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i found the tech specs here, i didn't see any posted on this site.

also since they are 3 robots but essentially act as 1 i'm referring to him as a single unit, with limited exceptions.
Reflector

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Reconnaissance
Alt. Flying cybertronian spy camera
Weapons: Sholder-mounted flash generator, x-ray assualt rifle, flash grenades.
Special Abilities: Highly advanced sensors (especially video and wireless); photographic memory, x-ray vision capability, limited clairvoyance
Height: 30 ft / 10ft in alt mode
Quote: "Sensors indicate the battle is ours"


Strength: 07
Intelligence: 08
Dexterity: 07
Speed: 02
Endurance: 06
Courage: 07
Firepower: 06
Accuracy: 07
Melee: 09
Tech Skill: 09
Charisma: 05
Rank: 08, or tba

profile

Decepticon reconnaissance expert. Capable of pin pointing a grain of rice from low orbit. Able to seemingly predict his enemy's actions from recordings of previous battles, and unparalelled in his ability to read body language. Stores any information he see's for future use and study of his opponents. A clever opportunist who is content to wait for the right moment to strike his opponents weak spot. Locates autobots and relays their positions to the rest of the decepticons. Can also intercept and alter video transmissions.

abilities

Reflector (named Spectro, Spyglass and Viewfinder respectively) is trained in Crystalocution and is currently being trained in the arts of Metallikato and Circut-Su, but far forom being a master of either of the latter. He is also armed with a shoulder-mounted flash generator which he uses to blind his opponents and hand-held x-ray assualt rifles. Reflector is physically strong, well armored, and tough compared to average Transformers Able to achieve great heights, albeit relitively slowly(about 100mph), but can hover.

However his biggest asset is the fact there is three of him which allow him to work as a team and actually get a variety of jobs done.

weaknesses

He is amongst the slowest transformers, leaving him exposed when he's caught. Though hes able to reach great heights in his alt mod and capable of rotating 360 degrees on any axis, he has rather poor flight maneuverablity requireing him to change direction in great, sweeping arches.Often over-thinks and over analyzes his information. Unsure of what to do with himself when confronted with new problems he hasn't encountered before. Has anxiety issues with being seperated from each other and a degredation of mental capacity.

Somewhere high above the middle-east:
Reconnaissance mission complete.

(Inner discussion)
(Spectro)It almost seems as if we let the humans continue to destroy each other, our job here would be so much easier. The humans continue to blow up one another for no apparent reason. Granted its the same reason we want to blow them up, prescious resources, but their reasons are solely for monitary profit, ours is a need for survival.

(Spyglass)Its pitiful really, they waste so many wavelengths wased on invaluable images, yet another resource the humans squander recklessly. They deserve their fate for their inablity to use what has been given to them wisely.

(Viewfinder)If they could just find unity with each other, and stop these petty fueds amongst one another they would actually have the potential to be a formidable foe. Its best we go unnoticed, lest we're discovered by the Autobots.

(Reflector)Good point
"Reflector to Soundwave, we have located the nuclear weapons. We are sending the coordinants now."

*Observed radio transmition*
"Captain theirs an object on our radar over the no fly zone. Heading there to check it out."

"Reflector to Soundwave, seems I've overstayed my welcome. Air support requested."

*Observed transmission*
"What the hell is that? I've never seen a aircraf' like dat"
"Bogey's on your ta..."
"Captain! Were under atta...."

also i'm paying homage to the g1 cartoon with speech pattern whenever possible. i-e all three talking at once, or finishing each others sentences when talking to other people.

They each have their own individual names and personallities, but normally act as a unison when dealing with others, much like a hive mind. Under the circunstance one is found seperated from the others his own personallity will emerge, the more so the further he is from the others.

I messed up three times in posting this profile. Either accidentally clicking the save as draft button and then not saving, or by being logged out after all of that work, and losing my post.

Name: Mixmaster

Allegiance: Decepticons

Function: Materials fabrication

Alt. mode: Cement Mixer

Weapons: Infrared Cannon, and a small lazer pistol

Special Abilities: Optical disruption projector, and the ability to make almost any non-alkalide material

Height: 31 feet. [~9.3 meters?]

Quote: "How strong the steel, how strong the conquest."

STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 3
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 9
CHARISMA: 2
RANK: ???

Profile: Mixmaster is an accidental genius. He can remember what he's made before, but leaves much up to chance in his compounds, using unstable components, and unlikely substances in his conquest to make the ultimate unbreakable metal. Many components come from recipes. Autobots easily persuaded might have more distaste for him than against some of the other constructions with a rumor that he once used a protoform to make a special compound for some sections of the decepticon base. He often assumes his own insanity to be genius. When things go wrong he's rarely pointing a finger, usually just watching the others as they blame each other. Little he says makes sense, often leading to what few things are true to be misunderstood, or ignored by other decepticons.

Abilities: Mixmaster is a cement mixer, Mack quality, with a 320 horsepower engine, two 100 gallon fuel tanks, an 8 mpg quality. Thankfully he is able to mix a small quantity of additional fuel in his tank, but it depletes a resource he enjoys using in some of the creations he makes for enjoyment. A range of 1600 miles maximum with non-stop driving. Top speed of forty-five miles per hour. He can run for up to 35 human hours without rest. In robot mode, he uses a special chemical to add more resistance against projectile attacks, or concussive blasts. The infrared cannon he uses has been known to be clocked at 8000 degrees Celsius.

Weaknesses: Alkalides, and some weapons can damage his cauldron, disabling it for a time.

Sample Post: It was late evening at the decepticon base, and the constructicons were still hard at work on the observation tower. Mixmaster was alternating between pouring out steel girders, and experimenting with the leaves of the nearby vegetation, and some of the volcanic rock. When mixed with water and an energon crystal he'd put into his tank instead of being used for energy, made some kind of slick substance when put under influence of three natural earth acids and a cybertron bonding agent had made a sand that gave his tires more traction on the slope. Soon he'd need to cool his circuits. The Earth's sun was intense, and was always ruining experiments or overheating his motherboard. If he had to keep on this pace for another day he'd be in the scrap heap. Megatron would not tolerate failure though, a rule he knew well. One of the few he could even remember.

Stalker
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: cobolt blue 350z
Weapons: 2 hand guns with scope,silencer and laser targetting, for hand to hand combat he uses 2 small hand held energy axes
Height: 31 ft / 1.5m
Quote: “I've never meet a con I couldn't destroy.”


STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 8
DEXTERITY:
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY:8
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 6
CHARISMA:6
Stalker, a Autobot unique to his own design. This is the Autobot that they call on when they want no trace of anything happening. This Autobot is a bounty hunter called for the most extreme measures, trained in brute tactics by the Dinobots, hand to hand combat by Springer and martial arts and marksmen ship skills from Mirage. As the skies darken upon the night a pair of eyes are seen but no noise is made. He sits and watches his prey as they move around, this enemy has been targeted for destruction by other unknown sources.

All any one ever needs to know is he does is job and does it well, they never ask how and he never tells all he takes is the enemies head as trophy as his brutality towards Decepticons is feared across the galaxy, his number one goal is to take down a Bruticus the ultimate enemy and claim his head.

Most Autobots don't know of his existence because it goes against what the Autobot code stands for, the only ones that do are the ones that have meet him and most of them don't even know who he really is except for the higher ranking Autobots and even if others did know about him they wouldn't want to.

Stalker is a one man army and the only time a Decepticon knows or hears about him is when they're screaming his name out loud.

Stalkers major problem is that he is to high strung and has to be alone because for one he knows to much, has seen something he shouldn't have and also he cant trust any other bot even most of his fellow brothers in arms. The only way you can gain his trust is to work side by side with him and because only a select few have he can not trust any one.


Though I feel that I should not have to take a cannon fodder as rules before my character were not made up and how can I go by rules if they are not there. I also feel that any one after that time and date should be applied to the rules as I am a rpger of more then 10 years of experience and because you made your rules almost 12 hours after my post was made I'm sorry but the answer is no I will not take a cannon fodder and I believe it is wrong to do so because I do not wish to ruin the story line of that character unless your going to write up every single character because what stops me from taking that characters name and changing its alt mode or what it's personality is like after all it is just a name and the fact that my post was here 12 hours BEFORE yours should be apart from the new rules.

