Here we go again: Chapter 2.

Player Information
*Name/Alias: Cloud
*Your Journal: cloudymirage
*Age: 24
*Contact Information: AIM: Lemonheadrocky, MSN: scarletbruiser@live.com
*Characters already in the game: N/A

Character Information
*Character Name: Mirage
*Character Canon: IDW
*Age: 4.5 million years old
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: Between All Hail Megatron 7 and 9, right after entering the CR chamber after being beat to scrap by Ironhide.

*History: TF Wiki entry

When the war broke out, Mirage joined the Autobots. Thanks to his ability to render himself invisible, however, his alignment was always put into question. He was implicated any time something he was involved in went wrong, and sometimes even things he wasn't involved in, such as an assassination attempt on Blaster. Still he worked hard and ignored everyone, proving himself time and again to be a loyal spy.

Millions of years of spying for various parts of the Autobot army, and where did it get him? Traitor status. He was one of the best, but it didn't help him when, at their lowest point, he was fed false information and accused of being a traitor by his teammates, and consequently beaten into a pulp by the hot-headed Ironhide. And that brings us to now, Mirage remembering nothing after being ushered into a CR chamber and waking up in this foreign yet familiar place.

*Personality: Mirage  comes off as arrogant, secretive, and prideful. He treats most of the Autobots with respect, provided they haven't done anything to get on his bad side, knowing that each and every one of them has earned it in ways he never would have thought before.

He's always been a very guarded person, trusting very few people, never really letting anyone get close, aside from a small chosen few. Relationships have never been something he's interested in, his trust issues hampering this, and he tends to be a bit of a loner for the most part. He's the 'Look at but don't touch' type and will not hesitate to give someone a sharp look if they try to hang on him or anything of that sort.

Mirage tries to be proper, always presenting himself as a gentlemech. Once upon a time, Mirage's frame was important to him, and he kept it in pristine condition. No longer. It's not easy when he's spending weeks behind enemy lines invisible or holed up in cramped places gathering intel for the war effort, sometimes getting shot at, blasted, scuffed, etc. Despite the tolls of war he still does his best. After all, when all else has been taken away what does one have but their own frame?

Underneath all the walls is a fairly easy going mech that really does just enjoy the simple things in life. While he may seem like he's not listening, he tends to always know what's going on with those around him. Once in a while a bot might catch him in an act of compassion, making a small gesture of sparing a few words to comfort a bot in need. Despite the show Mirage puts on at times, he's a bit of an introvert, much more content to just stay by himself rather than around those that might consider him a friend--he honestly doesn't consider most people his friends simply because he doesn't let himself get too attached--and at times can get uncomfortable when there is too much attention centered on him. (He's good at hiding it though and playing it off.)

He is a quiet bot, using words sparingly. The thing he wants the most is to see the end of the war and for everyone to return to their relatively happy lives. Probably his best-kept secret is that after he was educated about the Decepticon cause, Mirage wonders if he would have preferred to join them. Sometimes he even has dreams about it while he's in stasis or recharge. The 'what ifs' haunt him, and it wasn't made any better when he was beaten to a pulp and called a traitor. Why not just become a traitor as they said? Peace through tyranny doesn't seem so horrible, as long as he's near the top.

*Powers/Abilities: Invisibility, experienced sniper, experienced spy, hand-to-hand combat experience, transforms into a formula-1 racecar.

*Inventory: Custom Sniper Rifle, shoulder-mounted Electro-disruptor (invisibility machine), 1 week energon ration pack.

*Starting Polarity: If Amalgamous Prime becomes available that could be interesting.

If AU, how does your character differ from canon?: Mirage being "high society" comes from G1.

Writing Samples
*First Person Sample: Optional Prompt: Your best friend/ally/accomplice/favorite minion has gone missing, and you suspect they're on the planet somewhere. Make a broadcast that indicates your need for their return, and describes this individual to help others identify them.
[A soft click and the white noise associated with the background of recordings is the only indication the recording is even playing. Mirage doesn't want to be seen right now, so audio will have to do.]

This place is... unusual, to say the least. So many strange people gathered here. Autobots, Decepticons, humans... Some I recognize, others I don't. [This wasn't what he intended to be speaking about. He shook his head to put himself back on track before he continued.]

I apologize, I didn't mean to ponder aloud so long. I am Mirage, an Au- [A pause. A mere second to everyone else, an eternity to Mirage as he considered what he wanted to be called now.]

A non-aligned Cybertronian. Since this place seems to be such a deposit for wayward mechs and other beings I thought I may as well send out this call. I am searching for someone, a former teammate of mine. His name is Hound. Many Autobots may know him, but for those who are not familiar, he is a green mech of average size. His alt mode is an all-terrain vehicle, and when he is in root mode the grill of the vehicle becomes his chest. He has a deep love of alien cultures and species, so I imagine he might be found around humans or other non-indigenous species. If anyone has a lead to his whereabouts, I would be deeply appreciative to be informed.

[The recording ends as quietly as it begins, unceremoniously leaving the listener in the same state of noise or quiet as they were before they selected to play the audio file.]

*Third Person Sample: Optional Prompt: You wake up in the middle of a vast, unfamiliar, rocky terrain, underneath a strange sky. Who do you call for? What do you do?
Yellow optics flickered on, Mirage coming to in the eerie half-dark of a familiar, yet foreign world. His last memories, large black fists connecting with his plating again and again, dashed through his processor and he climbed to his feet quickly as though ready to dodge another blow. But none came, and as he looked around, he realized he was alone. Completely. And by the look of the place as he turned in a slow, cautious circle, it might be a while before he found anyone at all.

“Hound?” he called out, worried that maybe he'd call the swarm to him, but the green mech really would be useful if he was around. Hound could always navigate any world, no matter how alien. Giving the atmosphere a moment to absorb his words, he decided the open wasn't a good place. Invisibility took too much energy to maintain when he wasn't sure how long it would be before he found a friendly face or a source of energy again. And there were other ways to remain unseen. A rocky outcropping did fine for now, Mirage keeping his back to it and his head below the ridge. No one would see him, and no one could sneak up on him.

So where was everyone? And where was he for that matter? Yes, they thought he was a traitor, and Ironhide had done what everyone was probably thinking. But did that mean they would ship him off to some alien planet and maroon him there. His optics scanned the terrain and the horizon. The stars were the only light provided, though he did think he might see a bit of light off to the north. It was his only chance, really, to hope that was a civilization and not just the rising of this planet's sun. In any case, there was nothing here, and traveling might be his best chance to find something, anything. Transforming into alt mode, Mirage zoomed off toward the glow on the horizon.

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