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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby darksabrz » Wed Aug 01, 2012 10:30 am

Scourge

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Sweep Leader
Alt. mode: Sweepcraft (Cybertronian hovercraft)
Weapons: Heat Laser, Various Fusion and Incendiary Explosive Devices, Disintegrator Cannons
Special Abilities: Capable of escape velocity; FTL-capable
Height: 33ft / 10.07m

Quote: "Desolation follows in my trail."

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

Profile: Imagine a being with no capacity for remorse, warmth, or even compassion - a being for which friendship and basic camaraderie were totally alien concept that suggested only weakness and folly. Such a being would be more monster than mechanoid, which is an accurate description of Scourge. He is a singularly merciless and unstoppable hunter and killer. Scourge's fearsome disposition and physical powers make him a virtual demigod among the Transformers, which should be enough to frighten anyone. But perhaps the most terrifying thing about him is that he represents only the smallest fraction of the strength and evil of the Decepticon Empire.

Scourge is the first of a new breed of Decepticon envisioned by Megatron: a prototype tracker/terminator meant to work alongside the Seekers as the main offensive weapon of the Decepticons, both complementing each other rather than replacing. Unlike the Seekers whom share their loyalties between Megatron, Starscream and number of other high profile Decepticons, the Sweeps were designed to be utterly loyal (some might say fanatical) in preserving Megatron and, by extension, the Decepticon Empire. Some projections indicate that the potential of "The Sweeps" is sufficient to make the Seeker design obsolete for other operations than high speed hit and run attacks, especially if Scourge's vision to make his Sweeps a pack of tracker/terminators under his own command becomes a reality. Only time will tell, but Scourge intends on testing those projections to their utmost and see the results for himself. Needless to say, this intention makes the Seekers very nervous.

Abilities: Scourge is highly intelligent. His physical strength and endurance are far greater than most of Transformers. His scanning equipment is powerful enough to trace someone or something from one end of the galaxy to the other based on the smallest traces. In sweep-craft mode, he is armed with disintegrator cannons that break down the molecular bonds of targets, dissipating them. In robot mode, he is armed with a heat laser that can turn most armor into slag, as well as a variety of fusion and incendiary explosive devices.

Weaknesses: Scourge exhibits no physical weaknesses. His only failing point is his arrogance.

Sample Pose

Sigma Draconis VII

The 'mech ran for dear life, doing everything possible to avoid the being chasing him. No, not chasing -- hunting. The 'mech was prey, and the agitated paranoia he exhibited as he shifted between robot and altmode in his ongoing efforts to evade the hunter was proof of just how frightened he was. An hour, a day, a week -- time seemed meaningless. Only survival and evasion were important.

It had been bad enough when the Decepticon invasion force swept through. Then that terminator showed up, hunting down the stragglers and survivors that hadn’t been butchered. Bargaining wouldn't work -- a couple of stragglers had learned that to their sorrow early on. Reasoning was out of the question -- another survivor had begged for mercy, only to find a slow, painful death instead. Just one look at the hunter was all the 'mech would ever need to convince himself that it was pitiless, remorseless, fearless. And it would be implacable; it would never stop -- ever -- until he was dead.

An energy blast rang out from above and behind, and the 'mech narrowly dodged out of the way in time. As it was, the energy was enough to melt a rather sizeable hole through the ruined alley wall. He glanced back over his shoulder to see if the hunter had been the one to take the shot, but he saw nothing: only darkness.

He kept running, ducking through alleyways and avoiding the main thoroughfares of the ruined Autobot outpost. He was the last remaining survivor, and had managed to avoid most of the Decepticon invasion force that had come through. But this terminator, this hunter -- he was unlike anything the 'mech had ever experienced before. He hadn't had a recharge in the week since the invasion; there had been no time, and to try and stop for any attempt at rest meant death. He was tired on so many levels -- physically, mentally, spiritually.

Suddenly, as the 'mech rounded another corner, he stopped short. Dead end. No doors, nothing to hide behind--

The faint whine of repulsors and the crunch of two feet hitting the ground behind him might as well have been a death knell to his audial receptors. He could see the silhouette of graceful, curvilinear wings extending and flexing with a prehensile quality. Slowly he turned to face the hunter, suddenly weary of it all, and called him by name.

"Scourge."

The Sweep leader emerged from the shadows, his imposing royal blue and light blue body coming into view. The malevolent glow of his crimson optics were enough for the 'mech to palpably feel the evil staring down at him. "I had wondered which would break first," he observed quietly, his gravelly voice showing little emotion. "Your body or your spirit. The answer is clear."

The 'mech's optics dimmed slightly, then brightened once more. "Do your worst," he replied, his words carrying a bravado that he didn't feel.

Scourge gazed imperiously at the 'mech, and his lips curled into a thin, cruel smile. "You have been amusing, prey. You've led me on quite the chase, but you know the truth: I could have terminated you at any point and time these past two mega-cycles. I wanted to see just how far you would push yourself before you gave up, whether it be from exhaustion or a lack of will to continue any longer."

Suddenly, the Sweep leader launched forward, clawed fingertips and arm plunging into the 'mech's chest cavity before ripping out his prey’s fuel pump. He watched the shocked and amazed look the 'mech gave him as he gurgled, then fell back as Scourge's hand pulled back out, fuel pump in hand. Liquid energon dripped from his clawed hand as he stepped back, the disintegrator cannon atop his head beginning to glow before unleashing an energy blast that obliterated the 'mech.

Looking down, Scourge examined the fuel pump for a few seconds, then slowly squeezed it in his hand, crushing it before dropping it in the dead end. Then he launched upwards on repulsors, transforming into his ovoid sweepcraft form and taking to the skies, leaving Sigma Draconis VII behind. It was time to return to Lord Megatron, and see the progress on the additional construction of more Sweeps.

Hunting alone was pleasurable. Hunting as park of a pack, that he could lead as the alpha -- that would be far better still.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Wed Aug 01, 2012 12:50 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
darksabrz wrote:Scourge

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Sweep Leader
Alt. mode: Sweepcraft (Cybertronian hovercraft)
Weapons: Heat Laser, Various Fusion and Incendiary Explosive Devices, Disintegrator Cannons
Special Abilities: Capable of escape velocity; FTL-capable
Height: 33ft / 10.07m

Quote: "Desolation follows in my trail."

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

Profile: Imagine a being with no capacity for remorse, warmth, or even compassion - a being for which friendship and basic camaraderie were totally alien concept that suggested only weakness and folly. Such a being would be more monster than mechanoid, which is an accurate description of Scourge. He is a singularly merciless and unstoppable hunter and killer. Scourge's fearsome disposition and physical powers make him a virtual demigod among the Transformers, which should be enough to frighten anyone. But perhaps the most terrifying thing about him is that he represents only the smallest fraction of the strength and evil of the Decepticon Empire.

Scourge is the first of a new breed of Decepticon envisioned by Megatron: a prototype tracker/terminator meant to work alongside the Seekers as the main offensive weapon of the Decepticons, both complementing each other rather than replacing. Unlike the Seekers whom share their loyalties between Megatron, Starscream and number of other high profile Decepticons, the Sweeps were designed to be utterly loyal (some might say fanatical) in preserving Megatron and, by extension, the Decepticon Empire. Some projections indicate that the potential of "The Sweeps" is sufficient to make the Seeker design obsolete for other operations than high speed hit and run attacks, especially if Scourge's vision to make his Sweeps a pack of tracker/terminators under his own command becomes a reality. Only time will tell, but Scourge intends on testing those projections to their utmost and see the results for himself. Needless to say, this intention makes the Seekers very nervous.

Abilities: Scourge is highly intelligent. His physical strength and endurance are far greater than most of Transformers. His scanning equipment is powerful enough to trace someone or something from one end of the galaxy to the other based on the smallest traces. In sweep-craft mode, he is armed with disintegrator cannons that break down the molecular bonds of targets, dissipating them. In robot mode, he is armed with a heat laser that can turn most armor into slag, as well as a variety of fusion and incendiary explosive devices.

Weaknesses: Scourge exhibits no physical weaknesses. His only failing point is his arrogance.

Sample Pose

Sigma Draconis VII

The 'mech ran for dear life, doing everything possible to avoid the being chasing him. No, not chasing -- hunting. The 'mech was prey, and the agitated paranoia he exhibited as he shifted between robot and altmode in his ongoing efforts to evade the hunter was proof of just how frightened he was. An hour, a day, a week -- time seemed meaningless. Only survival and evasion were important.

It had been bad enough when the Decepticon invasion force swept through. Then that terminator showed up, hunting down the stragglers and survivors that hadn’t been butchered. Bargaining wouldn't work -- a couple of stragglers had learned that to their sorrow early on. Reasoning was out of the question -- another survivor had begged for mercy, only to find a slow, painful death instead. Just one look at the hunter was all the 'mech would ever need to convince himself that it was pitiless, remorseless, fearless. And it would be implacable; it would never stop -- ever -- until he was dead.

An energy blast rang out from above and behind, and the 'mech narrowly dodged out of the way in time. As it was, the energy was enough to melt a rather sizeable hole through the ruined alley wall. He glanced back over his shoulder to see if the hunter had been the one to take the shot, but he saw nothing: only darkness.

He kept running, ducking through alleyways and avoiding the main thoroughfares of the ruined Autobot outpost. He was the last remaining survivor, and had managed to avoid most of the Decepticon invasion force that had come through. But this terminator, this hunter -- he was unlike anything the 'mech had ever experienced before. He hadn't had a recharge in the week since the invasion; there had been no time, and to try and stop for any attempt at rest meant death. He was tired on so many levels -- physically, mentally, spiritually.

Suddenly, as the 'mech rounded another corner, he stopped short. Dead end. No doors, nothing to hide behind--

The faint whine of repulsors and the crunch of two feet hitting the ground behind him might as well have been a death knell to his audial receptors. He could see the silhouette of graceful, curvilinear wings extending and flexing with a prehensile quality. Slowly he turned to face the hunter, suddenly weary of it all, and called him by name.

"Scourge."

The Sweep leader emerged from the shadows, his imposing royal blue and light blue body coming into view. The malevolent glow of his crimson optics were enough for the 'mech to palpably feel the evil staring down at him. "I had wondered which would break first," he observed quietly, his gravelly voice showing little emotion. "Your body or your spirit. The answer is clear."

The 'mech's optics dimmed slightly, then brightened once more. "Do your worst," he replied, his words carrying a bravado that he didn't feel.

Scourge gazed imperiously at the 'mech, and his lips curled into a thin, cruel smile. "You have been amusing, prey. You've led me on quite the chase, but you know the truth: I could have terminated you at any point and time these past two mega-cycles. I wanted to see just how far you would push yourself before you gave up, whether it be from exhaustion or a lack of will to continue any longer."

Suddenly, the Sweep leader launched forward, clawed fingertips and arm plunging into the 'mech's chest cavity before ripping out his prey’s fuel pump. He watched the shocked and amazed look the 'mech gave him as he gurgled, then fell back as Scourge's hand pulled back out, fuel pump in hand. Liquid energon dripped from his clawed hand as he stepped back, the disintegrator cannon atop his head beginning to glow before unleashing an energy blast that obliterated the 'mech.

Looking down, Scourge examined the fuel pump for a few seconds, then slowly squeezed it in his hand, crushing it before dropping it in the dead end. Then he launched upwards on repulsors, transforming into his ovoid sweepcraft form and taking to the skies, leaving Sigma Draconis VII behind. It was time to return to Lord Megatron, and see the progress on the additional construction of more Sweeps.

Hunting alone was pleasurable. Hunting as park of a pack, that he could lead as the alpha -- that would be far better still.


Good stuff. Approved. He's on Nebulos. Oh, and it's good to have you back.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Cryhavok » Sun Aug 05, 2012 7:29 am

Motto: ""It is all about pain.""
Weapon: Fusion-Powered Anti-Gravity Gun
Trickster wrote:Name: Bludgeon
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Electric Warrior
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Tank
Weapons: Energo-Sword, Shield, Electric Cannon, Electric Fireballs
Height: 30 ft / 9.14 m
Quote: “To know your own limits, you must first know your foe's limits."


Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 9
Speed: 2
Endurance: 9
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 9
Melee: 10
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 7
Rank: 6

Profile: Bludgeon is calmed and prepared, always giving the disconcerting impression that he knows something no one else does. He frightens other Decepticons with his emotionless demeanour during combat. One of few Decepticons who could be described as honourable, the aloof Bludgeon adheres to an archaic code which only he understands. He feels that each worthy opponent he conquers adds to his own abilities, bringing him closer to his ideal of the “ultimate warrior." His superstitious ways and eerie religious practices disturb many Decepticons, but none can deny his effectiveness in combat. Nor would they try, lest he turn his seemingly supernatural abilities against them.

