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| Teisel Bonne; I'm a decider!! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 2 2011, 11:18 AM (441 Views) | |
| Spark Mandrill | Apr 2 2011, 11:18 AM Post #1 |
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Character Name:Teisel Bonne Gender:Male Race:Human Faction:Bonne Family Sidekick:n/a Image: http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb2006...2/27/Teisel.jpg Quote: “How many times do I have to say this?! I’m the one calling the shots ‘round here!” Appearance: I’m a guy standing at average height, with long ilvery white hair that’s tied back. I’m almost always wearing green armor and red goggles. Oh wait, there’s a picture of me, isn’t there…? Likes: Tron Bonne Bon Bonne Pizza His “action figures” Being the leader Dislikes: Being had Being treated like a dumbass Seeing his schemes consistently bottom out Lex Loathe Glyde Pros: One of the best pilots this side of Neo Arcadia Means the best for his family Retreats, but never gives up Cons: Not exactly quick on the uptake Or shrewd Oh hell, he’s a dumbass The living definition of figurehead leader Background: The oldest of the family, took it upon himself to look after his family after their parents died. To that end, Teisel and Tron founded a courier business, where they made a modest living shuttling and ferrying packages big and small all over the Earth. Unfortunately, trouble reared its fat, onion-like head in the form of Lex Loathe. Young and naïve, Teisel blindly purchased a used, rusted-out, deathtrap of a cargo ship called the Gessellschaft, thinking it was a steal. Despite the odds, Teisel was able to pay off the ship while Tron remade it into a whole new technological marvel. But that didn’t stop Lex from trumping up “interest” rates that soon overwhelmed Teisel to the point of bankruptcy. Impressed at how Tron was able to breathe life into the bucket of bolts he originally sold Teisel, Lex held him hostage until Tron relinquished the Gesselschaft. Not taking this lying down, Tron had her servbots infiltrate Lex’s lair and spring their gullible brother. On their way out, Teisel, and the rest of his family made off with some of Lex’s “hard-earned” money, ores, and weaponry meant for his thugs, leaving Lex empty-handed, and his pockets lighter. Emboldened by their success, and hoping to strike back at Lex once more, Teisel urged his family to abandon the courier gig in favor of the life of piracy, which they readily and heartily agreed. Since then, the Bonnes have become some of the world’s most notorious pirates, armed with nothing but their unyielding persistence, and whatever they can take. Personality: The three words that describe Teisel best are “eccentric”, “determined”, and “stupid”. Teisel acts as “leader”, mostly because he insists on it. He’s always cooking up a new invention for Tron to whip up, or some heist for his family to pull off. But when Lex Loathe is able to bluff him, there’s only so much he has to offer. He’s also pretty moody, easily frustrated and knows how to hold a grudge, even moreso than his sister. Especially towards Lex Loathe. He’s not overly fond of Mega Man either. But Teisel’s a little more lenient towards Megaman since he suspects Tron has feelings towards him, even if she won’t talk about it. To his credit, Teisel is not without his strong points. He is every bit as good of a pilot as he says he is. When the Bonnes need to make a quick getaway, or if there’s new invention Tron needs to be tested, the Bonnes are all too happy to let him take over. And he’s not an evil person at heart. He’ll put the needs of his family before even himself. Whether it be Tron, or even the whiniest Servbot, Teisel will stick up for them to the bitter end. He understands that all they have is each other and that they have to stick together if they’re going to make it. While far from sagacious, he does provide crucial emotional support for Tron when she needs it most. And some of his schemes actually do work. But that’s mostly because he has Tron acting as his lynchpin. Nonetheless, the rest of the Bonne Family don’t take him seriously at all and see him as the puppet leader he is. But they at least know that his heart is in the right place, even if his brains aren’t. Weapons: Teisel carries a laser pistol just in case he’s cornered. But his real weapons of choice are the huge multitude of vehicles, tanks, and mechs he and Tron have constructed. Some of which he keeps onboard the Gesselschaft. However, most of them are warehoused in a location known only to him and the Bonnes. I could go over all powers, abilities and technical aspects of his toys. But I’ll take the lazy way out and just simply reveal them over the course of the RP. Powers and Abilities: Teisel’s just a regular guy with no real powers to speak of. You’ll see what his toys can do later. Tidbits and Trivia: I was chanelling BW Scorponok for this one. Sample of how you will role play this character: Tisel sat in the seat of Marlwolf at the end of a tunnel, waiting impatiently for his marks. Everyone and their mother in the underworld had at least heard about Swindle, that giant self-proclaimed arms dealer from Cyberdom, or whatever he came from. And everyone also knew that he sends out a gaggle of his drones to the corners of the universe to pick up his merchandise at the end of every month. For months, he and Tron tore apart every corner