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I didn't know that the rules about Semblances were that strict. In my honest opinion, it was clear with my character that I'm not trying to make a clone of Blake's character and I was taking careful measures to avoid copying any existing RP or RWBY characters. So having part of it called a copy was a "WTF" moment for me. I don't like being confrontational, Scarlet's personality is actually a close match to my real-life personality, I just get extremely invested in my characters, which is why I only get into about 2 RPs a year, 3 tops.
If you will still allow me to be a part of your RP, you can be assured that I am not trying to copy any character or their abilities (other than the 1st YT video I linked).
I give up. Personally I don't see any resemblance and I don't have any will to redesign my character after having it crushed.
Not that it's going to help save my character, but this was what I was modeling Afterimage after:
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oSCPkRQrOs](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oSCPkRQrOs) (Ability at just past 0:44)
In contrast to Blake's Shadow semblance:
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4REfVDtqo0](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4REfVDtqo0) (Semblance just past 1:15)
So, in my honest opinion, the two abilities are nothing alike.
Apparently this character was a copy of Blake.
I'll be trying to create and post my character tonight. It will be a hybrid warrior/gunslinger type, and hopefully no character has "taken" my planned Semblance. :3
> Come on in, Stella! As for people, have no fear. At the height of chapter 1, we had 20 active people at once and a 3-man waiting list.
Sweet, thanks! Just so you know, Thursdays and Fridays are my busiest days. I'll begin researching for my future character and have it ready sometime late Friday/early Saturday.
Still extremely interested in RWBY as the day I first discovered it. I notice there's quite the long list of players, so I was wondering if you're still accepting new people and if it would cause any problems? Thanks.
Having just woken up minutes earlier, Optica sat upright on the side of an examination table as a number of Autobot medical staff shuffled about around her. The last of the needed repairs to Optica's injuries were just completed. Optica carefully and slowly flexed each of her limbs, feeling good as new. The most peculiar of her limbs was her tail appendage which she hadn't noticed since she first emerged from her stasis pod. The metallic-looking tail felt sturdy and powerful, yet light and flexible, as she tested its full range of movements with a series of quick sweeps. The tail's independent targeting systems granted Optica vision of her surroundings in addition to her main optics as she swiped around with her tail blade, something she knew would take some getting used to.
"Well, looks like you're up and about." Ratchet's voice called to her as he entered the medical bay. Taken off-guard, Optica looked up, quickly returning her tail to its resting position behind her as soon as she realized she was too immersed with examining the features of her tail appendage.
"So, what's the situation up there? Sitting around here and listening to the giant bot's stories was boring me out of my processors." Optica asked the medical chief as she casually jabbed a thumb towards the large Autobot sitting peacefully nearby. His name was Sklog, as she remembered him calling himself. The Autobot didn't strike her as particularly bright, and she had wondered if his dim personality was due to past injuries or if that was his simply his normal self. Still, the bot seemed physically impressive and able to handle himself in heavy combat situations.
"Optimus is still working with Teletran-1 to get an idea of our current situation. We've just detected an unknown object crash-landing nearby. Optimus also believes the Decepticons may have crash-landed on this planet with us, and if they've woken up before we have, we may have a serious situation on our hands if we don't act quickly."
Immediately, Optica stood up straight, her tail blade lightly waving behind her with anticipation.
"Why wasn't I contacted about this? I'm on my way now." Optica snapped impatiently, immediately breaking into a brisk march towards the exit, although her path was promptly blocked by Ratchet as he moved himself in front.
"Woah. Where do you think you're going, kid? With your memory loss, you're in no shape to be going anywhere, besides, Bumblebee and the others can take care of themselves just fine out there."
"Look, you know as well as I do that my memories aren't coming back. You and your medical team haven't been able to retrieve a single scrap of information out of my memory banks since I woke up here. We don't know what's going on out there, and for all we know, the Decepticons could be mounting an assault on this location as we speak. I might not have my memories but I still have my skills. I can take care of myself, so move yourself out of my way or I will get past you regardless." Optica's thin supply of patience was long gone, having been stuck in the ship's medical bay from the moment she woke up from stasis lock.
Ratchet sighed, knowing that it would be hopeless to reason with Optica's stubborness. It was a miracle that he and the other medics were able to successfully revive Optica from her stasis lock and help her recover from her injuries, but this Autobot seemed too eager to risk away all her good luck.
"There's no use convincing you otherwise is there? Alright kid, if you move quickly, you may be able to catch up with Bumblebee and the others. They're heading to a location about 2000 clicks south of here. Though before you head off, it may be a good idea for you to update your vehicle mode to avoid any unnecessary attention from the planet's indigenous species." With that said, Ratchet shook his head in resignation again and moved away to tend to the other Autobots requiring his attention.