Name_Violation wrote:i found the tech specs here, i didn't see any posted on this site.

also since they are 3 robots but essentially act as 1 i'm referring to him as a single unit, with limited exceptions.
Reflector

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Reconnaissance
Alt. Flying cybertronian spy camera
Weapons: Sholder-mounted flash generator, x-ray assualt rifle, flash grenades.
Special Abilities: Highly advanced sensors (especially video and wireless); photographic memory, x-ray vision capability, limited clairvoyance
Height: 30 ft / 10ft in alt mode
Quote: "Sensors indicate the battle is ours"


Strength: 07
Intelligence: 08
Dexterity: 07
Speed: 02
Endurance: 06
Courage: 07
Firepower: 06
Accuracy: 07
Melee: 09
Tech Skill: 09
Charisma: 05
Rank: 08, or tba

profile

Decepticon reconnaissance expert. Capable of pin pointing a grain of rice from low orbit. Able to seemingly predict his enemy's actions from recordings of previous battles, and unparalelled in his ability to read body language. Stores any information he see's for future use and study of his opponents. A clever opportunist who is content to wait for the right moment to strike his opponents weak spot. Locates autobots and relays their positions to the rest of the decepticons. Can also intercept and alter video transmissions.

abilities

Reflector (named Spectro, Spyglass and Viewfinder respectively) is trained in Crystalocution and is currently being trained in the arts of Metallikato and Circut-Su, but far forom being a master of either of the latter. He is also armed with a shoulder-mounted flash generator which he uses to blind his opponents and hand-held x-ray assualt rifles. Reflector is physically strong, well armored, and tough compared to average Transformers Able to achieve great heights, albeit relitively slowly(about 100mph), but can hover.

However his biggest asset is the fact there is three of him which allow him to work as a team and actually get a variety of jobs done.

weaknesses

He is amongst the slowest transformers, leaving him exposed when he's caught. Though hes able to reach great heights in his alt mod and capable of rotating 360 degrees on any axis, he has rather poor flight maneuverablity requireing him to change direction in great, sweeping arches.Often over-thinks and over analyzes his information. Unsure of what to do with himself when confronted with new problems he hasn't encountered before. Has anxiety issues with being seperated from each other and a degredation of mental capacity.

Somewhere high above the middle-east:
Reconnaissance mission complete.

(Inner discussion)
(Spectro)It almost seems as if we let the humans continue to destroy each other, our job here would be so much easier. The humans continue to blow up one another for no apparent reason. Granted its the same reason we want to blow them up, prescious resources, but their reasons are solely for monitary profit, ours is a need for survival.

(Spyglass)Its pitiful really, they waste so many wavelengths wased on invaluable images, yet another resource the humans squander recklessly. They deserve their fate for their inablity to use what has been given to them wisely.

(Viewfinder)If they could just find unity with each other, and stop these petty fueds amongst one another they would actually have the potential to be a formidable foe. Its best we go unnoticed, lest we're discovered by the Autobots.

(Reflector)Good point
"Reflector to Soundwave, we have located the nuclear weapons. We are sending the coordinants now."

*Observed radio transmition*
"Captain theirs an object on our radar over the no fly zone. Heading there to check it out."

"Reflector to Soundwave, seems I've overstayed my welcome. Air support requested."

*Observed transmission*
"What the hell is that? I've never seen a aircraf' like dat"
"Bogey's on your ta..."
"Captain! Were under atta...."

also i'm paying homage to the g1 cartoon with speech pattern whenever possible. i-e all three talking at once, or finishing each others sentences when talking to other people.

They each have their own individual names and personallities, but normally act as a unison when dealing with others, much like a hive mind. Under the circunstance one is found seperated from the others his own personallity will emerge, the more so the further he is from the others.

The melee skill and the bits about the martial arts need to change. Reflector has never been known for his combat skill. I would put his melee fighting ability as below average. He is not really a frontline soldier. Also, while we are not stringent on spelling and grammar we do expect a certain level of accuracy must be achieved to be able to play in the game. Please run your application through a spelling and grammar checker to get it cleaned up.

eldritch wrote:I messed up three times in posting this profile. Either accidentally clicking the save as draft button and then not saving, or by being logged out after all of that work, and losing my post.

