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Name: Rex
Journal: N/A
Contact: email: bdc_the1st at hotmail(.)com or through pms
Other Characters Played: N/A
Series: Megaman Legends
Character: Tron Bonne
Timeline: Taken after the destruction of the Gemeinschaft in Megaman Legends 2
Personality: Tron Bonne is what you would call a mechanical genius, able to build mechas ranging from large sized airships like the Gesellschaft, medium sized vehicles like tanks, to her smaller Servbot companions. It is her vast knowledge in mechanics however which has led her to be an egotist, mocking those who are below her in terms of intelligence. In battle, Tron can be a bit over determined that she'll win the battle, throwing a tantrum when defeat is shoved into her face. In other words, Tron hates to be on the losing side of the stick and will make sure in rematches that her opponent pays dearly in revenge.
Despite her few flaws of throwing tantrums and her egotistical nature, deep down Tron can be kind and caring when she puts her mind to it. She is especially kind to her forty one Servbot companions, whom she sees as her children more than her minions. She goes out of her way to appear as a mother figure to them, praising them for a task well down and giving them encouragement. Though like all children, sometimes her Servbots displease her and her kind caring mother mode turns to that of a harsh master. If displeased by her children, Tron won't hesitate to bark out threats of 'No dinner tonight!' or 'to the Torture Room!' in hopes that her Servbots will learn from their past mistakes and give a one hundred percent performance without errors on the next mission.
Nevertheless, Tron still isn't without fault. She has a huge phobia to dogs, and even when inside one of her mecha she'll still turn tail and run at any creature remotely canine in nature. Though while she is a genius, it seems Tron cannot figure out the cause of her weird feelings to those she grows close to. Tron cannot fathom why she feels an attraction to them and often finds herself always flustered whenever she tries to come to a conclusion to the cause of such feelings. In sort, she denies the obvious signs of love.
Above all Tron values her family and herself first and foremost. If monetary gain is to be had, Tron will do anything in her power to get rich fast for the benefit of her family. She doesn't care what happens to the allies she works alongside with, so long as she receives the goal in the end is all that matters.
Background: Coming from a wealthy family, Tron started off only knowing how to live the life of luxury, with her necessities at her fingertips and never having to lift a finger in doing work. Her view on life changed after the death of her father and mother, where Tron took it upon herself to take over the role of a mother figure to keep the family together. The first few months after her parents death were rough, what with her older brother Teisel trying to secure enough money to support the family and Tron doing her best to keep their home organized. When Tron wasn't acting as a spotter for Teisel in earning extra money or taking care of Bon, she was hard at work creating her forty one Servbots in order to divide the hectic workload. Their wealthy supply of money dwindled, though when hearing about the fabled Diana's Tear, a treasure that would bring riches to the diggers who found the treasure, Tron and the Servbots began work on the airship the Gesellschaft to help in their Digout.
During the search for Diana's Tear, her brother's Tiesel and Bon were captured for random by the Loaths, a family of pirates who acted as loan sharks. If Tron couldn't repay back the one million Zenny Teisel owned in debt for building the Gesellschaft, she'd be forced never to see her family ever again. In her own power and with the help of her Servbots, Tron secured the one million Zenny by turning to piracy. With the ransom money in hand, the Loaths deemed the random was still not enough, in turn locking Tron away with her brothers so they could work off the debt by working. After battling with the Loaths and rescuing her family, Tron proceeded to continue down the line of piracy in order to make a living.
Even as a pirate, Tron's hardships in life still continued. Upon hearing about another fabled treasure called the Mother Lode, her family proceeded to attack the peaceful island of Kattelox. On Kattelox, Tron and her mecha would knock heads with Megaman, a Digger on a similar search for the very smae treasure. In those battles, Tron lost ever single one of her mechas to Megaman's meddling, and in turn grew a rivalry towards the Digger. In a final showdown between the Gesellschaft and Megaman's Flutter, the Gesellschaft Tron had worked so hard on was blown to pieces. Ever since the airship's destruction, Tron's grudge against Megaman would continue to grow.
