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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Turbine » Fri Mar 02, 2012 2:20 pm

Motto: "You're only as good as you prove yourself to be."
Weapon: High-Velocity Sonic Blaster
Blackmist

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Scout/Assassin
Alt. mode: Black and Navy Omega Wing Jet Fighter
Weapons: 2 Rocket launchers (jet), 4 energon laser pistols (robot)
Height: 31 ft / 9,46 m
Quote: “The only thing that survives my weaponry is...well,nothing."

Strength: 06
Intelligence: 05
Dexterity: 07
Speed: 07
Endurance: 08
Courage: 08
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 05
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 02
Charisma: 04
Rank: N/A

Profile: Blackmist is as ninja-like as a cold barren Cybertron night. He doesn't take no for an answer unless it's Lord Megatron. His four laser pistols,when used right,can penetrate even Ironhide's Armor.

Abilities: His top speed is 350 miles per hour. not so far, but in time it can get him a LONG way. Also, his energon laser pistols can snap onto his rocket launchers to provide compressed energon shells.

Weaknesses: Blackmist, when using his rocket launcher with the energon shells, can get him too confident and he thinks that he is more powerful than ZETA PRIME himself.

Sample Post: Blackmist was in Kaon patrolling the perimeter of the newly activated Energon Bridge. He was about to finish off a Autobot trying to lead a small strike group. When out of nowhere a Autobot drop-ship exploded but a mere 30meters away. "What the-" His voice was cut off as the Autobot caught him by surprise in delivering a fierce uppercut to his throat.
"Why you little-" Again his voice faltered as a new Autobot tackled him from behind bringing him down and out. "Wha- where am I?" He said as he awoke from his power-down sequence. "Well it's better than shutting down. But it's not so good in the first place." He said looking at the straps that restrained him from moving a good bit. It was a good while until reinforcements arrived and scraped every one of those Autobots in the small research faculty.


After he was back on patrol of the perimeter of Kaon he decided to take a little visit to the newly abandoned research faculty. "Now lets see if we can salvage anything to use against those foolish Autobots." And while he was about to abandon the search, he found a whole ARENA filled with weaponry. "Scrap me up and call me material..." Blackmist said in amazement at the quantity of the weaponry. "Well...those Autobots aren't as peaceful as they appear to be." But his statement was soon proved wrong as when he was observing them he discovered that the weapons were, "Decepticon weaponry!" he understood now why he was captured. they wanted to use Decepticon weaponry against there own creators. "Lord Megatron will be pleased to have all this weaponry to build new units with." Ramjet said as he was about to speak into his comm-beacon to tell Megatron about his "discovery".
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Fri Mar 02, 2012 2:31 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Turbine wrote:Ramjet

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Maroon and White Delta Wing Jet Fighter
Weapons: 2 cluster bomb launchers (jet), 2 laser beam rifles (robot)
Height: 31 ft / 9,46 m
Quote: “If it flies, crash it."

Strength: 08
Intelligence: 05
Dexterity: 08
Speed: 09
Endurance: 09
Courage: 08
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 07
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 04
Charisma: 06
Rank: 05

Profile: If it hurts – someone else or him, it doesn’t matter – Ramjet likes it; he gets his kicks from pain. He’ll punch, bash, or ram anything he can just for the thrill of it. He particularly loves to knock other aircraft out of the sky. Whether a civilian airliner or Autobot flyer, it makes no difference to Ramjet. He loves the feeling of smashing into something at high speed, and he’s built to survive these collisions with little damage – unlike his foes. Ramjet is particularly fond of the surprise his victims feel, since they rarely expect another jet to willingly crash into them. Ramjet strives to keep the skies clear of anything he considers unworthy of sharing the air with him, and he’s insufferably boastful and arrogant about it.

Abilities: Subject has great strength, and amazing endurance and resistance to damage. He is heavily armored throughout his body and especially his nosecone, which can shrug off an impact with a 3-foot concrete wall at 1,500 mph with no ill effects. In jet mode, he flies at speeds of Mach 2.8 and is armed with two cluster bomb launchers. As a robot, he’s armed with two high-powered laser rifles. A glitch in his pain receptor wiring gives him and amazingly high pain threshold.

Weaknesses: Subject’s delusions of invulnerability and masochism cause him to overestimate his resistance to damage. His pride makes him refuse to admit it when this occurs, resulting in his sustaining severe damage rather than admitting he couldn’t take it.

Sample Post: Ramjet was in Kaon patrolling the perimeter of the newly activated Energon Bridge. He was about to finish off a Autobot trying to lead a small strike group. When out of nowhere a Decepticon drop-ship exploded but a mere 30meters away. "What the-" His voice was cut off as the Autobot caught him by surprise in delivering a fierce uppercut to his throat.
"Why you little-" Again his voice faltered as a new Autobot tackled him from behind bringing him down and out. "Wha- where am I?" He said as he awoke from his power-down sequence. "Well it's better than shutting down. But it's not so good in the first place." He said looking at the straps that restrained him from moving a good bit. It was a good while until reinforcements arrived and scraped every one of those Autobots in the small research faculty.


After he was back on patrol of the perimeter of Kaon he decided to take a little visit to the newly abandoned research faculty. "Now lets see if we can salvage anything to use against those foolish Autobots." And while he was about to abandon the search, he found a whole ARENA filled with weaponry. "Scrap me up and call me material..." Ramjet said in amazement at the quantity of the weaponry. "Well...those Autobots aren't as peaceful as they appear to be." But his statement was soon proved wrong as when he was observing them he discovered that the weapons were, "Decepticon weaponry!" he understood now why he was captured. they wanted to use Decepticon weaponry against there own creators. "Lord Megatron will be pleased to have all this weaponry to build new units with." Ramjet said as he was about to speak into his comm-beacon to tell Megatron about his "discovery".


Ramjet is taken. Try again.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Turbine » Fri Mar 02, 2012 3:22 pm

Motto: "You're only as good as you prove yourself to be."
Weapon: High-Velocity Sonic Blaster
Turbine wrote:Blackmist

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Scout/Assassin
Alt. mode: Black and Navy Omega Wing Jet Fighter
Weapons: 2 Rocket launchers (jet), 4 energon laser pistols (robot)
Height: 31 ft / 9,46 m
Quote: “The only thing that survives my weaponry is...well,nothing."

Strength: 06
Intelligence: 05
Dexterity: 07
Speed: 07
Endurance: 08
Courage: 08
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 05
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 02
Charisma: 04
Rank: N/A

Profile: Blackmist is as ninja-like as a cold barren Cybertron night. He doesn't take no for an answer unless it's Lord Megatron. His four laser pistols,when used right,can penetrate even Ironhide's Armor.

Abilities: His top speed is 350 miles per hour. not so far, but in time it can get him a LONG way. Also, his energon laser pistols can snap onto his rocket launchers to provide compressed energon shells.

Weaknesses: Blackmist, when using his rocket launcher with the energon shells, can get him too confident and he thinks that he is more powerful than ZETA PRIME himself.

Sample Post: Blackmist was in Kaon patrolling the perimeter of the newly activated Energon Bridge. He was about to finish off a Autobot trying to lead a small strike group. When out of nowhere a Autobot drop-ship exploded but a mere 30meters away. "What the-" His voice was cut off as the Autobot caught him by surprise in delivering a fierce uppercut to his throat.
"Why you little-" Again his voice faltered as a new Autobot tackled him from behind bringing him down and out. "Wha- where am I?" He said as he awoke from his power-down sequence. "Well it's better than shutting down. But it's not so good in the first place." He said looking at the straps that restrained him from moving a good bit. It was a good while until reinforcements arrived and scraped every one of those Autobots in the small research faculty.


After he was back on patrol of the perimeter of Kaon he decided to take a little visit to the newly abandoned research faculty. "Now lets see if we can salvage anything to use against those foolish Autobots." And while he was about to abandon the search, he found a whole ARENA filled with weaponry. "Scrap me up and call me material..." Blackmist said in amazement at the quantity of the weaponry. "Well...those Autobots aren't as peaceful as they appear to be." But his statement was soon proved wrong as when he was observing them he discovered that the weapons were, "Decepticon weaponry!" he understood now why he was captured. they wanted to use Decepticon weaponry against there own creators. "Lord Megatron will be pleased to have all this weaponry to build new units with." Blackmist said as he was about to speak into his comm-beacon to tell Megatron about his "discovery".



Just Changed the name, stats, and everything really besides the height.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Sat Mar 03, 2012 8:30 am

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Turbine wrote:
Turbine wrote:Blackmist

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Scout/Assassin
Alt. mode: Black and Navy Omega Wing Jet Fighter
Weapons: 2 Rocket launchers (jet), 4 energon laser pistols (robot)
Height: 31 ft / 9,46 m
Quote: “The only thing that survives my weaponry is...well,nothing."

Strength: 06
Intelligence: 05
Dexterity: 07
Speed: 07
Endurance: 08
Courage: 08
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 05
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 02
Charisma: 04
Rank: N/A

Profile: Blackmist is as ninja-like as a cold barren Cybertron night. He doesn't take no for an answer unless it's Lord Megatron. His four laser pistols,when used right,can penetrate even Ironhide's Armor.

Abilities: His top speed is 350 miles per hour. not so far, but in time it can get him a LONG way. Also, his energon laser pistols can snap onto his rocket launchers to provide compressed energon shells.

Weaknesses: Blackmist, when using his rocket launcher with the energon shells, can get him too confident and he thinks that he is more powerful than ZETA PRIME himself.

Sample Post: Blackmist was in Kaon patrolling the perimeter of the newly activated Energon Bridge. He was about to finish off a Autobot trying to lead a small strike group. When out of nowhere a Autobot drop-ship exploded but a mere 30meters away. "What the-" His voice was cut off as the Autobot caught him by surprise in delivering a fierce uppercut to his throat.
"Why you little-" Again his voice faltered as a new Autobot tackled him from behind bringing him down and out. "Wha- where am I?" He said as he awoke from his power-down sequence. "Well it's better than shutting down. But it's not so good in the first place." He said looking at the straps that restrained him from moving a good bit. It was a good while until reinforcements arrived and scraped every one of those Autobots in the small research faculty.


After he was back on patrol of the perimeter of Kaon he decided to take a little visit to the newly abandoned research faculty. "Now lets see if we can salvage anything to use against those foolish Autobots." And while he was about to abandon the search, he found a whole ARENA filled with weaponry. "Scrap me up and call me material..." Blackmist said in amazement at the quantity of the weaponry. "Well...those Autobots aren't as peaceful as they appear to be." But his statement was soon proved wrong as when he was observing them he discovered that the weapons were, "Decepticon weaponry!" he understood now why he was captured. they wanted to use Decepticon weaponry against there own creators. "Lord Megatron will be pleased to have all this weaponry to build new units with." Blackmist said as he was about to speak into his comm-beacon to tell Megatron about his "discovery".



Just Changed the name, stats, and everything really besides the height.


Denied. There is not enough information in the profile or the abilities sections. Not to mention you used the names of characters in your profile without getting the permission from their players to do so.

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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Turbine » Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:07 am

Motto: "You're only as good as you prove yourself to be."
Weapon: High-Velocity Sonic Blaster
Name: Horri-Bull
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Ground Trooper
Alt. mode: Bull
Weapons: Concussion Blaster, Flame Tail, Horns
Special Abilities: Black Cloud Smokescreen, smells horrible (trust me, it deserves to be listed)
Height: 33 ' = 10.06 m
Quote: Smash all that stands and trample the rest.

Strength: 08
Intelligence: 06
Dexterity: 05
Speed: 05
Endurance: 08
Courage: 08
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 06
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 04
Charisma: 03
Rank: 05

Profile: If ever there were a Decepticon worth avoiding, Horri-Bull is it. It's not just that he's a bad tempered bully with a penchant for smashing through anything (or anyone) in his path and then coming back and grinding them into dust. No, why so many Transformers (be they Autobot or Decepticon) tend to go out of their way to avoid Horri-Bull, is that when it comes to personal hygiene, Horri-Bull leaves a lot to be desired. Even he can't remember the last time he had a steam bath, and his body is coated with several years worth of grime and grease. To make matters worse, a glitch in his internal fuel lines means that he continually regurgitates used oil as a black sludge that then drips (or worse, sprays) from his mouth as he talks. This, combined with the fact that he has a habit of belching noxious clouds of black smoke from his nose goes some way to explaining why he is such a solitary character. Many wonder why Horri-Bull doesn't at least wash, or have his fuel lines repaired. The fact is, he likes being an odious slob, feeling it somehow sets him apart from the run-of-the-mill Decepticon warrior

Abilities: Though somewhat limited in the brain department, Horri-Bull is both very strong and very tough (though it's rumored that a good percentage of his armor plating is actually dirt). He's a lumbering engine of destruction, wielding (in robot mode) a concussion blaster with an effective range of over twelve miles. In bull mode, he's even more densely armored, and uses a tail flame thrower to incinerate his enemies. If Horri-Bull wishes to hide himself from enemy view (and it's not an option he often feels constrained to use), he can emit an effective - if odorous - smokescreen by exhaling dense clouds of black smoke. He's by no means fast, but he always gets the job done!

Weaknesses: Horri-Bull has few actual weaknesses, but does tend to find himself isolated from back-up in battles. It's also said that if the wind is blowing in the wrong direction, Horri-Bull is something of a liability, as his foes can smell him a mile off!

Sample Post: Horri-Bull hated sentry duty. Not just because it was boring. Not just because it didn't involve smashing things on a regular basis but it was done solely to let the base air out after accumulating too much of the lumbering Decepticon's trademark filth and stench. A fact he found all the more annoying but the fact that he was often prodded out by his comrades at gun point when he didn't want to leave.

Fortunately they were station on a marshy planet and there was a nearby bog for him to wallow in. Horri-Bull's sole comfort was the warm, dirty waters that prevailed in this dirty, humid environment. He often let himself sink in up to his optics in beast mode doing his best Skullcruncher immitation as he waited for Autobots to come by. The waters did something to weaken his scent and thus granted him some concealment.

His eyes darted to the left, seeing something moving underwater. "Trying to sneak in eh?" He says, converting to robot mode and firing at the spot the thing was moving. But what rose out of the water was what looked like an ominous pair of jaws attached to the planet's most dangerous predator. Horri-Bull scoffed and fired again, the shots get the beast angry enough to charge. However when it got close it began to recoil. "Can't stand my smell huh? Too bad for you that it's not negotiable." He gets in close enough to force the beasts jaws open and cram the gun barrel inside, firing several times until the beast dies. "Well I can't say this was boring." He remarked before reverting to his beast mode, watching as the waters claimed the beast's body. He then returns to his spot and continues to wallow, waiting to be relived.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:31 am

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Turbine wrote:Name: Horri-Bull
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Ground Trooper
Alt. mode: Bull
Weapons: Concussion Blaster, Flame Tail, Horns
Special Abilities: Black Cloud Smokescreen, smells horrible (trust me, it deserves to be listed)
Height: 33 ' = 10.06 m
Quote: Smash all that stands and trample the rest.

