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Hi everybody, I just wanted to briefly display my collection of mctoran to you all! Feel free to share your own mctoran collections, I would love to see them, as well as to read your comments and thoughts. http://i61.tinypic.com/2cgizpl.jpg KO-KORO http://i61.tinypic.com/28veryq.jpg TA-KORO http://i59.tinypic.com/2dwgcxx.jpg PO-KORO http://i61.tinypic.com/2ahw048.jpg LE-KORO http://i62.tinypic.com/23kby55.jpg GA-KORO http://i59.tinypic.com/2eds74z.jpg ONU-KORO Thanks for viewing! Edit: Images linked; please keep embedded images in BBC to 640x640 pixels and 100 kB, about. -Wind-
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Hello everyone, I am searching for the components for a project I'm currently working on and I am in the Market for a few Jala McDonald's sets as well as a light blue Pakari. If you you couldn't guess I'm recreating MNO Jala and Takua for my project. Now at this moment I'm kind of on a budget and I can't afford any high prices. Otherwise I'd just go to amazon and not bother you guys. But it is what it is. here are the parts I'm looking for 1 yellow Kanohi Hau 1 Light blue (is that the correct color for Takua?) Kanohi Pakari 2 McDonald's Matoran heads 3 red McDonald's Matoran bodies 3 red McDonald's Matoran arms non-throwing 3 red McDonald's Matoran arms throwing 6 yellow McDonald's Matoran feet If you have these parts and would be willing to sell them let me know and we will work out a price. Tank you
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Flickr See, I'm not dead guys! And I'm still building new stuff! This, on the other hand, is a rather old MOC which I stumbled upon again recently. Meant to be a Matoran design with as much articulation as possible. The head can rotate, and there are extra joints in the waist and ankles, as well as some additional mobility in the shoulders and knees offered by the Technic pieces. I should rebuild her with CCBS parts, now... ~B~
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I always thought matoran had chips or organs of some kind that allowed them to absorb energy by touching their food, but if they don't have either of those things, then how do they gain nutrients?
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Link: http://skygazer17.deviantart.com/art/Bionicle-Sketchdump-1-541710318 Arghhh I don't know how to thumbnail, if someone knows what to do please tell me. Other than that, here are some of my human designs of Bionicle characters. On the top left is Toa Gali, Lewa, and Kopaka. I deemed it necessary that Gali have center-parted hair and a regal look. Sorry if Kopaka looks a lot like Sokka. I was going to give him really long hair, but I wanted to give him a much edgier look. Top right: Toa Nokama and Turaga Nokama. I like the idea of her having cornrows. I don't know why. Anyways, she aged well. (I really want to draw the Toa Metru by the way. I think that would be fun.) Center top: Hahli and Macku. I imagine Hahli as being very petite but strong, whereas Macku is tall and lanky. But hey, somehow it works and they form a great Kohli team. Personality-wise, Macku is more impulsive and sassy, and Hahli is quiet and loyal. Center: Takua, Macku, and Hewkii. In my mind, Takua has always had a crush on Macku, but Macku falls for Hewkii. Who always makes it a point to be shirtless. So every Kohli game is a secretly a show-off battle between these guys. Hope you like Macku's flower and lei from the end of the Bionicle online game Bottom left: This takes place right after Takua and Jaller leave Ta-Koro riding on Pewku. Yeah. And about Takua's design: I really wanted to make him look young and youthful. I always imagined him as a boy because of his curious nature and adventurous spirit. He's a goofball, but deep down he has a very serious soul. I mean, who gets exiled from their own city? That's so sad.
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I was reading about Tren Krom just now and came to an interesting conclusion. Barring rare exceptions, MU inhabitants – let's say Matoran – can be revived by the Red Star, and the brain is necessary for this revival. Tren Krom, one of these exceptions, could apparently not be revived because he was fully organic. Yet Matoran have organics in their bodies, so clearly the Red Star is capable of the recreation of organic body parts – and therefore it should have been capable of recreating Tren Krom's body. Nevertheless, Tren Krom could not be revived, so it can be concluded that his brain must be somehow different than that of the Matoran. His brain is confirmed to be organic, and differs from theirs, so Matoran (and other revivable MU inhabitants) must have inorganic brains. There are probably holes in this reasoning; even I can come up with a few ways it could be contradicted. It could be said that the Red Star can only grow small amounts of organics over an inorganic skeleton, making that, rather than his brain, the reason for Tren Krom's inability to be revived, for example. Or just that his organics were of a different variety than a Matoran's entirely. Still, I'm interested in everyone else's thoughts on this theory and the nature of the brains of beings from the Matoran Universe.