Her troubles with the Loath family began again when her family team up with Glyde Loath in a race towards the Forbidden Island to once again find the fabled Mother Lode. In order to recover the Mother Lode, four keys were needed to unlock the secret. Having no luck with holding onto the keys, Tron along with Glyde's help build the train mehca Gemeinschaft to recover the fourth and final key. Tron's family however wanted the Mother Lode only for themselves and at the command of her older brother, Tron detached Glyde's part of the train in betrayal. In the end, Tron and family are defeated yet again by Megaman when he caused the Gemeinschaft to explode.
Abilities/Additional Notes:
- As a mechanical genius, Tron can build any number of machines and mecha her imagination can think up. She built her family's entire fleet of mecha, including the flying airship Gesellschaft.
- Behind the cockpit of her mechas, Tron is a fierce fighter and an excellent pilot. Winning said battles she engages in is another story. Her temper takes over and blinds her judgment, resulting in her downfall.
- Tron has the skills and knowledge of working in a Digout, having been a Spotter for her older brother Teisel in the past when he was a Digger. Needless to say she is skilled in navigation and reading maps.
As for items, Tron will be arriving with one of her Servbot companions (Number Forty-One) and a tool box which contains her basic tools for tuning up her machines. The tool box will contain: Wrench, screwdriver, socket wrench, blow torch, wire cutters, vice grips, cordless drill, spare rivets, nuts, bolts, etc, along with a white lab coat and a pair of glasses.
Advocate Note: No
Sample Journal Post:
[Video]
[The video opens on a teenage girl and what appears to be a knee height lego man to her left side. From appearances alone, the two seem to be in rough condition as if having survived a horrible ordeal. Both are covered in black soot, the girl trying to tidy her bangs back up under a pink head band. Her arms have scratches and cuts, some bleeding even.]
Teisel? Bon? This is Tron reporting in, can you hear me? Come on, answer me!
[Tron sighes and gives up on her hair, adjusting the collar to her jacket before folding her arms across her chest.]
Whatever, just listen! The Gemeinschaft's explosion either sent me flying off the map to an undiscovered island at impossible odds, or a certain someone couldn't navigate a Drache properly to save their lives...my Zenny is on the latter.
[Non-impressed, Tron glares down to Number Forty-One, her Servbot companion who's smile quickly fades as he realizes who the 'certain someone' she's talking about]
I'll think of a worthy punishment for you later once I get out of this mess you've made!
[As the Servbot starts to plead, Tron pushes him down out of the video's view. Clearly she isn't in a good mood right now to be sympathetic.]
In the meantime I'm without coordinates and clearly lost. This communicator was here when I came to, and it's about as useless for maps of the islands as Number Forty-One's sniveling over there. If you've stumbled across my signal, congratulations and give me a hand. Be quick about it too, I can't wait all day!
Sample RP:
The world came back to her in a hazy void as she opened her eyes, white objects in the surrounding room appearing as blurry shapes in her vision. Blinking a couple of times the room came to a vivid perfection of white walls and a sterile smell assailing her senses. She groaned in an effort to sit up in the bed she had been placed on, her head pounding as the room began to spin. Tron put a hand to her forehead to steady herself and it was then she realized the sudden pain shooting through her arm. Tron hissed as she pulled her arm into view noticing the bandages that covered her entire arms from fingers up until her elbow. Her right arm was covered in similar dressing. Turning her injured hands over slowly, Tron's memory recalled herself sitting at the controls panel of the Gemeinschaft when the final blow hit their car. She remembered having the wind knocked out of her as the train lurched to it's left, the control panel first shooting of sparks and spewing smoke. The last she could recall was a pang sound and the control panel flying to bits of shrapnel under her hands. Judging by the bandages she came to the conclusion the panel must have exploded with the rest of the train. Another good machine of hers destroyed in her face.
