Post by Highnote on Apr 25, 2012 16:29:24 GMT -8
THE PLAYER
Main Account: Irobashi
Other Characters: Charrie Log------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name: Hightnote
Nicknames: 'Note
Age: 18-20 in human year standards
Gender: Femme
Route: Undetermined
Alignment: To her trine only, she has yet to meet the other factions of the war.
Status: Seeker, musician, tactical aid
Stats
Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Courage: 6
Firepower: 0
Speed: 9
Rank: 4
Endurance: 7
Skill: 7------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILSShe stands at forty five feet tall. Her optics are actually well guarded by her helm, though, the extra protection is futile. The lenses over them help this visually impaired femme see. With a generally small upper body in comparison to her full mass, one will notice the long, very large bulky legs she often uses to shield herself. Weapons they would be if she did not choose to remain peaceful instead, her wings split and sit behind her upper back. Long and bulky, almost like her legs, towards the bottom of her arms a light is built into both armor above the hands. The can be activated at any time.
One thing that will catch your eye, the writing about her form. Really it is quite similar to that of Cybertronian, the style off. "I vow never to harm life. I will forever look upon the light in the dark and never will I abandon the wisdom that has been granted to me by love and understanding. I will look on with empathy and chivalry. I invite death before I allow the innocent to face the dark alone.------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- Music
- Her trine-mates
- The peaceful escape of meditation.
- Being able to agree on something with others.
- Calming a potentially violent situation.
- The safety of being with her trine.
- Her instrument and voice
- Learning more
Dislikes:
- Violence; being caught in a fight.
- Having her instrument taken away.
- Being completely alone, unknowing of her trine's location.
- Being grounded.
- The idea of harming another.
- When things go horrible wrong.
- Seeing her siblings harmed.
- Being accused of cowardice. If anything, she believes she is brave for not walking about with weapons. Without throwing a single punch to ward off attackers.
- Having lost near everything, her safe haven.
Personality: The peace keeper, something you could refer to her as without the worry that your decision needed to have been given doubt. You can tell a Paradronian by the way they see things separate from other Cybertronians. Paradronians tend to look at the world in a very artistically rich way. Everything has a beauty to its concept. Some believe in its message, others its appearance that defines its radiance. There are a select few that go far passed this, into the very heart of the universe itself, and thrive within it, holding its power in their own hands. These wise, peaceful, live loving mechs and femmes never ever abuse the power that they have been allowed to hold within themselves. Highnote herself has never met the others, but she cannot possibly be the only that sees what she sees, can she? Far passed her fellow trinemates, she has heard the whispering wisdom of Primus, the beliefs within her own mind that she has picked up within her meditations of zen and inner peace. She knows that Cybertronians and Paradronians alike were meant to live in peace, meant to see far more than the harm they did upon themselves and others. Though she won't preach it often, she is perfectly fine with spreading the teachings of what she has found by collecting inner zen. Highnote sees many different patterns, the energies passed the life, the life itself that has passed and what shall pass on.
Her speech seeming rather proper and precise, her accent takes on a bit of an Irish air. Overall she seems to have a Celtic feel about her and her gentle ways. Most of the time her soft voice is there to give others a gentle hand when it comes to their inner struggles. Her words of wisdom are meant to cushion blows and to direct others from the dark, foreboding path of wrong. Highnote believes that everyone has right to a free trial, never showing prejudice or true hatred toward anyone. No one is to be judged unfairly or in an unjust manner. All have their flaws, their quirks, it is what makes us different. Passion, aggression, greed, a need to please, a need to hang to reason and logic, a deep depression, all experience their own troubles. Whether or not they dwell on them or use them to their advantage, in the end, it is your current actions that separate you from the rest. In the moment of truth, when Highnote is watching, she is awaiting to see what kind of person you have decided you are. Who you choose to be. Once you choose wrong before her and change your mind later, you will have to work to regain trust.
The optics below the corrective lenses have seen some things that she would've preferred to never have witnessed. To remain innocent in a way, at peace, loving the life she had with her siblings. Often if letting herself dwell on it for too long, a heavy, sickly sadness clings to her Spark. So heavy it struggles to hold on, sinking its claws in farther in order to do so. Tearing at what is already lost at the hands of knowledge and the glitch that is Firefly’s flaw. She does not blame her trine-sister in any way. “It is of no one’s fault. The way our universe works is at times, hard to understand. Everything is there for a meaning and a purpose. Perhaps with bad intentions, or, meant for a greater good. It depends on how you look at these experiences.” She often sees the silver lining in the worst of situations. If scorned for falling hopeless, she will likely shake her head at her own actions before stepping in in agreement to aid her comrades in what needs to be done.
