1 and braced himself for impact as his world went to black.
Groaning, Bulwark found himself hanging upside down in his seat. Giving himself a moment to collect his wits and run a basic diagnostic on himself. Moderate damage to his to his left arm, right cannon busted, and right leg mangled into uselessness. Giving a sigh, Bulwark clipped his harness and acquainted his body with the ground. Crawling towards Guardian, Bulwark changed it into a makeshift crutch and began to make his way outside the ship through a large hole that was created during the fall. Stepping outside, his optics took a second to adjust to the differences in light. Thinking to himself, Bulwark said "Great, one more thing to add the the growing list of broken body bits. Whats next? Decepticons?" While gazing around, Bulwark noticed a trail of smoke rising into the sky. Hopefully they were ok. Bulwark was about to hobble towards the smoke cloud before a hail of bullets and energy bolts connected with the ground around him.

"Me and my big mouth." Bulwark said as he cursed his bad luck before entering the wreckage for cover. Returning Guardian to its normal state, Bulwark prepared himself for battle as the Decepticons surrounded his wreckage.
Jesus Christ that took forever, Alpha is done and I hope yall like him 'cause it would suck to have to edit again.
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