of the Earth, trying to find where Swindle’s errand boys hook up with their employer with all those new toys. And not long ago, Tron couldn’t help but notice an odd number of red sedans and race cars hitting the rural Route 4 just northeast of Arcadia on the 29th and the 30th of every month. The plan was simple: Servbots #08, #31, and #39 would come up alongside the covoy in the blumebears and box them in. And once they got to the tunnel, Teisel would close the trap with the Marlwolf, and give them nowhere to run. Or at least they would, if they ever showed.... “Well?! Any sign of them yet?” Teisel grumbled, impatiently tapping his fingers on the console. “Nope! Nothing yet!” Servbot #31 answered. Sighing, Tiesle threw up his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Oh come on! This isn’t exactly what I call rush hour!” he griped, pounding the armrest. “Screw this…” Still grumbling, Teisel reached under his console and pulled out a fistful of official Crimson Twilight action figures. Grabbing Burstgirl and Shademan in each hand, he crouched down beneath the console and had them hop about along the steel surface inches from his face. “Oh, Shademan! I find myself strangely attracted to that Teisel Bonne! He’s so smart, attractive and not stinky!” Teisel mimed in a high voice. He tried pushing the figure’s arms to her chest, but the articulation was so loose, the arms wouldn’t stay in place. “But Burstgirl! He’s a pirate! He’s no good for you! And you have a restraining order against him,” Teisel replied in a deeper voice. Shademan’s torso wobbled a bit, almost as if it would come off again. “I don’t care! I was wrong! I can’t go on another minute without him! Teisel! Oh my sweet Teisel-“ “-Teisel! Mr. Teisel! Where are you?!” Servbot #08’s voice called over the com, its high voice eerily similar to Teisel’s mock-Burstgirl voice. In a panic, Teisel bolted back up into his chair, frantically tossing the two action figures aside. Looking in the monitors, he could see a convoy of red sedans racing down the highway. They were completely surrounded by the blumebears, just as he hoped. But the sedans seemed to be faster than the tanks, and were steadily gaining distance from them. The three tanks tried firing machine gun bullets ahead of the sedans and cut them off. But three of them had weaved around the bullets and had a clear shot at the tunnel. “Hang on, boys! I’m coming!” Teisel assured, as he stepped on the gas. Thick trees splintered and shattered as Teisel barrelled his excavator mech through the light forest. As he came to the road, he could see one of the sedans a couple yards from the tunnel and closing in fast. Grabbing one of the splintered trees with its digging arms, the Marlwolf hurled it like a javelin, skewering the car just before it could get to safety. The other two sedans swerved and skidded, hoping to avoid the goliath. But Teisel casually scooped up the duo in both of Marlwolf’s claws and pitched them at the incoming convoy. The two front most cars wound up pancaded, littering the highway with glass and twisted steel. The last two cars quickly transformed into robot mode and opened fire with their chestcannons. Theoretically, Teisel designed the Marlwolf to withstand the blast equal to 400 lbs of TNT. But there was no reason to put it to the test if he didn’t have to. Teisel easily deflected the plasma shots with the digging claws and retaliated with energy orbs from its fingers. The plasma orbs hit the drones square in the chest, dropping them like sacks of potatoes. “That’s how it’s done boys!” Teisel boasted, pumping his fist. “Alright, it’s pay day!” “I think it’s a new record!” Servbot #31 answered, as he and the rest hopped out of their tanks and marched towards the wrecked cars. But as they popped the trun, all that came out were cardboard cutouts of various rifles, guns and weapons. Widee-eyed and jaw gaping, the servbots opened another trunk, only to find more cutouts inside. “At last, you boys can retire and give up this life of crime,” a smooth voice called out. It came from one of the downed drones. All of a sudden, one of the drones Teisel shot earlier casually stood up. It suddenly flickered and changed colors, to that of a dark yellow and purple, boxy robot with a small, sly smile. “Mirage beam cannon,” Swindle explained, nodding to a white, conical device mounted on his shoulder. “…Naturally, I keep the good stuff for myself. And some of my more valued customers.” “Oh no! Swindle’s got us!” #039 gasped, backing away in terror. “The one and only!” Swindle replied, his grin widening as he pointed at the drones. Scowling, Teisel rolled in front of the trio of frightened Servbots, the Marlwolf’s digging claws and bared and glowing. “You think you can play the Bonnes for suckers like that?! Those days are over! And I mean it this time!” Teisel called out over the loudspeakers. Swindle simply chuckled lightheartedly. “Do I look particularly upset with you? I never even liked these drones. A little light in the processor, even for drones. That’s why I sent them to meet you,” Swindle explained, not even bothering to turn around to shoot the other drone. “Sent to meet us…?” Teisel repeated. “…How’d you know we were going to knock over your shipment?” “Oh, did you really think it was about the shipment? It was the bait. The shipment you’re looking for came in last week. It’s you guys I wanted. How else am I supposed to reach you?” Swindle explained, pointing at Teisel. “I have to say, I’ve been around the universe, from Marklar to the Ford Galaxy. And it’s not often I get to see marvels like these…” Swindle noted, lightly tapping the Marlwolf’s claws. “…And I’ve always had a soft spot for family-owned operations. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy in the spark. Especially this one. How’s this sound: I’ll give you guys a little store credit.in exchange for any one of your masterpieces. Your pick,” Swindle proposed, smiling at the Marlwolf’s cockpit. Teisel’s eyes went wide. “…M-My masterpieces…?” he repeated, choking on his own spit. “Well, certainly not theirs,” Swindle replied, pointing to the servbots. “…No offense…” Teisel felt like he was walking on cloud nine. This guy was about to hand over anything Teisel could ask for, and all he had to do was give him the schematics of the Marlwolf, or the Focke-Wolf or even a mere Blumebear! Any number of weapons for the price of one! How could Teisel lose?! Then Teisel had an image of Tron in his head shooting him the stinkeye and shaking her head. Tron said a couple times that she didn’t trust Swindle after watching his broadcasts, now matter how persuasive they were (how could she not think those firefogs weren’t a bargain?). But also, now that Teisel had a chance to think about it, he remembered Lex Loathe using the whole ‘family-owned operation’ razamatazz himself. Suddenly, the offer didn’t sound so sweet. “That’s really nice of you, Swindle. But we’re going to have to pass,” Teisel asserted, folding his arms. He kept a finger on the triggers just in case Swindle lost his friendly demeanor. Instead, the arms dealer simply laughed again. “I get it. I guess you find your way a little more…sporting. Your call,” Swindle conceded, shrugging his shoulders. Reaching into his chest compartment, Swindle dropped a data disk onto the back of the Marwolf. “Here’s my card. Give me a ring if you change your mind. And just so that you don’t walk away completely empty-handed…” Swindle reached into his storage dimension once more and set down an astro blaster next to the data card. “No hard feelings, guys. You all have a nice day!” With that, Swindle transformed back into Humvee mode and rolled out, leaving the crushed, smoldering corpses of his drones behind. “…Oh well…We did our best…” #008 noted to himself, sighing. “At least Mr. Swindle was nice to us…” #039 whispered, sitting down listlessly. Teisel frowned as he watched the servbots mourn their loss. These guys deserved better than just one lousy gun and a business card for doing their best. And maybe Teisel didn’t have an interstellar arsenal, but Swindle did leave them something else. “…Buck up, guys. Why don’t you look through the rest of the convoy? They might still have weapons we can salvage!” Teisel offered. “And see if that other drone is still in good shape! It’s a transforming robot! Maybe Tron can use it for our next ride! It’s inspiration if nothing else! Throw anything we can use in the back!” “Yes, Teisel!” the servbots cheered as they went to work sorting through the twisted wreckage for anything worth having. Teisel smiled. They may not’ve won, but they didn’t lose either. And maybe they didn’t get a whole new arsenal, but Teisel knew they could make this work. They’ve had jobs that offered way less than a token grenade launcher and dead transforming robots, and they walked away just fine. Why wouldn’t they now? Still smiling to himself, Teisel hunkered down and grabbed the Shademan and Burstgirl action figures. Unfortunately, the Shademan action figure broke in half again. Shrugging, he put both halves on the console with Burstgirl standing over Shademan’s torso. “Yay! Now nothing can stop me from reaching my beloved Teisel! Not even that stupid restraining order! Hang on my sweet, manly Teisel! I’m coming!” |
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| Metabad | Apr 2 2011, 01:12 PM Post #2 |
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I have no pupils and I must scream.
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So you've channeled G1 Scorponok for Berkana, and BW Scorponok for Tiesel...how many versions of Scorponok are you going to channel, man? =P Approved! |
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| Hunter_Chameleon | Apr 2 2011, 02:31 PM Post #3 |
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The Communist Merc
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Well, according to this page, he has Energon Scorponok (close to G1 ... I guess), the Movie one, and the two other ones (Transtech and Animated) are just cameos. So ... he has two left. Approved.
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Various death threats : -I hAfE SoO mAnY iDeAs, I cAn'T cHooSe ! -Let's share ! -For Megatron ! -Mind if I play accordion? -You're already dead. -Seconded. -Step aside, commoners ! -I-I'm new at this d-death threat stuff. -... Huh? -Let us write the stuff of legends ! -Bow to Alpha ! And from higer-ups : -Crush the Alphas ! -With any chance, it won't earn you a place in my Tome of Grudges, lad. -Pray I don't let the bloodthirsty ones handle the issue ! Gyahahahahaaa ! -Decepticons : Operation : rock. -I, Cruellock, shall rip you apart, wot. -It was written, and I am merely Fate's pen. -And when they're all done, I'll make you all better ! | |
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