Strength: 08
Intelligence: 06
Dexterity: 05
Speed: 05
Endurance: 08
Courage: 08
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 06
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 04
Charisma: 03
Rank: 05

Profile: If ever there were a Decepticon worth avoiding, Horri-Bull is it. It's not just that he's a bad tempered bully with a penchant for smashing through anything (or anyone) in his path and then coming back and grinding them into dust. No, why so many Transformers (be they Autobot or Decepticon) tend to go out of their way to avoid Horri-Bull, is that when it comes to personal hygiene, Horri-Bull leaves a lot to be desired. Even he can't remember the last time he had a steam bath, and his body is coated with several years worth of grime and grease. To make matters worse, a glitch in his internal fuel lines means that he continually regurgitates used oil as a black sludge that then drips (or worse, sprays) from his mouth as he talks. This, combined with the fact that he has a habit of belching noxious clouds of black smoke from his nose goes some way to explaining why he is such a solitary character. Many wonder why Horri-Bull doesn't at least wash, or have his fuel lines repaired. The fact is, he likes being an odious slob, feeling it somehow sets him apart from the run-of-the-mill Decepticon warrior

Abilities: Though somewhat limited in the brain department, Horri-Bull is both very strong and very tough (though it's rumored that a good percentage of his armor plating is actually dirt). He's a lumbering engine of destruction, wielding (in robot mode) a concussion blaster with an effective range of over twelve miles. In bull mode, he's even more densely armored, and uses a tail flame thrower to incinerate his enemies. If Horri-Bull wishes to hide himself from enemy view (and it's not an option he often feels constrained to use), he can emit an effective - if odorous - smokescreen by exhaling dense clouds of black smoke. He's by no means fast, but he always gets the job done!

Weaknesses: Horri-Bull has few actual weaknesses, but does tend to find himself isolated from back-up in battles. It's also said that if the wind is blowing in the wrong direction, Horri-Bull is something of a liability, as his foes can smell him a mile off!

Sample Post: Horri-Bull hated sentry duty. Not just because it was boring. Not just because it didn't involve smashing things on a regular basis but it was done solely to let the base air out after accumulating too much of the lumbering Decepticon's trademark filth and stench. A fact he found all the more annoying but the fact that he was often prodded out by his comrades at gun point when he didn't want to leave.

Fortunately they were station on a marshy planet and there was a nearby bog for him to wallow in. Horri-Bull's sole comfort was the warm, dirty waters that prevailed in this dirty, humid environment. He often let himself sink in up to his optics in beast mode doing his best Skullcruncher immitation as he waited for Autobots to come by. The waters did something to weaken his scent and thus granted him some concealment.

His eyes darted to the left, seeing something moving underwater. "Trying to sneak in eh?" He says, converting to robot mode and firing at the spot the thing was moving. But what rose out of the water was what looked like an ominous pair of jaws attached to the planet's most dangerous predator. Horri-Bull scoffed and fired again, the shots get the beast angry enough to charge. However when it got close it began to recoil. "Can't stand my smell huh? Too bad for you that it's not negotiable." He gets in close enough to force the beasts jaws open and cram the gun barrel inside, firing several times until the beast dies. "Well I can't say this was boring." He remarked before reverting to his beast mode, watching as the waters claimed the beast's body. He then returns to his spot and continues to wallow, waiting to be relived.


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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Delta Magnus » Tue Mar 06, 2012 1:41 pm

Motto: "Do a barrel roll!"
Weapon: Railgun
There wasn't nearly enough information on the first post, so here's another go.

Chromia

Allegiance: Autobots
Sub-group: None
Function: Weapons Specialist
Alternate Modes: Mazda 8 (weapon transforms into motorcycle)
Weapons: Gauss shotgun, concealed machine gun, combat knife.
Special Abilities: Regenerating health (slow)
Height: 25ft/ 3m (confused by this bit!)
Quote: “Either get in gear or get out of the way."


Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 5
Courage: 5
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 4
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 6
Rank: 4

Profile: A pretty, but tough-as-nails bot, Chromia is what most people would call trigger-happy. She's far too comfortable with her enormous gauss shotgun in hand, and seems to enjoy nothing more than blowing Decepticons to pieces of scrap metal. No small wonder, then, that she finds a kindred spirit in Ironhide.

Abilities: Chromia possesses little in the way of abilities, preferring to rely on brute force and courage. However, she does have a Nanocon conduit, which repairs her armour and systems during combat. Her main skills, however, lie in her resilience and enormous weapon.

Her weapon of choice is a gigantic gauss shotgun. It is so large that she cannot conceal it in her vehicle mode, and as such it transforms into a motorcycle which follows her around. In weapon mode, it fires shells containing pellets of depleted uranium. The weapon has fierce recoil, but could easily blast apart a Decepticon's head with one shot. However, the kickback means it is very difficult to shoot straight with. She also has a hefty combat knife, which has no particular distinguishing features, aside from its weight and size. Chromia is quite skilled with it, and is definately dangerous in close combat.

Chromia is incredibly resiliant, shrugging off shots that would fell bots twice her size. Also, despite having been created before the Great War, she is incredibly attractive (for Transformers) and highly likeable, barely looking or feeling a day over 1000.

In vehicle mode Chromia can reach 170 Mph. Her tires have particularly good grip and as such she has very good handling. Her bodywork is also reinforced, and can ram even armoured Decepticons without taking much damage. She also has a concealed machine gun in her left headlight, which can work in either mode. Her vehicle mode holo-matter avatar is a young woman based on Sigourney Weaver (Chromia's favourite piece of human media was the movie Alien whilst her weapon's avatar is an unidentifiable woman, dressed in bike leathers and a helmet with a tinted visor.


Weaknesses: Chromia is not the most accurate of bots, preferring to blast away in the general direction of the enemy. She also doesn’t care much for sophisticated technology, and as such has low tech skill. Indeed, her own weapon is positively ancient, and dates back before the Great War. However, her biggest vice is undoubtedly her sheer aggression. She does not take prisoners, and if given half a chance, will dash in the direction of the enemy, shotgun blazing.


Sample post:

"You fool, fool!!" shouted Shrapnel, as his dim-witted accomplices dropped the crate of stolen plutonium again. "Keep on doing that and you'll vapurize us and everything within a kilometre, kilometre!" The drones quickly apologized, whimpered, and picked up the crate again. Shrapnel had arrived with 12 Salvo drones and 3 Seeker drones at the enrichment plant scarcely 3 hours ago and they were already fouling up. There had been a few Autobot defenders-6 Arielbot drones and an orange female who seemed to transform into a hatchback-Lickety-Split, she said her name was during the interrogation-but they had been dealt with. The Arielbots had destroyed a few Salvoes but were quickly anihilated by the Seekers and their cluster bombs. Lickety-Split, on the other hand, did manage to kill a Seeker with a well-placed slug to the spark, but when she realized the game was up she quickly tried to retreat, only to be cornered, where se screamed and curled up into a ball. Shrapnel had not enjoyed interrogating her. As keen a fighter as he was, he hated harming females, especially females as pretty and helpless as her. Alas, the Seekers who had seen their comrade killed by her were not so sympathetic, and had tied her up ready to be taken back to HQ, despite Shrapnel's protests and the amiable-but-childlike distress of the Salvoes-not that they had a clue what was going on, but they were built to kill, not to cause pain.

Shrapnel was just contemplating this when he had a loud bang and a high-pitched grating metallic squeal of agony, followed by a clunk and a splat. "Oh dear" murmered Shrapnel "We've been found, found..."

"That you have!" shouted a female voice, followed by the door being kicked down. One of the Salvoe drones looked round and reched for his weapon, but his head was blown apart in a shower of sparks and burst of orange mech-fluid before he could even ready it. The other drones looked on with a mixture of awe and fear. If they hadn't been wearing mouthplates, they would probably be drooling. In front of the was an attractive but incredibly well-armoured blue Autobot femme, with an enormous smoking shotgun in one hand, and a hefty knife in the other. Behind her were two Protectobot drones, armed with rifles.

"Well come on then! Don't just stand their gawping, open FIRE, FIRE!" bellowed Shrapnel. The drones began to draw their weapons, and started firing, but weren't particularly good shots. The Protectobots opened fire, cutting down 4 Slavoes and 1 Seeker. Then Chromia joined in, rushing towards them, firing as she ran. One by one, she blasted the drones apart with rounds from her gigantic weapon. She and the Protectobots advanced, mowing down the Decpticons in great gouts of plasma and cerebral fluid. The last Seeker fired like a maniac, incapacitating one of the Protectobots, but Chromia was on him in a seond, and cut him in two with a sweep of her knife.

Shrapnel raised his weapon but before he could pull the trigger, Chromia raised her hand. "Now, look at you chances. There are no drones left, and me and my friend here could blow your head off in a split second. Even if you did manage to kill us both, my other friend is getting a lot better." Indeed he was, and the other Protectobot staggered to his feet. "Now, if you hand over the plutonium, the prisoner, and get your sorry manifold out of our sight, you can keep your head. Comprehende?" Shrapnel lowered his weapon. He hesitated. Then, finally, he responded.

"Fine. Go ahead. I didn't even want the prisoner, but the alternative was killing her, and I didn't want to do that, that. I may be a Decepticon, but I'm not sparkless, Sparkless." He spluttered.

"Good. Now get the frak OUT!" She shouted, and Shrapnel promptly did so, transforming and scurrying away. When he had gone, Chromia strutted over to the little female tied up on the floor in the corner.

"Right. Now let's see what these ounks have done to you. Can you hear me?" Asked Chromia, gently.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Hocus-Pocus » Thu Mar 08, 2012 4:48 am

Hosehead for Nebulos, please.

Name: Hosehead
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Emergency Rescue
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Fire Engine
Weapons: Accelerator Rifle, Twin Short-Range Laser Pistols
Height: 31 ft / 9.46 m
Quote: ”If at first you don't succeed, keep trying."


Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 8
Courage: 9
Firepower: 5
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 5
Rank: 6

Profile: Hosehead always has the desire, but often lacks the ability. Ready, willing and unable could be his motto. Although he has proven himself to be courageous and skillful in the most desperate of situations, his eagerness to be helpful at all times, even times when his help isn't needed, has often gotten him into trouble. He has rescued mechs after they already have been rescued. He once doused a building with fire ****** chemicals after the fire that had engulfed it had already been extinguished. He is famous for doing the right thing at the wrong time. Some suspect that this chronic problem is a result of crossed cerebral circuits. But those who know him best realise that his bumbling behavior stems from insecurities within him born of his once being a low-level microchip counter in a transistor factory on Cybertron. He joined the Autobots because he believed that he could do more with his life. He's been trying—many would say over-trying—to prove his value to them ever since. Fortunately, Hosehead has been slowly learning how to make better decisions in tense situations, allowing him to perform more effectively in such circumstances.

Abilities: Hosehead transforms into a hi-tech fire engine. In this mode, he is equipped with a hydraulic ladder, high pressure water hose, fire ****** foam, infra-red sensors for finding hidden sources of heat (such as fires within walls and living beings), and emergency medical and repair equipment. He has a maximum speed of 240 miles per hour and a range of 600 miles. He is armed with two short-range laser pistols and an accelerator rifle, which causes its targets' internal mechanisms to speed up uncontrollably, resulting in mechanical breakdowns and emptying fuel reserves. In robot mode, he has great strength and endurance.

Weaknesses: Given the frequency of the unnecessary tasks he engages in, Hosehead often runs low on fuel.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Devastron » Fri Mar 09, 2012 8:02 pm

Weapon: Energo-Sword
Delta Magnus wrote:There wasn't nearly enough information on the first post, so here's another go.

Chromia

Allegiance: Autobots
Sub-group: None
Function: Weapons Specialist
Alternate Modes: Mazda 8 (weapon transforms into motorcycle)
Weapons: Gauss shotgun, concealed machine gun, combat knife.
Special Abilities: Regenerating health (slow)
Height: 25ft/ 3m (confused by this bit!)
Quote: “Either get in gear or get out of the way."


Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 5
Courage: 5
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 4
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 6
Rank: 4

Profile: A pretty, but tough-as-nails bot, Chromia is what most people would call trigger-happy. She's far too comfortable with her enormous gauss shotgun in hand, and seems to enjoy nothing more than blowing Decepticons to pieces of scrap metal. No small wonder, then, that she finds a kindred spirit in Ironhide.

Abilities: Chromia possesses little in the way of abilities, preferring to rely on brute force and courage. However, she does have a Nanocon conduit, which repairs her armour and systems during combat. Her main skills, however, lie in her resilience and enormous weapon.

Her weapon of choice is a gigantic gauss shotgun. It is so large that she cannot conceal it in her vehicle mode, and as such it transforms into a motorcycle which follows her around. In weapon mode, it fires shells containing pellets of depleted uranium. The weapon has fierce recoil, but could easily blast apart a Decepticon's head with one shot. However, the kickback means it is very difficult to shoot straight with. She also has a hefty combat knife, which has no particular distinguishing features, aside from its weight and size. Chromia is quite skilled with it, and is definately dangerous in close combat.

Chromia is incredibly resiliant, shrugging off shots that would fell bots twice her size. Also, despite having been created before the Great War, she is incredibly attractive (for Transformers) and highly likeable, barely looking or feeling a day over 1000.

In vehicle mode Chromia can reach 170 Mph. Her tires have particularly good grip and as such she has very good handling. Her bodywork is also reinforced, and can ram even armoured Decepticons without taking much damage. She also has a concealed machine gun in her left headlight, which can work in either mode. Her vehicle mode holo-matter avatar is a young woman based on Sigourney Weaver (Chromia's favourite piece of human media was the movie Alien whilst her weapon's avatar is an unidentifiable woman, dressed in bike leathers and a helmet with a tinted visor.


Weaknesses: Chromia is not the most accurate of bots, preferring to blast away in the general direction of the enemy. She also doesn’t care much for sophisticated technology, and as such has low tech skill. Indeed, her own weapon is positively ancient, and dates back before the Great War. However, her biggest vice is undoubtedly her sheer aggression. She does not take prisoners, and if given half a chance, will dash in the direction of the enemy, shotgun blazing.


Sample post:

"You fool, fool!!" shouted Shrapnel, as his dim-witted accomplices dropped the crate of stolen plutonium again. "Keep on doing that and you'll vapurize us and everything within a kilometre, kilometre!" The drones quickly apologized, whimpered, and picked up the crate again. Shrapnel had arrived with 12 Salvo drones and 3 Seeker drones at the enrichment plant scarcely 3 hours ago and they were already fouling up. There had been a few Autobot defenders-6 Arielbot drones and an orange female who seemed to transform into a hatchback-Lickety-Split, she said her name was during the interrogation-but they had been dealt with. The Arielbots had destroyed a few Salvoes but were quickly anihilated by the Seekers and their cluster bombs. Lickety-Split, on the other hand, did manage to kill a Seeker with a well-placed slug to the spark, but when she realized the game was up she quickly tried to retreat, only to be cornered, where se screamed and curled up into a ball. Shrapnel had not enjoyed interrogating her. As keen a fighter as he was, he hated harming females, especially females as pretty and helpless as her. Alas, the Seekers who had seen their comrade killed by her were not so sympathetic, and had tied her up ready to be taken back to HQ, despite Shrapnel's protests and the amiable-but-childlike distress of the Salvoes-not that they had a clue what was going on, but they were built to kill, not to cause pain.

Shrapnel was just contemplating this when he had a loud bang and a high-pitched grating metallic squeal of agony, followed by a clunk and a splat. "Oh dear" murmered Shrapnel "We've been found, found..."

"That you have!" shouted a female voice, followed by the door being kicked down. One of the Salvoe drones looked round and reched for his weapon, but his head was blown apart in a shower of sparks and burst of orange mech-fluid before he could even ready it. The other drones looked on with a mixture of awe and fear. If they hadn't been wearing mouthplates, they would probably be drooling. In front of the was an attractive but incredibly well-armoured blue Autobot femme, with an enormous smoking shotgun in one hand, and a hefty knife in the other. Behind her were two Protectobot drones, armed with rifles.

"Well come on then! Don't just stand their gawping, open FIRE, FIRE!" bellowed Shrapnel. The drones began to draw their weapons, and started firing, but weren't particularly good shots. The Protectobots opened fire, cutting down 4 Slavoes and 1 Seeker. Then Chromia joined in, rushing towards them, firing as she ran. One by one, she blasted the drones apart with rounds from her gigantic weapon. She and the Protectobots advanced, mowing down the Decpticons in great gouts of plasma and cerebral fluid. The last Seeker fired like a maniac, incapacitating one of the Protectobots, but Chromia was on him in a seond, and cut him in two with a sweep of her knife.