Abilities: Bludgeon is one of the most skilled hand-to-hand combatants from Cybertron and is a master of the forgotten art of Metallikato. He has generators in his legs that produce disorienting clouds of black smoke. In robot mode, Bludgeon is armed with a high-powered energo-sword and accompanying shield, as well as an electric cannon (also the main weapon in tank mode). He possesses the ability to internally create electric fireballs that can be directed through his body with a range of over 400 yards.

Weaknesses: Bludgeon has no known physical weaknesses, but adherence to his superstitious beliefs and code of honour can hamper his battlefield effectiveness.

Sample Post:

Seated on the floor with his legs crossed and actuators resting on his knee joints, Bludgeon was motionless, as inanimate as the few items of furniture occupying his cell. Grey steel greeted him from every angle. Against his dreary surroundings, even his dark aqua colour scheme appeared as though in defiance of the mass of tedious grey enveloping him. In a strange way, Bludgeon looked out of place, inconsistent with the interior.

His optics were devoid of vitality, hollow orbs featuring only darkness. Having completed his daily training session under the careful supervision of the guards, they had escorted him back to his cell where he would pass the remaining cycles in the orn in silence, entertained only by meditation and the drills he performed to maintain his lethality in combat.

Tomorrow would eventually come around, and Bludgeon would repeat his routine all over again. This routine applied to the next orn, as well. And the one after that. And the one after that. And the one after that.

Colour flooded back into his optics, two pools of blood red filling to capacity. Meditation concluded, Bludgeon lowered his cranial unit. He brought an actuator to his face-plate and examined it, gaze latching on to it.

They would have never been aware of Bludgeon's unique yet potent ability had he not guaranteed his ignorant opponent, a powerful individual whose belligerence equalled his impressive strength with ease, that he could defeat the challenger without the aid of physical force. Chainfist, well known to the guards and inmates alike for constantly broadcasting his obsession to beat Bludgeon to scrap, scoffed at the master of Metallikato, saying that madness had finally seized his mind.

The fight began when Chainfist launched a quick right hook at him. It ended three astroseconds later, courtesy of two electric fireballs discharged at point-blank range.

Or so the tale went, as far as the two guards who were present during the encounter claimed what their optics had witnessed. It had happened so fast—perhaps too fast for the pair of guards to register and comprehend in its entirety. But they saw Chainfist fall, a broken body, off-lined as a result of the damage inflicted upon him, crashing to the floor as gravity went about its business. He neither uttered a single word nor twitched to confirm his survival.

While Chainfist's continued functioning seemed dubious Bludgeon had not killed him. Logic frowned at that very action. Logic, prior to the confrontation, had informed him of the consequences involved in the poor fool's termination. Logic persuaded Bludgeon to deviate from his original plan and prevent himself from making an error.

To have killed Chainfist, Bludgeon would have been immediately shown his new home: The Rig. Most likely as a permanent resident, too. Given how deadly the electric warrior was, owing to the legendary reputation he had garnered before being incarcerated and the amount of wannabes he had bested in this facility thus far, no argument no matter how well supported with facts and statistics would have saved him from The Rig. Bludgeon knew Maximus had reached his limits with him and had cast his optic on the martial artist, scrutinising every movement he was now making.

It was as much for the inmates' protection as it was for Bludgeon's. He considered it ironic, almost laughable when Maximus told him that, but chose not to express his opinion to the warden. The line was so fine between solitary confinement and The Rig, even a regular cell and The Rig, that Bludgeon could barely identify it. That, and Maximus wasn't particularly fond of violence and those who had the potential to excel at it.

Rising from the floor, Bludgeon composed himself, his stoic visage gazing straight ahead. He was wary of the penalties bound to his actions, should he find himself being challenged once more by another inmate. One more punch, one more kick—even in self-defence which was often the case—and it would be all over. Maximus had made that very clear; he'd dedicate a great deal of effort to personally ensure Bludgeon's spark was extracted, that he lived out the remainder of his sentence in The Rig.

While he understood those penalties and accepted them, his concerns did not lay with them. Not at this moment. All likely trouble-makers, all those idiots who continued to believe they could defeat Bludgeon despite the atrocious head-to-head between the electric warrior and his competitors, would be relocated to different blocks upon his return to general population.

If they gave him the green light to return. Not a certainty. And even though those inmates suspected of looking for a fight would be residing in different blocks far from Bludgeon, the possibility of conflict was still not completely eliminated. For all he knew, some moron, deemed harmless, might pluck up the courage, seek him out, and take a swing.

Then it would be a one-way trip to The Rig. Not quite the adventure Bludgeon was after.

If he was ever released from solitary confinement. That was his concern. Truth be told, this place, this isolation—it wasn't as horrible as some of the other inmates having experienced it described it to be.

Solitary confinement offered Bludgeon generous servings of peace and quiet, two valuable qualities he appreciated when lost in meditation or heavily engaged in training. Neither of these qualities were obtainable in general population. Not in abundance, anyway.

The again, it would be interesting to see if anything had changed out there during his absence. The sudden emergence of his curiosity surprised him somewhat, expecting it to be lured to more important matters. Of course, Bludgeon had been locked away in solitary confinement for a while. A long while. Perhaps too long.

Whatever the case, Maximus—or one of his little yes-mechs—would apprise Bludgeon of his situation soon enough.


You have managed to stick around long enough for getting this chance. Don't make me to regret it. ;)
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Grimboots » Sat Aug 11, 2012 5:46 pm

Weapon: Energo-Sword
Name: Cliffjumper
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alternate Mode: Pontiac G8
Weapons: Ion gun, grenades, Glass gas gun
Special Ability:
Height: 18 ft. 5.59 m
Quote: "Strike first, strike fast, strike hard."

Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 7
Endurance: 4
Courage: 10
Firepower: 7
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 5
Charisma: 5

Holomatter Avatar: A young, bruised up man. He is sporting sunglasses.

Profile: Cliffjumper never was one to be called patient. Courageous and eager for action, Cliffjumper always wants to be the first on the battle field. The day Megatron and the Decepticon threat became known, many Autobots were fearful and worried. Not Cliffjumper. He was ready to put those vile bots back in there place if they crossed him. This isn't to say that Cliffjumper wants the war to continue. Like his fellow Autobots, he wants nothing more than for it to cease. But, while it's still raging, giving the Decepticon's a beating is Cliffjumper's favorite pastime.

Abilities: While in his vehicle, mode Cliffjumper is a speedy, bright red, Pontiac G8. His colors often are able to draw fire from the other Autobots, towards him. This in unison with his speed makes him a valuable asset to the Autobot cause. In robot mode, he is able to fire a projectile that releases Glass Gas. This can temporarily weaken the Decepticon's metal structures, weakening them,and allowing the Autobots to get some shots in.

Weaknesses: Cliffjumper's recklessness could be the death of him. Though a loyal soldier, Cliffjumper's actions could end up in him and his fellow Autobots getting hurt. There's also the chance of the wind blowing his Glass Gas towards, him or an ally, weakening them instead of the Decepticons.

Sample Post:

"Roger that, Prime. I'm on my way!", "Cliffjumper responded to the radio signal that a patrol unit had spotted some suspicious activity down town. While the suspicious activity could have been anything, Cliffjumper had a gut feeling that it was a Decepticon scouting party that was getting too close to pinning down the location of some of his Autobot comrades. While it was more common for the Decepticons to take to the skies, he knew they had operatives on the ground.

The bright red Pontiac G8 was parked on the side of the road, his Holoavatar sitting in the driver seat with his sunglasses on remaining almost a little too still for normal humans, but most just ignored him. The holoavatar then glanced into his rear view mirror, then adjusted the side mirrors - an act of normalcy before pulling out into traffic.

Cliff' knew Decepticons had a knack for disappearing rapidly if they had been spotted so he knew he had to get across down fast. Rapidly routing the quickest path, factoring in global gps traffic and signal timing his tires squeeled as he made a sharp turn down a side street cutting off several cars before boosting down the road, switching gears as it were, as needed.

"I know, keep a low profile, you don't have to worry about me. But if the Decepticons get a beat on us, there won't be any profile to worry about!", "Cliffjumper responded back to base while taking another sharp turn, cutting off two rows off traffic which slammed on their brakes and honked their horns at him, but then burned rubber as he peeled off down the main strip. He had calculated this just right so that he would hit all the lights just as they turned green optimizing his time on the road. But Cliffjumper made a slight miscalculation with his first light, speeding through it just as it had turned red.

It didn't take long for the local authorities to respond to his reckless driving as a siren flared up behind him, and it was not Prowl. "Oh slag....", he whispered under his breath while contemplating his next move. If he pulled over, there is no way he would find the Decepticon scouts today. At the same time if he didn't pull over he would attract a lot of unwanted attention on himself. A good Autobot would pull over, regroup and try again another day. But Cliffjumper wasn't a good Autobot, nor was he going to let this opportunity go.

Cliffjumper accelerated to his maximum speed, which quickly allowed him to lose the earth vehicle behind him as he turned into a red streak shooting down the road. This also screwed up his timing of the lights now having to weave in and out of crossing traffic flawlessly, leaving only a few pedestrian vehicles to spin out unharmed - he would get scolded for that, but if he found those Decepti-creeps then it would all be worth it. Besides, the trailing authority officer could assist the pedestrians, he thought to himself.

A screech of the tires as they skidded around, brakes behind applied as Cliffjumper spun down an alleyway racing towards the suspected Decepticon scouting patrols area. "Ah ha!", he shouted to himself as he saw a Decepticon motorcycle slowly creeping along an adjacent side street. Punching it to maximum speed, Cliffjumper raced down the aleey, at the last minute switching his headlights on to full beam and blaring his horn as he t-bonded the Decepticon motorcycle causing him to spin out of control and crash into the side of a dumpster, denting it. "Take that Decepticon!", he yelled out before he rolled his bright red Pontiac G8 form back a few feed an surveyed a small bike gang of Decepticons which had now all turned their wheels and headlights towards his direction.

"What are you looking at, Decepti-creeps!?", he quickly yelled and revved his engine forward in a threatening motion towards the squad. The sirens of the police car, still hot on his trail. his holoavatar smirked behind that glass. "You punks hear that? That's Prowl. And guess what, he's got Prime with him. But you only have to worry about them if any of you survive long enough against me!"

While his bravado was true, Prowl and Prime were not on the way for back up - that was merely a bluff. The Decepticons would either turn tail and run, he thought to himself as he engine idled aggressively towards them revving it twice more or he would take as many Decepticons down with him as he could. With that, his tires squealed again as he peeled out, leaving skid marks behind him before charging the squad. "Whatcha got!?"
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Sun Aug 12, 2012 11:14 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Grimboots wrote:Name: Cliffjumper
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alternate Mode: Pontiac G8
Weapons: Ion gun, grenades, Glass gas gun
Special Ability:
Height: 18 ft. 5.59 m
Quote: "Strike first, strike fast, strike hard."

Strength: 4
Intelligence: 4
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 7
Endurance: 4
Courage: 10
Firepower: 7
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 5
Charisma: 5

Holomatter Avatar: A young, bruised up man. He is sporting sunglasses.

Profile: Cliffjumper never was one to be called patient. Courageous and eager for action, Cliffjumper always wants to be the first on the battle field. The day Megatron and the Decepticon threat became known, many Autobots were fearful and worried. Not Cliffjumper. He was ready to put those vile bots back in there place if they crossed him. This isn't to say that Cliffjumper wants the war to continue. Like his fellow Autobots, he wants nothing more than for it to cease. But, while it's still raging, giving the Decepticon's a beating is Cliffjumper's favorite pastime.

Abilities: While in his vehicle, mode Cliffjumper is a speedy, bright red, Pontiac G8. His colors often are able to draw fire from the other Autobots, towards him. This in unison with his speed makes him a valuable asset to the Autobot cause. In robot mode, he is able to fire a projectile that releases Glass Gas. This can temporarily weaken the Decepticon's metal structures, weakening them,and allowing the Autobots to get some shots in.

Weaknesses: Cliffjumper's recklessness could be the death of him. Though a loyal soldier, Cliffjumper's actions could end up in him and his fellow Autobots getting hurt. There's also the chance of the wind blowing his Glass Gas towards, him or an ally, weakening them instead of the Decepticons.

Sample Post:

"Roger that, Prime. I'm on my way!", "Cliffjumper responded to the radio signal that a patrol unit had spotted some suspicious activity down town. While the suspicious activity could have been anything, Cliffjumper had a gut feeling that it was a Decepticon scouting party that was getting too close to pinning down the location of some of his Autobot comrades. While it was more common for the Decepticons to take to the skies, he knew they had operatives on the ground.

The bright red Pontiac G8 was parked on the side of the road, his Holoavatar sitting in the driver seat with his sunglasses on remaining almost a little too still for normal humans, but most just ignored him. The holoavatar then glanced into his rear view mirror, then adjusted the side mirrors - an act of normalcy before pulling out into traffic.

