-Upon Cybertron's battlegrounds there are feared wreckers, combiners and even minicons who could make armies tremble- -But there is only one, only one who could make Megatron enforce a retreat- -It wasn't just Optimus that made him afraid- -There was another- -Someone who held the war in her palm- -But she knew better-

{Name}
There are many names for her. Some degrading, others meant to bring fear. She used to be someone known as Ultima Magnus. Nowadays there is only a single designation all know her as. That is Shiftchanger.

{Nickname}
Where do we begin with nicknames. Unfortunately there is just too many to list. The three most common nicknames branded upon her protoform, are the commonly used are The Forthcomer, Tempest and to those closest to her. Just plain Shift.

{Age}
The Forthcomer has been around since the beginning of the Cybertronian council, she was there when Megatronus spoke his first speech, she witnessed Cybertron's fall towards darkness. She aided in the riots, the gladiator battles for survival. Some say she is older than Optimus Prime and Megatron combined. An ancient one.

{Faction}
It is impossible to know who exactly she sides beside. She battles for neither side. Only fighting for death and destruction itself. Some say she is more dangerous than Soundwave. No one knows that she one resided with all factions. She started out as a Decepticon desperate to be more than gutter trash, than she bloomed into a wandering wrecker, crushed down into a simple scout and engineer for the Elite Guard. Then she was a pawn for the Autobots. After years of jumping from faction to faction. She realized that to survive that she had to bear no court of arms. No matter the brands already scarring her protoform.

{Gender}
Ironically enough some mecha think she is a mech. With how she hides herself in thick cloaks, covers her features behind a glass visor. It becomes a shock when she shows herself as a femme. She was forged as one and nothing would change that. Despite the many forms she has taken, the many frames she's turned herself into she's always a femme. It's her only comfort. Knowing that.

{Species}
A shadowic nightmare born from the pits itself, is a commonly known title she bares. Ratchet himself marked her as not even Cybertronian but a terracon. Nothing more but a solider walking around in an empty shell. She is neither. Shift has been a forged spark since the beginning.

{Subgroup}
Being a shapeshifter makes it quite impossible understanding such a question. Shiftchanger prefers hiding in beast like forms, creatures only seen in the underground of Kaon. Sometimes she never chooses her original form. Jumping from frame to frame instead. But from the beginning she's always been a forged monoformer. Neither grounder or seeker.

{Sexuality}
Shiftchanger may be sparkless, and yet she holds the most gentlest spark. However she is as cautious as a wounded rabbit. She never lets anyone close. Not even herself. If she ever had the chance, she loves anyone, anyone who see her more as a Cybertronian than a weapon of mass destruction. In which is quite rare.

{Love Interest}
There have only been a few cases of any mecha getting close. Only a handful however. If anyone was to prove not a threat, someone worthy being called trusted. Then she might just let her walls go down. Falling in love was never easy after her sparkmate turned sour.

{Occupation}
Shiftchanger fitted herself into any rank, there was few things she couldn't do. In some factions she was a better scout, a better sniper or a better war planner. But she much preferred being underground, hidden, missions that required silence. Much like the infamous spec ops. The only rank she liked wearing with pride.

{Looks}
Shift is quite different from the Cybertronian's around her. The femme was forged neither a grounder or a seeker, rather she was the first naturally created monoformer. A monoformer who looked nothing like those around her. Her frame was both built to endure war but she still carries the form of a gladiator, covered in numerous scars she never covered up. There are no wings or wheels upon her back. Rather there are four rectangular metal plates folded on each shoulder blade, each one is highlighted by biolights. Shift covers her frame with a heavy duty armored cloak. It hides the two blades sheathed on her back, the three smaller knives tucked around her waistline and the dangerous orbs connected around her belt. Despite having no alt mode, she has two wheel wells inside her heavily braced pedes and curled around her arms are different sharp metal strips. If needed they can become a backup whip blades. It is her faceplate however that remains a mystery. Once covered by a battlemask and a single visor band around her optics, in the future she changed to a full faceplate visor. Behind it is her mangled, scarred faceplate. Destroyed by those she trusted. Though she has not two but four optics. Colored the softest orange colour, unfortunately the optics on her left were completely destroyed and the one on the right was covered by a Decepticon brand. Upon her hollowed cheekplates is a single Autobot brand. Her helm itself is quite beautifully decorated with angel wing like audials, glowing biolight strips adorning the back of her helm.

