Hello, this is one of the first times that I've built with Bonkle, so bear with me here. However, I consider myself pretty skilled in CCBS. Check out the pictures, and then read the lengthy Bio and how this guy fits into the BIONICLE Story!
This is his standard pose.
But what's this?!?!
Yes, stored Nynra Ghost Blasters! Along with a handy plasma staff!
This is a back shot with blasters up.
I'm quite proud of this MOC. It really just started with me wanting to swap heads with my old Self MOC (Next Photo)
This is the original version of my Self MOC, using only CCBS.
Millions of years after the reformation of Spherus Magna, all Toa, Glatorian, Agori, Matoran, and any other sentient species have either died off or been interbred into the new superspicies, the Spheron. This species naturally separated intoelemental groups of Fire, Ice, Rock, Sand, Water, Air, Jungle, Lightning, Magnetism, Plasma, Sonics, Gravity, Vacuum, Iron, and Psionics. The Fifteen Tribes lived in harmony for several hundred years after evolution was complete, yet war was inevitable. In order to prevent war over territory and even petty disagreements, the Elders of the Spheron tribes called upon the rituals of old, and developed a grand Arena at the central city of Spheri Nui (created around the fractured head of the Makuta Robot), where the greatest warriors of Spherus Magna would settle disputes in a melee death match. This was the way for thousands of years, until one came along who rained champion for 5 whole years: Thrainus, of the Fire Tribe.
He was nigh immortal in combat, and was so skilled that near the end of his role as a gladiator, he faced deadly rahi instead of actual competitors. However, Thrainus himself was hollow in his gladiator days. For not only did he slaughter hundreds of other gladiators, but he payed the price that all gladiators did: he was a slave to his people. You see, on the reformed Spherus Magna, any who commit crime are sentenced to become a gladiator. The only thing that keeps them going is that if they live for 5 years, they shall be released. Thrainus was the first ever gladiator to do this. Once released however, he put his life of crime and murder behind him, and quickly rose through the ranks of Fire Tribe politics as a newly reformed pacifist and philosopher. Once leader of the most powerful Spheron tribe (due to his victory in the Arena) he sought to tear down the Arena and turn it into a place of gathering for the tribes, where decisions would be made through thought and intellect. He achieved these dreams, and brought about the Thousand Year Peace, gaining even more popularity.
But as peace lasted, populations grew, and supplies dwindled. The Spheron sent pods into space to search for new planets to inhabit, yet none ever returned. The Ice Tribe became impatient, and after so many years of peace, they attacked a supply convoy of the Jungle Tribe. Hoping to prevent war, Thrainus called together a meeting of all 90 tribal Elders. When he got there, he noticed that there were roughly half of the Elders there. After hours, the Ice tribe finally showed up; but as an ambush. They fired there weapons, killing a dozen Elders before the rest could run to safety. When Thrainus returned to his village with news of two tribal Elders passing, he had no choice but to declare war. And thus, the Great War for Spherus Magna began.
Thrainus chose not to abandon his pacifist ways entirely however, because he instructed his troops to kill only when necessary. He allied with the other tribes who had been ambushed, and discovered that the ones who had not had joined Thrainus. The mysterious tribe of Psionics decided to disappear into the mountains, and has not been seen since. Thrainus chose to let the other Elders direct the main war, and decided he would win with strategy rather than force. He founded the Knights of the Spark, an elite unit of stealth troopers, and led them as their Captain. The Knights took out strategic targets like supply lines and power plants, again killing only with necessary. To suit his new needs in combat, Thrainus managed to silence a pair of concealable Nynra Ghost Blasters, and contracted his allies, the Plasma Tribe, to make a batch of humless plasma blades. He also exchanged his bright red armor for a cloaking dark red armor set. Finally, as was customary in wartime, he donned a Great Kanohi, passed down for generations. He chose the Hau, and thus required no shield. Him and the Knights were a force to be reckoned with. Sometimes great battles were won or lost because of their strategy, and Thrainus, grudgingly, was forced to take a large role in the Great War for Spherus Magna.
The Spheron are still fighting today, with casualties on both sides, and only Mata Nui knows when they will stop. This is a curious time in the Tale of the BIONICLE. Will all resemblance of past legends fade into myth, with the entire Universe being devoid of the life that killed itself off? Or will the Three Virtues of Unity, Duty, and Destiny prevail?
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