Cliff' knew Decepticons had a knack for disappearing rapidly if they had been spotted so he knew he had to get across down fast. Rapidly routing the quickest path, factoring in global gps traffic and signal timing his tires squeeled as he made a sharp turn down a side street cutting off several cars before boosting down the road, switching gears as it were, as needed.

"I know, keep a low profile, you don't have to worry about me. But if the Decepticons get a beat on us, there won't be any profile to worry about!", "Cliffjumper responded back to base while taking another sharp turn, cutting off two rows off traffic which slammed on their brakes and honked their horns at him, but then burned rubber as he peeled off down the main strip. He had calculated this just right so that he would hit all the lights just as they turned green optimizing his time on the road. But Cliffjumper made a slight miscalculation with his first light, speeding through it just as it had turned red.

It didn't take long for the local authorities to respond to his reckless driving as a siren flared up behind him, and it was not Prowl. "Oh slag....", he whispered under his breath while contemplating his next move. If he pulled over, there is no way he would find the Decepticon scouts today. At the same time if he didn't pull over he would attract a lot of unwanted attention on himself. A good Autobot would pull over, regroup and try again another day. But Cliffjumper wasn't a good Autobot, nor was he going to let this opportunity go.

Cliffjumper accelerated to his maximum speed, which quickly allowed him to lose the earth vehicle behind him as he turned into a red streak shooting down the road. This also screwed up his timing of the lights now having to weave in and out of crossing traffic flawlessly, leaving only a few pedestrian vehicles to spin out unharmed - he would get scolded for that, but if he found those Decepti-creeps then it would all be worth it. Besides, the trailing authority officer could assist the pedestrians, he thought to himself.

A screech of the tires as they skidded around, brakes behind applied as Cliffjumper spun down an alleyway racing towards the suspected Decepticon scouting patrols area. "Ah ha!", he shouted to himself as he saw a Decepticon motorcycle slowly creeping along an adjacent side street. Punching it to maximum speed, Cliffjumper raced down the aleey, at the last minute switching his headlights on to full beam and blaring his horn as he t-bonded the Decepticon motorcycle causing him to spin out of control and crash into the side of a dumpster, denting it. "Take that Decepticon!", he yelled out before he rolled his bright red Pontiac G8 form back a few feed an surveyed a small bike gang of Decepticons which had now all turned their wheels and headlights towards his direction.

"What are you looking at, Decepti-creeps!?", he quickly yelled and revved his engine forward in a threatening motion towards the squad. The sirens of the police car, still hot on his trail. his holoavatar smirked behind that glass. "You punks hear that? That's Prowl. And guess what, he's got Prime with him. But you only have to worry about them if any of you survive long enough against me!"

While his bravado was true, Prowl and Prime were not on the way for back up - that was merely a bluff. The Decepticons would either turn tail and run, he thought to himself as he engine idled aggressively towards them revving it twice more or he would take as many Decepticons down with him as he could. With that, his tires squealed again as he peeled out, leaving skid marks behind him before charging the squad. "Whatcha got!?"


Sorry for the delay in responding. On vacation and been a bit busy.

Anyhow, the profile is cut and paste so that's no problem. The only thing I was really interested in was your sample and it was pretty solid. I'm gonna go ahead and give him to you just be sure to run your posts through a spell and grammar checker before you put your put them up. Take care of the resident hothead and enjoy.

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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby BubbleGum:Unlimited » Mon Aug 20, 2012 11:34 am

Motto: "I'll give up, when I'm off-lined!"
Weapon: Neutron Rifle
Name: BubbleGum
Allegiance: Autobothttp://www.seibertron.com/energo ... 0&t=44548#
Function: Warden/warrior
Alt. mode: Chrysler Volt
Height: 15ft. 10in.
Quote: "I'll give up when I'm offline, and we all now that won't happen anytime soon."

Strength: 7
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 9
Tech Skill: 6
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 5
Fire Power: 9
Courage: 9
7
Endurance: 9

Profile: Despite being a small, bubble gum pink femme; BubbleGum is one of the most important of Cybertron history. Created before Megatron and Orion Pax were even thought of, BubbleGum is the oldest LIVING Cybertronian in existance. Her stealth is helped by her inability to speak after a tragic accident during Cybertron's fall.

Abilities: Since she is unable to speak, her silence is usually used in stealth required missions. Her size and gummy color usually draw attention off her as they believe her threat is minor, and being a true intelligent bot, she uses this to her abilities at any chance she obtains.

Weaknesses:Although very helpful for stealth, the inability to speak makes alerts or coms (voice required communication)nearly impossible. Despite the screen mounted on her chest that shows what she says, if trying to tell someone something or send an alert, B.G is helpless. Due to her age, her spark is connected to her frame in a sense; thus, her spark cannot be removed form her frame, or she will offline. Her looks may be deceiving,but when her name comes out, BubbleGum becomes the main target, all want the Warden's secrets and tales; then they want her offline.

Sample Post:
Walking through base, alone of course, always made BubbleGum uneasy. This was the third time Megatron had gone after her, just the thought of him made her shiver. Why? Why was she fearing him? She never feared him, or anyone else! Maybe it was because he almost had her? No, he almost had her plenty of times....Maybe it was because of the damage he did? NO, she'd "died" three times already and- wait... That was it! He KNEW who she was!! Or had been, he KNEW her!
Like a gust of wind, memories ebbed their way into her mind. BrightLight, her first form; a simple clean up bot who met a mech that changed everything... Escaleen; her next form taken after she crashed the Quintison ship to save the autobot cause...Joined with the decepticons, caring for no one, planning to jump sides with every new form... Tailblaizer; the form after Escalleen's death against Omega Supreme, warden for the autobots, and a mentor of Sideswipe and Sunstreker. BubbleGum...her form at the moment, received after making the fatal mistake of passing over the con Shockwave...
Shockwave... BubbleGum's hand met her chest screen; hurt ebbing into her spark. She'd seen him, she'd seen him there, but...she just couldn't...she couldn't do it...couldn't take him down, and she'd paid the ultimate price: any chance of truly SPEAKING again. She was the only one who'd let it go, never held a grudge against him...and only SHE knew that when she passed over him, it wasn't a mistake, she never made mistakes. As the pastel colors of morning cascaded into the sky, B.G stepped outside.
~Okay Megatron...~ the words typed across her screen soundlessly, ~You know who I am...~
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Mon Aug 20, 2012 12:30 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Starblaizer wrote:Name: BubbleGum
Allegiance: Autobothttp://www.seibertron.com/energo ... 0&t=44548#
Function: Warden/warrior
Alt. mode: Chrysler Volt
Height: 15ft. 10in.
Quote: "I'll give up when I'm offline, and we all now that won't happen anytime soon."

Strength: 7
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 9
Tech Skill: 6
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 5
Fire Power: 9
Courage: 9
7
Endurance: 9

Profile: Despite being a small, bubble gum pink femme; BubbleGum is one of the most important of Cybertron history. Created before Megatron and Orion Pax were even thought of, BubbleGum is the oldest LIVING Cybertronian in existance. Her stealth is helped by her inability to speak after a tragic accident during Cybertron's fall.

Abilities: Since she is unable to speak, her silence is usually used in stealth required missions. Her size and gummy color usually draw attention off her as they believe her threat is minor, and being a true intelligent bot, she uses this to her abilities at any chance she obtains.

Weaknesses:Although very helpful for stealth, the inability to speak makes alerts or coms (voice required communication)nearly impossible. Despite the screen mounted on her chest that shows what she says, if trying to tell someone something or send an alert, B.G is helpless. Due to her age, her spark is connected to her frame in a sense; thus, her spark cannot be removed form her frame, or she will offline. Her looks may be deceiving,but when her name comes out, BubbleGum becomes the main target, all want the Warden's secrets and tales; then they want her offline.

Sample Post:
Walking through base, alone of course, always made BubbleGum uneasy. This was the third time Megatron had gone after her, just the thought of him made her shiver. Why? Why was she fearing him? She never feared him, or anyone else! Maybe it was because he almost had her? No, he almost had her plenty of times....Maybe it was because of the damage he did? NO, she'd "died" three times already and- wait... That was it! He KNEW who she was!! Or had been, he KNEW her!
Like a gust of wind, memories ebbed their way into her mind. BrightLight, her first form; a simple clean up bot who met a mech that changed everything... Escaleen; her next form taken after she crashed the Quintison ship to save the autobot cause...Joined with the decepticons, caring for no one, planning to jump sides with every new form... Tailblaizer; the form after Escalleen's death against Omega Supreme, warden for the autobots, and a mentor of Sideswipe and Sunstreker. BubbleGum...her form at the moment, received after making the fatal mistake of passing over the con Shockwave...
Shockwave... BubbleGum's hand met her chest screen; hurt ebbing into her spark. She'd seen him, she'd seen him there, but...she just couldn't...she couldn't do it...couldn't take him down, and she'd paid the ultimate price: any chance of truly SPEAKING again. She was the only one who'd let it go, never held a grudge against him...and only SHE knew that when she passed over him, it wasn't a mistake, she never made mistakes. As the pastel colors of morning cascaded into the sky, B.G stepped outside.
~Okay Megatron...~ the words typed across her screen soundlessly, ~You know who I am...~


Starting at the top...the name is a no go.
Can't have two functions
For a full size car she's only the size of a minibot you've also missed her height in meters
Melee is missing in the stat list and once it's added you'll be over your 70 point stat allotment anyway.
You cannot mention any other characters in your profile unless you are given permission by their players...even if the characters are canon.

Unfortunately this character has an ample amount of problems and therefore I cannot approve it.

Denied.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby BubbleGum:Unlimited » Mon Aug 20, 2012 2:24 pm

Motto: "I'll give up, when I'm off-lined!"
Weapon: Neutron Rifle
I sent in a character application...when will I get any info on wether or not I can use her??
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Mon Aug 20, 2012 2:28 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
BubbleGum:Unlimited wrote:I sent in a character application...when will I get any info on wether or not I can use her??


The character application was denied. Refer to the quote in the post above.
Also,please, no posts in this forum other than applications. Questions can be posted in the Chatterbox.

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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby BubbleGum:Unlimited » Mon Aug 20, 2012 5:41 pm

Motto: "I'll give up, when I'm off-lined!"
Weapon: Neutron Rifle
Name: Raizai
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: warrior/messenger
Alt. Mode: jaguar
Weapons: Claws, Neutron Assault Rifle, Battle Axe
Height: 14ft. 4.27m
Quote: "Trust must be EARNED. It is not just given."

Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 3
Endurance: 4
Courage: 3
Fire Power: 5
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 9
Tech Skill: 2
Charisma: 5

Profile: Taken by the cons at a vulnerable stage; Raizai is very cautious and easily startled, at least, at first. This Femme will make you earn her trust, one way or another. You want to be on her good-side, because if you get into a hand-to-hand combat battle with this, although young, strong femme, you are sure to leave with damage.

Abilities: GREAT at hand-to-hand combat, her claws ensure that the enemy will not leave in perfect condition. Her slender body easily slips into small cracks and openings that are too small for others.

Weaknesses: Easily mislead by lies. Her optics glow of an unusual pink, making her shadowy hiding spots practically alert anyone that she is there. Not a fast runner, armor weighs her down and tires her out quickly.

Sample Post:
Her feet clumsily scrambled, she had to go, and to go NOW! She could hear the snarling and growling, the snapping of sticks and branches that scattered the ground. She was to slow, but transforming into her jaguar form might confuse an autobot. She was option-less, where was she to turn? Who could she trust? No one, no one could be trusted; why? Because no one ever saved her, no one even tried!!
She skid to a stop. No one KNEW her, that was why she wasn't saved, no one was aware of her existance... She was taken so early... Only one bot had known her; her gentle grip on the axe in her left hand increased into a violent one. That bot was gone... Sometime she began dashing again, she didn't know when, those moments had just slipped by like a blurr. How long HAD she been running? The growls behind her made her pace quicken, her breath came out in short, sharp gasps.
"Stay...Alive...Stay...Alive..." The axe was now pressed tightly against her small chest; she wasn't ready for the 'well of all-sparks' so to speak. Running for her life only made it harder for her to concentrate; she was weakening, slowing, loosing her will to keep going. Even her terror couldn't keep her going any longer. Then, as though by some saving grace, a crack was showing out of a cliff side. Not big enough for a Predacon, but just big enough for a Raizai! Without hesitation, she dived for the crack; she'd just scrambled to her feet and pressed her back up against the wall, when the feet stampeded into the area, this was it; the time where she was either going to get off-lined... or she would live, and finally see freedom. She closed her optics, her breath caught up in her throat. This, was her trial.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Big@$$Robot » Sat Aug 25, 2012 7:07 pm

I want to try this. I don't know if this will be acceptable because of the style this one is, also the originality. This is not based on the Generation 1 or... any line of transformers. This fanmade one is generally closest to either animated or movie series.