Tears began to spring to Tron's eyes unheeded, her hands beginning to shake as a surge of anger flowed through her body. Screaming at the top of her lungs Tron grabbed the sheets to the hospital bed and flung them violently off her to the floor then proceeded to grab any object her hands could grasp despite her injury. When her temper had subsided she was panting hard, the bandages on her arms showing fresh blood spots as they throbbed in pain. A frightened voice peeped up, and Tron turned to face her Servbot companion who stood shivering in fear. Trembling as he was he managed to voice a question.
"I-I'm fine. Just...fine" Tron's voice went back to a calming demeanor, her eyes darting the mess she had made of the hospital room. "I don't want the police coming in and arresting me while I'm down for the count. The sooner we get out of here the better. Where are my things Forty-One?" slipping off the hospital bed, she went into a crouch down beside her Servbot in a search for her items she had thrown in her blind rage. Having found her jacket and replacing it back onto her body, her Servbot held out in his hands an odd device to her. Carefully taking it into her palm Tron examined the object, a communication device. "Huh, funny it has our insignia crest but this is isn't something of my make. Well you know what they say Number Forty-One, finders keepers, losers weepers! Whomever owns it can take it from my dead body, it's mine now!" her mood started to lift with her smug remark, the smile growing on her lips despite her hardship "Whatever else you find that may be of use, take it quickly!"
Companion’s Personality: Being the youngest of his forty Servbot siblings Number Forty-One is still much a child, as denoted by his naive nature and his curious questions similar to those a young child asks. Forty-One is also a bit on the clueless side, so things tend to fly over his head a lot. Though when he asks Tron about them, he can't understand why she gets upset or angry at him. He's even a stickler for following rules and manners, shown by his ways of asking permission first and questioning his morals on whether his given task is good or bad. Forty-One is also very playful, often goofing off in his errands to have a little fun. Shiny objects easily distract him and his curiosity gets the better of him and Tron in situations. He looks to Tron as a mother figure and will do anything in his right to please her, as he hates it when she takes her anger out on him. He may be afraid of Tron when she's angry, but Forty-One does his best to provide console and comfort to her when she most needs it. He's also doesn't judge people harshly and will try to befriend his enemies if they allow it. Despite his childlike attitude, Forty-One won't hesitate to screw up his courage when things get tough just to prove to his master he's starting to grow up and be responsible.
Companion’s Abilities/Additional Notes:
-As a Servbot, Forty-One's body can withstand most punishments and beatings, however if these punishments are extreme in nature, his body will fall apart and will need to be repaired by Tron.
- He serves as Tron's scout, able to snoop around town and ask questions for the necessary information or items his master requires.
- His small size allows him to sneak in and out of tight situations to make clean getaways if he's spotted in his scouting missions.
- While he cannot pilot a mecha Forty-One works in tandem with Tron by manning any weapons on said mecha/machine or generally helps maintain the vehicle while in use.
Companion’s Sample Journal Post:
[Video]
[Number Forty-One has turned on the video to the 3Step, his face nearly taking up the entire image of the screen. Tron is nowhere in sight, nor is there her familiar grumbling or shouting in the background. However the Servbot does not seem to be in any panic, an obvious sign Tron is likely nearby.]
Miss Tron doesn't like it when I go out on missions alone, so I always go in a pair with one of my older siblings. Sometimes I go out on missions with Number One to the ruins, other times Number Thirty-Two takes me on a mission to town. Miss Tron even let me accompany her on a mission when she still had the Gustaff...
[Number Forty-One frowns after retelling his exciting tales. He's almost sad even as indicated by his smiling disappearing into a frown]
Miss Tron can't come with me because she's not in a good mood, and my siblings aren't here to make sure I don't get lost, or throw away an important find. . .Miss Tron gave me her 3Step thingy instead so I can mark down important places on the map and remember not to get lost. With no one to help me on my mission I'm afraid Miss Tron will be unhappy with me...
[The Servbot starts to make small sniffing sounds, trying his hardest not to cry]
Would one of you nice strangers like to accompany me on my mission? I don't want to make Miss Tron unhappy, I want her to be proud of me instead, and to show her how much I've grown.