Shrapnel raised his weapon but before he could pull the trigger, Chromia raised her hand. "Now, look at you chances. There are no drones left, and me and my friend here could blow your head off in a split second. Even if you did manage to kill us both, my other friend is getting a lot better." Indeed he was, and the other Protectobot staggered to his feet. "Now, if you hand over the plutonium, the prisoner, and get your sorry manifold out of our sight, you can keep your head. Comprehende?" Shrapnel lowered his weapon. He hesitated. Then, finally, he responded.

"Fine. Go ahead. I didn't even want the prisoner, but the alternative was killing her, and I didn't want to do that, that. I may be a Decepticon, but I'm not sparkless, Sparkless." He spluttered.

"Good. Now get the frak OUT!" She shouted, and Shrapnel promptly did so, transforming and scurrying away. When he had gone, Chromia strutted over to the little female tied up on the floor in the corner.

"Right. Now let's see what these ounks have done to you. Can you hear me?" Asked Chromia, gently.


First let me apologize as I had intended to look this over earlier but have been fairly busy as of late.

The application isn't bad, but I am going to make a few suggestions. I would like to see a bit more in the profile section, more talk about her personality or how she gets along with others. You have a good start there, I'd just like to see some more details. The larger problem is that the abilities section doesn't really go along with her stats. She is supposed to be very tough, but her endurance doesn't reflect that. Firepower 7 is good, but the way her gun is described it should be at least an 8. I would suggest dumping the special ability and adjusting a lot of her stats.

Stats for a character like this can often be tricky, seeing as how she was in the cartoon but never received a toy with tech specs. After doing a little research and thinking about it here are the stats I would give her.

Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 6
Endurance: 8
Courage: 8
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 6
Rank: 5

I have to say I don't really like the idea of her weapon turning into a separate vehicle in and of itself. Perhaps it can change into some sort of small towed trailer she could pull behind her? That seems like it would be less complicated and keep with the theme that the weapon is large and a bit unwieldy even in her alternate mode.

Other than those things it looks pretty good. I'd just say we don't use drones quite like you did in the sample post but that's just info you should have for the game, no need to change the sample. I would recommend a spelling and grammar checker as well to catch some of those typos that plague all of us. I know I use them whenever I post and it helps a lot. :D
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Foxfire13795 » Fri Mar 09, 2012 11:14 pm

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
Streetwise

Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Protectobots
Function: Interceptor
Alternate Modes: Police modified Nissan 300ZX
Weapons: Photon Pistol, Trunk-mounted Double-barreled Air Compressor Cannon
Height: 23ft/7.015m
Quote: “You have to know where you are before you know what to do."


Strength: 5
Intelligence: 9
Dexterity: 5
Speed: 6
Endurance: 6
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 4
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 6
Rank: 5


Profile:

Streetwise notices the things that others let slip by them and, more importantly, he remembers them. From maps to road signs to colloquial expressions, Streetwise notes everything he sees or hears for future reference. Thus he can drive through a city with intimate knowledge of its twists and turns after only a glance at a map and understand with ease what the locals are saying. During the Protectobots’ emergency rescue operations, Streetwise is often dispatched to track whatever Decepticon was responsible for the mess while the others focus on cleanup. His amazing eye for detail and adaptability make him an excellent and determined tracker, and his clever streak helps him stay a step ahead of what his prey is thinking. Invariably, when the Protectobots have regrouped to tackle the threat, Streetwise leads them right to their target.

Streetwise’s human avatar is an above average height male around his early thirties. He wears a standard police officer uniform, which changes slightly to fit wherever he happens to be at the moment. He has short, cropped black hair with a bit of five o’clock shadow. The avatar also has warm brown eyes. The facsimile almost looks like something out of a loose cannon cop action movie, which happens to be where Streetwise had drawn his inspiration from. Streetwise has named his avatar Hank Steel.

Abilities:

Subject has great intelligence, and he’s one of the most notable trackers of the Transformers. He’s equipped with receptors that can tap into computer systems and download available electronic information from local resources, allowing him to obtain maps, historical information, and other data for use while on the hunt. His ability to adapt and mesh with cultures is second only to Jazz.

In vehicle mode, he can travel at 180 mph for up to 400 miles at a time. Subject can deploy a trunk-mounted double-barreled air compressor cannon that has enough power to knock an airborne Decepticon out of the sky at a distance of 50 miles. He carries a photon pistol that can be set to fire destructive light beams or bright flashes that can disable optic sensors. He joins with the Protectobots to form Defensor.

Weaknesses:

Subject often ignores the need to refuel when deeply involved in a tracking mission, which can lead him to run out of power in the middle of the hunt. The ceaseless way he pushes himself while hunting his targets can cause him to overheat.

Sample Post:

Streetwise was idling beside a welcome center into some no name county. He’d been sent here before the rest of his team to get a general idea of the area before they began operations. Of course, a general idea of the area meant knowing it forward and backwards for Streetwise. Some Autobots said that he’d even know where he was if he was offline. That was exaggerated obviously. At this moment, he was downloading road maps of the county and its cities. Streetwise was scanning through the local history of this county in the meantime and familiarizing himself with the minor deviations in the dialect that seemed to always spring up in a language. Not that he minded. The humans’ culture fascinated him. Any culture did really.

The download swiftly completed and Streetwise began his sweep of the city and surrounding area the operation was going to be staged at. Maps were all well and good, but he preferred to feel the road beneath his wheels before he would claim he knew these streets. He projected his human avatar in the front seat, merely to make it seem like someone was driving and rolled out. Being a police car as he was, it would’ve been easy to move through traffic if he turned on his sirens, but there was no real need to and learning how traffic moved was a part of his job, and he took his job seriously.

As it was, the city was actually a fairly small town, and Streetwise immediately grew familiar with every twist and turn of even its most obscure back roads. The surrounding area was even easier to memorize. He found a few streets that weren’t marked on the map and made a note of them. They could be useful later.

Streetwise was passing through the town again when he realized with surprise that he was nearly out of fuel. He’d known it was low, of course, but his job took priority over trivial matters such as refueling. Streetwise only allowed his attention to wander to it now because his mission had been completed. Swinging into one of the side roads that were now as familiar to him as Cybertron had been, Streetwise made his way back toward the rest of the Protectobots.

As he passed an alley, Streetwise caught a glimpse of something that made him stop. A human female was being assaulted by another human male. It seemed like this planet’s decepticons spawned from everywhere. He couldn’t interfere as himself, but Streetwise knew who could.

Hank Steel stepped out of the police car. Sweeping into the alley with an oddly graceful stride, the cop was on the assailant before he even knew that Hank was there. Hank deftly tore the man away from the woman and slammed him against the wall with inhuman strength. Hank checked himself, making sure he did not injure the man. The man was ugly by human standards, Hank could tell. His hair was slick with grease, and he smelled like he hadn’t taken a bath in weeks. When the assailant opened his mouth to talk, Hank could see that not many of this man’s teeth were left.

“Yo, wassup wit you, man?! You come bustin’ up in here like you own dis turf. Don’t you know dis is the Braiser’s turf?"

Spittle flew from the gaps in the man’s teeth and flecked Hank’s face. Hank could only smirk. Obviously, this man wasn’t aware of the significance of his gang’s name. The man’s face reddened at Hank’s smirk. He looked like he was about to blow a fuse. Hank tried to speak, but the man started shouting profanities at him. Hank waited until the man was done. Finally, the man’s rage seemed to cool as he realized the cop had not been impressed by his rather extensive vocabulary.

“Who are you? Don’t you know who the Braisers are? If you touch me, they’ll crack yo skull and throw yo body in a gutter! Git outta here!"

Hank let the ghost of an amused smile touch his lips before it disappeared. He answered the criminal in a cold, authoritative voice, “I don’t care who you are or who your friends are, got that? As for who I am, well, you can call me Steel. Officer Steel." The criminal’s eyes widened as he realized for the first time that Hank was wearing an officer’s uniform.

“A cop! But you ain’t from around here, are you? Look, man, I can hook you up with somethin’ real nice if you just let me go," the miscreant smiled wolfishly, “It’ll be real hush-hush. No one has to know, ai’t?"

Hank smiled conspiratorially. The criminal’s grin widened. Hank released the pressure on the criminal, allowing him to move slightly, and then slammed him back against the wall with just enough strength to knock him out. The criminal crumpled to the ground. Hank wiped the man’s spittle off of his face and turned to address the woman. She looked utterly terrified. She couldn’t be more than sixteen. Hank’s expression softened.

Holding out a hand toward her, he spoke in soft, reassuring tones, “C’mon kid, I’ll take you home."

The girl shuffled toward him timidly, staring at the unconscious assailant. Hank knelt down and cuffed him. He tossed the man up onto his shoulder and led the way back to the police car. Hank dumped the criminal unceremoniously into the back seat as the girl got into the passenger seat of the car. Hank got back into the police car and asked the girl where she lived. She told him.

Streetwise rolled out toward the girl’s home with a mental sigh. He hadn’t intended to get involved like this, but he was glad he had. He dropped off the girl, who was obviously infatuated with the comforting and friendly Hank Steel. From what he knew of this planet, she probably imagined him to be her knight in shining armor.

The crook was next. Hank dumped him off at the local police station, but from what he knew of this town’s gang, the crook would probably be out before the week was out. There were human Decepticon spies within the ranks of the human Autobots, but he could do nothing about it. At least not right now.

As Streetwise was heading out of the town, he realized that his energon was almost completely gone. He wouldn’t have enough to get back to the Protectobots. Reluctantly, Streetwise sent a short range transmission to Hot Spot.

>>Yo…Hot Spot? It’s Streetwise. I might…sort of…need some refueling. I ran into some unexpected delays…and I’m not gonna be able to make it back on my own. Can you help me out?<<
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Insidious » Sat Mar 10, 2012 1:10 pm

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Trickster wrote:Hosehead for Nebulos, please.

Name: Hosehead
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Emergency Rescue
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Fire Engine
Weapons: Accelerator Rifle, Twin Short-Range Laser Pistols
Height: 31 ft / 9.46 m
Quote: ”If at first you don't succeed, keep trying."


Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 8
Courage: 9
Firepower: 5
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 5
Rank: 6

Profile: Hosehead always has the desire, but often lacks the ability. Ready, willing and unable could be his motto. Although he has proven himself to be courageous and skillful in the most desperate of situations, his eagerness to be helpful at all times, even times when his help isn't needed, has often gotten him into trouble. He has rescued mechs after they already have been rescued. He once doused a building with fire ****** chemicals after the fire that had engulfed it had already been extinguished. He is famous for doing the right thing at the wrong time. Some suspect that this chronic problem is a result of crossed cerebral circuits. But those who know him best realise that his bumbling behavior stems from insecurities within him born of his once being a low-level microchip counter in a transistor factory on Cybertron. He joined the Autobots because he believed that he could do more with his life. He's been trying—many would say over-trying—to prove his value to them ever since. Fortunately, Hosehead has been slowly learning how to make better decisions in tense situations, allowing him to perform more effectively in such circumstances.

Abilities: Hosehead transforms into a hi-tech fire engine. In this mode, he is equipped with a hydraulic ladder, high pressure water hose, fire ****** foam, infra-red sensors for finding hidden sources of heat (such as fires within walls and living beings), and emergency medical and repair equipment. He has a maximum speed of 240 miles per hour and a range of 600 miles. He is armed with two short-range laser pistols and an accelerator rifle, which causes its targets' internal mechanisms to speed up uncontrollably, resulting in mechanical breakdowns and emptying fuel reserves. In robot mode, he has great strength and endurance.

Weaknesses: Given the frequency of the unnecessary tasks he engages in, Hosehead often runs low on fuel.


Looks solid all around. We're just gonna fiddle with the stat numbers some.

Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 5
Speed: 6
Endurance: 8
Courage: 9
Firepower: 5
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 6
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 6
Rank: 5

Make those little adjustments when you post the profile. Certainly no reason to hold up the app. Approved, enjoy :D
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Insidious » Sat Mar 10, 2012 1:15 pm

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Foxfire13795 wrote:Streetwise

Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Protectobots
Function: Interceptor
Alternate Modes: Police modified Nissan 300ZX
Weapons: Photon Pistol, Trunk-mounted Double-barreled Air Compressor Cannon
Height: 23ft/7.015m
Quote: “You have to know where you are before you know what to do."


Strength: 5
Intelligence: 9
Dexterity: 5
Speed: 6
Endurance: 6
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 4
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 6
Rank: 5


Profile:

Streetwise notices the things that others let slip by them and, more importantly, he remembers them. From maps to road signs to colloquial expressions, Streetwise notes everything he sees or hears for future reference. Thus he can drive through a city with intimate knowledge of its twists and turns after only a glance at a map and understand with ease what the locals are saying. During the Protectobots’ emergency rescue operations, Streetwise is often dispatched to track whatever Decepticon was responsible for the mess while the others focus on cleanup. His amazing eye for detail and adaptability make him an excellent and determined tracker, and his clever streak helps him stay a step ahead of what his prey is thinking. Invariably, when the Protectobots have regrouped to tackle the threat, Streetwise leads them right to their target.

Streetwise’s human avatar is an above average height male around his early thirties. He wears a standard police officer uniform, which changes slightly to fit wherever he happens to be at the moment. He has short, cropped black hair with a bit of five o’clock shadow. The avatar also has warm brown eyes. The facsimile almost looks like something out of a loose cannon cop action movie, which happens to be where Streetwise had drawn his inspiration from. Streetwise has named his avatar Hank Steel.

Abilities:

Subject has great intelligence, and he’s one of the most notable trackers of the Transformers. He’s equipped with receptors that can tap into computer systems and download available electronic information from local resources, allowing him to obtain maps, historical information, and other data for use while on the hunt. His ability to adapt and mesh with cultures is second only to Jazz.

In vehicle mode, he can travel at 180 mph for up to 400 miles at a time. Subject can deploy a trunk-mounted double-barreled air compressor cannon that has enough power to knock an airborne Decepticon out of the sky at a distance of 50 miles. He carries a photon pistol that can be set to fire destructive light beams or bright flashes that can disable optic sensors. He joins with the Protectobots to form Defensor.

Weaknesses:

Subject often ignores the need to refuel when deeply involved in a tracking mission, which can lead him to run out of power in the middle of the hunt. The ceaseless way he pushes himself while hunting his targets can cause him to overheat.

Sample Post:

Streetwise was idling beside a welcome center into some no name county. He’d been sent here before the rest of his team to get a general idea of the area before they began operations. Of course, a general idea of the area meant knowing it forward and backwards for Streetwise. Some Autobots said that he’d even know where he was if he was offline. That was exaggerated obviously. At this moment, he was downloading road maps of the county and its cities. Streetwise was scanning through the local history of this county in the meantime and familiarizing himself with the minor deviations in the dialect that seemed to always spring up in a language. Not that he minded. The humans’ culture fascinated him. Any culture did really.

The download swiftly completed and Streetwise began his sweep of the city and surrounding area the operation was going to be staged at. Maps were all well and good, but he preferred to feel the road beneath his wheels before he would claim he knew these streets. He projected his human avatar in the front seat, merely to make it seem like someone was driving and rolled out. Being a police car as he was, it would’ve been easy to move through traffic if he turned on his sirens, but there was no real need to and learning how traffic moved was a part of his job, and he took his job seriously.