Name: Avalanche
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Light warrior
Alt. mode: Chevrolet Avalanche
Weapons: Dual arm blades
Special Abilities: Low fuel consumption
Height: 25 feet/ 7.62 meters
Quote: “Survive to adapt, adapt to survive."

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

Profile: Parting from her home world, Cybertron, Avalanche makes do with life on Earth. Her shape, thin, doesn't really help her strength much, only able to lift small cars. She is descent for a truck 'former, an average 25'. Her vehicle mode is a white 2010 Chevrolet Avalanche to suit her name perfectly.
She is drawn with the simplicity of an Animated character mixed with the realistic armor from the movie trilogy.

Abilities: Her choice of a very fuel efficient vehicle mode also is beneficial for a prolonged trip. She can clear a trip from New York to Alabama and back without stopping. Her top speed is 250 mph without traffic.

Weaknesses: Her rank as Light Warrior makes her lack better weapons. She is only equipped with dual arm blades, grenades,and a pistol. Being thin also hampers her strength, being able to lift 300 pounds or less.

Sample post:
Arizona
5:30 P.M.
A road lies in the most desolate area of Arizona. Then a white truck streaks by. Close up of the tailgate shows a silver :BOT: as the truck speeds by. There's an armadillo in the road. The truck screeches to a stop and transforms. The thin robot scoots the creature across the road with a smile. She transforms back into a Chevrolet Avalanche and darts off again. One destination in mind... California.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Devastron » Sun Aug 26, 2012 11:10 am

Weapon: Energo-Sword
BubbleGum:Unlimited wrote:Name: Raizai
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: warrior/messenger
Alt. Mode: jaguar
Weapons: Claws, Neutron Assault Rifle, Battle Axe
Height: 14ft. 4.27m
Quote: "Trust must be EARNED. It is not just given."

Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 3
Endurance: 4
Courage: 3
Fire Power: 5
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 9
Tech Skill: 2
Charisma: 5

Profile: Taken by the cons at a vulnerable stage; Raizai is very cautious and easily startled, at least, at first. This Femme will make you earn her trust, one way or another. You want to be on her good-side, because if you get into a hand-to-hand combat battle with this, although young, strong femme, you are sure to leave with damage.

Abilities: GREAT at hand-to-hand combat, her claws ensure that the enemy will not leave in perfect condition. Her slender body easily slips into small cracks and openings that are too small for others.

Weaknesses: Easily mislead by lies. Her optics glow of an unusual pink, making her shadowy hiding spots practically alert anyone that she is there. Not a fast runner, armor weighs her down and tires her out quickly.

Sample Post:
Her feet clumsily scrambled, she had to go, and to go NOW! She could hear the snarling and growling, the snapping of sticks and branches that scattered the ground. She was to slow, but transforming into her jaguar form might confuse an autobot. She was option-less, where was she to turn? Who could she trust? No one, no one could be trusted; why? Because no one ever saved her, no one even tried!!
She skid to a stop. No one KNEW her, that was why she wasn't saved, no one was aware of her existance... She was taken so early... Only one bot had known her; her gentle grip on the axe in her left hand increased into a violent one. That bot was gone... Sometime she began dashing again, she didn't know when, those moments had just slipped by like a blurr. How long HAD she been running? The growls behind her made her pace quicken, her breath came out in short, sharp gasps.
"Stay...Alive...Stay...Alive..." The axe was now pressed tightly against her small chest; she wasn't ready for the 'well of all-sparks' so to speak. Running for her life only made it harder for her to concentrate; she was weakening, slowing, loosing her will to keep going. Even her terror couldn't keep her going any longer. Then, as though by some saving grace, a crack was showing out of a cliff side. Not big enough for a Predacon, but just big enough for a Raizai! Without hesitation, she dived for the crack; she'd just scrambled to her feet and pressed her back up against the wall, when the feet stampeded into the area, this was it; the time where she was either going to get off-lined... or she would live, and finally see freedom. She closed her optics, her breath caught up in her throat. This, was her trial.


We really need more then this before this app can be approved. We look for at least a paragraph in each of the profile and abilities section. You could fill out these sections with details about her history and personality. The abilities section could use more information on her abilities and weapons. A physical description of her would also be useful, in addition to the rest. While her stats are acceptable I would point out that they make her a very ineffective warrior. While a high melee score is nice it is pretty much cancelled out by her lack of strength and slow speed and only average dexterity. In a battle she wouldn't last along against even below average opponents. I would recommend picking just one function and focusing the character and her stats on that. I think you would have more fun playing an effective character who is at least good at what he or she does.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Devastron » Sun Aug 26, 2012 11:14 am

Weapon: Energo-Sword
Big@$$Robot wrote:I want to try this. I don't know if this will be acceptable because of the style this one is, also the originality. This is not based on the Generation 1 or... any line of transformers. This fanmade one is generally closest to either animated or movie series.

Name: Avalanche
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Light warrior
Alt. mode: Chevrolet Avalanche
Weapons: Dual arm blades
Special Abilities: Low fuel consumption
Height: 25 feet/ 7.62 meters
Quote: “Survive to adapt, adapt to survive."

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

Profile: Parting from her home world, Cybertron, Avalanche makes do with life on Earth. Her shape, thin, doesn't really help her strength much, only able to lift small cars. She is descent for a truck 'former, an average 25'. Her vehicle mode is a white 2010 Chevrolet Avalanche to suit her name perfectly.
She is drawn with the simplicity of an Animated character mixed with the realistic armor from the movie trilogy.

Abilities: Her choice of a very fuel efficient vehicle mode also is beneficial for a prolonged trip. She can clear a trip from New York to Alabama and back without stopping. Her top speed is 250 mph without traffic.

Weaknesses: Her rank as Light Warrior makes her lack better weapons. She is only equipped with dual arm blades, grenades,and a pistol. Being thin also hampers her strength, being able to lift 300 pounds or less.

Sample post:
Arizona
5:30 P.M.
A road lies in the most desolate area of Arizona. Then a white truck streaks by. Close up of the tailgate shows a silver :BOT: as the truck speeds by. There's an armadillo in the road. The truck screeches to a stop and transforms. The thin robot scoots the creature across the road with a smile. She transforms back into a Chevrolet Avalanche and darts off again. One destination in mind... California.


This profile needs some filling out. Describing her history and personality would help, along with more details on what she can do. A more specific physical description would help as well. The sample post needs work too, as we are looking for what your character is thinking about and doing so we can get a better grasp of your writing and your character.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Big@$$Robot » Thu Aug 30, 2012 8:26 am

Devastron wrote:
Big@$$Robot wrote:I want to try this. I don't know if this will be acceptable because of the style this one is, also the originality. This is not based on the Generation 1 or... any line of transformers. This fanmade one is generally closest to either animated or movie series.

Name: Avalanche
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Light warrior
Alt. mode: Chevrolet Avalanche
Weapons: Dual arm blades
Special Abilities: Low fuel consumption
Height: 25 feet/ 7.62 meters
Quote: “Survive to adapt, adapt to survive."

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

Profile: Parting from her home world, Cybertron, Avalanche makes do with life on Earth. Her shape, thin, doesn't really help her strength much, only able to lift small cars. She is descent for a truck 'former, an average 25'. Her vehicle mode is a white 2010 Chevrolet Avalanche to suit her name perfectly.
She is drawn with the simplicity of an Animated character mixed with the realistic armor from the movie trilogy.

Abilities: Her choice of a very fuel efficient vehicle mode also is beneficial for a prolonged trip. She can clear a trip from New York to Alabama and back without stopping. Her top speed is 250 mph without traffic.

Weaknesses: Her rank as Light Warrior makes her lack better weapons. She is only equipped with dual arm blades, grenades,and a pistol. Being thin also hampers her strength, being able to lift 300 pounds or less.

Sample post:
Arizona
5:30 P.M.
A road lies in the most desolate area of Arizona. Then a white truck streaks by. Close up of the tailgate shows a silver :BOT: as the truck speeds by. There's an armadillo in the road. The truck screeches to a stop and transforms. The thin robot scoots the creature across the road with a smile. She transforms back into a Chevrolet Avalanche and darts off again. One destination in mind... California.


This profile needs some filling out. Describing her history and personality would help, along with more details on what she can do. A more specific physical description would help as well. The sample post needs work too, as we are looking for what your character is thinking about and doing so we can get a better grasp of your writing and your character.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Farwalker » Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:15 am

It's been awhile since I played this character on any site, so I've had to revamp a couple of things on her.

Name: Fang
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Wolf
Weapons: Energon whip in robot form, teeth/claws and shoulder guns in alternate mode
Special Abilities: Similar to the Autobot Hound, Fang is able to track others either in robot or alt. mode.
Height: 24 feet, 7.3 meters
Quote: What are you doesn't define who you are.'

STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Originally a Neutral, Fang was 'drafted' into the Decepticon army when a raiding party came upon her family unit when she was a youngling. While most were either terminated or sent off as slaves, Fang's age changed her fate. Deemed young enough to be taught complete loyalty to the Decepticon cause but old enough to fight, Fang was taken for training. That proved to be a dark time in Fang's life. As Neutrals as poorly viewed by both sides, she came to bear the brunt of her peers' frustration and anger. Many times Fang was left barely able to move, let alone fight.

Fang was greatly affected by this in time. She learned to fight back, but also became withdrawn and eventually came to personify the Earth term lone wolf. It's safe to say that Fang doesn't play well with others anymore and will readily tear into anyone who pushes her enough. Only when directly ordered to will she actually work with the other Decepticons. Otherwise she will keep her distance whenever possible.

Abilities: As a fighter, Fang prefers to get up close and personal with her opponent. For this reason, she will most often go into battle in her alt mode. In this form, she is better able to track her target and to go undetected by anyone looking for ariel attacks. This gives her more time to formulate a plan of attack. Her teeth and claws can easily tear through common armor, sometimes right down to the vital wiring if she chooses the right location. If that doesn't work, she will use her shoulder guns to pick off any targets within a 400 yard radius. When charging a target, Fang can reach a maximum speed of 82 mph. If she attacks in robot mode, she will use her energon whip. This is generally stored within her right wrist and can be pulled out via her right palm. The charge and length can vary depending on how much of an output Fang allows. Maximum charge is enough to melt through all but the thickest armor and maximum length can be 42 feet.

Weaknesses: Fang is extremely claustrophobic and will refuse to enter enclosed areas unless forced. If she is forced into a small space, she will use whatever means to escape being cornered in such a fashion. This is the only time when she will openly panic and it is at this point that she can be her most dangerous.

Sample Post:

Nemesis, after battle

She didn't a logic-based CPU like Soundwave to tell that this was going to get nasty in the next few Earth moments. Just one look at the scowling expressions and burnt scent of singed, open circuitry was enough to tell her that. Once again their quest for energon had ended poorly thanks the efforts of the Autobots and it had cost their forces in dearly in the process. Not only had they lost vaulable time and resources, but now more of their dwindling reserves would be needed to repair the wounded.

That wasn't the only thing that was dwindling at this point. Whatever control or patience the other Decepticons had beforehand was long gone by this point. Tension was high and getting worse as the other Decepticons continued to file in. Most were able to make it in under their own power. A few however, such as Skywarp and two of the Constructions, only managed to make it to the doorframe before collapsing. They were brought in the rest of the way by the few who bothered to stop long enough to drag them the rest of the way.

"Get your aft over here and help!" Bonecrusher snarled at her as he and Hook struggled to move Scrapper.

Fang regarded them briefly. She was really under no obligation to help them. Comrades they were supposed to be, but as the newcomer here she had reason to be wary. While there were certain tendancies that were shared by all Decepticons, that didn't take into account the personal quirks that each robot had. Those she still had to work out before she dealt with this bunch on a semi-regular basis.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Devastron » Tue Sep 04, 2012 7:44 pm

Weapon: Energo-Sword
Farwalker wrote:It's been awhile since I played this character on any site, so I've had to revamp a couple of things on her.

Name: Fang
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Wolf
Weapons: Energon whip in robot form, teeth/claws and shoulder guns in alternate mode
Special Abilities: Similar to the Autobot Hound, Fang is able to track others either in robot or alt. mode.
Height: 24 feet, 7.3 meters
Quote: What are you doesn't define who you are.'

STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Originally a Neutral, Fang was 'drafted' into the Decepticon army when a raiding party came upon her family unit when she was a youngling. While most were either terminated or sent off as slaves, Fang's age changed her fate. Deemed young enough to be taught complete loyalty to the Decepticon cause but old enough to fight, Fang was taken for training. That proved to be a dark time in Fang's life. As Neutrals as poorly viewed by both sides, she came to bear the brunt of her peers' frustration and anger. Many times Fang was left barely able to move, let alone fight.