Name: Mixmaster

Allegiance: Decepticons

Function: Materials fabrication

Alt. mode: Cement Mixer

Weapons: Infrared Cannon, and a small lazer pistol

Special Abilities: Optical disruption projector, and the ability to make almost any non-alkalide material

Height: 31 feet. [~9.3 meters?]

Quote: "How strong the steel, how strong the conquest."

STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 3
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 9
CHARISMA: 2
RANK: ???

Profile: Mixmaster is an accidental genius. He can remember what he's made before, but leaves much up to chance in his compounds, using unstable components, and unlikely substances in his conquest to make the ultimate unbreakable metal. Many components come from recipes. Autobots easily persuaded might have more distaste for him than against some of the other constructions with a rumor that he once used a protoform to make a special compound for some sections of the decepticon base. He often assumes his own insanity to be genius. When things go wrong he's rarely pointing a finger, usually just watching the others as they blame each other. Little he says makes sense, often leading to what few things are true to be misunderstood, or ignored by other decepticons.

Abilities: Mixmaster is a cement mixer, Mack quality, with a 320 horsepower engine, two 100 gallon fuel tanks, an 8 mpg quality. Thankfully he is able to mix a small quantity of additional fuel in his tank, but it depletes a resource he enjoys using in some of the creations he makes for enjoyment. A range of 1600 miles maximum with non-stop driving. Top speed of forty-five miles per hour. He can run for up to 35 human hours without rest. In robot mode, he uses a special chemical to add more resistance against projectile attacks, or concussive blasts. The infrared cannon he uses has been known to be clocked at 8000 degrees Celsius.

Weaknesses: Alkalides, and some weapons can damage his cauldron, disabling it for a time.

Sample Post: It was late evening at the decepticon base, and the constructicons were still hard at work on the observation tower. Mixmaster was alternating between pouring out steel girders, and experimenting with the leaves of the nearby vegetation, and some of the volcanic rock. When mixed with water and an energon crystal he'd put into his tank instead of being used for energy, made some kind of slick substance when put under influence of three natural earth acids and a cybertron bonding agent had made a sand that gave his tires more traction on the slope. Soon he'd need to cool his circuits. The Earth's sun was intense, and was always ruining experiments or overheating his motherboard. If he had to keep on this pace for another day he'd be in the scrap heap. Megatron would not tolerate failure though, a rule he knew well. One of the few he could even remember.

I need you post more on his optical disruption projector, a description of what it does. A longer sample post would be good as well since we are looking for at least two paragraphs in a standard post.

Stamus_Prime wrote:Stalker
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: cobolt blue 350z
Weapons: 2 hand guns with scope,silencer and laser targetting, for hand to hand combat he uses 2 small hand held energy axes
Height: 31 ft / 1.5m
Quote: “I've never meet a con I couldn't destroy.”


STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 8
DEXTERITY:
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY:8
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 6
CHARISMA:6
Stalker, a Autobot unique to his own design. This is the Autobot that they call on when they want no trace of anything happening. This Autobot is a bounty hunter called for the most extreme measures, trained in brute tactics by the Dinobots, hand to hand combat by Springer and martial arts and marksmen ship skills from Mirage. As the skies darken upon the night a pair of eyes are seen but no noise is made. He sits and watches his prey as they move around, this enemy has been targeted for destruction by other unknown sources.

All any one ever needs to know is he does is job and does it well, they never ask how and he never tells all he takes is the enemies head as trophy as his brutality towards Decepticons is feared across the galaxy, his number one goal is to take down a Bruticus the ultimate enemy and claim his head.

Most Autobots don't know of his existence because it goes against what the Autobot code stands for, the only ones that do are the ones that have meet him and most of them don't even know who he really is except for the higher ranking Autobots and even if others did know about him they wouldn't want to.

Stalker is a one man army and the only time a Decepticon knows or hears about him is when they're screaming his name out loud.

Stalkers major problem is that he is to high strung and has to be alone because for one he knows to much, has seen something he shouldn't have and also he cant trust any other bot even most of his fellow brothers in arms. The only way you can gain his trust is to work side by side with him and because only a select few have he can not trust any one.