As it was, the city was actually a fairly small town, and Streetwise immediately grew familiar with every twist and turn of even its most obscure back roads. The surrounding area was even easier to memorize. He found a few streets that weren’t marked on the map and made a note of them. They could be useful later.

Streetwise was passing through the town again when he realized with surprise that he was nearly out of fuel. He’d known it was low, of course, but his job took priority over trivial matters such as refueling. Streetwise only allowed his attention to wander to it now because his mission had been completed. Swinging into one of the side roads that were now as familiar to him as Cybertron had been, Streetwise made his way back toward the rest of the Protectobots.

As he passed an alley, Streetwise caught a glimpse of something that made him stop. A human female was being assaulted by another human male. It seemed like this planet’s decepticons spawned from everywhere. He couldn’t interfere as himself, but Streetwise knew who could.

Hank Steel stepped out of the police car. Sweeping into the alley with an oddly graceful stride, the cop was on the assailant before he even knew that Hank was there. Hank deftly tore the man away from the woman and slammed him against the wall with inhuman strength. Hank checked himself, making sure he did not injure the man. The man was ugly by human standards, Hank could tell. His hair was slick with grease, and he smelled like he hadn’t taken a bath in weeks. When the assailant opened his mouth to talk, Hank could see that not many of this man’s teeth were left.

“Yo, wassup wit you, man?! You come bustin’ up in here like you own dis turf. Don’t you know dis is the Braiser’s turf?"

Spittle flew from the gaps in the man’s teeth and flecked Hank’s face. Hank could only smirk. Obviously, this man wasn’t aware of the significance of his gang’s name. The man’s face reddened at Hank’s smirk. He looked like he was about to blow a fuse. Hank tried to speak, but the man started shouting profanities at him. Hank waited until the man was done. Finally, the man’s rage seemed to cool as he realized the cop had not been impressed by his rather extensive vocabulary.

“Who are you? Don’t you know who the Braisers are? If you touch me, they’ll crack yo skull and throw yo body in a gutter! Git outta here!"

Hank let the ghost of an amused smile touch his lips before it disappeared. He answered the criminal in a cold, authoritative voice, “I don’t care who you are or who your friends are, got that? As for who I am, well, you can call me Steel. Officer Steel." The criminal’s eyes widened as he realized for the first time that Hank was wearing an officer’s uniform.

“A cop! But you ain’t from around here, are you? Look, man, I can hook you up with somethin’ real nice if you just let me go," the miscreant smiled wolfishly, “It’ll be real hush-hush. No one has to know, ai’t?"

Hank smiled conspiratorially. The criminal’s grin widened. Hank released the pressure on the criminal, allowing him to move slightly, and then slammed him back against the wall with just enough strength to knock him out. The criminal crumpled to the ground. Hank wiped the man’s spittle off of his face and turned to address the woman. She looked utterly terrified. She couldn’t be more than sixteen. Hank’s expression softened.

Holding out a hand toward her, he spoke in soft, reassuring tones, “C’mon kid, I’ll take you home."

The girl shuffled toward him timidly, staring at the unconscious assailant. Hank knelt down and cuffed him. He tossed the man up onto his shoulder and led the way back to the police car. Hank dumped the criminal unceremoniously into the back seat as the girl got into the passenger seat of the car. Hank got back into the police car and asked the girl where she lived. She told him.

Streetwise rolled out toward the girl’s home with a mental sigh. He hadn’t intended to get involved like this, but he was glad he had. He dropped off the girl, who was obviously infatuated with the comforting and friendly Hank Steel. From what he knew of this planet, she probably imagined him to be her knight in shining armor.

The crook was next. Hank dumped him off at the local police station, but from what he knew of this town’s gang, the crook would probably be out before the week was out. There were human Decepticon spies within the ranks of the human Autobots, but he could do nothing about it. At least not right now.

As Streetwise was heading out of the town, he realized that his energon was almost completely gone. He wouldn’t have enough to get back to the Protectobots. Reluctantly, Streetwise sent a short range transmission to Hot Spot.

>>Yo…Hot Spot? It’s Streetwise. I might…sort of…need some refueling. I ran into some unexpected delays…and I’m not gonna be able to make it back on my own. Can you help me out?<<


Again, just some little stat adjustments that I've been informed of :P

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 9
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 6
Endurance: 6
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 6
Rank: 5

Adjust what you have in your profile to these when you post it up in the Autobots' profile section. Very nice sample post. I'm sure the Protectobots will be thrilled to be running at full steam. Approved, have fun. He's on the Guardian with the others. ;)^
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Delta Magnus » Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:11 am

Motto: "Do a barrel roll!"
Weapon: Railgun
OK, going to sort out this entry, as there were some problems, as you pointed out.


Chromia

Allegiance: Autobots
Sub-group: None
Function: Weapons Specialist
Alternate Modes: Mazda 8
Weapons: Gauss shotgun, concealed machine gun, combat knife.
Special Abilities: Regenerating health (slow)
Height: 25ft/ 3m (confused by this bit!)
Quote: “Either get in gear or get out of the way."


Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 8
Courage: 7
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 8
Rank: 5

Profile: A pretty, but tough-as-nails bot, Chromia is what most people would call trigger-happy. She's far too comfortable with her enormous gauss shotgun in hand, and seems to enjoy nothing more than blowing Decepticons to pieces of scrap metal. No small wonder, then, that she finds a kindred spirit in Ironhide.

Despite being such a keen fighter, she is also very sociable. She used to spend a lot of time chatting in various diesel houses back on Cybertron, and is greatly admired by her fellow Autobots, and even a few Decepticons. She is very chummy with Ironhide, as they are both quite gung-ho and always spoilling for a fight. They have fought side by side for many millenia (not sure I spelt that right) and a feeling of deep respect and even romance has blossomed between them. However, she is very protective towards her fellow femmebots. Some might even say that she is slightly the wrong way inclined, but none would say so to her face.

Abilities: Chromia possesses little in the way of abilities, preferring to rely on brute force and courage. However, she does have a Nanocon conduit, which repairs her armour and systems during combat. Her main skills, however, lie in her resilience and enormous weapon.

Her weapon of choice is a gigantic gauss shotgun. It is so large that it does not entirely fit in her vehicle mode, and the exposed part is disguised as a modified engine block. In weapon mode, it fires shells containing pellets of depleted uranium. The weapon has fierce recoil, but could easily blast apart a Decepticon's head with one shot. However, the kickback means it is very difficult to shoot straight with. She also has a hefty combat knife, which has no particular distinguishing features, aside from its weight and size. Chromia is quite skilled with it, and is definately dangerous in close combat.

Chromia is incredibly resiliant, shrugging off shots that would fell bots twice her size. Also, despite having been created before the Great War, she is incredibly attractive (for Transformers) and highly likeable, barely looking or feeling a day over 1000.

In vehicle mode Chromia can reach 170 Mph. Her tires have particularly good grip and as such she has very good handling. Her bodywork is also reinforced, and can ram even armoured Decepticons without taking much damage. She also has a concealed machine gun in her left headlight, which can work in either mode. Her vehicle mode holo-matter avatar is a young woman based on Sigourney Weaver (Chromia's favourite piece of human media was the movie Alien).

Weaknesses: Chromia is not the most accurate of bots, preferring to blast away in the general direction of the enemy. She also doesn’t care much for sophisticated technology, and as such has low tech skill. Indeed, her own weapon is positively ancient, and dates back before the Great War. However, her biggest vice is undoubtedly her sheer aggression. She does not take prisoners, and if given half a chance, will dash in the direction of the enemy, shotgun blazing.


Sample post:

"You fool, fool!!" shouted Shrapnel, as his dim-witted accomplices dropped the crate of stolen plutonium again. "Keep on doing that and you'll vapourize us and everything within a kilometre, kilometre!" The drones quickly apologized, whimpered, and picked up the crate again. Shrapnel had arrived with 12 Salvo drones and 3 Seeker drones at the enrichment plant scarcely 3 hours ago and they were already fouling up. There had been a few Autobot defenders-6 Arielbot drones and an orange female who seemed to transform into a hatchback-Lickety-Split, she said her name was during the interrogation-but they had been dealt with. The Arielbots had destroyed a few Salvoes but were quickly anihilated by the Seekers and their cluster bombs. Lickety-Split, on the other hand, did manage to kill a Seeker with a well-placed slug to the spark, but when she realized the game was up she quickly tried to retreat, only to be cornered, where se screamed and curled up into a ball. Shrapnel had not enjoyed interrogating her. As keen a fighter as he was, he hated harming females, especially females as pretty and helpless as her. Alas, the Seekers who had seen their comrade killed by her were not so sympathetic, and had tied her up ready to be taken back to HQ, despite Shrapnel's protests and the amiable-but-childlike distress of the Salvoes-not that they had a clue what was going on, but they were built to kill, not to cause pain.

Shrapnel was just contemplating this when he had a loud bang and a high-pitched grating metallic squeal of agony, followed by a clunk and a splat. "Oh dear" murmered Shrapnel "We've been found, found..."

"That you have!" shouted a female voice, followed by the door being kicked down. One of the Salvoe drones looked round and reched for his weapon, but his head was blown apart in a shower of sparks and burst of orange mech-fluid before he could even ready it. The other drones looked on with a mixture of awe and fear. If they hadn't been wearing mouthplates, they would probably be drooling. In front of the was an attractive but incredibly well-armoured blue Autobot femme, with an enormous smoking shotgun in one hand, and a hefty knife in the other. Behind her were two Protectobot drones, armed with rifles.

"Well come on then! Don't just stand their gawping, open FIRE, FIRE!" bellowed Shrapnel. The drones began to draw their weapons, and started firing, but weren't particularly good shots. The Protectobots opened fire, cutting down 4 Slavoes and 1 Seeker. Then Chromia joined in, rushing towards them, firing as she ran. One by one, she blasted the drones apart with rounds from her gigantic weapon. She and the Protectobots advanced, mowing down the Decpticons in great gouts of plasma and cerebral fluid. The last Seeker fired like a maniac, incapacitating one of the Protectobots, but Chromia was on him in a seond, and cut him in two with a sweep of her knife.

Shrapnel raised his weapon but before he could pull the trigger, Chromia raised her hand. "Now, look at you chances. There are no drones left, and me and my friend here could blow your head off in a split second. Even if you did manage to kill us both, my other friend is getting a lot better." Indeed he was, and the other Protectobot staggered to his feet. "Now, if you hand over the plutonium, the prisoner, and get your sorry manifold out of our sight, you can keep your head. Comprehende?" Shrapnel lowered his weapon. He hesitated. Then, finally, he responded.

"Fine. Go ahead. I didn't even want the prisoner, but the alternative was killing her, and I didn't want to do that, that. I may be a Decepticon, but I'm not sparkless, Sparkless." He spluttered.

"Good. Now get the frak OUT!" She shouted, and Shrapnel promptly did so, transforming and scurrying away. When he had gone, Chromia strutted over to the little female tied up on the floor in the corner.

"Right. Now let's see what these punks have done to you. Can you hear me?" Asked Chromia, gently.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby ChaosWave360 » Fri Mar 16, 2012 2:33 am

Weapon: Particle Beam Cannon
Terrorax

Allegiance: Decepticon  :CON:
Function: Living weapon
Alternate Modes: T-Rex
Weapons: Dark Particle Cannon, x2 Buster Claw and two virus energon wrist blades
Special Abilities: None
Height: 30ft/15 m
Quote: “Making Autobots helpless brings a smile to my face as its my definition of terror."

Strength: 8
Intelligence: 4
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 9
Courage: 7
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 3
Rank:

Profile:

A transformer that is built for war and craves for destruction. When entering the battlefield, Terrorax will make sure that all enemies will be eliminated from sight. Having upon being built as a weapon to fight against the autobots, Terrorax knows what to bring for his creators. However, Terrorax will only listen to those who he knows that are superior. He will not tolerate weaker bots bossing him around as they will be meal to him or be blown away. However, he'll like leading troops to do the dirty work for him while he finishes his prey off if they're unable to as that is the job for the weak.


Abilities:
Terrorax is a primal decepticon, he has two virus wrist blades. If he gets a lethal blow, it will leave a transformer critically injured to the point that their systems will be corrupted. One of his most powerful arsenal is his Dark particle cannon that will cause tons of damage to any transformers if they aren’t prepared. His buster claws also carry particle beams, but in robot form they lose 50% of their power so he doesn’t have to anchor to prevent recoil.

His alt form is a T-Rex with medium size arms and a pair of buster claws on his back. His buster claws are used for drilling and firing pressure lasers for long & close distance. They also carry a dark particle cannon which allows him to add x2 the amount to his original attack which will lead to devastating damage to the surroundings and the target. However the set back will be for Terrorax to anchor
itself to combat the recoil.

Thanks to the modifications, his Rex form has thrusters that allows him to hover flight. This allows him to move across the ground quicker to get away in the area. With this, he can fire a triple dark particle beam, but each blast loses 50%, but is more concentrated.

Weaknesses:

Terrorax doesn’t tolerate the weak nor the fact if they boss him around. Only the strong that he finds worthy can command him. This can cause tension between him and his comrades if they decide to tell him without to do.

When firing a full power triple dark particle cannon, he’ll be completely immobilized as he has to anchor himself to prevent recoil. That makes him a sitting duck until the cannon is finished firing.

Sample Post:

Inside a decepticon research base, an alarm goes off alerting the decepticon guards that there is break through. As the guards go check out what is causing it, they see tons of guards being brutally torn apart as they see energon everywhere.

“What the heck happened? Who released the subject?"

“I don’t know, but we have to check it out and stop it."

The guard began to move into the scene as they each spread out to search for clues around the ruined area. Soon they heard a roar and headed over there as a bot got drilled in the face. Moving closer, they see a huge tyrannosaurs type bot glaring at them. “Don’t move or we’ll........"

Before he can finish, the guards head was blown off as the others fired upon Terrorax. Terrorax turned the other way and broke though a wall to escape. The guards followed him, but was unable to find him as each room was in ruined. All of a sudden a guard gets drilled in his face as the bot stomped on another one as it looked at the last guard.
(Transmission) “Back up, reinforcements are aquired, the subject is loose. I repeat, its loose....."
The guards was shot in the chest as slammed against the wall.

Activating the thrusters, Terrorax smashed against the wall with its buster claws until it reached outside. He continued up to escape; however, turned around to have one last look of the place it was created. Foot anchors dropped to the ground as Terrorax opened its buster claws and mouth. Dark Particles begins charging as after five seconds, he fires a massive x3 beam at the base, destroying most of it. “Weak don’t deserve to boss me around." With the situation over for now, Terrorax turned around and left the scene.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Devastron » Fri Mar 16, 2012 5:43 pm

Weapon: Energo-Sword
Delta Magnus wrote:OK, going to sort out this entry, as there were some problems, as you pointed out.


Chromia

Allegiance: Autobots
Sub-group: None
Function: Weapons Specialist
Alternate Modes: Mazda 8
Weapons: Gauss shotgun, concealed machine gun, combat knife.
Special Abilities: Regenerating health (slow)
Height: 25ft/ 3m (confused by this bit!)
Quote: “Either get in gear or get out of the way."


Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 8
Courage: 7
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 8
Rank: 5

Profile: A pretty, but tough-as-nails bot, Chromia is what most people would call trigger-happy. She's far too comfortable with her enormous gauss shotgun in hand, and seems to enjoy nothing more than blowing Decepticons to pieces of scrap metal. No small wonder, then, that she finds a kindred spirit in Ironhide.

Despite being such a keen fighter, she is also very sociable. She used to spend a lot of time chatting in various diesel houses back on Cybertron, and is greatly admired by her fellow Autobots, and even a few Decepticons. She is very chummy with Ironhide, as they are both quite gung-ho and always spoilling for a fight. They have fought side by side for many millenia (not sure I spelt that right) and a feeling of deep respect and even romance has blossomed between them. However, she is very protective towards her fellow femmebots. Some might even say that she is slightly the wrong way inclined, but none would say so to her face.