Journal: N/A
Contact: email: bdc_the1st at hotmail(.)com or through pms
Other Characters Played: N/A
Series: Megaman Legends
Character: Tron Bonne
Timeline: Taken after the destruction of the Gemeinschaft in Megaman Legends 2
Personality: Tron Bonne is what you would call a mechanical genius, able to build mechas ranging from large sized airships like the Gesellschaft, medium sized vehicles like tanks, to her smaller Servbot companions. It is her vast knowledge in mechanics however which has led her to be an egotist, mocking those who are below her in terms of intelligence. In battle, Tron can be a bit over determined that she'll win the battle, throwing a tantrum when defeat is shoved into her face. In other words, Tron hates to be on the losing side of the stick and will make sure in rematches that her opponent pays dearly in revenge.
Despite her few flaws of throwing tantrums and her egotistical nature, deep down Tron can be kind and caring when she puts her mind to it. She is especially kind to her forty one Servbot companions, whom she sees as her children more than her minions. She goes out of her way to appear as a mother figure to them, praising them for a task well down and giving them encouragement. Though like all children, sometimes her Servbots displease her and her kind caring mother mode turns to that of a harsh master. If displeased by her children, Tron won't hesitate to bark out threats of 'No dinner tonight!' or 'to the Torture Room!' in hopes that her Servbots will learn from their past mistakes and give a one hundred percent performance without errors on the next mission.
Nevertheless, Tron still isn't without fault. She has a huge phobia to dogs, and even when inside one of her mecha she'll still turn tail and run at any creature remotely canine in nature. Though while she is a genius, it seems Tron cannot figure out the cause of her weird feelings to those she grows close to. Tron cannot fathom why she feels an attraction to them and often finds herself always flustered whenever she tries to come to a conclusion to the cause of such feelings. In sort, she denies the obvious signs of love.
Above all Tron values her family and herself first and foremost. If monetary gain is to be had, Tron will do anything in her power to get rich fast for the benefit of her family. She doesn't care what happens to the allies she works alongside with, so long as she receives the goal in the end is all that matters.
Background: Coming from a wealthy family, Tron started off only knowing how to live the life of luxury, with her necessities at her fingertips and never having to lift a finger in doing work. Her view on life changed after the death of her father and mother, where Tron took it upon herself to take over the role of a mother figure to keep the family together. The first few months after her parents death were rough, what with her older brother Teisel trying to secure enough money to support the family and Tron doing her best to keep their home organized. When Tron wasn't acting as a spotter for Teisel in earning extra money or taking care of Bon, she was hard at work creating her forty one Servbots in order to divide the hectic workload. Their wealthy supply of money dwindled, though when hearing about the fabled Diana's Tear, a treasure that would bring riches to the diggers who found the treasure, Tron and the Servbots began work on the airship the Gesellschaft to help in their Digout.
During the search for Diana's Tear, her brother's Tiesel and Bon were captured for random by the Loaths, a family of pirates who acted as loan sharks. If Tron couldn't repay back the one million Zenny Teisel owned in debt for building the Gesellschaft, she'd be forced never to see her family ever again. In her own power and with the help of her Servbots, Tron secured the one million Zenny by turning to piracy. With the ransom money in hand, the Loaths deemed the random was still not enough, in turn locking Tron away with her brothers so they could work off the debt by working. After battling with the Loaths and rescuing her family, Tron proceeded to continue down the line of piracy in order to make a living.
Even as a pirate, Tron's hardships in life still continued. Upon hearing about another fabled treasure called the Mother Lode, her family proceeded to attack the peaceful island of Kattelox. On Kattelox, Tron and her mecha would knock heads with Megaman, a Digger on a similar search for the very smae treasure. In those battles, Tron lost ever single one of her mechas to Megaman's meddling, and in turn grew a rivalry towards the Digger. In a final showdown between the Gesellschaft and Megaman's Flutter, the Gesellschaft Tron had worked so hard on was blown to pieces. Ever since the airship's destruction, Tron's grudge against Megaman would continue to grow.