{Personality}
Shift is a femme of few words. In fact she doesn't like talking in the slightest, during the war's worse fallout. She promised herself to never speak another word. To never allow anyone to take advantage over her again and use her words against her. Despite it all the femme is secretive, dangerous and an enigma. She never lets herself be seen, never lets anyone close, most times she hides in empty frames and fake masks of other bots. Though deep below is a spark far too tired for war, a spark who is tired of fighting. No matter how the stories speak of how cruel, cold sparked she is. She still holds gentleness even when it'd been destroyed. Countless of times. It only made her wiser and far more cautious of both the world and it's mecha.

{Short History}
So many stories are tied to her. There is only one that holds the truth. It all began with one Council Member who knew too much of the truth. The fifth seat of Cybertron, someone known as Ultima Magnus a femme born in the darkest pits of Kaon. She was known for her gentle servos and her too bright spark and processor. She ruled with her Cybertronians as one. Unlike her brethren who sought after power, power only. They were once all linked together. Ultima Magnus fought beside her mecha in the very pits, she treated the injured rusting away in Dead End, she gave knowledge to all curious little sparks who came to her. Her kindness is what left her to fall. Her kindness that allowed a darkened spark to take hers and rip it asunder. That spark was named Unicrona. The last vessel of darkness itself. Unlike the other council members. She ruled with great destruction. But to her Magnus she only saw the side she wanted her to see. A saddened, broken femme who had Cybertron on her shoulders. In the beginning their love wasn't always a twisted malice. They were bonded. They ruled together. Battled together. Bled together. Even forged a single spark. A life that never got to see the world they destroyed. It was Unicrona's betrayal that left Magnus stranded on her own path. Beaten and broken. Once she had from what she needed from her. She cut all ties connecting them. Their bond. Their spark. She thought she left her offlined husk. But what she didn't know she only ignited something powerful. Something Megatron found great delight in exploiting. Using Magnus' rage to tear apart paths, worlds, cities in his own name. Not knowing each cycle. Her spark grew heavier, her processor ravaged by her wrong. It took so much of her spark to part ways with the darkened lord. Even more to allow Optimus Prime to show her a better light. But even that light flickered away once she realized just how much the Prime was truly not a saint. Her spark became cold. Broken. Only ever pieced together when she found her truth path. A path that lead her on her own. Once banded together by friends. Friends she trusted. Friends that now painted her frame in their blue energon. There she swore to never open her spark again. To never speak another word of her anger. She only fought to keep on going.

{Weapons}
Shift carries a rather small amount of weapons despite her title of weapon master. There is only a great sword forged with her sparkling's life in the hilt upon her back struts, multiple small blades created with the finest cyberiron hidden in a small panel of metal on her thigh. From time to time in a serious situation she has flash grenades, energon rations and a small field kit when it is necessary. Her biggest weapon is the A.I system she built inside her own helm. Her own ship former she forged with her own servos. Someone named T.E.C.H.N.A. She is her optics and audials in the worst of situations. Her getaway ship and her only home. Then there are the metallic strips weaved around her forearms and around her waist. They can be either used as a backup whip or something to help grapple her around silently.

{Family}
No matter how much she tried her spark is weak. She found others she simply couldn't let go of. Mecha and femme who she trusted more than herself. There was a wrecker, a rouge Decepticon turned Autobot. An Autobot once the sparkling of Megatron. A seeker forgotten in the stars. Another femme who held the designation from an organic history. There were many of them. Too many to count and too many not to forget. Her most special sparks are her little minicon's she saved. One was a mech who was torn apart into two as a punishment. Another is a cyber wolf tamed from the very sea of rust. The other her dear cyber vulture she rescued from Soundwave himself. Even if she was cruel to her. Shift still loved Unicrona, she still loved the sparkling she never held and Optimus, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and even grouchy old Ratchet. Her spark has always been an Autobot. But she always found comfort in the void she let herself fall prey to.

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