Abilities: Chromia possesses little in the way of abilities, preferring to rely on brute force and courage. However, she does have a Nanocon conduit, which repairs her armour and systems during combat. Her main skills, however, lie in her resilience and enormous weapon.

Her weapon of choice is a gigantic gauss shotgun. It is so large that it does not entirely fit in her vehicle mode, and the exposed part is disguised as a modified engine block. In weapon mode, it fires shells containing pellets of depleted uranium. The weapon has fierce recoil, but could easily blast apart a Decepticon's head with one shot. However, the kickback means it is very difficult to shoot straight with. She also has a hefty combat knife, which has no particular distinguishing features, aside from its weight and size. Chromia is quite skilled with it, and is definately dangerous in close combat.

Chromia is incredibly resiliant, shrugging off shots that would fell bots twice her size. Also, despite having been created before the Great War, she is incredibly attractive (for Transformers) and highly likeable, barely looking or feeling a day over 1000.

In vehicle mode Chromia can reach 170 Mph. Her tires have particularly good grip and as such she has very good handling. Her bodywork is also reinforced, and can ram even armoured Decepticons without taking much damage. She also has a concealed machine gun in her left headlight, which can work in either mode. Her vehicle mode holo-matter avatar is a young woman based on Sigourney Weaver (Chromia's favourite piece of human media was the movie Alien).

Weaknesses: Chromia is not the most accurate of bots, preferring to blast away in the general direction of the enemy. She also doesn’t care much for sophisticated technology, and as such has low tech skill. Indeed, her own weapon is positively ancient, and dates back before the Great War. However, her biggest vice is undoubtedly her sheer aggression. She does not take prisoners, and if given half a chance, will dash in the direction of the enemy, shotgun blazing.


Sample post:

"You fool, fool!!" shouted Shrapnel, as his dim-witted accomplices dropped the crate of stolen plutonium again. "Keep on doing that and you'll vapourize us and everything within a kilometre, kilometre!" The drones quickly apologized, whimpered, and picked up the crate again. Shrapnel had arrived with 12 Salvo drones and 3 Seeker drones at the enrichment plant scarcely 3 hours ago and they were already fouling up. There had been a few Autobot defenders-6 Arielbot drones and an orange female who seemed to transform into a hatchback-Lickety-Split, she said her name was during the interrogation-but they had been dealt with. The Arielbots had destroyed a few Salvoes but were quickly anihilated by the Seekers and their cluster bombs. Lickety-Split, on the other hand, did manage to kill a Seeker with a well-placed slug to the spark, but when she realized the game was up she quickly tried to retreat, only to be cornered, where se screamed and curled up into a ball. Shrapnel had not enjoyed interrogating her. As keen a fighter as he was, he hated harming females, especially females as pretty and helpless as her. Alas, the Seekers who had seen their comrade killed by her were not so sympathetic, and had tied her up ready to be taken back to HQ, despite Shrapnel's protests and the amiable-but-childlike distress of the Salvoes-not that they had a clue what was going on, but they were built to kill, not to cause pain.

Shrapnel was just contemplating this when he had a loud bang and a high-pitched grating metallic squeal of agony, followed by a clunk and a splat. "Oh dear" murmered Shrapnel "We've been found, found..."

"That you have!" shouted a female voice, followed by the door being kicked down. One of the Salvoe drones looked round and reched for his weapon, but his head was blown apart in a shower of sparks and burst of orange mech-fluid before he could even ready it. The other drones looked on with a mixture of awe and fear. If they hadn't been wearing mouthplates, they would probably be drooling. In front of the was an attractive but incredibly well-armoured blue Autobot femme, with an enormous smoking shotgun in one hand, and a hefty knife in the other. Behind her were two Protectobot drones, armed with rifles.

"Well come on then! Don't just stand their gawping, open FIRE, FIRE!" bellowed Shrapnel. The drones began to draw their weapons, and started firing, but weren't particularly good shots. The Protectobots opened fire, cutting down 4 Slavoes and 1 Seeker. Then Chromia joined in, rushing towards them, firing as she ran. One by one, she blasted the drones apart with rounds from her gigantic weapon. She and the Protectobots advanced, mowing down the Decpticons in great gouts of plasma and cerebral fluid. The last Seeker fired like a maniac, incapacitating one of the Protectobots, but Chromia was on him in a seond, and cut him in two with a sweep of her knife.

Shrapnel raised his weapon but before he could pull the trigger, Chromia raised her hand. "Now, look at you chances. There are no drones left, and me and my friend here could blow your head off in a split second. Even if you did manage to kill us both, my other friend is getting a lot better." Indeed he was, and the other Protectobot staggered to his feet. "Now, if you hand over the plutonium, the prisoner, and get your sorry manifold out of our sight, you can keep your head. Comprehende?" Shrapnel lowered his weapon. He hesitated. Then, finally, he responded.

"Fine. Go ahead. I didn't even want the prisoner, but the alternative was killing her, and I didn't want to do that, that. I may be a Decepticon, but I'm not sparkless, Sparkless." He spluttered.

"Good. Now get the frak OUT!" She shouted, and Shrapnel promptly did so, transforming and scurrying away. When he had gone, Chromia strutted over to the little female tied up on the floor in the corner.

"Right. Now let's see what these punks have done to you. Can you hear me?" Asked Chromia, gently.


I think you should go ahead and dump the healing ability. I'm not really sure how that would work and she is already fairly tough. Also perhaps you could describe how the modified enging block bit works with her gun. I'm not quite sure how that would work.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Insidious » Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:46 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
ChaosWave360 wrote:Terrorax

Allegiance: Decepticon  :CON:
Function: Living weapon
Alternate Modes: T-Rex
Weapons: Dark Particle Cannon, x2 Buster Claw and two virus energon wrist blades
Special Abilities: None
Height: 30ft/15 m
Quote: “Making Autobots helpless brings a smile to my face as its my definition of terror."

Strength: 8
Intelligence: 4
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 9
Courage: 7
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 3
Rank:

Profile:

A transformer that is built for war and craves for destruction. When entering the battlefield, Terrorax will make sure that all enemies will be eliminated from sight. Having upon being built as a weapon to fight against the autobots, Terrorax knows what to bring for his creators. However, Terrorax will only listen to those who he knows that are superior. He will not tolerate weaker bots bossing him around as they will be meal to him or be blown away. However, he'll like leading troops to do the dirty work for him while he finishes his prey off if they're unable to as that is the job for the weak.


Abilities:
Terrorax is a primal decepticon, he has two virus wrist blades. If he gets a lethal blow, it will leave a transformer critically injured to the point that their systems will be corrupted. One of his most powerful arsenal is his Dark particle cannon that will cause tons of damage to any transformers if they aren’t prepared. His buster claws also carry particle beams, but in robot form they lose 50% of their power so he doesn’t have to anchor to prevent recoil.

His alt form is a T-Rex with medium size arms and a pair of buster claws on his back. His buster claws are used for drilling and firing pressure lasers for long & close distance. They also carry a dark particle cannon which allows him to add x2 the amount to his original attack which will lead to devastating damage to the surroundings and the target. However the set back will be for Terrorax to anchor
itself to combat the recoil.

Thanks to the modifications, his Rex form has thrusters that allows him to hover flight. This allows him to move across the ground quicker to get away in the area. With this, he can fire a triple dark particle beam, but each blast loses 50%, but is more concentrated.

Weaknesses:

Terrorax doesn’t tolerate the weak nor the fact if they boss him around. Only the strong that he finds worthy can command him. This can cause tension between him and his comrades if they decide to tell him without to do.

When firing a full power triple dark particle cannon, he’ll be completely immobilized as he has to anchor himself to prevent recoil. That makes him a sitting duck until the cannon is finished firing.

Sample Post:

Inside a decepticon research base, an alarm goes off alerting the decepticon guards that there is break through. As the guards go check out what is causing it, they see tons of guards being brutally torn apart as they see energon everywhere.

“What the heck happened? Who released the subject?"

“I don’t know, but we have to check it out and stop it."

The guard began to move into the scene as they each spread out to search for clues around the ruined area. Soon they heard a roar and headed over there as a bot got drilled in the face. Moving closer, they see a huge tyrannosaurs type bot glaring at them. “Don’t move or we’ll........"

Before he can finish, the guards head was blown off as the others fired upon Terrorax. Terrorax turned the other way and broke though a wall to escape. The guards followed him, but was unable to find him as each room was in ruined. All of a sudden a guard gets drilled in his face as the bot stomped on another one as it looked at the last guard.
(Transmission) “Back up, reinforcements are aquired, the subject is loose. I repeat, its loose....."
The guards was shot in the chest as slammed against the wall.

Activating the thrusters, Terrorax smashed against the wall with its buster claws until it reached outside. He continued up to escape; however, turned around to have one last look of the place it was created. Foot anchors dropped to the ground as Terrorax opened its buster claws and mouth. Dark Particles begins charging as after five seconds, he fires a massive x3 beam at the base, destroying most of it. “Weak don’t deserve to boss me around." With the situation over for now, Terrorax turned around and left the scene.


This character, like Deathwave, would need a lot of overhaul before being acceptable. I would go in to detail and list it all out, but a sufficient amount of time has not passed in our minds with your handling of Thrust. We want to see improvement in both grammar and character handling, both of which should evolve naturally with time, if you invest enough effort in to your Seeker. What you had Terrorax do in this sample is the sort of thing that raises a bunch of red flags with anyone who's done this hobby for any serious length of time.

So, keep working with Thrust and improving. Terrorax denied.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby crazyray » Mon Mar 19, 2012 10:25 am

Motto: "The shadows see all and rarely forget, every dream that you've had and every act you regret!"
Weapon: Plasma Cannon
greetings all! I saw a lot of characters open right now, but did not see Inferno specifically as available. I wanted to make an attempt for him if that is ok. If not, plenty of others to go with.

Name: Inferno

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Search and Rescue

Alt. mode: Fire Truck

Weapons: Flame Suppressing Foam, Energy Dampening Beam, Surface to Air Missiles

Special Abilities: Ceramic Infused Armor, allowing Inferno to withstand up to 8000 degrees farenheit

Height: 30 feet, 10 meeters (this is a guess and subject to change)

Quote: 'The hotter it gets, the better I like it.'

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 3
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 6
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 5
TECH SKILL: 6
CHARISMA: 8
RANK: 5 (according to profile

Profile: The hotter things get, the better I like it!" When Inferno says this, he's not merely referring to fires. His love for combat increases with its intensity as well, a fact appreciated by both friend and foe alike. Although his primary role is search and rescue, performing it usually takes him into the heat of battle where he is often distracted into participating. If Optimus Prime has any complaint about Inferno, it's that he doesn't stick to his assigned task. But that's because he wants to do too much, not too little, and Optimus can't really complain about that.

On Cybertron, Inferno was the top search and rescue bot either side had during the war. Hxe has a great care for his team mates and other species and has no problem putting himself in harms way for others. An ideal trait for his particular field. Unlike some medics and rescuers though, Inferno has no personal objections or pacsifist agendas about entering a hot combat zone or engaging the enemy in battle. In fact, he prefers to scrap a few decepticons while ensuring the safety of others. while new to Earth, he is eager to learn the culture and od whatever is necessary to protect the human populace from the war his Autobots have brought to this world, and to stomp a few Decepticons as well.

Abilities: In vehicular mode, Inferno has all the capabilities of a normal Earth fire truck. In robot mode, Inferno's strength is among the greatest of the Autobots. His ceramic-plated armored skin makes him resistant to temperatures of up to 8000� C. His extinguisher rifle not only shoots a stream of flame-suppressing foam, but can also stop beams of various types of electromagnetic radiation with its own energy-damping beam. By detaching his hands, he can use his forearms to launch short-range surface-to-air missiles.

The energy dampening beam, when used in combat can rapidly drain an enemy's shields or personal energon levels. While equipped with short range surface to air missiles, they are not overly effective against fast moving aerial targets and Inferno should not be considered a mobile anti aircraft bot. They are effective in taking out blockades though, and can be used as a defensive measure to throw aerial attackers off their intended course. At best, they are a nuissance to flying transformers.

Inferno's avatarin vehicular mode is that of a rather tall human male. This human refers to himself as Firefighter Daniels. He is dressed head to toe in traditional black rubber firefighter garbs. Mr. Daniels is bald with a scrappy beard, has blue eyes, and is in his mid thirties.

Weaknesses: Inferno isn't too good at following orders, which can lead to problems in performing his job as well as on the battlefield. His particular configuration makes him one of the least mobile of the Autobots when he's in robot mode.

Sample Post: The battle was already over when inferno rolled into range. A small town outside of Houston, Texas called Drexler has been relatively leveled by the continuing war of the Autobots and Decepticons that has been brought to earth. While he had only arrived on earth a few weeks ago, and Optimus Prime was VERY clear on protocols and not engaging the Decepticons or the human populace, Inferno could not sit idly by while others needed help. he revved his engines and turned on his sirens and headed for the small town of Drexler.

"I wonder who won the battle...and what they were fighting over," Inferno thought to himself. "I wouldn't have minded squashing a few Decepticons...my trigger finger is getting awfully itchy..."

Inferno stopped his thought process. This is one of the times Prime warned him about. Being to eager to enter combat was always a flaw of his. He thought it best to focus on his task at hand now. Before rolling onto the scene he stopped briefly. he had very sophisticated scanner at his dosposal, but has yet to use them. Thus far he had simply followed the smoke. Inferno began a cursory scan.

"okay...no Decepticon or Autobot life signs detcetced. Background radiation levels are normal. Begininng sensor sweep for survivors." inferno remained silent as his scanners did the work. There were no enemies present, but also no allies. This was both a blessing and a curse for the work at hand. No enemies to worry about, but also no friendlies to assist him. A sudden kicking to his front fender derailing his thought process.

"Hey, what in the sam hill are you doing?" A loud brash voice came from a human Inferno recognized by his clothing was a fire cheif. "you Houston boys with your fancy equipment! Didja forget to turn your scanner on? We got a fire by the school. At least 100 children are trapped in there! Get your butts over there!"

Inferno used his avatar to signal an acknowledgement and quickly checked local maps for the school.

"Ah, there it is. drexel Elementary School. Be there in a jiffy!" Inferno thought to himself, 'Now this is more like it. Some action. Those kids will be sipping lemonade in no time!"

He raced to the scene and saw the roof of the school ablaze. Their were multiple police and ambulance vehicles on the scene, but no fire trucks. He was center stage. Inferno quickly got into position and aimed his fire house. The work seemingly being done by holographic avatars. Though with so much commotion Inferno could have gone about the task with no one noticing or asking questions.

Once the correct trajectory was achieved Inferno opened his flame suppressor cannon and began spraying the roof. Quickly the fire began dying down. Rescue workers began racing into the school and leading the children to safety. Inferno even silently sighed with relief when he overheard a medic saying all children and staff were accounted for and safe.

he had made a difference. All he had ever wanted to do in his functionality is to make a difference. He was unhappy with himself he broke protocol, technically, by using a much more advanced flame suppressors than the natives humans have ever seen. He was, however, quite satisfied that all the sentient beings were alive and accounted for. Inferno could live with this decision. He only regreted he wasn't here for the physical battle, knowing there too he would have made a difference. Inferno would recharge soundly tonite.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Insidious » Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:14 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
crazyray wrote:greetings all! I saw a lot of characters open right now, but did not see Inferno specifically as available. I wanted to make an attempt for him if that is ok. If not, plenty of others to go with.