She tends to express her thoughts and feeling through her music and song. She has a very gentle, beautiful, and breathy singing tone that carries far with wings like a white doves. At times her thoughts will linger off and blossom into something else far different. Going from a saddened rain mood scene to Requiem For A Dream violin style. When she gets into the energy it shows. Often Highnote will not hold still for anyone, releasing the spirit of the music through body movement as well, propelling it further forward. Most of the time it is very so like her to be silently trying to think, a few notes here and there riding off of her instrument. Soon, blossoming, voice adding in in a way that fills the crevices between the bricks of the piece and helps it build into something greater. Those of you rock lovers out there, do not doubt her “musical powers”. Violin will not dampen it, often, it can make it a bit more boss. Taking it from being on the Viking shores to a battle erupting between you and a Siren on said shores, facing off through voice whilst trying to withstand the storm that has been unleashed.
A stubborn wisdom about her, the little whisper in her mind that she had earned, willing to die for her vows. What vows are these?.. You may notice the tattooing about herself here and there, words of promise. She shall not bring harm upon another. She is there to protect at the cost of herself and being, in a way that will end with herself taking the bullet rather than counter firing. One will notice that Highnote carries not a single form of weapon and will always say nay to violence. If reached out to, it is very likely that Highnote would travel far in the field of healing and medical science. Whether to patch up the wounded physically or mentally.
When one is to see her seated and deep within meditation, she is in her own mind, her own being. Often it feels much like some sort of Asian culture therapeutic water garden in there with the sound of her own song playing if she does not wish for complete silence. While in this state everything else outside is unseen. Though it would be unappreciated, one could try scaring the holy terror out of her in these moments. Doing so can bring a bit of damage to her Spark and likely she’ll want to be around you less and less.
If she doesn’t fight, then what role does she play? You could say tactics when planning out things for her comrades or giving them a verbal helping hand. Often if those two were to be fighting, she would go in from behind to try and restrain someone or try her luck at messing with controls if perhaps the fight is indoors.
Strengths: With her own moment of calm and pure zen, she often finds her own peaceful vibes reaching out to others. Able to try and keep the calm in this way.
Her vows and their promising properties give her the ability of further insight and the control of her own body and mind. Highnote has reached out and grasped the knowledge that others often pass by as pointless if they see it at all. Mind over matter one might call it. She’s able to use the energy supply from the main points of her body where Energon runs as a sort of psychokinesis.
Weaknesses: The problems that come with the ability of her psychokinesis would be the energy it uses up in the end. Often she will use it only in moments when it is truly needed. If she were to keep it going for far too long, she would eventually kill herself by using her Spark as an energy source. Though this technique and ability is mighty, it comes with the etched vow. One must never use this to harm another or for selfish intentions or they will lose all.
Highnote is blind. Something actually not quite common in Transformers, but, she is. The lenses above her optics help to correct her vision.------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family:
Sister: Firefly
Brother: Windsong
History: Highnote lived with her trine-siblings and the small cat-like creature Firefly referred to as both Starclaw and Kitty. At first after Firefly had her fit and ended their creators in a very brutal and violent manner, Highnote had stayed behind in complete silence. Her optics had been opened to a violence that she wished could have gone unseen forever. She stayed, for now, going over everything through meditation within her own mind, and the one who had been teaching her for some many vorns now. Eventually, she took in a deep breath, and went after the two.
Days had one been simple and filled with joyous wonders. She had spent most of her time with both of her trine-mates and seeking further knowledge and wisdom; insight. She had gone so far, only, for the events to cut into the path abruptly. She blames Firefly not, believing that all things happen for a reason. Accidents happen, mistakes are made. It is only in vain if one does not learn from them.
Highnote has finally traveled, spending a bit of time in space, lost, now having finally found Earth. At first, she landed somewhere within the green land of Ireland. She observed their culture for a bit, before forcing herself away in order to search for her siblings. She knew they were on the ball of life, perhaps, they too could feel her presence.------------------------------------------------------------------------------IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Weaponry: None
Extra: She carries what appears to be the hybrid of an electric keyboard and violin.------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT METhe silence was only silent to those who could not experience what this one did. What was a dark, shady cell to others, was a calm, peaceful image of home. The home she wished to return to, to forgot that this place ever existed. As if this place held no truth and the structures within her own mind were the only reality here.
She had a hunch of her painful, cruel demise which was to come. Of course, nothing was ever certain, not to be set in stone. The waters of her true world trickled down, creating a lovely song of peace around her. She took in a calm, joyful breath, letting it vent out slowly and soothingly. She sat upon the metallic structure of the garden, the top of the steps before the tower open to all seekers for flight. Pegs were even built in for those without such freedom. She took in the details of home once more, knowing full well, it was the last time she would see it before the leader of these Decepticons decided to devour her very soul. He would engulf this place with her. Had he no idea what many vorns of knowledge lay within her Spark? What she held within it? No, but she hoped it tasted bad.
For now, the silence, was her friend. The one that would accompany her to the very end. The one that never caused her harm, or placed harm upon others. Silence was so fragile a mere word could break it. Yet, strong enough to come again once everything was said and done. If one could look at the delicate silence, they would see what true wisdom was before their murderous eyes.