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Hiya BZP! It's been a little while since I've posted anything, and I rarely, if ever, have posted here in the art forum, (even though I do like browsing rather often), so some of you may not recognize me. Usually, when I am online, I'm holed up in the Library or blogstalking old friends. But anyways, I made these two. Pikachu seemed like a logical if not clichéd starter for a Matoran of Electricity, yes? And I really wanted to share, since my brothers, despite loving both LEGO and Pokémon, do not share my enthusiasm for felting wool and crafts. They're like, "hey, cool." and went back to watching Legend of Korra (which I introduced them too, wonderful sister that I am). What better way to spend a too-humid-to-go-outside afternoon than repeatedly stabbing a barbed needle into wads of felting-fluff until they resemble characters from my childhood, am I right? They look kind of fuzzy, but it's because they actually are, it wasn't my camera, to my relief. I present to you the fruit of my roughly 3.5 hour labor. And I also stabbed myself a couple times by accident. (Larger) Matoran Matoran (back) Kanohi Armor Pikachu Pikachu's Tail The thing with the large pictures is, the closer you look, and the longer you look, the weirder they start to seem, probably because of all the little stray fibers and stuff. Anyways, the hardest part was Pikachu, as you can see, he looks a bit non-traditional. I attached the ears and eye-highlights last, and up unitl then, he looked kind of terrifying XD The Matoran's mask, (it's supposed to be a Kakama, in case it's unclear), was super fun because of all the detail. Her armor was also fun, I made it separately, and it went over her head like a t-shirt C: So, thank's for stopping by! I hope it was worth your time!
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While taking photos of various Bionicle things, I thought it would be cool to try to take some iconic pictures of Matoran on Mata Nui. After some cleaning up and editing, here are the results: High-resolution album here Wind-sprint through Le-Wahi Hunting in the Drifts Inventing the Boxor Koli Practice Exploring Naho Bay Patrol in the Charred Forest
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I was looking through the concept art of the Bionicle movies that just recently surfaced when I noticed something oddly familiar on the following pictures: Lhikan's Robes The Entrance to Makuta's Prison The Giant Kraahkan So the rough consensus over in S&T seems to be that the symbols as we see them in the 2015 storyline have no meaning, but perhaps these images shed light on where the 2015 story team got them from. What do you think?
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Why is there no use of the word 'matoran' to refer to the villagers in the setting? I can understand not using turaga to describe the protectors, but matoran was an original word and strongly associated with the setting. I can see no reason for it not to be included. Does anybody know why or even have an idea?
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Hi! I'm going to write some bionicle books that will look almost official (But are not official, they will be fan made) because of the use of only official characters. If I finished a book, there should be a link to the book: BIONICLE Mata Nui Adventures #1: War Of The Forest: PDF BIONICLE Mata Nui Adventures #2: The Great Infection: Unfinished If you have anything to say, reply to this topic
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A few Matoran designs for my Binacle re-imagining. Yes, all Matoran are children. I know some people don't like that idea but I saw the Matoran-Toa-Turaga cycle as the natural aging of the species and ran with it. Plus I had to keep the height difference between them and the Toa. Because Mata Nui is a pre-industrial tropical society, pants and shoes are rare. The Onu-Matoran are the only tribe that wears something resembling "modern" clothing. Kotu is way smaller than she should be, and the last three were random designs that I ended up applying to specific characters. I tried to give each tribe their own unique style of clothing so a viewer can tell which element a Matoran is, even in grayscale.