Name: Inferno

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Search and Rescue

Alt. mode: Fire Truck

Weapons: Flame Suppressing Foam, Energy Dampening Beam, Surface to Air Missiles

Special Abilities: Ceramic Infused Armor, allowing Inferno to withstand up to 8000 degrees farenheit

Height: 30 feet, 10 meeters (this is a guess and subject to change)

Quote: 'The hotter it gets, the better I like it.'

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 3
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 6
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 5
TECH SKILL: 6
CHARISMA: 8
RANK: 5 (according to profile

Profile: The hotter things get, the better I like it!" When Inferno says this, he's not merely referring to fires. His love for combat increases with its intensity as well, a fact appreciated by both friend and foe alike. Although his primary role is search and rescue, performing it usually takes him into the heat of battle where he is often distracted into participating. If Optimus Prime has any complaint about Inferno, it's that he doesn't stick to his assigned task. But that's because he wants to do too much, not too little, and Optimus can't really complain about that.

On Cybertron, Inferno was the top search and rescue bot either side had during the war. Hxe has a great care for his team mates and other species and has no problem putting himself in harms way for others. An ideal trait for his particular field. Unlike some medics and rescuers though, Inferno has no personal objections or pacsifist agendas about entering a hot combat zone or engaging the enemy in battle. In fact, he prefers to scrap a few decepticons while ensuring the safety of others. while new to Earth, he is eager to learn the culture and od whatever is necessary to protect the human populace from the war his Autobots have brought to this world, and to stomp a few Decepticons as well.

Abilities: In vehicular mode, Inferno has all the capabilities of a normal Earth fire truck. In robot mode, Inferno's strength is among the greatest of the Autobots. His ceramic-plated armored skin makes him resistant to temperatures of up to 8000� C. His extinguisher rifle not only shoots a stream of flame-suppressing foam, but can also stop beams of various types of electromagnetic radiation with its own energy-damping beam. By detaching his hands, he can use his forearms to launch short-range surface-to-air missiles.

The energy dampening beam, when used in combat can rapidly drain an enemy's shields or personal energon levels. While equipped with short range surface to air missiles, they are not overly effective against fast moving aerial targets and Inferno should not be considered a mobile anti aircraft bot. They are effective in taking out blockades though, and can be used as a defensive measure to throw aerial attackers off their intended course. At best, they are a nuissance to flying transformers.

Inferno's avatarin vehicular mode is that of a rather tall human male. This human refers to himself as Firefighter Daniels. He is dressed head to toe in traditional black rubber firefighter garbs. Mr. Daniels is bald with a scrappy beard, has blue eyes, and is in his mid thirties.

Weaknesses: Inferno isn't too good at following orders, which can lead to problems in performing his job as well as on the battlefield. His particular configuration makes him one of the least mobile of the Autobots when he's in robot mode.

Sample Post: The battle was already over when inferno rolled into range. A small town outside of Houston, Texas called Drexler has been relatively leveled by the continuing war of the Autobots and Decepticons that has been brought to earth. While he had only arrived on earth a few weeks ago, and Optimus Prime was VERY clear on protocols and not engaging the Decepticons or the human populace, Inferno could not sit idly by while others needed help. he revved his engines and turned on his sirens and headed for the small town of Drexler.

"I wonder who won the battle...and what they were fighting over," Inferno thought to himself. "I wouldn't have minded squashing a few Decepticons...my trigger finger is getting awfully itchy..."

Inferno stopped his thought process. This is one of the times Prime warned him about. Being to eager to enter combat was always a flaw of his. He thought it best to focus on his task at hand now. Before rolling onto the scene he stopped briefly. he had very sophisticated scanner at his dosposal, but has yet to use them. Thus far he had simply followed the smoke. Inferno began a cursory scan.

"okay...no Decepticon or Autobot life signs detcetced. Background radiation levels are normal. Begininng sensor sweep for survivors." inferno remained silent as his scanners did the work. There were no enemies present, but also no allies. This was both a blessing and a curse for the work at hand. No enemies to worry about, but also no friendlies to assist him. A sudden kicking to his front fender derailing his thought process.

"Hey, what in the sam hill are you doing?" A loud brash voice came from a human Inferno recognized by his clothing was a fire cheif. "you Houston boys with your fancy equipment! Didja forget to turn your scanner on? We got a fire by the school. At least 100 children are trapped in there! Get your butts over there!"

Inferno used his avatar to signal an acknowledgement and quickly checked local maps for the school.

"Ah, there it is. drexel Elementary School. Be there in a jiffy!" Inferno thought to himself, 'Now this is more like it. Some action. Those kids will be sipping lemonade in no time!"

He raced to the scene and saw the roof of the school ablaze. Their were multiple police and ambulance vehicles on the scene, but no fire trucks. He was center stage. Inferno quickly got into position and aimed his fire house. The work seemingly being done by holographic avatars. Though with so much commotion Inferno could have gone about the task with no one noticing or asking questions.

Once the correct trajectory was achieved Inferno opened his flame suppressor cannon and began spraying the roof. Quickly the fire began dying down. Rescue workers began racing into the school and leading the children to safety. Inferno even silently sighed with relief when he overheard a medic saying all children and staff were accounted for and safe.

he had made a difference. All he had ever wanted to do in his functionality is to make a difference. He was unhappy with himself he broke protocol, technically, by using a much more advanced flame suppressors than the natives humans have ever seen. He was, however, quite satisfied that all the sentient beings were alive and accounted for. Inferno could live with this decision. He only regreted he wasn't here for the physical battle, knowing there too he would have made a difference. Inferno would recharge soundly tonite.


Pretty solid app. Just be mindful of a spell-checker. That would catch most of the little things that occurred in that sample. Otherwise Inferno looks good.

You can post this profile in the canon Autobots section and start him out on the Ark-22 thread in the Solar System forum. Enjoy!
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Delta Magnus » Tue Mar 20, 2012 1:26 pm

Motto: "Do a barrel roll!"
Weapon: Railgun
OK, I'm going to have another shot at this. Sorry, I'm not very good at this!

To clarify the engine block thing: the idea was that whilst her weapon can be hidden in vehicle mode, it is so large that even when folded up, part of it sticks out, although it cannot fire in vehicle mode.

Now, I know you did say no drones, but the original idea with the motorcycle drone was that in motorcycle mode her weapon could do nothing but follow her around; it can't fire, transform into a robot, it doesn't have any other weapons, it literally just drives after her and turns into her weapon when she needs it. Just saying, that's all. for the purposes of this profile post, though I have stuck with the engine block idea.

Anyway, here's the updated profile. If there's anything that needs fixing, feel free to change it.

Chromia

Allegiance: Autobots
Sub-group: None
Function: Weapons Specialist
Alternate Modes: Mazda 8
Weapons: Gauss shotgun, concealed machine gun, combat knife.
Special Abilities: Regenerating health (slow)
Height: 25ft/ 3m (confused by this bit!)
Quote: “Either get in gear or get out of the way."


Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 8
Courage: 7
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 8
Rank: 5

Profile: A pretty, but tough-as-nails bot, Chromia is what most people would call trigger-happy. She's far too comfortable with her enormous gauss shotgun in hand, and seems to enjoy nothing more than blowing Decepticons to pieces of scrap metal. No small wonder, then, that she finds a kindred spirit in Ironhide.

Despite being such a keen fighter, she is also very sociable. She used to spend a lot of time chatting in various diesel houses back on Cybertron, and is greatly admired by her fellow Autobots, and even a few Decepticons. She is very chummy with Ironhide, as they are both quite gung-ho and always spoilling for a fight. They have fought side by side for many millenia (not sure I spelt that right) and a feeling of deep respect and even romance has blossomed between them. However, she is very protective towards her fellow femmebots. Some might even say that she is slightly the wrong way inclined, but none would say so to her face.

Abilities: Her weapon of choice is a gigantic gauss shotgun. It is so large that it does not entirely fit in her vehicle mode. When it folds up, part of it sticks out, and the exposed part is disguised as a modified engine block. It cannot fire in vehicle mode. In weapon mode, it fires shells containing pellets of depleted uranium. The weapon has fierce recoil, but could easily blast apart a Decepticon's head with one shot. However, the kickback means it is very difficult to shoot straight with. She also has a hefty combat knife, which has no particular distinguishing features, aside from its weight and size. Chromia is quite skilled with it, and is definately dangerous in close combat.

Chromia is incredibly resiliant, shrugging off shots that would fell bots twice her size. Also, despite having been created before the Great War, she is incredibly attractive (for Transformers) and highly likeable, barely looking or feeling a day over 1000.

In vehicle mode Chromia can reach 170 Mph. Her tires have particularly good grip and as such she has very good handling. Her bodywork is also reinforced, and can ram even armoured Decepticons without taking much damage. She also has a concealed machine gun in her left headlight, which can work in either mode. Her vehicle mode holo-matter avatar is a young woman based on Sigourney Weaver (Chromia's favourite piece of human media was the movie Alien).

Weaknesses: Chromia is not the most accurate of bots, preferring to blast away in the general direction of the enemy. She also doesn’t care much for sophisticated technology, and as such has low tech skill. Indeed, her own weapon is positively ancient, and dates back before the Great War. However, her biggest vice is undoubtedly her sheer aggression. She does not take prisoners, and if given half a chance, will dash in the direction of the enemy, shotgun blazing.


Sample post:

"You fool, fool!!" shouted Shrapnel, as his dim-witted accomplices dropped the crate of stolen plutonium again. "Keep on doing that and you'll vapourize us and everything within a kilometre, kilometre!" The drones quickly apologized, whimpered, and picked up the crate again. Shrapnel had arrived with 12 Salvo drones and 3 Seeker drones at the enrichment plant scarcely 3 hours ago and they were already fouling up. There had been a few Autobot defenders-6 Arielbot drones and an orange female who seemed to transform into a hatchback-Lickety-Split, she said her name was during the interrogation-but they had been dealt with. The Arielbots had destroyed a few Salvoes but were quickly anihilated by the Seekers and their cluster bombs. Lickety-Split, on the other hand, did manage to kill a Seeker with a well-placed slug to the spark, but when she realized the game was up she quickly tried to retreat, only to be cornered, where se screamed and curled up into a ball. Shrapnel had not enjoyed interrogating her. As keen a fighter as he was, he hated harming females, especially females as pretty and helpless as her. Alas, the Seekers who had seen their comrade killed by her were not so sympathetic, and had tied her up ready to be taken back to HQ, despite Shrapnel's protests and the amiable-but-childlike distress of the Salvoes-not that they had a clue what was going on, but they were built to kill, not to cause pain.

Shrapnel was just contemplating this when he had a loud bang and a high-pitched grating metallic squeal of agony, followed by a clunk and a splat. "Oh dear" murmered Shrapnel "We've been found, found..."

"That you have!" shouted a female voice, followed by the door being kicked down. One of the Salvoe drones looked round and reched for his weapon, but his head was blown apart in a shower of sparks and burst of orange mech-fluid before he could even ready it. The other drones looked on with a mixture of awe and fear. If they hadn't been wearing mouthplates, they would probably be drooling. In front of the was an attractive but incredibly well-armoured blue Autobot femme, with an enormous smoking shotgun in one hand, and a hefty knife in the other. Behind her were two Protectobot drones, armed with rifles.

"Well come on then! Don't just stand their gawping, open FIRE, FIRE!" bellowed Shrapnel. The drones began to draw their weapons, and started firing, but weren't particularly good shots. The Protectobots opened fire, cutting down 4 Slavoes and 1 Seeker. Then Chromia joined in, rushing towards them, firing as she ran. One by one, she blasted the drones apart with rounds from her gigantic weapon. She and the Protectobots advanced, mowing down the Decpticons in great gouts of plasma and cerebral fluid. The last Seeker fired like a maniac, incapacitating one of the Protectobots, but Chromia was on him in a seond, and cut him in two with a sweep of her knife.

Shrapnel raised his weapon but before he could pull the trigger, Chromia raised her hand. "Now, look at you chances. There are no drones left, and me and my friend here could blow your head off in a split second. Even if you did manage to kill us both, my other friend is getting a lot better." Indeed he was, and the other Protectobot staggered to his feet. "Now, if you hand over the plutonium, the prisoner, and get your sorry manifold out of our sight, you can keep your head. Comprehende?" Shrapnel lowered his weapon. He hesitated. Then, finally, he responded.

"Fine. Go ahead. I didn't even want the prisoner, but the alternative was killing her, and I didn't want to do that, that. I may be a Decepticon, but I'm not sparkless, Sparkless." He spluttered.

"Good. Now get the frak OUT!" She shouted, and Shrapnel promptly did so, transforming and scurrying away. When he had gone, Chromia strutted over to the little female tied up on the floor in the corner.

"Right. Now let's see what these punks have done to you. Can you hear me?" Asked Chromia, gently.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Wreck 'n Rule » Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:11 pm

Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
SO I think I'm gonna drop or kill or NPC or whatever to Saferoute, and try my hand at Red Alert. I figure Inferno could use some company. Plus, you never know when someone might try to sneak onto the Ark-22 :-$

The original tech spec gives him a speed of 3, but since he's supposed to be fast I put in an 8.


Red Alert

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Security Director
Alternate Modes: Lamborghini Countach modified to a fire chief's car
Weapons: Shoulder-mounted Rocket Launcher, High-energy Particle Beam Rifle
Special Abilities: High Sensory Perception, able to trigger an electronic alarm in other Autobots
Height: 28ft/ 8.5m
Quote: “Caution can never be overused."


Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 8
Endurance: 5
Courage: 7
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 6
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 4
Rank: 5


Holomatter Avatar: Red Alert's avatar is based on Agent Fox Mulder from the television series The X-Files. He is dressed in a formal fire chief's uniform.

Profile:
Paranoia is the character trait that makes Red Alert as good as he is at his job. Nothing escapes his notice- a whiff of smoke, a whisper of crackling electricity, a faint scent of fuel exhaust. Anything, no matter how small, that triggers his sensory circuitry directs his thoughts immediately to the expectation of trouble. Most of his comrades find his edgy, driven nature unwelcome presence among their ranks, but they all appreciate his dedication to his duty. "He may have a few wires crossed in his logic center," says Inferno, "but at least his optical sensors are looking straight ahead."


Abilities:
Red Alert can trigger an electronic alarm on each of his fellow Autobots. His sensory perception is excellent. His visual acuity is such that he can pinpoint a 2 cm microchip at 1200 feet. He can hear a pin drop- at a distance of 1.4 miles! And his olfactory module can detect odors as weak as 2 parts per million. In vehicular mode he is among the fastest of the Autobots. In robot mode he carries a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher that has a 25-mile range, and a high-energy particle beam rifle.

Weaknesses:
Red Alert's paranoia and nervousness make him succeptible to rash judgments. Consequently, his actions can be injurious to both himself and his fellow Autobots, if he's not careful.

Sample Post:

"I'm not crazy, there has to be something. There has to be something!", Red Alert asserted himself as he paced incessantly back and forth across the empty bridge, looking over monitor after monitor, scanner after scanner, "Why can't I find anything? What am I missing?!?"

The security director had been especially restless lately, even more so than usual. He had to be, so much had happened as of late. Optimus and Megatron missing, Autobots and Decepticons gathering en masse to this system, Decepticon attacks on the third planet, powerful new energy sources, and one young Autobot making inexplicable physical changes. There was too much going on, too much to not find something, anything. For the sake of the Autobots, Red Alert couldn't stop looking.

It was times like this that he needed his friend Inferno around, someone who would listen to him, someone who didn't always insist he was going nuts. He checked the ships scanners for the seventh time to see where the Autobot firefighter was- still in one of the CR chambers.

"How can he still be in there at a time like this?!?", Red Alert frantically said to himself, "It's been too long- has someone tampered with the chamber? Is that it? Get Inferno out of the way and then I'm next, that must be it!"