"Thanks, and don't you worry about me. I'll be back." Optica said in farewell, not bothering to turn to look behind her as she took off out of the medical bay.
"Well, looks like you're up and about." Ratchet's voice called to her as he entered the medical bay. Taken off-guard, Optica looked up, quickly returning her tail to its resting position behind her as soon as she realized she was too immersed with examining the features of her tail appendage.
"So, what's the situation up there? Sitting around here and listening to the giant bot's stories was boring me out of my processors." Optica asked the medical chief as she casually jabbed a thumb towards the large Autobot sitting peacefully nearby. His name was Sklog, as she remembered him calling himself. The Autobot didn't strike her as particularly bright, and she had wondered if his dim personality was due to past injuries or if that was his simply his normal self. Still, the bot seemed physically impressive and able to handle himself in heavy combat situations.
"Optimus is still working with Teletran-1 to get an idea of our current situation. We've just detected an unknown object crash-landing nearby. Optimus also believes the Decepticons may have crash-landed on this planet with us, and if they've woken up before we have, we may have a serious situation on our hands if we don't act quickly."
Immediately, Optica stood up straight, her tail blade lightly waving behind her with anticipation.
"Why wasn't I contacted about this? I'm on my way now." Optica snapped impatiently, immediately breaking into a brisk march towards the exit, although her path was promptly blocked by Ratchet as he moved himself in front.
"Woah. Where do you think you're going, kid? With your memory loss, you're in no shape to be going anywhere, besides, Bumblebee and the others can take care of themselves just fine out there."
"Look, you know as well as I do that my memories aren't coming back. You and your medical team haven't been able to retrieve a single scrap of information out of my memory banks since I woke up here. We don't know what's going on out there, and for all we know, the Decepticons could be mounting an assault on this location as we speak. I might not have my memories but I still have my skills. I can take care of myself, so move yourself out of my way or I will get past you regardless." Optica's thin supply of patience was long gone, having been stuck in the ship's medical bay from the moment she woke up from stasis lock.
Ratchet sighed, knowing that it would be hopeless to reason with Optica's stubborness. It was a miracle that he and the other medics were able to successfully revive Optica from her stasis lock and help her recover from her injuries, but this Autobot seemed too eager to risk away all her good luck.
"There's no use convincing you otherwise is there? Alright kid, if you move quickly, you may be able to catch up with Bumblebee and the others. They're heading to a location about 2000 clicks south of here. Though before you head off, it may be a good idea for you to update your vehicle mode to avoid any unnecessary attention from the planet's indigenous species." With that said, Ratchet shook his head in resignation again and moved away to tend to the other Autobots requiring his attention.
"Thanks, and don't you worry about me. I'll be back." Optica said in farewell, not bothering to turn to look behind her as she took off out of the medical bay.
@rocketrobie2 If you'd like to post go ahead, it will be a short while until I have time to post, sometime within 24 hours or so. If you need to, you can assume the ship's medical staff are working on the rest of Optica's repairs.
I'm still here and check here every day. If the RP continues you can count on me being around.
"Sir, I'm reading life signs in this stasis pod. They're weak, but stable."
"Thank Primus, one made it out intact. Quickly, open up the pod, we might not have much time."
The soft, muffled voices continued to speak frantically back and forth as each of Optica's systems came back online, and her awareness of her surroundings slowly increased. Her first realization was that she was confined within a darkened, suffocatingly-tight space with no memory of how she ended up there. In fact, she found that she could not recollect anything at all, except for one word that softly echoed in her mind... "Optica."
A word? No, there was no meaning attached to the word. A name? Perhaps, there was some distinctive importance to it. Was it her name?
Concluding that "Optica" was indeed her name, Optica refocused her mind on her present situation. Was she a captive, trapped within a tiny cell of some sort? Did those voices outside belong to her captors? With feelings of uneasiness threatening to overtake her thoughts, Optica's survival instincts immediately took over. Reflexively, her hands reached to her sides to retrieve a pair of plasma pistols as her "captors" began prying open the cover that confined her to this tiny space. As soon her optics sensed light, Optica sprang into action to defend herself.
"Woah, what the - "
"Who are you and where the hell am I?! You have five seconds to give me a fully satisfactory answer, or I will pull these triggers!" Optica angrily demanded as the barrels of her pistols pointed unwavering at the two unknown robots standing before her.
"Easy, easy there! Friendlies! Put those weapons down." One of the robots exclaimed in shock, with one hand raised in surrender, while the other simply stood rigidly still in fear.