Her troubles with the Loath family began again when her family team up with Glyde Loath in a race towards the Forbidden Island to once again find the fabled Mother Lode. In order to recover the Mother Lode, four keys were needed to unlock the secret. Having no luck with holding onto the keys, Tron along with Glyde's help build the train mehca Gemeinschaft to recover the fourth and final key. Tron's family however wanted the Mother Lode only for themselves and at the command of her older brother, Tron detached Glyde's part of the train in betrayal. In the end, Tron and family are defeated yet again by Megaman when he caused the Gemeinschaft to explode.
Abilities/Additional Notes:
- As a mechanical genius, Tron can build any number of machines and mecha her imagination can think up. She built her family's entire fleet of mecha, including the flying airship Gesellschaft.
- Behind the cockpit of her mechas, Tron is a fierce fighter and an excellent pilot. Winning said battles she engages in is another story. Her temper takes over and blinds her judgment, resulting in her downfall.
- Tron has the skills and knowledge of working in a Digout, having been a Spotter for her older brother Teisel in the past when he was a Digger. Needless to say she is skilled in navigation and reading maps.
As for items, Tron will be arriving with one of her Servbot companions (Number Forty-One) and a tool box which contains her basic tools for tuning up her machines. The tool box will contain: Wrench, screwdriver, socket wrench, blow torch, wire cutters, vice grips, cordless drill, spare rivets, nuts, bolts, etc, along with a white lab coat and a pair of glasses.
Advocate Note: No
Sample Journal Post:
[Video]
[The video opens on a teenage girl and what appears to be a knee height lego man to her left side. From appearances alone, the two seem to be in rough condition as if having survived a horrible ordeal. Both are covered in black soot, the girl trying to tidy her bangs back up under a pink head band. Her arms have scratches and cuts, some bleeding even.]
Teisel? Bon? This is Tron reporting in, can you hear me? Come on, answer me!
[Tron sighes and gives up on her hair, adjusting the collar to her jacket before folding her arms across her chest.]
Whatever, just listen! The Gemeinschaft's explosion either sent me flying off the map to an undiscovered island at impossible odds, or a certain someone couldn't navigate a Drache properly to save their lives...my Zenny is on the latter.
[Non-impressed, Tron glares down to Number Forty-One, her Servbot companion who's smile quickly fades as he realizes who the 'certain someone' she's talking about]
I'll think of a worthy punishment for you later once I get out of this mess you've made!
[As the Servbot starts to plead, Tron pushes him down out of the video's view. Clearly she isn't in a good mood right now to be sympathetic.]
In the meantime I'm without coordinates and clearly lost. This communicator was here when I came to, and it's about as useless for maps of the islands as Number Forty-One's sniveling over there. If you've stumbled across my signal, congratulations and give me a hand. Be quick about it too, I can't wait all day!
Sample RP:
The world came back to her in a hazy void as she opened her eyes, white objects in the surrounding room appearing as blurry shapes in her vision. Blinking a couple of times the room came to a vivid perfection of white walls and a sterile smell assailing her senses. She groaned in an effort to sit up in the bed she had been placed on, her head pounding as the room began to spin. Tron put a hand to her forehead to steady herself and it was then she realized the sudden pain shooting through her arm. Tron hissed as she pulled her arm into view noticing the bandages that covered her entire arms from fingers up until her elbow. Her right arm was covered in similar dressing. Turning her injured hands over slowly, Tron's memory recalled herself sitting at the controls panel of the Gemeinschaft when the final blow hit their car. She remembered having the wind knocked out of her as the train lurched to it's left, the control panel first shooting of sparks and spewing smoke. The last she could recall was a pang sound and the control panel flying to bits of shrapnel under her hands. Judging by the bandages she came to the conclusion the panel must have exploded with the rest of the train. Another good machine of hers destroyed in her face.