Though I feel that I should not have to take a cannon fodder as rules before my character were not made up and how can I go by rules if they are not there. I also feel that any one after that time and date should be applied to the rules as I am a rpger of more then 10 years of experience and because you made your rules almost 12 hours after my post was made I'm sorry but the answer is no I will not take a cannon fodder and I believe it is wrong to do so because I do not wish to ruin the story line of that character unless your going to write up every single character because what stops me from taking that characters name and changing its alt mode or what it's personality is like after all it is just a name and the fact that my post was here 12 hours BEFORE yours should be apart from the new rules.

Apparently you never read the rules then as prior to the creation of the new fanmade rules fanmade characters were not allowed in the game. Looking at this application I still see it doesn't even follow the correct format for our applications, lacking a dexterity stat and not broken down into a profile, abilities and weaknesses section. A quick look at the description tells me that you were only planning to make some super overpowered fanmade which is not what we are looking for anyway. As for canon characters, they are only approved if they fit in with the character as established in the comics and cartoons so people cannot drastically alter personalities.

Your application is rejected.

As you request.

The optical disruption project bends light waves within a ranged area, causing a sense of 'nausea' in some, and disorientation. At most, the bending of light can cause objects to appear closer, further away, or different colors. In bots with an intelligence of 3 or lower, it can also sometimes cause mirror vision for a brief time. Usually the effect of the projector only lasts a few seconds, more than enough time to escape or get a single shot in an ambush.

An extended sample post: The optic circuits of the bot scanned deeply around the canyon's interior. He'd placed scrapped parts he'd mixed and moulded onto the ground, shaping it like a scrap iron ragdoll. He stood precisely still, sun bouncing off of the crystal in the reflector. He couldn't give his creation any colors other than white or silver though. Perhaps it would be enough to fool an autobot.

It was not his plan, and he'd rather be spending his time working out a new forumla out of the earthling sand. Only one entrance into the canyon, and his five comrades were there. A com-link was established with base. Supposedly, Soundwave was out there simulating the voice of one of the bots, and they'd be rushing to the canyon. With the 6 constructicons covering the only entrance, there was a sure bet, their plan was to use the boulders they'd been given for cover, to be pushed down onto the unsuspectic bots below. Any who survived, were instructed to take the wrath of Devastator. He had distaste of being merely a leg. It always jostled the load in his mix tank, and valuable components were always taken to fuel the behemoth.

This time, he couldn't let himself fall behind and cause Devastator to tumble.

>>"Hey Mix. Keep alert. Smog in the distance. None of the decepticons are supposed to be in the area. Gotta be bots."<<
Mix sucked air into his audio, causing a brief bit of static through the line. >>Affirmitive. Looks like you'll get to play like you always wanted, eh, Haul?<<
He ignored the response and went back to his projection image. He'd taken a few energon crystals, fuel, and a little bit of the human trees. They made for good fuel combined together, listening contently to the contents sloshing and stirring, hungrily bubbling inside. "This batch of fuel will be a fun one..."

my character is a character who prefers to stay away from the battle scene and is a sniper before any thing else. Yes he is able to fight but as i said he is a sniper because he prefers not to be seen if its a huge battle he only engages in combat if he needs to and i did put down weaknesses if you read it properly i said he is very high strung. There fore indicating the slightest noise that he has taken into acount can send him off and second guessing him self.

Name: Stryfe
Allegiance: Decepticons
Alternate mode: Cadillac Hearse
Primary Function: Miltary Intelligence

Motto: If knowledge is power, than to be unknown is to be unstoppable.

Ranged weapon: Arm-mounted Plasma-Disruptor Cannon
Melee weapon: Ion Scythe

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

Height: 35 feet (Ultra Magnus' size if permissible)

Profile:
Brilliant, devious, cunning, arrogant, dastardly, cold, calculating, and a macbre alternate mode: these are a few of the words to describe the massive Stryfe. Not much is known about him, which is how he likes it. The less transformers that know about him, the less that can stop him. What is apparent about Stryfe is that he is OLD. No one is quite sure how old, only that he bears the design of ancient transformers, possibly generation 1 or earlier. To further add to this confusion, Stryfe wears a spiked helmet concealing what his true face looks like. Only his crimson optics shine through, and a little of what would be his mouth. He warns other Decepticons that his helmet is incredibly difficult to remove for an outsider and is severly booby-trapped. No one has ever attempted to remove it.