"Three seconds. Speak quickly." Optica calmly spoke, although her patience was wearing thin. Not that she had much of it to begin with.
"Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer. You're on board the Ark. You sustained heavy injuries on Cybertron and were placed in emergency stasis to save your life. Now please, put those weapons down before someone ends up as a slag heap."
"Medical officer? What's a medic doing with a gun?" Optica retorted as she eyed the robot's right hand tentatively hovering above the weapon at his hip. Although she showed no hint of hesitation at Ratchet's hurried explanation and her weapons remained raised, Optica struggled to sift through the haze in her mind that clouded her memories.
"A necessary evil in times of war... and a precaution." Ratchet replied, slowly moving his right hand away from his weapon while keeping his other hand raised.
"Sir! What are you doing? What if she's a Decepticon?" The other robot next to Ratchet exclaimed, caught off-guard by his superior's actions.
"Calm down, can't you see the insignia on her shoulder? She's an Autobot, one of us. Her systems didn't take too kindly to extended stasis, it seems."
Her optics quickly darted to her right shoulder, and sure enough as Ratchet explained, there was a distinctive red insigna printed on her upper arm. The same symbol was imprinted on the other two robots' chassis.
"Autobots? Decepticons? Cybertron...? Damn it all... looks like I'm out of the loop on a few things." Optica replied with a sigh of relief as she finally put down her plasma pistols. The absence of her memories remained unsettling, but with the earlier confusion solved, she was finally able to somewhat relax. The other robot took this opportunity to scamper away into a nearby corridor, leaving behind his superior.
Ratchet chuckled at Optica's understatement of the century. "Kid, you picked one hell of a day to wake up from stasis."
"Thank Primus, one made it out intact. Quickly, open up the pod, we might not have much time."
The soft, muffled voices continued to speak frantically back and forth as each of Optica's systems came back online, and her awareness of her surroundings slowly increased. Her first realization was that she was confined within a darkened, suffocatingly-tight space with no memory of how she ended up there. In fact, she found that she could not recollect anything at all, except for one word that softly echoed in her mind... "Optica."
A word? No, there was no meaning attached to the word. A name? Perhaps, there was some distinctive importance to it. Was it her name?
Concluding that "Optica" was indeed her name, Optica refocused her mind on her present situation. Was she a captive, trapped within a tiny cell of some sort? Did those voices outside belong to her captors? With feelings of uneasiness threatening to overtake her thoughts, Optica's survival instincts immediately took over. Reflexively, her hands reached to her sides to retrieve a pair of plasma pistols as her "captors" began prying open the cover that confined her to this tiny space. As soon her optics sensed light, Optica sprang into action to defend herself.
"Woah, what the - "
"Who are you and where the hell am I?! You have five seconds to give me a fully satisfactory answer, or I will pull these triggers!" Optica angrily demanded as the barrels of her pistols pointed unwavering at the two unknown robots standing before her.
"Easy, easy there! Friendlies! Put those weapons down." One of the robots exclaimed in shock, with one hand raised in surrender, while the other simply stood rigidly still in fear.
"Three seconds. Speak quickly." Optica calmly spoke, although her patience was wearing thin. Not that she had much of it to begin with.
"Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer. You're on board the Ark. You sustained heavy injuries on Cybertron and were placed in emergency stasis to save your life. Now please, put those weapons down before someone ends up as a slag heap."
"Medical officer? What's a medic doing with a gun?" Optica retorted as she eyed the robot's right hand tentatively hovering above the weapon at his hip. Although she showed no hint of hesitation at Ratchet's hurried explanation and her weapons remained raised, Optica struggled to sift through the haze in her mind that clouded her memories.
"A necessary evil in times of war... and a precaution." Ratchet replied, slowly moving his right hand away from his weapon while keeping his other hand raised.
"Sir! What are you doing? What if she's a Decepticon?" The other robot next to Ratchet exclaimed, caught off-guard by his superior's actions.
"Calm down, can't you see the insignia on her shoulder? She's an Autobot, one of us. Her systems didn't take too kindly to extended stasis, it seems."
Her optics quickly darted to her right shoulder, and sure enough as Ratchet explained, there was a distinctive red insigna printed on her upper arm. The same symbol was imprinted on the other two robots' chassis.
"Autobots? Decepticons? Cybertron...? Damn it all... looks like I'm out of the loop on a few things." Optica replied with a sigh of relief as she finally put down her plasma pistols. The absence of her memories remained unsettling, but with the earlier confusion solved, she was finally able to somewhat relax. The other robot took this opportunity to scamper away into a nearby corridor, leaving behind his superior.
Ratchet chuckled at Optica's understatement of the century. "Kid, you picked one hell of a day to wake up from stasis."
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