Tears began to spring to Tron's eyes unheeded, her hands beginning to shake as a surge of anger flowed through her body. Screaming at the top of her lungs Tron grabbed the sheets to the hospital bed and flung them violently off her to the floor then proceeded to grab any object her hands could grasp despite her injury. When her temper had subsided she was panting hard, the bandages on her arms showing fresh blood spots as they throbbed in pain. A frightened voice peeped up, and Tron turned to face her Servbot companion who stood shivering in fear. Trembling as he was he managed to voice a question.
"I-I'm fine. Just...fine" Tron's voice went back to a calming demeanor, her eyes darting the mess she had made of the hospital room. "I don't want the police coming in and arresting me while I'm down for the count. The sooner we get out of here the better. Where are my things Forty-One?" slipping off the hospital bed, she went into a crouch down beside her Servbot in a search for her items she had thrown in her blind rage. Having found her jacket and replacing it back onto her body, her Servbot held out in his hands an odd device to her. Carefully taking it into her palm Tron examined the object, a communication device. "Huh, funny it has our insignia crest but this is isn't something of my make. Well you know what they say Number Forty-One, finders keepers, losers weepers! Whomever owns it can take it from my dead body, it's mine now!" her mood started to lift with her smug remark, the smile growing on her lips despite her hardship "Whatever else you find that may be of use, take it quickly!"
Companion’s Personality: Being the youngest of his forty Servbot siblings Number Forty-One is still much a child, as denoted by his naive nature and his curious questions similar to those a young child asks. Forty-One is also a bit on the clueless side, so things tend to fly over his head a lot. Though when he asks Tron about them, he can't understand why she gets upset or angry at him. He's even a stickler for following rules and manners, shown by his ways of asking permission first and questioning his morals on whether his given task is good or bad. Forty-One is also very playful, often goofing off in his errands to have a little fun. Shiny objects easily distract him and his curiosity gets the better of him and Tron in situations. He looks to Tron as a mother figure and will do anything in his right to please her, as he hates it when she takes her anger out on him. He may be afraid of Tron when she's angry, but Forty-One does his best to provide console and comfort to her when she most needs it. He's also doesn't judge people harshly and will try to befriend his enemies if they allow it. Despite his childlike attitude, Forty-One won't hesitate to screw up his courage when things get tough just to prove to his master he's starting to grow up and be responsible.
Companion’s Abilities/Additional Notes:
-As a Servbot, Forty-One's body can withstand most punishments and beatings, however if these punishments are extreme in nature, his body will fall apart and will need to be repaired by Tron.
- He serves as Tron's scout, able to snoop around town and ask questions for the necessary information or items his master requires.
- His small size allows him to sneak in and out of tight situations to make clean getaways if he's spotted in his scouting missions.
- While he cannot pilot a mecha Forty-One works in tandem with Tron by manning any weapons on said mecha/machine or generally helps maintain the vehicle while in use.
Companion’s Sample Journal Post:
[Video]
[Number Forty-One has turned on the video to the 3Step, his face nearly taking up the entire image of the screen. Tron is nowhere in sight, nor is there her familiar grumbling or shouting in the background. However the Servbot does not seem to be in any panic, an obvious sign Tron is likely nearby.]
Miss Tron doesn't like it when I go out on missions alone, so I always go in a pair with one of my older siblings. Sometimes I go out on missions with Number One to the ruins, other times Number Thirty-Two takes me on a mission to town. Miss Tron even let me accompany her on a mission when she still had the Gustaff...
[Number Forty-One frowns after retelling his exciting tales. He's almost sad even as indicated by his smiling disappearing into a frown]
Miss Tron can't come with me because she's not in a good mood, and my siblings aren't here to make sure I don't get lost, or throw away an important find. . .Miss Tron gave me her 3Step thingy instead so I can mark down important places on the map and remember not to get lost. With no one to help me on my mission I'm afraid Miss Tron will be unhappy with me...
[The Servbot starts to make small sniffing sounds, trying his hardest not to cry]
Would one of you nice strangers like to accompany me on my mission? I don't want to make Miss Tron unhappy, I want her to be proud of me instead, and to show her how much I've grown.