Posts by orion pax

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    Orion never even remembered having parents. Did his species work like that? They must of, he did have a brother after all. Wherever he may be. He supposed it would have been nice to know his parents, but it would have made everything worse if it all went the same way it was going right now. Shaking his head, the snow leopard cub approaches the wolf and cranes his neck to look up at him. "Hello. What is your name and business with ColouredClan?" Bluestreak chirps nervously and scurries between Orion's paws.


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    //whoop no muse



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    Favorite Character Overall:
    Favorite S/HP:
    Favorite Female Character:
    Favorite Male Character:
    Most Developed Character:
    Most Unique Character:
    Saltiest Character:
    Sweetest Character:
    Friendliest Character:
    Forever Alone Character:
    Resident Hero:
    Resident Villain:
    Favorite Canon Ship:
    Favorite Non-Canon Ship:
    Best Crack Ship:


    HALLOWEEN IC CATEGORIES
    The Character With The Costume No One Else Understands:
    The Character Who Completely Forgets To Wear A Costume:
    The Character Who Comes Dressed As A Witch:
    The Character Who Comes Dressed As A Mummy:
    The Character Who Comes Dressed As A Vampire:
    The Character Who Comes Dressed As A Werewolf:
    The Character Who Shoots Pumpkins From A Cannon Somehow:
    The Character Who Is Nice Enough To Actually Hand Out Candy:
    The Character Who Puts Dog Droppings In Bags Full Of Candy:
    The Character Who Decides They're Too Mature For Halloween:
    The Character Who Cries When They Drop Their Candy:
    The Character Who Makes Others Drop Their Candy:
    The Character Who Runs Around Stealing Candy From Children:
    The Character Who Doesn't Get Any Candy:
    The Character Who Always Gets Candy:


    OOC CATEGORIES
    Most Active:
    Most Museful:
    Most Laid-Back:
    Friendliest:
    Funniest:
    Craziest:
    Cinnamon Roll:
    Sinnamon Roll:
    Spoppiest:
    Favorite Overall:



    still doesn't know anyone enough to even properly fills these out but decides to try it anyway



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    His red and blue gaze moved on. "Ah, no, he's not blue. He reminds me of an old friend, so I offered him the name. He seems to like it." It was easier to talk about his old friends lately, as he had gotten used to being here and taking care of an organic body. He still had the tiny hope in the back of his mind that one day he would return home, but as for now he had moved on to accept that he could very well be stuck here for the rest of this life. "Thank you again... I'm sorry, what's your name?"




    Even while it was quite cold, he was able to endure it. With his fluffier coat, he could withstand it more than his friend Bluestreak. After having gotten used to this body, he learned to appreciate a bit more. Especially since he grew out of his squeaky, childish voice. He wondered what would have happened had he ventured here with his mechanical body? Perhaps the circuits would freeze or something awful as that.




    And yet another cheery person. He was grateful for the welcoming and friendly atmosphere. Before he hadn't liked the idea of being in a clan, because he was still stuck on finding a way home and didn't like becoming attached to anyone here. But, mentioned before, it was different now. He was still wary, but now he was actually looking forward to meeting the rest of the clan. "Redlipstick... the human product females use on their faceplates? An interesting name. A pleasure to meet you as well, Red. I'll take you up on that offer. Though, may I ask what is a head paladin?"




    //i feel like this post wasn't organized well ah
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    Orion sighed. Yet another start-over. With the knowledge that he would most likely be here until the end of this body's life, he wanted to find a place to settle and call home. Yet, the last two had not been so. With another deep breath, he stepped just over the border, adjusting the star saber strapped across his back. He cleared his throat, glancing around the area. "Hello?" Bluestreak squeaked, as if trying to repeat their owner's call. The sugar glider huddled on the snow leopard's chest, buried in his thick fur with tiny hands intertwined and hanging on until they knew it would be safe to come down.


    [spoiler=you taught me the courage of stars before you left - updated 01/21]how light carries on endlessly even after death
    ♢ optimus prime | "orion pax"
    - ex-autobot
    ♢ intersex, identifies as male
    - 6 million years old | looks about 6 months
    snow leopard cub [current]
    - one red, one blue eye | eyes glow depending on injuries and health
    with shortness of breath you explained the infinite
    ♢ glowing ; eyes bright when healthy/dim when injured/off when
    - multiple possessions ; ability to possess an organic body
    ♢ future powers ; conjuration, wind elementals. w.i.p.
    how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
    ♢ single
    - unknown orientation
    ♢ has a pet sugar glider named bluestreak
    - wields the star saber
    i couldn't help but ask for you to say it all again
    ♢ physically easy
    - mentally easy
    ♢ attack in bolded #E02E2C
    - no kill | no maim | pm for capture
    ♢ needs mentor
    i tried to write it down but i could never find a pen
    voice | biography | plot | optimus prime from transformers prime

    TILL ALL ARE ONE

    Kiddo. Orion grimaced. He was far from a kid and yet this form was the exact opposite. He didn't exactly like being addressed as a child, but he usually didn't say anything about it. It would be the same time this time around. Ichigo was intimidating to the snow leopard, however he knew he was there on peaceful terms and so he had no need to worry. A light smile formed, "No, I'm not lost. In fact, I would like to join HawkClan." He paused, rolling his shoulders back. The saber sometimes was a struggle to carry, becoming heavy after a while. Even though it seemed to scale to his current body, it still was slightly too big for a child to carry around. "I'm Orion Pax. The sugar glider is Bluestreak. If I don't introduce him, he becomes irritated."