Fang was greatly affected by this in time. She learned to fight back, but also became withdrawn and eventually came to personify the Earth term lone wolf. It's safe to say that Fang doesn't play well with others anymore and will readily tear into anyone who pushes her enough. Only when directly ordered to will she actually work with the other Decepticons. Otherwise she will keep her distance whenever possible.

Abilities: As a fighter, Fang prefers to get up close and personal with her opponent. For this reason, she will most often go into battle in her alt mode. In this form, she is better able to track her target and to go undetected by anyone looking for ariel attacks. This gives her more time to formulate a plan of attack. Her teeth and claws can easily tear through common armor, sometimes right down to the vital wiring if she chooses the right location. If that doesn't work, she will use her shoulder guns to pick off any targets within a 400 yard radius. When charging a target, Fang can reach a maximum speed of 82 mph. If she attacks in robot mode, she will use her energon whip. This is generally stored within her right wrist and can be pulled out via her right palm. The charge and length can vary depending on how much of an output Fang allows. Maximum charge is enough to melt through all but the thickest armor and maximum length can be 42 feet.

Weaknesses: Fang is extremely claustrophobic and will refuse to enter enclosed areas unless forced. If she is forced into a small space, she will use whatever means to escape being cornered in such a fashion. This is the only time when she will openly panic and it is at this point that she can be her most dangerous.

Sample Post:

Nemesis, after battle

She didn't a logic-based CPU like Soundwave to tell that this was going to get nasty in the next few Earth moments. Just one look at the scowling expressions and burnt scent of singed, open circuitry was enough to tell her that. Once again their quest for energon had ended poorly thanks the efforts of the Autobots and it had cost their forces in dearly in the process. Not only had they lost vaulable time and resources, but now more of their dwindling reserves would be needed to repair the wounded.

That wasn't the only thing that was dwindling at this point. Whatever control or patience the other Decepticons had beforehand was long gone by this point. Tension was high and getting worse as the other Decepticons continued to file in. Most were able to make it in under their own power. A few however, such as Skywarp and two of the Constructions, only managed to make it to the doorframe before collapsing. They were brought in the rest of the way by the few who bothered to stop long enough to drag them the rest of the way.

"Get your aft over here and help!" Bonecrusher snarled at her as he and Hook struggled to move Scrapper.

Fang regarded them briefly. She was really under no obligation to help them. Comrades they were supposed to be, but as the newcomer here she had reason to be wary. While there were certain tendancies that were shared by all Decepticons, that didn't take into account the personal quirks that each robot had. Those she still had to work out before she dealt with this bunch on a semi-regular basis.


I think this app will need a bit of work. Transformers don't really have family units, it might be better to refer to a group of friends, although changing up the history more then that might be a good idea. Its generally not advisable to play loner types, especially as your first character. It makes it difficult to get into the RP. Some more information about her personality would help as well. While the stats are acceptable you still have points that you can use to bump up some of those abilities if you want.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Farwalker » Tue Sep 04, 2012 9:03 pm

Understood and the necessary changes have been made. I decided to go with some of Fang's more original history than before. It wasn't included before since I wasn't sure if it would be relevant.

Name: Fang
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Wolf
Weapons: Energon whip in robot form, teeth/claws and shoulder guns in alternate mode
Special Abilities: Similar to the Autobot Hound, Fang is able to track others either in robot or alt. mode.
Height: 24 feet, 7.3 meters
Quote: 'What are you doesn't define who you are.'

STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 5
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Originally a Neutral, Fang was 'drafted' into the Decepticon army when as a youngling. Before that, she had been travelling with other Neutrals and deserters from both sides of the war. They had no set destination and mainly travelled between the ruined cities in search of energon. There were few close ties between the group members and they mostly stuck together for protection. One of the few that Fang stuck close to was an old Autobot by the name of Wind Bandit. He was a mentor to the younger Transformer, teaching her how to fight and laying the foundation for many of the views that she would hold later in life.

Their time together was cut short when a Decepticon raiding party happened upon the group. Many, including Wind Bandit, were destroyed and the few survivors were either destined for the energon mines or to join the Decepticon army. Fang was among the latter, as her age and how quickly she had responded in battle made her a more desirable candidate. Fang didn't make things easy though, for either herself or the Commander that she trained under. For a time she made as much trouble as she possibly could and even attempted to run away once. Each time, her efforts only ended in punishment and failure.

Eventually Fang gave into the training and took up the Decepticon cause. She will fight as any warrior will and go where she is ordered, but she fights under her own terms. Wind Bandit's lessons were not lost and Fang adopted his views as her own. She will not attack someone who is dying or too young to defend themselves, such as with organic children. There is no honor in taking on the helpless and for her, it takes away the thrill of the battle. For any who consider this a weakness, Fang is more than willing to show them what she is truly capable of.

Abilities: As a fighter, Fang prefers to get up close and personal with her opponent. For this reason, she will most often go into battle in her alt mode. In this form, she is better able to track her target and to go undetected by anyone looking for ariel attacks. This gives her more time to formulate a plan of attack. Her teeth and claws can easily tear through common armor, sometimes right down to the vital wiring if she chooses the right location. If that doesn't work, she will use her shoulder guns to pick off any targets within a 400 yard radius. When charging a target, Fang can reach a maximum speed of 82 mph. If she attacks in robot mode, she will use her energon whip. This is generally stored within her right wrist and can be pulled out via her right palm. The charge and length can vary depending on how much of an output Fang allows. Maximum charge is enough to melt through all but the thickest armor and maximum length can be 42 feet. The danger of setting the charge to this level is that it can cause an intense backlash if not handled properly.

Weaknesses: Fang is extremely claustrophobic and will refuse to enter enclosed areas unless forced. If she is forced into a small space, she will use whatever means to escape being cornered in such a fashion. This is the only time when she will openly panic and it is at this point that she can be her most dangerous.

Sample Post:

Nemesis, after battle

She didn't a logic-based CPU like Soundwave to tell that this was going to get nasty in the next few Earth moments. Just one look at the scowling expressions and burnt scent of singed, open circuitry was enough to tell her that. Once again their quest for energon had ended poorly thanks the efforts of the Autobots and it had cost their forces in dearly in the process. Not only had they lost vaulable time and resources, but now more of their dwindling reserves would be needed to repair the wounded.

That wasn't the only thing that was dwindling at this point. Whatever control or patience the other Decepticons had beforehand was long gone by this point. Tension was high and getting worse as the other Decepticons continued to file in. Most were able to make it in under their own power. A few however, such as Skywarp and two of the Constructions, only managed to make it to the doorframe before collapsing. They were brought in the rest of the way by the few who bothered to stop long enough to drag them the rest of the way.

"Get your aft over here and help!" Bonecrusher snarled at her as he and Hook struggled to move Scrapper.

Fang regarded them briefly. She was really under no obligation to help them. Comrades they were supposed to be, but as the newcomer here she had reason to be wary. While there were certain tendancies that were shared by all Decepticons, that didn't take into account the personal quirks that each robot had. Those she still had to work out before she dealt with this bunch on a semi-regular basis.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby The Grim King » Thu Sep 06, 2012 3:21 am

Motto: "Battle Not going well, More force needed"
Weapon: Energo-Sword
Name of your character Wrex

Allegiance:Autobot
Sub-group: N/A
Function:Prototype Advanced Destruction Warrior
Alternate Modes:Mechanized T-Rex
Weapons:Energo Sword, Energo Shield
Special Abilities: Flamethrower (alt mode only), Limited Invisibility cloak
Height: 32 ft (36 ft*)
Quote: “I will finish my mission at all costs."


Strength:9
Intelligence:4
Dexterity:4
Speed:4
Endurance:8
Courage:8
Firepower:5
Accuracy:6
Melee:8
Tech Skill:2
Charisma:6
Rank:

( * Denotes pending moderator approval)


Appearance: Wrex was never the most colorful of autobots colored in simple gun metal grey’s and blacks. Even in his altered state his colors remain unchanged with the exception of the glowing red light emitters riddling his body which seem to grow brighter with his rage like his visor, he does not posses a mouth like most bots but a battleplate where his mouth should be with slits for vents which seem to emit smoke from overheating.

Profile: Not much is known of the young eager transformer who became known as Wrex believing in proving his worth and equality for all cybertronians, Wrex joined the Autobots without hesitation and would often try to get assigned to missions where combat was most heavy. It is unclear why but rather then idolizing the autobot’s fearless leader Optimus Prime, the fearless young transformer took more interest in the often reckless actions of the leader of the Lightning Strike Coalition which would later be known as the Dinobots; Grimlock.

Being one of the few Transformers to remain on cybertron and aware of the return of the Decepticons mad scientist shockwave. Wrex took it upon himself to remove the dangerous and powerful Decepticon, unfortunately his mission did not go as planned, although his infiltration seemed to be going well with a stolen decepticon prototype invisibility cloak Shockwave was aware of the young autobots infiltration and intentions and decided to take the opportunity to experiment with the young autobot and turn him into a weapon to unleash upon his own allies the autobots.

Abilities: Wrex abilities before his modifications were limited to his weapons and his tenacity, but remodeled he posses a powerful energo sword and energo shield that fits his close combat melee style, in his alternate mechanized t-rex form he possesses a formidable flamethrower, razor sharp teeth, and tough armored hide. Perhaps to torture the young autobot or his allies shockwave fitted him with the prototype invisibility cloak which would only work in short bursts. But the cruelest of shockwave’s modifactions and perhaps most painful was his adjustment of Wrex neural pathways and diverting more power to combat leaving more of his higher speech functions vastly limited but increasing his power and damage.

Weaknesses: Wrex greatest weakness was his eagerness to prove his worth, leading to his capture and torture. With his youthful enthusiasm stomped out from pain and decepticon cruelty, it was replaced with blind rage and fury with his reduced logic capacity makes the newly modified volatile to handle. But the young autobots greatest weakness is most likely his reluctance to transform, although it offers him more power and the ability to do more damage due to the forced remodeling the transformation itself is very painful on the young transformer.

Sample Post: Nothing reached his audio servo’s but the sound of electricity traveling through the walls and floor to his bindings, holding him in place. Wrex thoughts couldn’t form the proper plan to try and escape; it caused him pain like thinking was hard. He could feel the rage building and he tugged on his bindings only to be hit by a powerful charge causing the young broken autobot to cry out in pain. He thought he understand pain before, anger before, rage before…the need for revenge. He felt foolish, like the young child he’d been this was war…he choose his side, and he made a mistake this pain was the price for the pain. But it wasn’t enough as the red visor that was his vision lit dimly in the dark he swore saying one word "…Shock…wave…" his auditory circuits mixed with a grow like tone he didn’t recognize as his own his rage rising more, he would escape he couldn’t figure out how or when, but he would…and then he would destroy every decepticon in his path.

Wrex didn’t know how long it had been, how many mega-cycles, deca-cycles, stellar cycles, meta-cycles. He had trouble thinking counting…it didn’t really matter what mattered was the decepticons cleaning his prison. He needed to remain calm, to try and think…but thinking was hard watching was easier. Waiting for a chance, an opening, a mistake; mega-cycle after mega-cycle he watched this prison cell that held him. Listened to the electricity surge and keep him bound but if he was going to escape he had to decide to wait…or let the anger explode. The decepticons taunted him; everyday mocked the young autobot, talking about how shockwave must have truly messed him up. He felt it boil and burn in his circuits the light emitters glowing faintly, he held it in waiting as the decepticon approached him closer, too close…but they’d grown comfortable with their prisoner…too comfortable. “How’s it feel to know after shockwave’s done messing with your spark, he’ll turn you lose on those autobots you idolized so much?" Wrex visor turned bright red and he tugged at the shackle grabbing the decepticon by his head “Won’t change…more!"

Wrex threw the decepticon at the control console, the one he knew controlled his shackles “He’s free!" shouted one of the remaining decepticon’s. The destroyed console sparked and the lights flickered and Wrex had vanished the decepticons panicked pulling their weapons “The experiment’s loose! Hit the alarm” Only one ran for the alarm, they were panicking forgetting the room was sealed, forgetting the cloak. Wrex’ energo sword formed and is was forced through the torso of the decepticon going for the alarm moments before the cloak faded and he became visible “Useful…" Wrex growled tossing the non-functioning decepticon across the ground before destroying the alarm with his sword. His glowing red gaze turned to the remaining decepticons in the room “pay…back” before they could fire Wrex formed his energo shield on his left formarm. The decepticons fired frantically as he charged them pressing one to the wall with his shield, and decapitating the one to his immediate right with his energo sword. Wrex smashed his shield against the pressed decepticon again, and again his visor glowing brighter until he realized it had ceased function. His shield and sword collapsed back into his body as he walked toward the cell door. His light emitters glowed brighter as he punched and ripped the doors open, his gaze staring down the corridor “shockwave…I…Coming” Wrex’ form vanished as he activated the cloak walking down the corridor.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Fri Sep 07, 2012 5:36 pm

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
The Grim King wrote:Name of your character Wrex

Allegiance:Autobot
Sub-group:(Dinobots*)
Function:Prototype Advanced Destruction Warrior
Alternate Modes:Mechanized T-Rex
Weapons:Energo Sword, Energo Shield
Special Abilities: Flamethrower (alt mode only), Limited Invisibility cloak
Height: 32 ft (36 ft*)
Quote: “I will finish my mission at all costs."