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Two Lady Matoran. Thanne's the Fe-Matoran on the right with the shotgun, Tamahra's the Bo-Matoran on the left with the grass skirt. Name: ThanneGender: FemaleSpecies: Fe-MatoranEquipment: Proto-gel Scatter-Blaster (Customized)Status: Alive Approximate Myers-Briggs Type: ISTP ‘Handyman’ (Introverted, Senser, Thinker, Perceivier) Thanne is a Fe-Matoran who originated as a sea-faring scavenger and ‘isolationist’ in the body of water surrounding the island of Yerinn. She, along with a couple of close friends, crewed The Minnow independent from the mainland, staying clear of the others who would hold her accountable, be they the Overguard, Pirates or other scavengers, with ease. Yet even off-shore in open sea, she was not exempt from that massive explosion that originated from the island. Ash and rubble were flung absurd distances in every direction, and the water around the island in all its immensity was displaced. Without warning, the vessel she resided in was capsized in a surge of water, and her Vo – Matoran accomplice perished as she was trapped within her cabin as it went under. However, Thanne and her Onu – Matoran ship-mate managed to locate and cling to their emergency safe, and together they endured in freezing salt-water for hours on end. They would have surely succumbed to their fate, were it not for the timely intervention of the Pirate-Toa Luciei. Upon chancing upon them, she extended the vast comforts of The Wavestrider towards them after a timely rescue. With nowhere else to go and no other option available, both the Onu-Matoran and Thanne took the offer to join Luciei’s Pirate Crew. Name: TamahraGender: FemaleSpecies: Bo-MatoranEquipment: Standard-issue repeating disk launcherStatus: Alive Approximate Myers-Briggs Type: ESFP ‘Performer’ (Extraverted, Senser, Feeler, Perceivier) Tamahra is a Bo-Matoran who served in the Overguard Scouts, a branch of Yerinn’s Matoran-conscripted military. She has always possessed an invigorated passion for her position that has never left her since her first day in the job, which thoroughly amused and perplexed her colleagues. Coupled with her unwavering aim with the Disk Launcher and her extensive knowledge in fieldcraft, she proved successful in missions that other Scouts would have dropped dead on halfway through. After surviving through the late island-shattering explosion without suffering any grievous harm, Tamahra was quick to spring to aid whoever she could. After a couple of days, she grouped with Eyrain’s Company, befriending Toa Gretiyra and the Matoran-warrior Ohyan with surprising ease, and continued to serve by completing assignments unfailingly and ever-willingly. With Ohyan, a previous Ko-Matoran Warrior. For more pictures and commentary, check out their MocPages page here.
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I made this using the "Paintbrush" whatchamadilit for Mac (because the Mac was free) And I have a webcomic on another site, and humanized Matoran are about to come into it so decided to draw one or two, starting with Takua, because Pakari translate better into human form, EDIT: Jalla EDIT: That one part in MoL when the Avohkii is found, EDIT: Hahli, with green cuz nostalgia: She also has diving goggles and breath mask thingy, EDIT: Hewkii,
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Greetings, It is good to see you all again. Last time I was here we were bidding a tearful good-bye to Bionicle. Now that with its return so have my creative juices. I MOC'ed a bit with Hero Factory, but the change in systems from Rookie year to Fire Lord to Savage Planet left a sour taste for the line. I had a long description in mind for this one, but in the end, I just wanted to make a female version of the Protectors. As far as I know, there are both genders in all the tribes. The first, Glace, is adapted from an earlier design when I saw a preview of the Protector sets. http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=552563 Glace is an Ice Guardian. She has two jobs. The first is to train the Protector to serve the Toa. The second is to provide leadership should the Toa and the Protector both be absent. She drills her tribe's Protector fiercely. Her Shield-flake is strong enough to take shots from his blaster. But at the end of the day, they are good friends who share the same goal: protecting the Ice Tribe.
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Ok I know many characters in the MU have had themed names based on the Matoran language. Like Tahu and his team and two of the Toa Hagah Gaaki and Pouks as well. But I also noticed that a few Av-Matoran have names based off real world words with a connection to light. Photok is based off the latin word Phot which we het photo from. Tanma is clearly based off tanning caused by light. Solek is again based off a latin word Sol or sun. The only one to not follow is Takua/Takanuva. I'm wondering do Matoran normally get named something connected to their element? Even if it's in Matoran? It be a funny coincidence if not. What do you guys think? Am I over analyzing this? I'd say it's food for thought when trying to name unnamed Matoran for stories or later canonization polls.