Stryfe is very ambitious and makes no attempt to hide that he wants to lead the Decepticons. He is also quick to add thathe will never challenge Megatron directly, knowing Stryfe would end up a smoldering wreck in the scrap heap. This leads to an odd relationship with Megatron. Megatron respects Stryfe, and knows his intellect and strategy is beyond reproach. His ambitious, usurping ways would bother Megatron, if Stryfe had not openly stated he would never challenge him. Megatron respects Stryfe's amibiton, but unlike others, Stryfe has the humility and straightforwardness to realize he is outclassed. Megatron is happy to keep Stryfe, and his big brain, around; taken he keeps his place as Megatron's subordinate.

Other Decepticons have mixed reactions to Stryfe. They see him for what he is, an excellent tactician and battlefield commander with the firepower to blast through almost anything. Some Decepticons like this about him, they consider him a great asset to the cause. Others despise Stryfe, mainly because they are threatened by him. They see him as others do, and someone they may one day take orders from, whether it is as Megatron's sub-commander or not. This places him at high ends with other Decepticons brass such as Starscream and Shockwave. Adding to the general dislike of Stryfe is that no one on his body is the Decepticon brand. When approached about where his loyalties lay, Stryfe says that he fights with the Decepticons now, his past does not matter. His kind and cause died out long ago, he has now dedicated himself to the Decepticon cause. If he was asked to, he would have the brand placed on him, but no one ever asks.

Powers/Abilities:
Plasma-disruptor cannon: This cannon design is one of the most powerful ever built in recent memory, secondary to perhaps only Megatron's or Shockwave's. The plasma portion releases a ball of energy sligthly before becomming solid matter. Upon hitting a target a massive amount of energy is released in a violent green flash. In addition to this the disruptor portion allows the beam to ignore most shields unless they are of the highest quality (Ie: Trailbreaker) Upon hitting the target the disruptor portion will break matter down into is most base components, painfully.

Ion Scythe: A large blade atop a long pole. It has ionic particles weaved into the blade, allowing the current of opponents circuits to flow slower, along with it's natural slashing ability.

Stryfe is a planner and is best left behind the first wave to troubl;e shoot any holes in the plans he has devised, when he does enter the battle arena his cannon can cut through just about anything. His huge, bulking form is complemented by impressive, yet not impregnable armor. He can be counted on to stand his ground until victory is acheieved or a retreat is ordered. Can fly in robot mode. Is capable of carrying one decepticon in his back bay, given they are not as large as say Megatron or Blitzwing.

Weaknesses: Stryfe is a large, bulky transformer. His size and armor make him slow and he is at a loss in hand to hand combat. His high standinging with Megatron puts him in a bad position with other Decepticon brass. Stryfe's older design leads to system failures that other, newer Decepticon programming have made obsolete.

Sample post:
Stryfe drove drove down what the Hu-Mahns called Interstate 95. His mission from Megatron was simple: Eliminate the Hu-mahn scientist Dr. Ebeneizer Marconi, and do not be seen. The Decepticons were still in te early stages of the Integration stages on this planet and they tended to stay that way. Stryfe thought about this as he moved down I-95 at 65 mph. Well with-in normal hu-mahn speed laws. He notcied how other cars on the road moved out of his way. Stryfe did so love his choice as a hearse for an alternate mode. He quickly came across his target on the road. A limo carrying the good doctor, which had an escort: two Autobots, Jabronibot and Incompitron. Stryfe recalled why Megatron wanted this hu-mahn in particular dead.

He was the Earth's foremost expert on electro-magnetism. A weapon of such a scale could pose a great risk to Decepticons, even the Autobots. Stryfe wondered why the two Autobot lackies coddled this biped. He also remembeered how Starscream had lobbied heavilly for this mission. The seeker went on, I am the fgastest Decepticon, I can take this target out with ease and be gone before anyone relaized it! Stryfe laughed at this, reminding Megatron that am unregistered supersonic jet firing rockets at a civilian target would certainly garner unwanted attention. He also added, as a personal attack, that Starscream was a child and could only succeed in the simplest of tasks. Stryfe was awarded this mission as Megatron snickered at his comment. Stryfe remembered it all so vividly he almost missed the limo pulling off I95 with it's escorts to an abondened dock outisde Boston.