Having come to the realization of what was happening, Red Alert activated an electronic signal from his communications array, set to Inferno's specific frequency. It would trigger an alarm within the firefighter's neural processors, hopefully bringing Inferno back online, even within the CR chamber. That would help, but unless Red Alert hurried and did something, that chamber would become Inferno's tomb.

Red Alert hurried to one of the doors out of the bridge, repeatedly pushing the buttons until it opened, then running as fast as he could to the medical bay.

<<Hang in there, Inferno, I'm on my way! They may have trapped you, but they didn't fool me! I'll have you out in no time!>>
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Tue Mar 20, 2012 8:35 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Wreck 'n Rule wrote:SO I think I'm gonna drop or kill or NPC or whatever to Saferoute, and try my hand at Red Alert. I figure Inferno could use some company. Plus, you never know when someone might try to sneak onto the Ark-22 :-$

The original tech spec gives him a speed of 3, but since he's supposed to be fast I put in an 8.


Red Alert

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Security Director
Alternate Modes: Lamborghini Countach modified to a fire chief's car
Weapons: Shoulder-mounted Rocket Launcher, High-energy Particle Beam Rifle
Special Abilities: High Sensory Perception, able to trigger an electronic alarm in other Autobots
Height: 28ft/ 8.5m
Quote: “Caution can never be overused."


Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 8
Endurance: 5
Courage: 7
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 6
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 4
Rank: 5


Holomatter Avatar: Red Alert's avatar is based on Agent Fox Mulder from the television series The X-Files. He is dressed in a formal fire chief's uniform.

Profile:
Paranoia is the character trait that makes Red Alert as good as he is at his job. Nothing escapes his notice- a whiff of smoke, a whisper of crackling electricity, a faint scent of fuel exhaust. Anything, no matter how small, that triggers his sensory circuitry directs his thoughts immediately to the expectation of trouble. Most of his comrades find his edgy, driven nature unwelcome presence among their ranks, but they all appreciate his dedication to his duty. "He may have a few wires crossed in his logic center," says Inferno, "but at least his optical sensors are looking straight ahead."


Abilities:
Red Alert can trigger an electronic alarm on each of his fellow Autobots. His sensory perception is excellent. His visual acuity is such that he can pinpoint a 2 cm microchip at 1200 feet. He can hear a pin drop- at a distance of 1.4 miles! And his olfactory module can detect odors as weak as 2 parts per million. In vehicular mode he is among the fastest of the Autobots. In robot mode he carries a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher that has a 25-mile range, and a high-energy particle beam rifle.

Weaknesses:
Red Alert's paranoia and nervousness make him succeptible to rash judgments. Consequently, his actions can be injurious to both himself and his fellow Autobots, if he's not careful.

Sample Post:

"I'm not crazy, there has to be something. There has to be something!", Red Alert asserted himself as he paced incessantly back and forth across the empty bridge, looking over monitor after monitor, scanner after scanner, "Why can't I find anything? What am I missing?!?"

The security director had been especially restless lately, even more so than usual. He had to be, so much had happened as of late. Optimus and Megatron missing, Autobots and Decepticons gathering en masse to this system, Decepticon attacks on the third planet, powerful new energy sources, and one young Autobot making inexplicable physical changes. There was too much going on, too much to not find something, anything. For the sake of the Autobots, Red Alert couldn't stop looking.

It was times like this that he needed his friend Inferno around, someone who would listen to him, someone who didn't always insist he was going nuts. He checked the ships scanners for the seventh time to see where the Autobot firefighter was- still in one of the CR chambers.

"How can he still be in there at a time like this?!?", Red Alert frantically said to himself, "It's been too long- has someone tampered with the chamber? Is that it? Get Inferno out of the way and then I'm next, that must be it!"

Having come to the realization of what was happening, Red Alert activated an electronic signal from his communications array, set to Inferno's specific frequency. It would trigger an alarm within the firefighter's neural processors, hopefully bringing Inferno back online, even within the CR chamber. That would help, but unless Red Alert hurried and did something, that chamber would become Inferno's tomb.

Red Alert hurried to one of the doors out of the bridge, repeatedly pushing the buttons until it opened, then running as fast as he could to the medical bay.

<<Hang in there, Inferno, I'm on my way! They may have trapped you, but they didn't fool me! I'll have you out in no time!>>


Oh no worries. No one's going to notice any one sneaking onto the Ark - 22. That's a given. Anyhow, I'm sad to see Saferoute go or killed. Perhaps NPCing her would be the way to go, but ultimately, the decision is yours.

Now, on to good 'ol paranoid Red. He's lookin' good. And the 8 for his speed is fine. Approved. Have fun with the certified nutcase.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Foxfire13795 » Mon Mar 26, 2012 12:21 am

Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
I'd like for this one to be on the Ultrax. I hope everything checks out alright.

Darkfire

Allegiance: Decepticon :CON:
Function: Assassin
Alternate Modes: F-22 Raptor (Black)
Weapons: Dual Hidden Blades, Throwing Knives, Claws, Null Ray
Height: 31ft/ 12.56m
Quote: “If you don’t use your head, you might just lose it."


Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 7
Endurance: 6
Courage: 7
Firepower: 4
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 3
Rank:


Profile:

Darkfire has been with the Decepticon Armada since its inception. She didn’t join out of any loyalty to the cause, however. Her sister, Foxfire, deceived by the glamorous Decepticon propaganda, enlisted in the Armada. Out of a fierce desire to protect her sister, Darkfire enlisted as well. The war progressed. The acts of the Decepticons became crueler and more ruthless. Foxfire’s disillusionment came when she and Darkfire were asked to demolish a target building. Darkfire knew there were civilians inside, so she tried to get her sister to remain far from the building as a sentry. Foxfire complied and Darkfire went to place the charges. Darkfire had to deal with a few civilians before she could set the charges into place. Foxfire had come to warn her about the approaching Autobots when she caught Darkfire in the act of murdering the last civilian in her way.

It was then that Foxfire’s loyalty to the Decepticons and her trust and love for her sister died, and it was at that moment that Darkfire knew what path she would have to take. Darkfire scuffled with her sister but managed to knock her out and place the charges. She flung her sister over her shoulder and walked away from the scene while the building exploded behind her. Darkfire set her sister down and scouted for an oncoming Autobot patrol. She sighted one fairly easily and returned to her unconscious sister. Darkfire carefully ripped off the Decepticon emblem from her sister and placed it in her sister’s hand. Foxfire had stabbed her during their fight, but it was a shallow wound. Darkfire took Foxfire’s blade now and pushed it deeper into the original wound. Ignoring the pain, Darkfire took satisfaction from the wound when energon started to leak from it. She put the blade in her sister’s hand and took one last look at the one bot that she cared about most in the world. Then, Darkfire turned and never looked back, leaving behind a trail of her own energon.

Foxfire would end up joining with the Autobots while Darkfire remained aligned with the Decepticons. The Autobots took Foxfire in with reservations that quickly faded once her enthusiasm and kind personality shone through. The evidence that Darkfire had laid at the scene would make it easier for Foxfire as well. Foxfire’s own account of the events suggested that after the battle, Darkfire, out of some sense of family, had spared Foxfire’s life. Foxfire has not yet seen her sister since that fateful day.

Darkfire is the quiet type and always has been. She follows orders without any hesitation or question. She seems to lack a conscience and has carried out multiple atrocities with as much reservation as one would have for killing a fly. Darkfire’s cold demeanor emanates from her in such a way that others usually tend to avoid her. She holds a no nonsense approach to missions. Despite her cold demeanor, Darkfire is no stranger to sarcasm and the intricacies of speaking. Although she is familiar with tact, Darkfire doesn’t often employ its use, preferring to speak frankly.

Abilities:

Darkfire is fast both in robot form and vehicle mode. While she cannot reach speeds up to escape velocity, Darkfire can reach Mach 2 easily in vehicle mode. She can carry only one human passenger. Darkfire is lithe and graceful in robot mode, escaping danger with ease.

Darkfire is painfully intelligent, able to analyze all situations and their possible outcomes in an astrosecond. Her intelligence extends over into her resourcefulness when faced with a sticky situation. She also has the moderate ability to hack into some databases. While she is no expert hacker, Darkfire is adequate enough in her ability. Darkfire will almost always have several contingency plans when preparing to go out on any assignment.

Darkfire’s hands can transform into claws, the ends of her fingers sharping to savage points. She can scale walls and cling to ceilings with the help of both her claws and agility, allowing her to move around in unconventional ways. Darkfire also carries dual hidden blades for close combat, defaulting on those more often than her claws. They fold out from her forearms and are as long as her forearm if not as wide. As for ranged equipment, Darkfire carries throwing knives and a Null Ray. Darkfire is usually very accurate with both although she cannot match sharp shooters like Sureshot.

Although Darkfire is a practitioner of Metallikato, she also has a grasp of the other various fighting styles such as Circuit-Su and Crystalocution. She is deadly in close combat and even more when she attacks from the shadows.

Darkfire wears moderate armor normally and lighter armor when the need be. Her armor is generally above average, making her able to take several hits before weakening.

As an assassin, Darkfire is familiar with the usual unconventional entry points in guarded facilities. She is practiced in the art of silent movement, hardly making a sound as she walks normally, making none when she tries to be covert.

Unlike most Decepticons or Autobots, Darkfire’s optics are not blue or red. Instead, they are violet.

Weaknesses:

While mostly detached from the surrounding world, Darkfire does have a temper. She is prone to make mistakes when she gets angry and willingly fall into traps at times. Also, she prefers to work alone and being forced to work in a group may cause her to snap at comrades in her team and, in severe cases, disobey orders. Darkfire is easily annoyed by what she considers incompetence and does not hesitate to point it out bluntly. Darkfire occasionally toys with her targets like a cat and mouse, and this may allow her target to deal severe damage to her or escape her.

Sample Post:

Her target was irritating her today. He had chosen today to break from his routine and walk his secondary path. This threw out half of Darkfire’s meticulously crafted contingency plans. Her target was taking of his irregular trips to a dealer from the black market. He was addicted to a substance called Syk. The problem with this was that the meeting point varied each time. Darkfire had planned to set up an ambush and wait for her target to come along, but now she would have to shadow him, which is what she was doing now.

Darkfire was following her target through the streets of Kaon, prowling along the rooftops at times, slinking in the shadows of the streets at others. It was more effort than she should have had to expend in order to kill her target. Normally, she would’ve liked to toy with a target like this one, but not anymore.

Pausing as her target waited for the transport system to arrive, Darkfire planned her next move while perched atop a roof façade. She would have to fly quickly, following the transport or ride inside of the transport. Flying would be too conspicuous. She would have to ride with her target. Darkfire allowed a smirk to grace her features. Maybe she’d still play with him—just a little. Darkfire moved from her perch and dropped down into an alley, casually strolling out and joining the crowd awaiting the transport.

Sighting her target fairly easily, Darkfire made her way over to him. “Hey there," Darkfire said in smooth tones, “Where are you headed?"

Her target looked at her seeming timid for a moment before relaxing a little. He avoided Darkfire’s optics as he answered. “Oh…here and there…" The target fidgeted a bit. No doubt that was from Syk withdraws. Darkfire shrugged as if uninterested and fell back into the crowd. She noted the relief on the target’s face as she moved away. Darkfire felt irritation flare up mildly in her again. Not only was he more trouble than he was worth, he wasn’t even interesting to play with before the kill. She let out a small sigh. At least she could draw out the kill a little and get something out of this whole ordeal.

The transport soon arrived, and the crowd boarded. The transport shot off along the tubes. Darkfire sat at the extreme rear, watching her target in her peripheral vision. The transport came to its first stop far from Kaon in a ghetto of a neighborhood. It was here that her target disembarked. Darkfire stood and exited the transport as well, immediately heading for the nearest alley in the opposite direction from her target. Once out of sight of the target, Darkfire extended her claws and scaled the side of the building, climbing onto its dilapidated roof.

Traversing the rooftops, Darkfire hunted for her target. She was nearly on top of him when she spotted him again. She stalked him, wondering at how rarely anyone seemed to look up. It definitely made her job easier.

Her target stopped suddenly on a deserted street. The Syk dealer rounded the corner and approached her target. The deal went by quickly, and the dealer left first, leaving her target with a generous amount of Syk. Now was the time to strike. Darkfire closed in rapidly and perched on a ledge directly above her target. Her hidden blades folded out from her forearms, and she dropped down.

Darkfire landed with a heavy thud directly in front of the target and kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling out onto the ground and knocking the Syk from his hands. Darkfire jumped onto his chest before her target could react and slashed his voice processor. The target looked up at her, optics wide with terror as he tried to scream, but no sound came from his mutilated processor.

Darkfire smiled malevolently down at her target, waiting to see if he would recognize her. The flash of recognition was not long in coming. Horror was inspired anew in her target, and he flailed wildly to throw Darkfire off of him. Caught unaware by her target’s flailing, Darkfire lost her balance and was clobbered in the side of her cranium by one of her target’s fists, throwing her off.

The target got to its feet and raised an axe above his head to strike at Darkfire, but she was too fast and rolled out of the way just in time. The target struck again, but Darkfire caught the handle of the axe in one hand, stopping its downward motion. She tightened her grip on it and kicked her target away, ripping the axe from his grip. Defenseless, her target fell to his knees and pleaded with his optics silently—desperately.

Darkfire stared down coldly at the target. There was no compassion in her optics. No mercy. She had wasted enough time on this target as it was. Darkfire drew her blade and decapitated her target with an air of disdain. She turned away as the head and body fell to the ground and collected the discarded Syk. She could sell this. That would make for a nice profit. Darkfire glanced over to the body.

She didn’t really have to be worried about her work being discovered here. Death was common in the slums. Decapitation, however, was a bit theatrical, Darkfire had to admit. She grabbed the head and tossed the body into some empty warehouse. Darkfire decided to keep the head as proof of completing the job. She would be flying back to her superior and not taking the transport, so she didn’t have to worry about being seen with the head. Her superior might like to use the head as a way to send a message to others who might cross him, perhaps. Darkfire didn’t really care.

She was just following orders.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Mon Mar 26, 2012 6:05 am

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Foxfire13795 wrote:I'd like for this one to be on the Ultrax. I hope everything checks out alright.

Darkfire

Allegiance: Decepticon :CON:
Function: Assassin
Alternate Modes: F-22 Raptor (Black)
Weapons: Dual Hidden Blades, Throwing Knives, Claws, Null Ray
Height: 31ft/ 12.56m
Quote: “If you don’t use your head, you might just lose it."


Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 7
Endurance: 6
Courage: 7
Firepower: 4
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 3
Rank:


Profile:

Darkfire has been with the Decepticon Armada since its inception. She didn’t join out of any loyalty to the cause, however. Her sister, Foxfire, deceived by the glamorous Decepticon propaganda, enlisted in the Armada. Out of a fierce desire to protect her sister, Darkfire enlisted as well. The war progressed. The acts of the Decepticons became crueler and more ruthless. Foxfire’s disillusionment came when she and Darkfire were asked to demolish a target building. Darkfire knew there were civilians inside, so she tried to get her sister to remain far from the building as a sentry. Foxfire complied and Darkfire went to place the charges. Darkfire had to deal with a few civilians before she could set the charges into place. Foxfire had come to warn her about the approaching Autobots when she caught Darkfire in the act of murdering the last civilian in her way.