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I was struck by inspiration yesterday and had to sit down and write this story. Special thanks to BZPower member Tolkien for the song written in Matoran language, which you can find on his tumblr blog. Please read, enjoy, and comment below! ~~~~~ The sky was bright, and the day was radiant. As Admoneira made her way through the crowded street, people of all colors, shapes and sizes hustled and bustled around her. Today was as busy a day as ever in Agens, but Admoneira had no time or interest for any of it. After all, it wasn’t every day that one received a summons from the oldest being on the planet. It had been twenty or thirty years since she had last heard the call: a high, thin ringing, at a frequency beyond most people’s ability to detect. She had taken several moments to notice the pitch, and longer to remember what it meant -- but when she had, she had dropped her satchel and nearly been struck by a hasty carriage. Stopping only to gather her things, not to apologize, she had immediately changed course and struck off to the eastern edge of town. From there, she did some bargaining with a carriage-owner, who was understandably reluctant to lend her a vehicle to traverse a road that hadn’t been touched in years. The sight of her dusty seal made a potent argument, though, and if that wasn’t enough, she also had the official papers, signed by the Parliament, marking her as a government-sanctioned chronicler. The owner, a patriotic sort, was more than happy to comply with her request, and soon she was driving off towards the eastern forest. Throughout it all, above the grumbling and snorting of the carriage and the trundling of its wheels on the ground, Admoneira could still hear the ringing, echoing through the air. The trip through the woods should have taken two hours, and it would have -- if the road hadn’t been blocked two-thirds of the way in. As she once again stepped out of the carriage to hack at an overgrown creeper, only to see the road blocked ahead by a tree growing through the middle, she gave a heavy sigh. Couldn’t he at least hire a gardener, or a hundred, to keep the road clean? Then she remembered his response to that query last time she had spoken to him. Your modern garden tools make such an unbearable clamor, he had said. The trees and the vines, on the other hand, are silent until struck down. If I am going to continue living on this earth, I would rather do it with my hearing intact. Wouldn’t you? At dusk, Admoneira stumbled over a twisted root, staggered past an enormous tree, and pushed aside a curtain of leaves to finally reveal her destination. Perched on a steep hill above her, surrounded for miles and miles in all directions by undisturbed forest, was a weathered dome: an ancient monastery, with a population of one. Emanating from above, the ringing was sharper than it had ever been, but Admoneira barely heard it. With a rejuvenated effort, she dragged herself up the hill, anxious to once again speak with him. The stone door had no handle. Instead, it was inscribed with an esoteric symbol: three circles, bordered by two dented curves. Admoneira smiled and recalled the secret combination. First the topmost circle... the bottom circle... and finally, the circle in the center. Smoothly and almost silently, the door slid away before her. Inside, the walls of the vast dome were filled with circular symbols; not an inch left untouched. Towering over Admoneira were tall stacks of stone tablets, each carved with the same symbols. A fine layer of dust covered everything in the chamber. Admoneira breathed in the dry, dusty air and let out an amazed sigh. In this room, the great history of her world felt tangible and real. The dust stirred. Just barely, she could make out a whisper: “There’s no need to make such a ruckus, my dear." The quiet voice came from the stairs spiraling around the walls. Admoneira looked up, beyond the stacked tablets, to see a hunched figure with a grey cloak slowly descending each stair, his joints clicking with each step. “I could hear your approach a mile away,” he continued. “Turaga!” Admoneira gasped. “Ach!” With gears whirring and joints clicking, the wizened old figure brought his hands to the sides of his head. “What did I say about making such noise?” Admoneira paused, then spoke in a low whisper. “I’m sorry, Turaga. I’m just... so excited to see you again.” “As am I, Admoneira,” whispered the Turaga. He stepped onto the floor, supporting himself with a wooden staff, and slowly hobbled towards a table where an empty tablet lay. “Come. Sit, and tell the old Turaga your tales.” The table stood in the center of the building, directly beneath a glass pane in the top of the dome. Admoneira took her seat and glanced up at the darkening sky, looking for words. So much had happened in the past several decades. Where to begin? “I suppose I’ll start with Agens,” she said. “Ah, yes. How is that lovely little town doing?” the Turaga asked, chuckling. “It’s hardly ‘little’ anymore, Turaga. Now that the water stone industry has recovered, people have been coming to Agens in droves. It’s one of the fastest-growing cities in any of the civilized nations,” she explained. “Good. I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “I always told little Carus that his town would do well.” He paused. “How is the little boy, anyway?” Admoneira hesitated. “Well... Carus is not really a little boy any longer, Turaga,” she said. “He was born