"Perfect" Stryfe thought to himself. "I'll scrap those two underlings and erase the doctor from existence without anyone batting an optic." Stryfe sped up behind the Autobots and slammed into the back of Jabronibot, who quickly jumped into the air and transformed. Incompitron followed suit. Stryfe did as well, holding his ion scythe in his hand. The limo also came screeching to a hault.

Jabronibot called out angrilly: "I don't know who you are Mister, but your bad driving will leave your driving priveliges revoked!" The two Autobots charged their weapons up. Stryfe, the fast thinker, fired at a nearby building, trapping the two as it crumpled into debris.

Stryfe had a smirk on his faceplate as he replied, "Lazy and sloppy, together again...I'll finish you off in a minute. I need a word with the good doctor first."

Incompitron, trying to distract Stryfe screamed at him, "DOn't you touch him you freak..." As he spoke, Stryfe swung his scythe, effectively cutting off the bottom of the Autobot's face. No more would be heard from him.

Jabronibot was amazed at the forcity of the attack, and sadly exclaimed " H-his face!"
Stryfe quickly looked back, "Keep it." He then continued on to the limo. He picked the vehicle up and pulled Ebeneizer Marconi out of it in his hand. Stryfe then threw the limo into the near-by river.

Stryfe pulled the doctor up to his optic level. "Dr. Marconi I presume. While I do find your work in electro-magnetism quite fascinating, I'm afarid your pitiful excuse of existence must come to and end, permenatly. It's nothing personal...if I had my way you'd be researching that field for me. Unfortunately for you the boys who crunch the numbers see you as a bad expenditure of resources. A pity really, but who am I to question the mighty Megatron? I'm STRYFE THAT'S WHO I AM!"

With that Stryfe closed the grip on his fist and watched as the doctor was crushed between his fingers and his fluids ran onto Stryfe's hand. Stryfe reveled in this for a moment then turned back to the AUtobots. He noticed a small distortion in the air near them. Evident of a gas leak from the building Stryfe collapsed.

Jabronibot, still struggling to get free questioned his new adversary,
"So, Stryfe is your name? You won't get away with this you know. The Autobots will be on you like..."

Stryfe interupted: "The Autobots will have no idea I was ever here. Do you know why there is no entry for me in your little database? I don't leave evidence or witnesses...but, just for fun, take a look at the mech that will terminate you." Stryfe removed his helmet, revelaing his true face to the doomed Autobot.

Jabronibot was stunned, he couldn't believe his optics: "You..look just like...is it possible..." As he spoke Stryfe lifted his cannon and fired at the gas leak. He watched the fiery blaze engulf the area as he put his helmet back on, and replied to the now terminal Autobot

"I know...it's disturbing isn't it? Imagine how much it haunts me.." With that Stryfe, was back on the road in hearse mode. A greta satisfaction overwhelmed him. Two dead autobots, a dead biped, and not a witness for miles. The blaze will take care of any evidence. It was perfect. Stryfe could not wait to rub it into Starscream's face.

eldritch wrote:As you request.

The optical disruption project bends light waves within a ranged area, causing a sense of 'nausea' in some, and disorientation. At most, the bending of light can cause objects to appear closer, further away, or different colors. In bots with an intelligence of 3 or lower, it can also sometimes cause mirror vision for a brief time. Usually the effect of the projector only lasts a few seconds, more than enough time to escape or get a single shot in an ambush.

An extended sample post: The optic circuits of the bot scanned deeply around the canyon's interior. He'd placed scrapped parts he'd mixed and moulded onto the ground, shaping it like a scrap iron ragdoll. He stood precisely still, sun bouncing off of the crystal in the reflector. He couldn't give his creation any colors other than white or silver though. Perhaps it would be enough to fool an autobot.