Strength:9
Intelligence:5
Dexterity:4
Speed:6-7
Endurance:9
Courage:10
Firepower:7
Accuracy:8
Melee:8 (*10)
Tech Skill:4
Charisma:8
Rank:

( * Denotes pending moderator approval)


Appearance: Wrex was never the most colorful of autobots colored in simple gun metal grey’s and blacks. Even in his altered state his colors remain unchanged with the exception of the glowing red light emitters riddling his body which seem to grow brighter with his rage like his visor, he does not posses a mouth like most bots but a battleplate where his mouth should be with slits for vents which seem to emit smoke from overheating.

Profile: Not much is known of the young eager transformer who became known as Wrex believing in proving his worth and equality for all cybertronians, Wrex joined the Autobots without hesitation and would often try to get assigned to missions where combat was most heavy. It is unclear why but rather then idolizing the autobot’s fearless leader Optimus Prime, the fearless young transformer took more interest in the often reckless leader of the Lightning Strike Coalition which would later be known as the Dinobots; Grimlock.

Being one of the few Transformers to remain on cybertron and aware of the blow the dinobots were dealt at the hands of the Decepticons mad scientist shockwave. Wrex took it upon himself to get payback upon Shockwave, unfortunately his mission did not go as planned, although his infiltration seemed to be going well with a stolen decepticon prototype invisibility cloak Shockwave was aware of the young autobots infiltration and intentions and decided to take the opportunity to experiment with the young autobot and turn him into a weapon to unleash upon his idolized dinobots.

Abilities: Wrex abilities before his modifications were limited to his weapons and his tenacity, but remodeled he posses a powerful energo sword and energo shield that fits his close combat melee style, in his alternate mechanized t-rex form he possesses a formidable flamethrower, razor sharp teeth, and tough armored hide. Perhaps to torture the young autobot or his allies shockwave fitted him with the prototype invisibility cloak which would only work in short bursts. But the cruelest of shockwave’s modifactions and perhaps most painful was his adjustment of Wrex neural pathways and diverting more power to combat leaving more of his higher speech functions vastly limited but increasing his power and damage.

Weaknesses: Wreks greatest weakness was his eagerness to prove his worth, leading to his capture and torture. With his youthful enthusiasm stomped out from pain and decepticon cruelty, it was replaced with blind rage and fury with his reduced logic copacity makes the new dinobot volatile to handle and order.

Sample Post: Nothing reached his audio servo’s but the sound of electricity traveling through the walls and floor to his bindings, holding him in place. Wrex thoughts couldn’t form the proper plan to try and escape; it caused him pain like thinking was hard. He could feel the rage building and he tugged on his bindings only to be hit by a powerful charge causing the young broken autobot to cry out in pain. He thought he understand pain before, anger before, rage before…the need for revenge. He felt foolish, like the young child he’d been this was war…he choose his side, and he made a mistake this pain was the price for the pain. But it wasn’t enough as the red visor that was his vision lit dimly in the dark he swore saying one word "…Shock…wave…" his auditory circuits mixed with a grow like tone he didn’t recognize as his own his rage rising more, he would escape he couldn’t figure out how or when, but he would…and then he would destroy every decepticon in his path.

Wrex didn’t know how long it had been, how many mega-cycles, deca-cycles, stellar cycles, meta-cycles. He had trouble thinking counting…it didn’t really matter what mattered was the decepticons cleaning his prison. He needed to remain calm, to try and think…but thinking was hard watching was easier. Waiting for a chance, an opening, a mistake; mega-cycle after mega-cycle he watched this prison cell that held him. Listened to the electricity surge and keep him bound but if he was going to escape he had to decide to wait…or let the anger explode. The decepticons taunted him; everyday mocked the young autobot, talking about how shockwave must have truly messed him up. He felt it boil and burn in his circuits the light emitters glowing faintly, he held it in waiting as the decepticon approached him closer, too close…but they’d grown comfortable with their prisoner…too comfortable. “How’s it feel to know after shockwave’s done messing with your spark, he’ll turn you lose on those autobots you idolized so much?" Wrex visor turned bright red and he tugged at the shackle grabbing the decepticon by his head “Won’t change…more!"

Wrex threw the decepticon at the control console, the one he knew controlled his shackles “He’s free!" shouted one of the remaining decepticon’s. The destroyed console sparked and the lights flickered and Wrex had vanished the decepticons panicked pulling their weapons “The experiment’s loose! Hit the alarm” Only one ran for the alarm, they were panicking forgetting the room was sealed, forgetting the cloak. Wrex’ energo sword formed and is was forced through the torso of the decepticon going for the alarm moments before the cloak faded and he became visible “Useful…" Wrex growled tossing the non-functioning decepticon across the ground before destroying the alarm with his sword. His glowing red gaze turned to the remaining decepticons in the room “pay…back” before they could fire Wrex formed his energo shield on his left formarm. The decepticons fired frantically as he charged them pressing one to the wall with his shield, and decapitating the one to his immediate right with his energo sword. Wrex smashed his shield against the pressed decepticon again, and again his visor glowing brighter until he realized it had ceased function. His shield and sword collapsed back into his body as he walked toward the cell door. His light emitters glowed brighter as he punched and ripped the doors open, his gaze staring down the corridor “shockwave…I…Coming” Wrex’ form vanished as he activated the cloak walking down the corridor.


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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Scalpel » Sat Sep 08, 2012 1:50 am

Motto: "It's not breaking in if you live there! - Me"
Weapon: Laser Rifle
I hope I'm doing this correctly and if I'm not then so sorry. It's two going on three here so I'm a little sleep-deprived at the moment. Please tell me if I've done something wrong. I won't be offended if you're not being offensive. I promise.

This is a fanmade character. I hope that she's acceptable.

Scalpel

Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group:
Function: Field Medic (can patch people up on the battlefield or keep them from dying long enough to get to someone more qualified)
Alternate Modes: Saturn Sky Red Line with turbo upgrade kit, Silver Graphite/Black paintjob
Weapons: Primary: sniper rifle Secondary: laser scalpel/stun gun
Special Abilities:
Height: 14.5 feet/4.4196 meters

Quote: “If I fight from a distance I don't have to hear and feel everything."


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


Profile: Scalpel would prefer to work quietly as a nurse and occassionally deal with serious cases. That of course is not an option in war and especially not for someone drafted for and trained as a field medic of all professions. She would also much prefer to be aligned with no cause in particular. However with the Decepticons having a policy of "join or die" Scalpel decided she'd much rather be an Autobot by choice than a 'Con by force. The 'Cons would tear a wallflower such as herself apart anyway and the Autobots are more in line with her own morals as they stand.

Some might consider Scalpel's telepathy a gift but it's more of a hindrance than a help. She can't turn the ability off, even in recharge and can often be found in recharge in out of the way places that others don't linger in in an attempt to get some rest. Scalpel can put up mental shields to help block out the mental voices of those around her and can even hold them up in recharge but suddenly waking up because the shields might happen to unexpectedly drop isn't fun. Even still she can sometimes hear the inner thoughts of her fellows although much like being in a loud area with a lot of people speaking at once it can become a background hum. Without her mental shielding she would feel the emotions, aches, and pains of those around her and even with them there are very faint echoes that don't do much more than irritate her. Too much of either will cause her discomfort so she values having distance and space from others.

Scalpel will sometimes answer telepathically instead of vocally and there are those that don't appreciate what they might consider an intrusion. She doesn't do this to offend but speaking to someone directly in such a way is so much more clear than attempting to explain herself aloud. The medic's got few interpersonal skills other than the basics. She can give a report in detail if necessary but as far as shooting the breeze she'd have more difficulty. Unintentionally listening to the thoughts of others is the secondary reason behind her seclusion as well. She'll also give monosyllabic answers to people followed by short sentences before actually having a conversation with those she likes. It's not that she's unfriendly but she's not used to being around people and so is socially awkward.

Humans are interesting to Scalpel if only because they run on electrical impulses just like Cybertronians but are so phsyiologically different from her people. She's had some modifications to allow her to mimic human expressions and sounds. Secretly she's quite proud of these expansions to herself as it makes conversing with the little creatures easier if she ever has to interact with them. She's also just happy that she can control something about herself in turbulent times. Scalpel has a retractable faceplate that she rarely puts away as it, along with the rest of her headpiece is designed to help tamp down on her telepathic abilities. She's built for speed, not strength so she won't be dragging especially heavy comrads off the battlefield. A few reinforced cavities in her legs and arms carry the tools of her trade. In a pinch she could use her laser scalpels and soldering iron as surprise weapons but she wouldn't go out of her way to find out of they could take down another Cybertronian.

Abilities: Telepathy - Limited to actively communicating with four others at once, otherwise she can function as a "radio" without interferance for up to nine people, only functions for up to 300 miles.

Mind reading - Limited to surface scans, and only works if she's concentrating hard on the individual and it works best if they're in the same room. Can be increased if she retracts her faceplate.

Mental Attacks - Limited to a psychic "sound" that stuns everyone around her withing a twenty foot radius but extended concentration on one individual could possibly knock them out.

Mental Defenses - With concentration she can layer a psychic shield on her mind so that she can bear to be around people but without that shielding she can't be around too many people at once because the thoughts overwhelm her and give her a screaming headache and sometimes knock her out. Battles can be a bit of a problem even with the shielding but only if she's in the thick of it so she usually tries to stay away from the frontlines. She can shield others from reading her thoughts and with a lot of concentration (she can't be moving under her own power) she can do the same for others.

Weaknesses: Emotion and thought control aren't some things many people are concerned with so more often than not it's too "loud" for Scalpel to be around large groups of people for too long. Because of this she spends most of her time away from others not. It's not something that she enjoys and battles can be especially tough for her to get through if she hasn't mentally prepared herself for the onslaught of carnage and pain that will be all over the place. She can be incapacitated by the pain of others if her telepathic shields drop or if they weaken without reinforcing. Reinforcing her mental shields must be done religiously every thirty hours, the longest time she's gone without renewing her shields is fourty-eight so although her endurance is average it is denied full usage because her shields fluctuate with the amount of energy she's got to spend on keeping her them up and herself and others alive.

Sample Post

Humans were interesting little creatures; they were very much like her own people in their ambitions and actions and emotions but still different. She could spend hours hidden in plain sight watching their interactions with one another from a distance and then return to base to see similarities among her bretheren. Not that she spent much time around other Cybertronians, the telepathy made that nearly impossible the majority of the time. It was a shame that her ability wasn't more controllable, the minds of those around her could be fascinating and every so often she could focus enough through the pressing masses and hear just that one person's psche. However that wasn't ethical, that was a blatant invasion of privacy and out of respect for her fellows she avoided doing this. That didn't stop her from wishing she could traverse the mental pathways of another - willing - being's mind.

'It would be fun,' she thought, 'to see the inside of another's mind of my own volition. It would be nice to see someone else's thought processes willingly.' Scalpel knew that would never happen and she fully understood why. Thoughts were supposed to be private unless spoken aloud. That's why they remained in one's head unspoken after all. With a faint smile hidden behind her protective faceplate Scalpel continued staring off into the far distance, not seeing anything and content with being lost in her own - her own! - thoughts for once. The spot she'd chosen for her necessary time to herself was what the inhabitants of the planet Earth would have called serene. For the most part it was though the dirt that occasionally drifted into uncomfortable spots was something she disliked.

Currently Scalpel was parked on the side of the road, looking for all the world like an abandoned vehicle. The holomatter projection of a young woman in gray and black clothing had appeared to have walked off and left her expensive ride for all and sundry to take advantage of. Of course if anyone did attempt theft or harm of what they thought was an unintelligent piece of machinary they would quickly find themselves in a "ghost car" and scrambling to get away. A tow truck had attempted to put what was called a boot on one of her tires once. The poor human hadn't appreciated the way a car without a driver had suddenly taken off.

'Honestly though! The Autobots are allies of the humans! You would think that they would recognize the chevron and leave any vehicles marked that way alone.'
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Foxfire13795 » Sat Sep 08, 2012 2:07 am

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

Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Communications
Alt. Mode: Lasonic Old School Style High Performance Portable Music System with Ipod Slot
Weapons: Electro Scrambler Gun
Height: 33ft / 10.07m
Quote: "When the music is rockin, I'm rollin."