before me, you know...” There was a glint of light off of the Turaga’s mask. Then he shook his head slowly. “I am sad to learn of his passing,” he said. “But he died knowing his destiny was achieved.” The Turaga always did that -- extrapolate the truth, even when one tried not to tell him. Admoneira hated when he did that. The Turaga chuckled. “Hate it or not, Admoneira, I will keep doing it. You must allow an old man some of his tricks.” He turned to the side, his head downcast. “Forgive me for asking so foolishly about Carus. In my old age, I sometimes forget that your lifespans are so much shorter than ours.” Admoneira had always marveled at the Turaga’s physiology. He was made of metal and flesh, seamlessly joined by wondrous engineering -- all of this, accomplished several millennia prior to the invention of the motorized carriage! Many a time, she had wondered how it was that he and the other biomechs lived for so long: whether it was the quality of their organic parts, or a self-repairing function like the immortality devices of old. She had been meaning to ask for years. “Then I might as well tell you what I know,” said the Turaga. “I was never an anatomist. But I know this much. Most of our ‘organic’ tissues are used as muscles or bindings, and they, like the rest of us, are artificial; made by the Great Beings. When the Great Beings made things, they made them to last.” For a long moment, he let this information sink in, then added, “Unlike your craftspeople nowadays, that is.” Admoneira had to laugh at that. “Tell me about it. I took a carriage part of the way here. I got it good as new, but by the time I was done with it, the tires were shot and the engine was halfway killed.” “No, they don’t make them like they used to,” the Turaga said softly. As Admoneira continued her tales, the stars began to shine through the glass from above. By midnight, she had nearly talked herself hoarse, and had run down to the stream for water several times. Throughout it all, the Turaga sat and listened. Half the time, he stared off into space and didn’t move from his position, but Admoneira knew he could hear her. In any case, he could just about read her mind. It was a pity she couldn’t read his. What did an ancient biomech ponder? “You’ve stopped talking,” said the Turaga after a time. “Is that it, then?” Admoneira gave a start. “Oh, no, not at all. I was just thinking, Turaga.” The Turaga blinked behind his mask. “You want to know how old I am.” Admoneira’s face blanched. The Turaga chuckled in response. “Don’t worry, dear, I won’t be offended. A biomech stays beautiful no matter his age.” He tapped his staff on the floor. “You said this was... what year, again?” Admoneira told him. The Turaga nodded and let out a slow whistle. “Well, well. It has been some time, hasn’t it? And yet, to me, it seems like the Fall was just a century past.” He hemmed and hawed for several seconds. “Ah! That’s it, that’s it. I have lived through 150,000 seasonal units -- Matoran time, that is,” he said. “In your years, that would be... hmm... about 12,000 years old, give or take.” The time span was too much for Admoneira to process. She blinked and put a hand to her forehead. “I might get a migraine if I think about that for too long,” she said. “Try thinking about it for 12,000 years,” replied the Turaga. “Did Matoran -- normally -- live that long?” Admoneira sensed the Turaga stiffen. “I wouldn’t know,” he said. “But since so few of us remain, I would say... no.” An awful realization struck Admoneira: He doesn’t know. There was silence at the table for a long, long moment. “Now he does,” said the Turaga. Admoneira clasped his hand. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know when to tell you -- ” “It’s all right,” he said, setting her hand aside. He sat back, gears clicking, and breathed in heavily. “Tell me, when did the others pass?” Admoneira could feel his heart breaking as she listed the names. “...announced his death twenty-four years ago. The Vortixx of Vulcanus passed quietly three years after.” She took a deep breath. “Barraki Pridak died on his throne ten years ago. Somehow, he lived through every assassination effort over the past four millennia. His empire has already fractured into warring states. And Kopeke -- ” She felt something choke in her throat. “Two years ago, Kopeke walked out of Iconox and into the Drifts. He gave clear orders that he was not to be followed.” She finished her story. She and the Turaga sat at the table, hands folded, in utter silence. The stars turned slightly overhead, and a chill began to creep at the edges of Admoneira’s flesh. After many minutes, Admoneira thought she heard a whispered word flit into her ear. She dismissed it as her imagination, but another came, and another. Suddenly, she realized that the words were coming from the Turaga, but they were not any words that she knew. “lahaya lhikayi, wahata rodui...” The pitch of the Turaga’s voice varied. Admoneira realized that he was singing. His incredibly soft voice hovered over the notes with a trembling sincerity. “lahaya lhikayi, wahata rodui, lahaya ro’ai, ki akuya-kaui. lehaya matoran, noka khino rho luhaya turaga zahni’o kyabo. lohaya toa ki kravahi zaya, ki aizi voyakorhu akuyata...” The Turaga trailed off. “You wouldn’t recognize the song,” he said, in response to her unspoken thoughts. “It is from... before your time.” Slowly, with jerking and hesitant motions, the Turaga began to stir. Gears clicking, he rose from his seat