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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 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.

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.

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 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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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:

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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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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.'