Strength: 8
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 2
Endurance: 8
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 8
Charisma: 10
Rank: 7


Profile: Blaster likes to turn it up loud. That goes for the way he does everything: fighting, talking, playing- living! If Blaster is involved, he makes his presence known. He is in the forefront of any situation. But aside from the things he normally does in the course of being an Autobot, he has a special passion: Rock 'n' Roll. His ability to monitor radio transmissions has exposed him to many Earthen musical styles, all of which he finds interesting. But it is rock music- good, hard and loud- that really sparks his circuits. He'd much rather be lost in the sound of a searing guitar solo than fight Decepticons. However, when called upon he will do what he must for the Autobot cause, albeit reluctantly at times. As Blaster likes to point out, "I hate changing channels in mid-song."

Abilities: Blaster can assume the form of an ipod dock modeled after an old 80's style "boom box." He can send and receive radio signals on all frequencies, and can detect signals with power outputs as weak as a millionth of a watt. His ability to transmit radio signals up to 4000 miles makes him the communications center for the Autobots. In robot form he carries an electro-scrambler gun, which emits powerful waves of electromagnetic energy that disrupt the operations of all but the most heavily shielded electrical devices. In theory, the gun should interfere with the minute electrical impulses of the human nervous system, but Blaster has never used the gun on a human.

Blaster's holo-matter avatar is a (pardon the pun) dead-ringer for "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott. A mid-40's white male, with long, dark, curly hair, a beard, and many tattoos. Blaster simply couldn't resist the homage to a rocker that died before his time.

Weaknesses: Blaster's most obvious weakness is for rock 'n' roll. He will walk unwittingly into a trap for the promise of hearing some new tunes. Radio static has the effect of hampering his operation and even, if strong enough, knocking him out completely.

Sample Post:

"You got the touch!"

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Blaster nodded his head as he listened to the song, tapping out the beats with perfect precision. This particular song was an old favorite, a classic. It always put a spark in his circuits. He cranked up the song a few notches louder. The noise would've been deafening to anyone other than Blaster. Load was just how he rocked and rolled and he loved every astrosecond of it.

An incoming transmission interrupted the song, sparking some irritation in Blaster. He considered letting the transmission wait until the song finished playing. Shaking his head, Blaster switched frequencies and honed in on the transmission, pulling up the data for it on the main view screen. It was encrypted in a strange code. It puzzled Blaster for a moment. With a sudden revelation, Blaster snapped two digits and grinned triumphantly. He recognized it as an old encryption. He had assumed that the code had been decommissioned, seeing how it was slaggin’ ancient, but he guessed not. Blaster’s digits danced across the control panel, decrypting the communique. He wondered who in Primus’ name would send a transmission encrypted like this.

With that thought, Blaster slid an actuator over and began to trace the transmission back to its source, using a technique in triangulation. He soon finished both the decryption and the trace. Weird. The transmission was coming from deep space. Fortress Maximus? And incoming Autobot vessel? Anything was possible. His triangulation technique yielded broader answers than Blaster would’ve liked. He knew of the general sector. It seemed to originate around Maximus’ sector though.

Itching to get back to his music, Blaster played the beginning of the decrypted communique. Lo and behold, it was from Fortress Maximus. Something about…a requisition for supplies? Rather than listen to all of it, Blaster forwarded it to the commanding officers that it concerned. With that accomplished, Blaster was finally able to return to the radio frequencies of Earth.

“Finally!"

Or not…

Both Eject and Rewind were stationed at consoles adjacent to their guardian. Eject was doubtlessly listening to some sort of sports broadcast. Jumping up and down in excitement, the cassettebot cheered happily.

“Who’s it this time?" Blaster asked, smiling at his small friend’s antics.

“The Red Sox and the Yankees!"


“Who’re you pullin’ for this time?"

“The Sox! They finally brought out their clutch hitter after waiting until the bases were loaded. I would’ve brought him out sooner, but I-“

Eject paused in mid-sentence, his optics widening. He burst into a tumult of cacophonous cheers and cries of jubilation.

“He just hit a triple! Scrap that, Yankees! YEAH!"

Blaster couldn’t help but grin at the cassettebot’s enthusiasm. Truth be told, he barely understood the concepts of some human sports, but there were a few he had come to grow reasonably acquainted with such as baseball, football (some humans called it soccer), another football, and basketball. Blaster knew enough about to be able to tell that Eject was talking about baseball, but aside from that, he couldn’t tell anyone very much about it.

Blaster left Eject to the broadcast. He tuned back into the humans’ radio broadcasts. With some disappointment, Blaster discovered that his song had ended. Not that he was particularly surprised. He scanned some other stations. Oh yes. A wide grin spread across Blaster’s faceplate as he heard Darrell Abbott’s familiar loud and rockin’ guitar riffs and chords. He began tapping out the melody with a digit. Tap. Tap. Tap.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:55 am

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Scalpel wrote:I hope I'm doing this correctly and if I'm not then so sorry. It's two going on three here so I'm a little sleep-deprived at the moment. Please tell me if I've done something wrong. I won't be offended if you're not being offensive. I promise.

This is a fanmade character. I hope that she's acceptable.

Scalpel

Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group:
Function: Field Medic (can patch people up on the battlefield or keep them from dying long enough to get to someone more qualified)
Alternate Modes: Saturn Sky Red Line with turbo upgrade kit, Silver Graphite/Black paintjob
Weapons: Primary: sniper rifle Secondary: laser scalpel/stun gun
Special Abilities:
Height: 14.5 feet/4.4196 meters

Quote: “If I fight from a distance I don't have to hear and feel everything."


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


Profile: Scalpel would prefer to work quietly as a nurse and occassionally deal with serious cases. That of course is not an option in war and especially not for someone drafted for and trained as a field medic of all professions. She would also much prefer to be aligned with no cause in particular. However with the Decepticons having a policy of "join or die" Scalpel decided she'd much rather be an Autobot by choice than a 'Con by force. The 'Cons would tear a wallflower such as herself apart anyway and the Autobots are more in line with her own morals as they stand.

Some might consider Scalpel's telepathy a gift but it's more of a hindrance than a help. She can't turn the ability off, even in recharge and can often be found in recharge in out of the way places that others don't linger in in an attempt to get some rest. Scalpel can put up mental shields to help block out the mental voices of those around her and can even hold them up in recharge but suddenly waking up because the shields might happen to unexpectedly drop isn't fun. Even still she can sometimes hear the inner thoughts of her fellows although much like being in a loud area with a lot of people speaking at once it can become a background hum. Without her mental shielding she would feel the emotions, aches, and pains of those around her and even with them there are very faint echoes that don't do much more than irritate her. Too much of either will cause her discomfort so she values having distance and space from others.

Scalpel will sometimes answer telepathically instead of vocally and there are those that don't appreciate what they might consider an intrusion. She doesn't do this to offend but speaking to someone directly in such a way is so much more clear than attempting to explain herself aloud. The medic's got few interpersonal skills other than the basics. She can give a report in detail if necessary but as far as shooting the breeze she'd have more difficulty. Unintentionally listening to the thoughts of others is the secondary reason behind her seclusion as well. She'll also give monosyllabic answers to people followed by short sentences before actually having a conversation with those she likes. It's not that she's unfriendly but she's not used to being around people and so is socially awkward.

Humans are interesting to Scalpel if only because they run on electrical impulses just like Cybertronians but are so phsyiologically different from her people. She's had some modifications to allow her to mimic human expressions and sounds. Secretly she's quite proud of these expansions to herself as it makes conversing with the little creatures easier if she ever has to interact with them. She's also just happy that she can control something about herself in turbulent times. Scalpel has a retractable faceplate that she rarely puts away as it, along with the rest of her headpiece is designed to help tamp down on her telepathic abilities. She's built for speed, not strength so she won't be dragging especially heavy comrads off the battlefield. A few reinforced cavities in her legs and arms carry the tools of her trade. In a pinch she could use her laser scalpels and soldering iron as surprise weapons but she wouldn't go out of her way to find out of they could take down another Cybertronian.

Abilities: Telepathy - Limited to actively communicating with four others at once, otherwise she can function as a "radio" without interferance for up to nine people, only functions for up to 300 miles.

Mind reading - Limited to surface scans, and only works if she's concentrating hard on the individual and it works best if they're in the same room. Can be increased if she retracts her faceplate.

Mental Attacks - Limited to a psychic "sound" that stuns everyone around her withing a twenty foot radius but extended concentration on one individual could possibly knock them out.

Mental Defenses - With concentration she can layer a psychic shield on her mind so that she can bear to be around people but without that shielding she can't be around too many people at once because the thoughts overwhelm her and give her a screaming headache and sometimes knock her out. Battles can be a bit of a problem even with the shielding but only if she's in the thick of it so she usually tries to stay away from the frontlines. She can shield others from reading her thoughts and with a lot of concentration (she can't be moving under her own power) she can do the same for others.

Weaknesses: Emotion and thought control aren't some things many people are concerned with so more often than not it's too "loud" for Scalpel to be around large groups of people for too long. Because of this she spends most of her time away from others not. It's not something that she enjoys and battles can be especially tough for her to get through if she hasn't mentally prepared herself for the onslaught of carnage and pain that will be all over the place. She can be incapacitated by the pain of others if her telepathic shields drop or if they weaken without reinforcing. Reinforcing her mental shields must be done religiously every thirty hours, the longest time she's gone without renewing her shields is fourty-eight so although her endurance is average it is denied full usage because her shields fluctuate with the amount of energy she's got to spend on keeping her them up and herself and others alive.

Sample Post

Humans were interesting little creatures; they were very much like her own people in their ambitions and actions and emotions but still different. She could spend hours hidden in plain sight watching their interactions with one another from a distance and then return to base to see similarities among her bretheren. Not that she spent much time around other Cybertronians, the telepathy made that nearly impossible the majority of the time. It was a shame that her ability wasn't more controllable, the minds of those around her could be fascinating and every so often she could focus enough through the pressing masses and hear just that one person's psche. However that wasn't ethical, that was a blatant invasion of privacy and out of respect for her fellows she avoided doing this. That didn't stop her from wishing she could traverse the mental pathways of another - willing - being's mind.

'It would be fun,' she thought, 'to see the inside of another's mind of my own volition. It would be nice to see someone else's thought processes willingly.' Scalpel knew that would never happen and she fully understood why. Thoughts were supposed to be private unless spoken aloud. That's why they remained in one's head unspoken after all. With a faint smile hidden behind her protective faceplate Scalpel continued staring off into the far distance, not seeing anything and content with being lost in her own - her own! - thoughts for once. The spot she'd chosen for her necessary time to herself was what the inhabitants of the planet Earth would have called serene. For the most part it was though the dirt that occasionally drifted into uncomfortable spots was something she disliked.

Currently Scalpel was parked on the side of the road, looking for all the world like an abandoned vehicle. The holomatter projection of a young woman in gray and black clothing had appeared to have walked off and left her expensive ride for all and sundry to take advantage of. Of course if anyone did attempt theft or harm of what they thought was an unintelligent piece of machinary they would quickly find themselves in a "ghost car" and scrambling to get away. A tow truck had attempted to put what was called a boot on one of her tires once. The poor human hadn't appreciated the way a car without a driver had suddenly taken off.

'Honestly though! The Autobots are allies of the humans! You would think that they would recognize the chevron and leave any vehicles marked that way alone.'


Lets see here...Her height pretty short for the type of vehicle she transforms into. As a matter of fact she's the exact same model and color of my own fanmade. Raise her height slightly and change the color. You haven't mentioned anything about her medical abilities or her weapons and their abilities. Why does she need a sniper rifle...it was never established that she was a sniper.

Her special abilities...telepathy, mental attacks and mental defenses will cost you a copious amount of stat points. In fact all three abilities are simply too powerful for this character. I would recommend that they be eliminated all together so that you can focus more on rounder out the entirety of the character.

She wouldn't need to be "modified" in order to mimic human expressions and sounds since Cypertronians adapt to any situations...which means the abilities would come naturally to all Autobots.

Rework the sample since it doesn't give much background info on the character but instead mostly focuses on the telepathy. Also since she's a medic she probably wouldn't be down planet side observing humans. She'd be much more useful on base leaving the observing to those with that specific ability and function.

So, to sum up...better off to dump the telepathy and all the other mental abilities. Raise her height and change her color...you can check the height against my fanmade Hex. Rework the sample...mention all of her abilities as a medic and what her weapons can do.

And lastly, the name is more 'Con than 'Bot....hence why it was used for the name of a 'Con medic in ROTF. Find something more 'Bot like. Then run everything through a spell and grammar checker.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Scalpel » Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:57 am

Motto: "It's not breaking in if you live there! - Me"
Weapon: Laser Rifle
Ember wrote:Lets see here...Her height pretty short for the type of vehicle she transforms into. As a matter of fact she's the exact same model and color of my own fanmade. Raise her height slightly and change the color. You haven't mentioned anything about her medical abilities or her weapons and their abilities. Why does she need a sniper rifle...it was never established that she was a sniper.