and took hold of his staff. “Come. Walk with me, Admoneira,” he said. “And bring the tablet. It is time.” The woman took his hand and helped him move, haltingly, across the dusty floor and out of the building. The two stood together on the hilltop, under the waning stars, looking out at the peaceful treetops. “In an hour, Solis Magna will rise from the horizon, in all its crimson glory,” said the Turaga. “Then will come the time. Until then, Admoneira... sit with me.” She had a thought, but he shook his head. “No. I do not need any more stories. I need only companionship.” Admoneira helped him into a sitting position on the grass. The Turaga set down his staff and replaced it with a stone stylus. “I am sure your paper records are quicker and more efficient,” he said, “but consider me old-fashioned -- I never could get used to the idea of them.” He carved the first words on the tablet. Admoneira knew enough of the Matoran language to translate them, and her heart sank as her worst fears were confirmed. “You can’t know this,” she sobbed. “Oh, but I do,” said the Turaga. Now it was his turn to clasp a friend’s hand in comfort. “It was revealed to me by another Turaga many, many years ago. This was his final vision. It is the final destiny of my kind.” “No,” Admoneira mouthed. She knew that the Turaga was impossibly old; she knew that he was the last of his kind; she knew that all things eventually came to an end -- but she refused to believe that it would happen today. “Be still,” the Turaga whispered. “I will be with you for another hour. I must carve this tablet, but when I am done, I will stay with you. We will watch the sunrise together.” Admoneira sat with the Turaga as he carved his words. She did not read them. She would read them later, when she was ready to accept the end. She vowed not to let this history be forgotten. “It already has been, my dear,” said the Turaga, etching a Matoran ‘A’ into the stone. “By all except the two on this hilltop. But that is not so dreadful, in the end. All things in this world are only temporary.” He finished his work, and set down the stylus. The stars had vanished, and the sky was lightening. Admoneira turned to the Turaga with tears in her eyes. “Please. Don’t go. You’re all that we have left.” “None of us choose our destiny, my dear. And none of us can defy it,” said the Turaga, staring into the pink light of the sky. Admoneira began to openly sob as the light grew brighter. No words could communicate her feelings. “They do not need to,” said the Turaga. “I know your heart.” Slowly, he raised his hands to his head. When he lowered them, they held the archaic features of his mask. “Take this,” he whispered. “It is our custom. I will go soon, to be with the Great Spirit. But the mask will remain.” Admoneira took the mask into her shaking hands. “I... I can’t...” she stammered. “You can,” said the Turaga. “Have faith.” Admoneira hugged the Turaga tight, setting her face against his weathered cloak. Slowly, gently, he set his metallic hand on her shoulder. Staring into the growing light, the Turaga bore an unreadable expression on his face. Quietly, he resumed his singing. “lahaya lhikayi, omahaui nu lahaya wahata, ki nokhanu-ngu lehaya matoran, i’azai uzya luhaya turaga, kravahi’ai na lahaya toa ki boi royatanu hau’o rak-rhui boya hayaganu. ke, lahaya lhikai, omahaui rhu lihaya rohi nga-kaui ki zyanu. lehaya puku’o, alai’o, roi’o luhaya rohi ki avo myatambo. lahaya wahata, keeto, kofo-ngu lohaya toa ki ako karyanu.” The sun rose, and the radiant fingers of the dawn crept across the trees, reaching up to the domed monastery atop the hill. As the light grew and the air warmed, Admoneira held the Turaga close, and he held her as well. Admoneira opened her eyes. The sky was alight with the scarlet fire of the sun. The Turaga’s fingers rested on her shoulder, warmed by the touch of the sunlight. But his singing had stopped. Admoneira hugged the Turaga’s body close and cried as the sun rose over her. She would cry for many a day to come. When her tears had dried, she would read the Turaga’s tablet. For now, however, the words sat unread in the rising sun. I carve these words as I await my death, and with it the death of the Matoran race. As prophesied, I am the last one left. When the morning comes and I pass from this world, I will join the entirety of my kind as one with the Great Spirit. I have no regrets. I have lived a long and fulfilling life. I have seen and done so many things. I fought on Bara Magna and saw Makuta’s Fall firsthand. I defended the Prison Island from the Siege of the Dreamkeeper’s armies. I saw the Barraki Wars and the return of the Shadowed One. I have seen two worlds united, and I have seen them divided again so many times. More than that, though, I have seen the flourishing of the Agori. Despite their physiology, they are an enduring and ingenious people. They listened to the ideas of the Matoran, and they built on what we brought to them to make things far greater. I know now that they are a people truly deserving of the Great Spirit’s paradise. We have had our history. Let the Matoran race now take its leave from Spherus Magna. With unity, we have done our duty, and in doing so, we have achieved our final destiny. The Agori have learned all that we can teach them, and they will grow and flourish beyond anything we could ever imagine. The Great Spirit will be proud of us, indeed. These are the last words of the Matoran race. These are the words of Turaga Krakua.
