Ilmawing - Robot Form

This is my Random Blitzwing entry for 's TFA Techno-Organic Contest. I might add on or change things later in her bio.


Organic Name: Ilma
Meaning of Name: Ilma is “air” in Finnish.
Cybertronian Name: Ilmawing or Airwing

Age: 18

Personality: Ilma was originally a human. Airwing was originally a protoform that crash landed on Earth pretty badly. This caused the protoform to become damaged. The two merged, giving the girl a multiple personality, with slight schizophrenic tendencies. She has both some long and short term memory loss that pops up now and again, as well as becoming a little crazier than she originally would have been. If you ask her where she came from, she’ll let you know in her own way that she has no clue! She’ll change subjects on you if she doesn’t remember something, which is kind of funny. She sounds very childish when she speaks sometimes, which causes both humans and robots alike to think she is younger than she actually is. At other time she can be very mature, especially if she is concentrating hard on something. She says random things such as a fruit or whatever she’s thinking, which causes her to be scolded by the other Decepticons. She can be very kind or very ruthless. She also is very clumsy when she looks like an organic. On the other hand, when in robot mode, she is very graceful and agile in the air. She giggles a lot when she’s not talking which is another reason for others thinking of her as childish. She can have tendencies to be very violent, destructive, and evil. At other times, she seems like a sweet innocent child.

Likes: She loves messing around with the other Decepticons. As an organic, she developed a fondness for greasy foods and sweets. Her biggest sweet that she always wants is chocolate. One of her favorite things to do when she isn’t causing pranks on Decepticons is causing trouble for the Autobots. For example, if it were Bumble Bee driving by without a care, she would plant an oil spill near the entrance or somewhere that can’t be missed without causing a wreck. Then she would hide on a building and watch through some binoculars she stole from a random souvenir store, snickering all the while watching the poor Autobot slide everywhere. She also loves things she can make little trinkets out of to make things such as necklaces.

Dislikes: Ilmawing dislikes the Autobots themselves, but loves to leave them confused for words and angered. She also dislikes when everyone insults Blitzwing’s random side because she takes offense to that. As a human, she comes to dislike spinach, broccoli, and much more human food. When in robot form, she hates it when she trips after her transition from human to robot is complete, which happens every time.

Bio: Ilma was once just like any other teenager in Detroit. She was care-free, fun, playful, and much more. The only thing that was different for her is that she had no friends all for two reasons. She talked about random things every time she was around someone and sometimes it was a subject that wasn’t quite the most comfortable to talk about in public. The other reason she didn’t really have friends is that she isn’t that outgoing in the esteem/reach out for help apartment. But that was about to change…
One unfortunate day, she was walking home from the gym that her family, especially her mom, forced her to go to every day so she “wouldn’t become a fat, ugly vermin instead of the perfect hourglass, daughter of the neighborhood”. She loved to exercise a lot, but not forcefully because then it’s no fun. Suddenly spotting a glint in the edge of the river bed, Ilma clumsily went down the river bed’s side, slipping every few steps but managing to not slip into the fast-paced river. The object she saw before glinted more brightly in the sunlight and Ilma squealed in delight. “Another thing to add to my collection for trinket making”, she thought in pure joy. She loved making things even though her parents disapproved. Her siblings just ignored her except for when she was in trouble, so they wouldn’t care. As she slipped back up the river bed, an object from outer space sped through the atmosphere glowing in the darkening evening sky. Ilma slipped at the top, but scrambled up in fear she would slip in the river. She collapsed on the ground from exhaustion and thought franticly about how upset her mother would be because of how late she would be home. She stood up after a few minutes, just in time to be hit by the glowing object directly in the back. She yelped and fell face forward into the dirt as the glinting shard implanted itself into her hand.
A few seconds later, the protoform started glowing with a silver aura and the shard glowed in a blinding, bright blue light. Ilma screamed in pain for a few minutes as she started changing without her knowing. Only a few seconds later, the screaming stopped and the shard’s light turned into a dark, bloody red. Unbeknownst either part of this new being, a series of evil giggling emerged from their vocals. The being stepped out of the crater by the river bed, eyes glowing in deep hatred. This new body slowly developed armor in assorted colors. It was now that Ilma had now started thinking as two different beings. The other “side” of her kept the giggling up as Ilma had started developing a deep seeded and hidden hatred for her family. That was her main obstacle to get rid of. She headed home, ready to commit homicide. When nightfall approached, her mission was completed.
Ilma gathered her belongings from the scene of mayhem, not caring that her “family” was a bloody, skewed mess Out of nowhere, a gray figure stepped out of the shadows of the trees grinning widely in a cat-like fashion. Offering Ilma the one chance of a lifetime to join her in her conquest of Autobot and human extermination, Ilma gladly accepted, as she had never had a friend before and was eager to have one. Leaving the bloody scene of a house, Ilma took one last look at her “home” and blasted it into pieces with a laser gun with a grin of complete loss of sanity. House exploding like an atom bomb, Nekotron and the newly declared form Ilmawing left in a very good mood, Ilma walking an excited gate. Wings were slowly developing on her back. And thus, Ilmawing was born…


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