Ah! I figured that her height needed work however I'm not exactly sure what would be a good height. Should I just round it out to an even sixteen/eighteen? And she is the same model and color? I didn't look over other profiles other than the sample (it so late at night/early in the morning when I was writing this up) so I didn't know that. I don't think that the color's that much of a problem. It's one of the standard colors for the Sky and the one I like best so far.

Her special abilities...telepathy, mental attacks and mental defenses will cost you a copious amount of stat points. In fact all three abilities are simply too powerful for this character. I would recommend that they be eliminated all together so that you can focus more on rounder out the entirety of the character.

That's understandable though I won't lie that I was hoping that with how it hindered her it would be allowed.

She wouldn't need to be "modified" in order to mimic human expressions and sounds since Cypertronians adapt to any situations...which means the abilities would come naturally to all Autobots.

Ah okay! Didn't know if that was something you had to manually have done or not. Okay.

Rework the sample since it doesn't give much background info on the character but instead mostly focuses on the telepathy. Also since she's a medic she probably wouldn't be down planet side observing humans. She'd be much more useful on base leaving the observing to those with that specific ability and function.

I didn't know the samples had to include background of the character. I just thought that they had to show off your writing skills I'll come up with something.

And lastly, the name is more 'Con than 'Bot....hence why it was used for the name of a 'Con medic in ROTF. Find something more 'Bot like. Then run everything through a spell and grammar checker.

I actually made her before the Bay movies came out. I don't think her name's a problem, it's like assuming everyone named Billy-Bob will be a hillbilly.

I'll get right on fixing her up. Thanks for responding so quickly.

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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby The Grim King » Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:13 am

Motto: "Battle Not going well, More force needed"
Weapon: Energo-Sword
Trying a re-submit since I can't give up easily, but it will be my last attempt.

Wrex

Allegiance:Autobot
Sub-group: N/A
Function:Prototype Advanced Destruction Warrior
Alternate Modes:Mechanized T-Rex
Weapons:Energo Sword, Energo Shield
Special Abilities: Flamethrower (alt mode only), Limited Invisibility cloak
Height: 32 ft (36 ft*)
Quote: “I will finish my mission at all costs."


Strength:9
Intelligence:4
Dexterity:4
Speed:4
Endurance:8
Courage:8
Firepower:5
Accuracy:6
Melee:8
Tech Skill:2
Charisma:6
Rank:

( * Denotes pending moderator approval)


Appearance: Wrex was never the most colorful of autobots colored in simple gun metal grey’s and blacks. Even in his altered state his colors remain unchanged with the exception of the glowing red light emitters riddling his body which seem to grow brighter with his rage like his visor, he does not posses a mouth like most bots but a battleplate where his mouth should be with slits for vents which seem to emit smoke from overheating.

Profile: Not much is known of the young eager transformer who became known as Wrex believing in proving his worth and equality for all cybertronians, Wrex joined the Autobots without hesitation and would often try to get assigned to missions where combat was most heavy. It is unclear why but rather then idolizing the autobot’s fearless leader Optimus Prime, the fearless young transformer took more interest in the often reckless actions of the leader of the Lightning Strike Coalition which would later be known as the Dinobots; Grimlock.

Being one of the few Transformers to remain on cybertron and aware of the return of the Decepticons mad scientist shockwave. Wrex took it upon himself to remove the dangerous and powerful Decepticon, unfortunately his mission did not go as planned, although his infiltration seemed to be going well with a stolen decepticon prototype invisibility cloak Shockwave was aware of the young autobots infiltration and intentions and decided to take the opportunity to experiment with the young autobot and turn him into a weapon to unleash upon his own allies the autobots.

Abilities: Wrex abilities before his modifications were limited to his weapons and his tenacity, but remodeled he posses a powerful energo sword and energo shield that fits his close combat melee style, in his alternate mechanized t-rex form he possesses a formidable flamethrower, razor sharp teeth, and tough armored hide. Perhaps to torture the young autobot or his allies shockwave fitted him with the prototype invisibility cloak which would only work in short bursts. But the cruelest of shockwave’s modifactions and perhaps most painful was his adjustment of Wrex neural pathways and diverting more power to combat leaving more of his higher speech functions vastly limited but increasing his power and damage.

Weaknesses: Wrex greatest weakness was his eagerness to prove his worth, leading to his capture and torture. With his youthful enthusiasm stomped out from pain and decepticon cruelty, it was replaced with blind rage and fury with his reduced logic capacity makes the newly modified volatile to handle. But the young autobots greatest weakness is most likely his reluctance to transform, although it offers him more power and the ability to do more damage due to the forced remodeling the transformation itself is very painful on the young transformer.

Sample Post: Nothing reached his audio servo’s but the sound of electricity traveling through the walls and floor to his bindings, holding him in place. Wrex thoughts couldn’t form the proper plan to try and escape; it caused him pain like thinking was hard. He could feel the rage building and he tugged on his bindings only to be hit by a powerful charge causing the young broken autobot to cry out in pain. He thought he understand pain before, anger before, rage before…the need for revenge. He felt foolish, like the young child he’d been this was war…he choose his side, and he made a mistake this pain was the price for the pain. But it wasn’t enough as the red visor that was his vision lit dimly in the dark he swore saying one word "…Shock…wave…" his auditory circuits mixed with a grow like tone he didn’t recognize as his own his rage rising more, he would escape he couldn’t figure out how or when, but he would…and then he would destroy every decepticon in his path.

Wrex didn’t know how long it had been, how many mega-cycles, deca-cycles, stellar cycles, meta-cycles. He had trouble thinking counting…it didn’t really matter what mattered was the decepticons cleaning his prison. He needed to remain calm, to try and think…but thinking was hard watching was easier. Waiting for a chance, an opening, a mistake; mega-cycle after mega-cycle he watched this prison cell that held him. Listened to the electricity surge and keep him bound but if he was going to escape he had to decide to wait…or let the anger explode. The decepticons taunted him; everyday mocked the young autobot, talking about how shockwave must have truly messed him up. He felt it boil and burn in his circuits the light emitters glowing faintly, he held it in waiting as the decepticon approached him closer, too close…but they’d grown comfortable with their prisoner…too comfortable. “How’s it feel to know after shockwave’s done messing with your spark, he’ll turn you lose on those autobots you idolized so much?" Wrex visor turned bright red and he tugged at the shackle grabbing the decepticon by his head “Won’t change…more!"

Wrex threw the decepticon at the control console, the one he knew controlled his shackles “He’s free!" shouted one of the remaining decepticon’s. The destroyed console sparked and the lights flickered and Wrex had vanished the decepticons panicked pulling their weapons “The experiment’s loose! Hit the alarm” Only one ran for the alarm, they were panicking forgetting the room was sealed, forgetting the cloak. Wrex’ energo sword formed and is was forced through the torso of the decepticon going for the alarm moments before the cloak faded and he became visible “Useful…" Wrex growled tossing the non-functioning decepticon across the ground before destroying the alarm with his sword. His glowing red gaze turned to the remaining decepticons in the room “pay…back” before they could fire Wrex formed his energo shield on his left formarm. The decepticons fired frantically as he charged them pressing one to the wall with his shield, and decapitating the one to his immediate right with his energo sword. Wrex smashed his shield against the pressed decepticon again, and again his visor glowing brighter until he realized it had ceased function. His shield and sword collapsed back into his body as he walked toward the cell door. His light emitters glowed brighter as he punched and ripped the doors open, his gaze staring down the corridor “shockwave…I…Coming” Wrex’ form vanished as he activated the cloak walking down the corridor.
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Re: NEW Character Applications

Postby Ember » Sat Sep 08, 2012 11:53 am

Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Foxfire13795 wrote:Blaster

Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Communications
Alt. Mode: Lasonic Old School Style High Performance Portable Music System with Ipod Slot
Weapons: Electro Scrambler Gun
Height: 33ft / 10.07m
Quote: "When the music is rockin, I'm rollin."


Strength: 8
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 2
Endurance: 8
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 8
Charisma: 10
Rank: 7


Profile: Blaster likes to turn it up loud. That goes for the way he does everything: fighting, talking, playing- living! If Blaster is involved, he makes his presence known. He is in the forefront of any situation. But aside from the things he normally does in the course of being an Autobot, he has a special passion: Rock 'n' Roll. His ability to monitor radio transmissions has exposed him to many Earthen musical styles, all of which he finds interesting. But it is rock music- good, hard and loud- that really sparks his circuits. He'd much rather be lost in the sound of a searing guitar solo than fight Decepticons. However, when called upon he will do what he must for the Autobot cause, albeit reluctantly at times. As Blaster likes to point out, "I hate changing channels in mid-song."

Abilities: Blaster can assume the form of an ipod dock modeled after an old 80's style "boom box." He can send and receive radio signals on all frequencies, and can detect signals with power outputs as weak as a millionth of a watt. His ability to transmit radio signals up to 4000 miles makes him the communications center for the Autobots. In robot form he carries an electro-scrambler gun, which emits powerful waves of electromagnetic energy that disrupt the operations of all but the most heavily shielded electrical devices. In theory, the gun should interfere with the minute electrical impulses of the human nervous system, but Blaster has never used the gun on a human.

Blaster's holo-matter avatar is a (pardon the pun) dead-ringer for "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott. A mid-40's white male, with long, dark, curly hair, a beard, and many tattoos. Blaster simply couldn't resist the homage to a rocker that died before his time.

Weaknesses: Blaster's most obvious weakness is for rock 'n' roll. He will walk unwittingly into a trap for the promise of hearing some new tunes. Radio static has the effect of hampering his operation and even, if strong enough, knocking him out completely.

Sample Post:

"You got the touch!"

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Blaster nodded his head as he listened to the song, tapping out the beats with perfect precision. This particular song was an old favorite, a classic. It always put a spark in his circuits. He cranked up the song a few notches louder. The noise would've been deafening to anyone other than Blaster. Load was just how he rocked and rolled and he loved every astrosecond of it.

An incoming transmission interrupted the song, sparking some irritation in Blaster. He considered letting the transmission wait until the song finished playing. Shaking his head, Blaster switched frequencies and honed in on the transmission, pulling up the data for it on the main view screen. It was encrypted in a strange code. It puzzled Blaster for a moment. With a sudden revelation, Blaster snapped two digits and grinned triumphantly. He recognized it as an old encryption. He had assumed that the code had been decommissioned, seeing how it was slaggin’ ancient, but he guessed not. Blaster’s digits danced across the control panel, decrypting the communique. He wondered who in Primus’ name would send a transmission encrypted like this.

With that thought, Blaster slid an actuator over and began to trace the transmission back to its source, using a technique in triangulation. He soon finished both the decryption and the trace. Weird. The transmission was coming from deep space. Fortress Maximus? And incoming Autobot vessel? Anything was possible. His triangulation technique yielded broader answers than Blaster would’ve liked. He knew of the general sector. It seemed to originate around Maximus’ sector though.

Itching to get back to his music, Blaster played the beginning of the decrypted communique. Lo and behold, it was from Fortress Maximus. Something about…a requisition for supplies? Rather than listen to all of it, Blaster forwarded it to the commanding officers that it concerned. With that accomplished, Blaster was finally able to return to the radio frequencies of Earth.

“Finally!"

Or not…

Both Eject and Rewind were stationed at consoles adjacent to their guardian. Eject was doubtlessly listening to some sort of sports broadcast. Jumping up and down in excitement, the cassettebot cheered happily.

“Who’s it this time?" Blaster asked, smiling at his small friend’s antics.

“The Red Sox and the Yankees!"


“Who’re you pullin’ for this time?"

“The Sox! They finally brought out their clutch hitter after waiting until the bases were loaded. I would’ve brought him out sooner, but I-“

Eject paused in mid-sentence, his optics widening. He burst into a tumult of cacophonous cheers and cries of jubilation.

“He just hit a triple! Scrap that, Yankees! YEAH!"

Blaster couldn’t help but grin at the cassettebot’s enthusiasm. Truth be told, he barely understood the concepts of some human sports, but there were a few he had come to grow reasonably acquainted with such as baseball, football (some humans called it soccer), another football, and basketball. Blaster knew enough about to be able to tell that Eject was talking about baseball, but aside from that, he couldn’t tell anyone very much about it.

Blaster left Eject to the broadcast. He tuned back into the humans’ radio broadcasts. With some disappointment, Blaster discovered that his song had ended. Not that he was particularly surprised. He scanned some other stations. Oh yes. A wide grin spread across Blaster’s faceplate as he heard Darrell Abbott’s familiar loud and rockin’ guitar riffs and chords. He began tapping out the melody with a digit. Tap. Tap. Tap.


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Twincast / Podcast #101:
"Talkin' 'Bout My Generations"
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