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As promised, I am starting to post some of my MOCs that I created a while ago. Along with Matoro, I also plan to post images of all the other common matoran, each with their own separate bodies (meaning that they will NEVER be disassembled or swapped out for another MOC). And with that, I introduce you to my second best MOC: Matoro, Matoran of Ice http://www.mocpages.com/moc.php/401529 Comments and Criticism are appreciated
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Hey, I experimented with some cloth and wire, and ended up with some rather striking ponchos for my beefed up Po-Matoran. Then I went out in the desert and took some pictures of them amidst the creosote and dirt. More pics: http://imgur.com/a/Hqkr1- 1 reply
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Ok I know that I'm looking into 2016 which is one and a half years from now, but when that does happen we need Matoran tuned Toa for a new Toa team. If you want to you could list the Matoran you would like to see turned into Toa. Here is my list. 1. Balta Toa Of Fire 2. Macku Toa Of Water 3. Kopeke Toa Of Ice 4. Defilak Toa Of Air 5. Onepu Toa Of Earth 6. Hafu Toa Of Stone. Also you could list the masks you new Toa could wear.
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The Mara Mech The Mara mech was created by the Organisation of Kopu. It was found by the Matoran Mikori who used it to escape the war ridden area. http://i.imgur.com/RbTsJLK.jpg Mikori http://i.imgur.com/My7b0cu.jpg Edit: Large pictures linked; please keep posted images in BBC to 640x640 pixels and 100 kB. -Wind-
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Sexism aside, if you were a Matoran/Toa, what elemental faction would you be apart of and why? If you need assistance in deciding, click here to view the abilities, perks, and color scheme of each element, and the following for the extent of the element's power. FireAirEarthWaterStoneIceLightShadowSonicsGravityPlasmaMagnetismThe GreenLightningIronPsionics -
https://www.flickr.com/photos/114035403@N02/sets/72157647895428858/ The one on the left hails from the town of Mediellan in the center of the White Dune Sea, near Onu-Koro. This matoran staunchly defends his hometown from violent rahi under the Makuta's influence. His name is Naiit. The other, Lelan, is a rug merchant in the iron and adobe landscape of the shoreside city of Dondo. Comments? Criticisms? I welcome all!
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Intro So, lately I've been getting back into MOCing, and I've decided I'm actually going to post pictures of them now! This one, unlike my previous MOC is a made up character and utilizes a more complex and custom design. I actually like him so much, I might write a Short Story, or perhaps Epic detailing his adventures. I also provided a small history of his life which you guys are welcome to read! Kyraan of Ta - Builder, Mask Maker, Soldier, Chronicler, Civil War Leader, Criminal, Mercenary, Redeemed Hero - (~100,000 + Years Ago) Kyraan was created during the early stages of the universe as a Ta-Matoran laborer on the Northern tip of the Southern Continent. He was tasked as a builder and mask-maker, originally slacking off and would often break focus while working, but over time has excelled at his crafting skills to the point where he could craft and build double the amount compared to his comrades. He is eventually selected to be one of the Matoran to go to Artakha and labours there happily for several thousands of years. (100,000 Years Ago) Kyraan labours in Artakha and excels well in his profession, and is part of the team that builds the first Toa Canisters in Artakha. As the project nears completion, he becomes intrigued with Toa and their adventures, wondering if maybe one day he can become an adventurer himself? (95,000 Years Ago) Kyraan leaves Artakhato become an adventurer and sets out to explore the world, visiting his former Koro, and eventually landing on Stelt, where he was recruited into Pridak's army of Matoran. (95,000 Years Ago) Kyraan moves up the ranks of Barraki Pridak's Legion and witnesses the creation of the League of Six Kingdoms. (~87,000 Years Ago) Kyraan is mentored by Pridak in militant strategies which make him feel uneasy regarding the entire operation and he deserts Pridak's legions. Due to this, he is punished and is only severely maimed by Pridak. Kyraan wanders and makes his