It was then that Foxfire’s loyalty to the Decepticons and her trust and love for her sister died, and it was at that moment that Darkfire knew what path she would have to take. Darkfire scuffled with her sister but managed to knock her out and place the charges. She flung her sister over her shoulder and walked away from the scene while the building exploded behind her. Darkfire set her sister down and scouted for an oncoming Autobot patrol. She sighted one fairly easily and returned to her unconscious sister. Darkfire carefully ripped off the Decepticon emblem from her sister and placed it in her sister’s hand. Foxfire had stabbed her during their fight, but it was a shallow wound. Darkfire took Foxfire’s blade now and pushed it deeper into the original wound. Ignoring the pain, Darkfire took satisfaction from the wound when energon started to leak from it. She put the blade in her sister’s hand and took one last look at the one bot that she cared about most in the world. Then, Darkfire turned and never looked back, leaving behind a trail of her own energon.

Foxfire would end up joining with the Autobots while Darkfire remained aligned with the Decepticons. The Autobots took Foxfire in with reservations that quickly faded once her enthusiasm and kind personality shone through. The evidence that Darkfire had laid at the scene would make it easier for Foxfire as well. Foxfire’s own account of the events suggested that after the battle, Darkfire, out of some sense of family, had spared Foxfire’s life. Foxfire has not yet seen her sister since that fateful day.

Darkfire is the quiet type and always has been. She follows orders without any hesitation or question. She seems to lack a conscience and has carried out multiple atrocities with as much reservation as one would have for killing a fly. Darkfire’s cold demeanor emanates from her in such a way that others usually tend to avoid her. She holds a no nonsense approach to missions. Despite her cold demeanor, Darkfire is no stranger to sarcasm and the intricacies of speaking. Although she is familiar with tact, Darkfire doesn’t often employ its use, preferring to speak frankly.

Abilities:

Darkfire is fast both in robot form and vehicle mode. While she cannot reach speeds up to escape velocity, Darkfire can reach Mach 2 easily in vehicle mode. She can carry only one human passenger. Darkfire is lithe and graceful in robot mode, escaping danger with ease.

Darkfire is painfully intelligent, able to analyze all situations and their possible outcomes in an astrosecond. Her intelligence extends over into her resourcefulness when faced with a sticky situation. She also has the moderate ability to hack into some databases. While she is no expert hacker, Darkfire is adequate enough in her ability. Darkfire will almost always have several contingency plans when preparing to go out on any assignment.

Darkfire’s hands can transform into claws, the ends of her fingers sharping to savage points. She can scale walls and cling to ceilings with the help of both her claws and agility, allowing her to move around in unconventional ways. Darkfire also carries dual hidden blades for close combat, defaulting on those more often than her claws. They fold out from her forearms and are as long as her forearm if not as wide. As for ranged equipment, Darkfire carries throwing knives and a Null Ray. Darkfire is usually very accurate with both although she cannot match sharp shooters like Sureshot.

Although Darkfire is a practitioner of Metallikato, she also has a grasp of the other various fighting styles such as Circuit-Su and Crystalocution. She is deadly in close combat and even more when she attacks from the shadows.

Darkfire wears moderate armor normally and lighter armor when the need be. Her armor is generally above average, making her able to take several hits before weakening.

As an assassin, Darkfire is familiar with the usual unconventional entry points in guarded facilities. She is practiced in the art of silent movement, hardly making a sound as she walks normally, making none when she tries to be covert.

Unlike most Decepticons or Autobots, Darkfire’s optics are not blue or red. Instead, they are violet.

Weaknesses:

While mostly detached from the surrounding world, Darkfire does have a temper. She is prone to make mistakes when she gets angry and willingly fall into traps at times. Also, she prefers to work alone and being forced to work in a group may cause her to snap at comrades in her team and, in severe cases, disobey orders. Darkfire is easily annoyed by what she considers incompetence and does not hesitate to point it out bluntly. Darkfire occasionally toys with her targets like a cat and mouse, and this may allow her target to deal severe damage to her or escape her.

Sample Post:

Her target was irritating her today. He had chosen today to break from his routine and walk his secondary path. This threw out half of Darkfire’s meticulously crafted contingency plans. Her target was taking of his irregular trips to a dealer from the black market. He was addicted to a substance called Syk. The problem with this was that the meeting point varied each time. Darkfire had planned to set up an ambush and wait for her target to come along, but now she would have to shadow him, which is what she was doing now.

Darkfire was following her target through the streets of Kaon, prowling along the rooftops at times, slinking in the shadows of the streets at others. It was more effort than she should have had to expend in order to kill her target. Normally, she would’ve liked to toy with a target like this one, but not anymore.

Pausing as her target waited for the transport system to arrive, Darkfire planned her next move while perched atop a roof façade. She would have to fly quickly, following the transport or ride inside of the transport. Flying would be too conspicuous. She would have to ride with her target. Darkfire allowed a smirk to grace her features. Maybe she’d still play with him—just a little. Darkfire moved from her perch and dropped down into an alley, casually strolling out and joining the crowd awaiting the transport.

Sighting her target fairly easily, Darkfire made her way over to him. “Hey there," Darkfire said in smooth tones, “Where are you headed?"

Her target looked at her seeming timid for a moment before relaxing a little. He avoided Darkfire’s optics as he answered. “Oh…here and there…" The target fidgeted a bit. No doubt that was from Syk withdraws. Darkfire shrugged as if uninterested and fell back into the crowd. She noted the relief on the target’s face as she moved away. Darkfire felt irritation flare up mildly in her again. Not only was he more trouble than he was worth, he wasn’t even interesting to play with before the kill. She let out a small sigh. At least she could draw out the kill a little and get something out of this whole ordeal.

The transport soon arrived, and the crowd boarded. The transport shot off along the tubes. Darkfire sat at the extreme rear, watching her target in her peripheral vision. The transport came to its first stop far from Kaon in a ghetto of a neighborhood. It was here that her target disembarked. Darkfire stood and exited the transport as well, immediately heading for the nearest alley in the opposite direction from her target. Once out of sight of the target, Darkfire extended her claws and scaled the side of the building, climbing onto its dilapidated roof.

Traversing the rooftops, Darkfire hunted for her target. She was nearly on top of him when she spotted him again. She stalked him, wondering at how rarely anyone seemed to look up. It definitely made her job easier.

Her target stopped suddenly on a deserted street. The Syk dealer rounded the corner and approached her target. The deal went by quickly, and the dealer left first, leaving her target with a generous amount of Syk. Now was the time to strike. Darkfire closed in rapidly and perched on a ledge directly above her target. Her hidden blades folded out from her forearms, and she dropped down.

Darkfire landed with a heavy thud directly in front of the target and kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling out onto the ground and knocking the Syk from his hands. Darkfire jumped onto his chest before her target could react and slashed his voice processor. The target looked up at her, optics wide with terror as he tried to scream, but no sound came from his mutilated processor.

Darkfire smiled malevolently down at her target, waiting to see if he would recognize her. The flash of recognition was not long in coming. Horror was inspired anew in her target, and he flailed wildly to throw Darkfire off of him. Caught unaware by her target’s flailing, Darkfire lost her balance and was clobbered in the side of her cranium by one of her target’s fists, throwing her off.

The target got to its feet and raised an axe above his head to strike at Darkfire, but she was too fast and rolled out of the way just in time. The target struck again, but Darkfire caught the handle of the axe in one hand, stopping its downward motion. She tightened her grip on it and kicked her target away, ripping the axe from his grip. Defenseless, her target fell to his knees and pleaded with his optics silently—desperately.

Darkfire stared down coldly at the target. There was no compassion in her optics. No mercy. She had wasted enough time on this target as it was. Darkfire drew her blade and decapitated her target with an air of disdain. She turned away as the head and body fell to the ground and collected the discarded Syk. She could sell this. That would make for a nice profit. Darkfire glanced over to the body.

She didn’t really have to be worried about her work being discovered here. Death was common in the slums. Decapitation, however, was a bit theatrical, Darkfire had to admit. She grabbed the head and tossed the body into some empty warehouse. Darkfire decided to keep the head as proof of completing the job. She would be flying back to her superior and not taking the transport, so she didn’t have to worry about being seen with the head. Her superior might like to use the head as a way to send a message to others who might cross him, perhaps. Darkfire didn’t really care.

She was just following orders.


The Ultrax is pretty crowded as it is. The Thanatos is probably the better option. It'd be much easier to have Shockwave just bring her out of forced stasis than to have her "just happen" to be already on board a ship that's already too full.

Anyhow, Approved. Rank 5
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Phaze » Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:42 pm

Motto: ""All's Fair in Life and Death""
Weapon: Nuclear Charged Fusion Cannon
Reactivating an old character i have the rpg bug again

Name: Crueljaw
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Close Quarters Protection Specialist
Alt Mode: tumbler bridging Vehicle (Batmobile Batman Begins)
Weapons: 1 Plasma Shotgun 1 Plasma Sword, 1 Vibro knife
Height: 30ft 9,1m
“I’ll justify my reasons with your mech fluid”

Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 8
Courage: 8
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 5
Rank

Since his forging in the gladiatorial pits, Crueljaw’s been all about 2 things; where his next energon ration is coming from and who he has to slag to do it. Designed by decepticon R&D as an experimental assault vehicle he was dismayed to find he got a 'bridging vehicle' alt mode, the project was eventually shelved after the con techs couldn’t get the bridge to work. Since then the stubborn warrior has been shunted from battlefront to battlefront gradually his combat experience was built up. It’s been said that Crueljaw’s love for combat has been dulled but you ever see him on the battlefield you’ll be glad you’re not on the other side. Arrogant and cruel Crueljaw will gladly rip the spark out of an autobot then talk smack as the optics of his victims fades away. It is said he met Psychout on a patrol who illuminated him in the more profitable way to make energon . Over the Vorn’s he’s been reformatted almost as many times as Starscream has been beaten into the Cr Chamber by lord Megatron but despite his faults he is loyal to the core to the decepticons and to that runt Psychout who he previously provided personal protection for, at a hefty cost.

Abilities
In his robot mode Crueljaw is a formidable fighter, well versed in gladiatorial combat and Cybertronian martial arts. Crueljaw’s been trained in Guerrilla and Urban Warfare Tactics and employs these to great effect. In his tumbler alternate mode he’s got a jet booster, which will propel him to speeds of up to 220mph, this enables him to bridge gaps of up to 80ft he can also use this booster in robot mode to bounce forward. Like most decepticons he is fitted with a flight circuit but only uses it in emergencies he can’t stand flying for long.

Weaknesses
Apart from his arrogance his main weakness is his fear of flying he refuses to use his flight circuit to escape even if it’s the most logical course of action.

Sample post

The Autobot sentry looked up to see the underside of flying black shape landing on him the con didn’t notice what he’d landed on. He only had optics for his objective an autobot observer named Click. Rumour had it that the bot was skulking around the ruins of an autobot watchtower that had been bombed out by the Seekers two days earlier collecting data on decepticon troop movements.

The deep rumble of his engine had probably alerted the Autobot by now but it didn’t matter to Crueljaw he was already at the base of the watchtower. Transforming he climbed the steps his shotgun in his hands above his audio picked up on something moving above him. The winding steps seemed to go on and on his long optic narrowed as he reached the top of the stairs. Click was waiting for him a shot from the autobots rifle slammed into Crueljaw’s chest sending him tumbling down the steps he lost his shotgun during the fall.

As he came back online he found the Autobot clearing the last of the steps and heading towards him with Crueljaw’s own shotgun in his hands. Crueljaw had seconds before he was put into permanent stasis he reached down and retrieved his Vibro blade a small knife really but could cut through most armour. A quick flick of his wrist and the blade flew through the air tearing through the neck of the autobot severing and energon line. The autobot fired the shot going wide. Crueljaw righted himself walked over and recovered his shotgun. “Next time you want to kill someone aim for the head” Crueljaw sneered as he aimed his shotgun and fired point blank into the autobot. As he pulled his blade from his victim he picked up the Datapad that had fallen from the dead autobots wrist compartment. “Well I’ve got what I’ve come for wonder if Soundwave will actually pay me for this or just take all the glory like normal”
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Insidious » Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:34 am

Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Phaze wrote:Reactivating an old character i have the rpg bug again

Name: Crueljaw
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Close Quarters Protection Specialist
Alt Mode: tumbler bridging Vehicle (Batmobile Batman Begins)
Weapons: 1 Plasma Shotgun 1 Plasma Sword, 1 Vibro knife
Height: 30ft 9,1m
“I’ll justify my reasons with your mech fluid”

Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 8
Courage: 8
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 5
Rank

Since his forging in the gladiatorial pits, Crueljaw’s been all about 2 things; where his next energon ration is coming from and who he has to slag to do it. Designed by decepticon R&D as an experimental assault vehicle he was dismayed to find he got a 'bridging vehicle' alt mode, the project was eventually shelved after the con techs couldn’t get the bridge to work. Since then the stubborn warrior has been shunted from battlefront to battlefront gradually his combat experience was built up. It’s been said that Crueljaw’s love for combat has been dulled but you ever see him on the battlefield you’ll be glad you’re not on the other side. Arrogant and cruel Crueljaw will gladly rip the spark out of an autobot then talk smack as the optics of his victims fades away. It is said he met Psychout on a patrol who illuminated him in the more profitable way to make energon . Over the Vorn’s he’s been reformatted almost as many times as Starscream has been beaten into the Cr Chamber by lord Megatron but despite his faults he is loyal to the core to the decepticons and to that runt Psychout who he previously provided personal protection for, at a hefty cost.

Abilities
In his robot mode Crueljaw is a formidable fighter, well versed in gladiatorial combat and Cybertronian martial arts. Crueljaw’s been trained in Guerrilla and Urban Warfare Tactics and employs these to great effect. In his tumbler alternate mode he’s got a jet booster, which will propel him to speeds of up to 220mph, this enables him to bridge gaps of up to 80ft he can also use this booster in robot mode to bounce forward. Like most decepticons he is fitted with a flight circuit but only uses it in emergencies he can’t stand flying for long.

Weaknesses
Apart from his arrogance his main weakness is his fear of flying he refuses to use his flight circuit to escape even if it’s the most logical course of action.

Sample post

The Autobot sentry looked up to see the underside of flying black shape landing on him the con didn’t notice what he’d landed on. He only had optics for his objective an autobot observer named Click. Rumour had it that the bot was skulking around the ruins of an autobot watchtower that had been bombed out by the Seekers two days earlier collecting data on decepticon troop movements.

The deep rumble of his engine had probably alerted the Autobot by now but it didn’t matter to Crueljaw he was already at the base of the watchtower. Transforming he climbed the steps his shotgun in his hands above his audio picked up on something moving above him. The winding steps seemed to go on and on his long optic narrowed as he reached the top of the stairs. Click was waiting for him a shot from the autobots rifle slammed into Crueljaw’s chest sending him tumbling down the steps he lost his shotgun during the fall.

As he came back online he found the Autobot clearing the last of the steps and heading towards him with Crueljaw’s own shotgun in his hands. Crueljaw had seconds before he was put into permanent stasis he reached down and retrieved his Vibro blade a small knife really but could cut through most armour. A quick flick of his wrist and the blade flew through the air tearing through the neck of the autobot severing and energon line. The autobot fired the shot going wide. Crueljaw righted himself walked over and recovered his shotgun. “Next time you want to kill someone aim for the head” Crueljaw sneered as he aimed his shotgun and fired point blank into the autobot. As he pulled his blade from his victim he picked up the Datapad that had fallen from the dead autobots wrist compartment. “Well I’ve got what I’ve come for wonder if Soundwave will actually pay me for this or just take all the glory like normal”



Good start.

Alright, the fanmade stat limit is 70. If I tallied your numbers correctly, you're sitting on 74, so shave at least 4 more off. I don't see any weird abilities that would require a further stat penalty, so all good there. Sample looks solid. We're not too keen on the altmode. Something that unique just screams "bomb me with a tactical missile". If you want a military vehicle, grab something that's more widely used.

You're on the right track. This character should be workable soon.
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