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    ♢ optimus prime | "orion pax"
    - ex-autobot
    ♢ intersex, identifies as male
    - 6 million years old | looks about 6 months
    snow leopard cub [current]
    - one red, one blue eye | eyes glow depending on injuries and health
    with shortness of breath you explained the infinite
    ♢ glowing ; eyes bright when healthy/dim when injured/off when
    - multiple possessions ; ability to possess an organic body
    ♢ future powers ; conjuration, wind elementals. w.i.p.
    how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
    ♢ single
    - unknown orientation
    ♢ has a pet sugar glider named bluestreak
    - wields the star saber
    i couldn't help but ask for you to say it all again
    ♢ physically easy
    - mentally easy
    ♢ attack in bolded #E02E2C
    - no kill | no maim | pm for capture
    ♢ needs mentor
    i tried to write it down but i could never find a pen
    voice | biography | plot | optimus prime from transformers prime

    GENERAL INFO.

    ✦ Optimus Prime | "Orion Pax" | Male [ he/him ]

    ✦ 10 months [physically] | 6 million years [spiritually] | October 21st | Real Time

    ✦ ColouredClan | Member

    ✦ Previous: RiverClan, DarkClan, ShadowClan

    ✦ Former Autobot/Transformer | Cannot speak Cybertronian unless in mech-dog body

    ✦ heavily based on: Optimus Prime from Transformers Prime and pre-Age of Extinction OP


    APPEARANCE.

    Snow Leopard | primary | reference | Health: 100%

    — An average leopard. He stands about 21 inches at the shoulder and weighs roughly 100 pounds. His fur is the typical off-white with black spots pattern. His right eye is blue and his left eye is red. Around both forepaws, there are several burns in the pattern of 'cuffs'. He has several scars on his belly and right shoulder.

    — eyes glow depending on health

    — wields the star saber, usually strapped to his back

    — current body

    INJURIES none


    ✦ Mechanical Border Collie | secondary | reference | Health: 100%

    — A mechanical canine built to look like a Border Collie. Roughly 22 inches at the shoulder, however about 150-200 pounds due to the fact that it is made of metal. The majority of the armor plating is red and white, with light blue biolights. The helm is a darker blue, which also accents in the shoulders and chest. There is a bright red Autobot symbol on the chest and its eyes glow the same light blue as the biolights.

    — eyes glow depending on health

    — considered his 'birth body'

    INJURIES none


    PERSONALITY.

    LAWFUL GOOD

    — wip

    caring | protective | loyal | sociable

    stubborn | observant | courageous

    — [likes]

    — [dislikes]

    DISORDERS: none


    RELATIONSHIPS.

    ✦ Single | No crush | Asexual, biromantic

    ✦ ½ of nothing

    ✦ NPC x NPC

    ✦ No apprentice/mentor

    ✦ Has a pet sugar glider named Bluestreak


    INTERACTION.

    ✦ Hard physically | Medium mentally | Attack in / tag this account

    ✦ Does not look for trouble, but will not hesitate to fight given the right reasons

    ✦ Will kill in self-defense and the defense of others | Will not torture

    Orion forgot how fragile these bodies were. Don't feed it for a few days, it protests. Cut it the wrong way and suddenly everything stops working. Limbs were not as easily replaced and he found that even eating too much could hurt it. It was hard keeping up with it, and he always tried dealing with it carefully. Unfortunately, today he forgot.


    He tripped and fell. It was just a little fall. A mech wouldn't even feel a dent in his metal from it. Maybe a few scratches on his plating at the most. The organic body, however, did not think it was just a little fall. He had slipped in some mud and tumbled right into the river that acted as their border. How stupid, right? The fall was enough to break his left foreleg, causing it to bend in an unnatural direction. The right leg was just twisted and bruised, but even that still hurt. He had to bite his tongue to hold in the involuntary yelp of pain. And continue doing so as he awkwardly hauled himself out of the river.


    Orion missed his mechanical body at times like this.


    Lifting his head from where he collapsed on the river's shore, soaking wet with sand and dirt sticking to his pelt, he did his best to get a hold on his surroundings. The sense of smell was a plus, he could always smell things he could not see. Such as the scent markers. Oh, Primus. He was hurt and trespassing. It was not a good day for the ex-autobot. The sudden realization, however, that his sword was not strapped across his back and the chattering of his friend, Bluestreak, was missing, caused him to jump. Against the protest of the burning in his leg, he pushed himself up with his twisted paw and stood unbalanced, swaying. He wouldn't try walking on the broken leg, so the paw stayed above the ground.


    He only had to limp a few pawsteps until he spotted the hilt of the Star Saber peeking out of some plants several feet away. Bluestreak, the sugar glider, was hiding in there as well. When they saw their caretaker standing there, they let out a shrill chirp and leaped from the bush. They landed in front of the snow leopard, then scurried up his leg and settled in between his shoulder blades.


    "Blue... you're... alright, hm?" There was a quiet bark in response. Good. His next biggest concern was finding out where he was, and what to do to fix his broken leg. He had only been a medic-in-training when he was with ColouredClan, so coupled with the fact that he was originally a robot, he was useless at the moment. With a heavy sigh, he turned - hissing when his twisted paw flared up in pain again - and scanned the area. "Hello?