way to Zakaz, home of the peaceful Skakdi species, where he meets an inventor, Avak, who helps the Matoran and rebuilds him into a stronger form. He makes way to the Northern continent where he accompanies, and becomes a Chronicler to a group of Toa on their journey to Metru Nui. He goes back to his life of being an expert craftsmen, and serves as becomes a writer due to his experience as a Chronicler. He eventually writes a book, titled Barraki: Rise of the Kingdoms, reflecting on his time with the Barraki. Due to this, he became a popular figure in Ta-Metru, becoming very close with all Ta-Matoran and holding them to a higher regard than others. (79,500 Years Ago) Kyraan becomes involved in the Matoran Civil War and due to his former experience as a soldier and military commander, and becomes one of the Matoran of Fire who lead one side of the war. Due to his new-found belief in Ta-Matoran supremacy, he becomes ruthless and adopts much of Pridak's old tactics. (79,100 Years Ago) Kyraan is sentenced to the Pit along the other leaders. The Matoran Civil War ends. He spends the next 78,000 years in the Pit, reflecting and regretting his past decisions and actions. (1,001 Years Ago) Voya Nui skyrockets to Aqua Magna, the pit is flooded and Kyraan is released from his prison, however he is moderately mutated by the waters into a much larger form than most Matoran. The process caused him to grow spikes out his armor and to become a water breather. He witnesses the Barraki's degradation and manages to avoid them. He steals a waraxe and shield from Hydraxon's weapon cache, and flees as far as possible from the Pit. For the next 100 years he wanders and explores the underwater regions of Aqua Magna and brings judgment to former Pit prisoners in the far reaches of the planet. He befriends a small herd of Hydruka who assist him in his quest for redemption and justice. (300 Years Ago) Kyraan gets ready to launch an assault on the Barraki Fortress, but is prevented by the descent of Mahri Nui. Instead, he works on rescuing the Matoran that descended and employs his Hydruka to provide air for the Matoran. Eventually, he finds an apparatus that would enable him to breathe on land, as well as a motorized vehicle with gliding capabilities. He takes both with him and goes to the giant hole in the chest of the Great Spirit, where he makes a desperate attempt down the waterfall and makes it to the Southern Continent. Here, he makes way to a small city where he serves as a mercenary, specializing in underwater operations. (Present) Kyraan witnesses Teridax's takeover and decides to join the resistance forces, eventually fighting alongside Gali during many of the battles, making his way onto Spherus Magna where he would lead a platoon of Matoran in fighting Skrall. After the defeat of Teridax he became amphibious. (Close Future) Kyraan's records have been discovered by Vakama and the Order of Mata Nui, and he has been selected to become one of many Matoran that would be transformed into Toa Cordak, Heroes of Desolation, tasked with hunting down various criminals and threats to the Universe that escaped after Makuta crashed. He was tasked with hunting down and bringing justice to Pridak and his rising armies, partially due to the fact that Kyraan had crossed paths with the Barraki before, and is familiar with him. When he was transformed, he kept his menacing Pit appearance, partially due to being exposed to the Mutagen, partially due to the rebuilding Avak did on him, and partially because he wanted to to be reminded of his cloudy past. Shortly after his creation, he was stationed on an Island Fortress with Toa Krakua, who trained him, before he went off to find and bring Pridak to Justice. Shortly after his departure, the Fortress was attacked by a band of Spherus Magna criminals, and Krakua delivered his message from the future to Toa Vakama. Thanks for reading. Onto the Pictures! Pit Matoran Pose Prisoner Armorless Back Body Detail Waraxe Arm/Shield Zoom In Leg Zoom In Toa Cordak Main Front Front Zoom In FaceOff *cracks knuckles* Back Arm Zoom In Leg Zoom In WarAxe (flail mode) Note: When designing the Toa, I started taking apart the Matoran, reinforced the body to represent that he quite literally grew into a Toa. Same with the arms and legs, and axe. I honestly see the Toa as one of the better MOCs I've created. Please let me know what you think, and if you would like to see any other angles for either models!