It was not his plan, and he'd rather be spending his time working out a new forumla out of the earthling sand. Only one entrance into the canyon, and his five comrades were there. A com-link was established with base. Supposedly, Soundwave was out there simulating the voice of one of the bots, and they'd be rushing to the canyon. With the 6 constructicons covering the only entrance, there was a sure bet, their plan was to use the boulders they'd been given for cover, to be pushed down onto the unsuspectic bots below. Any who survived, were instructed to take the wrath of Devastator. He had distaste of being merely a leg. It always jostled the load in his mix tank, and valuable components were always taken to fuel the behemoth.

This time, he couldn't let himself fall behind and cause Devastator to tumble.

>>"Hey Mix. Keep alert. Smog in the distance. None of the decepticons are supposed to be in the area. Gotta be bots."<<
Mix sucked air into his audio, causing a brief bit of static through the line. >>Affirmitive. Looks like you'll get to play like you always wanted, eh, Haul?<<
He ignored the response and went back to his projection image. He'd taken a few energon crystals, fuel, and a little bit of the human trees. They made for good fuel combined together, listening contently to the contents sloshing and stirring, hungrily bubbling inside. "This batch of fuel will be a fun one..."

Mixmaster is approved. He can start in the Decepticon base thread.

Marlboro Man wrote:Name: Stryfe
Allegiance: Decepticons
Alternate mode: Cadillac Hearse
Primary Function: Miltary Intelligence

Motto: If knowledge is power, than to be unknown is to be unstoppable.

Ranged weapon: Arm-mounted Plasma-Disruptor Cannon
Melee weapon: Ion Scythe

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

Height: 35 feet (Ultra Magnus' size if permissible)

Profile:
Brilliant, devious, cunning, arrogant, dastardly, cold, calculating, and a macbre alternate mode: these are a few of the words to describe the massive Stryfe. Not much is known about him, which is how he likes it. The less transformers that know about him, the less that can stop him. What is apparent about Stryfe is that he is OLD. No one is quite sure how old, only that he bears the design of ancient transformers, possibly generation 1 or earlier. To further add to this confusion, Stryfe wears a spiked helmet concealing what his true face looks like. Only his crimson optics shine through, and a little of what would be his mouth. He warns other Decepticons that his helmet is incredibly difficult to remove for an outsider and is severly booby-trapped. No one has ever attempted to remove it.

Stryfe is very ambitious and makes no attempt to hide that he wants to lead the Decepticons. He is also quick to add thathe will never challenge Megatron directly, knowing Stryfe would end up a smoldering wreck in the scrap heap. This leads to an odd relationship with Megatron. Megatron respects Stryfe, and knows his intellect and strategy is beyond reproach. His ambitious, usurping ways would bother Megatron, if Stryfe had not openly stated he would never challenge him. Megatron respects Stryfe's amibiton, but unlike others, Stryfe has the humility and straightforwardness to realize he is outclassed. Megatron is happy to keep Stryfe, and his big brain, around; taken he keeps his place as Megatron's subordinate.

Other Decepticons have mixed reactions to Stryfe. They see him for what he is, an excellent tactician and battlefield commander with the firepower to blast through almost anything. Some Decepticons like this about him, they consider him a great asset to the cause. Others despise Stryfe, mainly because they are threatened by him. They see him as others do, and someone they may one day take orders from, whether it is as Megatron's sub-commander or not. This places him at high ends with other Decepticons brass such as Starscream and Shockwave. Adding to the general dislike of Stryfe is that no one on his body is the Decepticon brand. When approached about where his loyalties lay, Stryfe says that he fights with the Decepticons now, his past does not matter. His kind and cause died out long ago, he has now dedicated himself to the Decepticon cause. If he was asked to, he would have the brand placed on him, but no one ever asks.

Powers/Abilities:
Plasma-disruptor cannon: This cannon design is one of the most powerful ever built in recent memory, secondary to perhaps only Megatron's or Shockwave's. The plasma portion releases a ball of energy sligthly before becomming solid matter. Upon hitting a target a massive amount of energy is released in a violent green flash. In addition to this the disruptor portion allows the beam to ignore most shields unless they are of the highest quality (Ie: Trailbreaker) Upon hitting the target the disruptor portion will break matter down into is most base components, painfully.

Ion Scythe: A large blade atop a long pole. It has ionic particles weaved into the blade, allowing the current of opponents circuits to flow slower, along with it's natural slashing ability.

Stryfe is a planner and is best left behind the first wave to troubl;e shoot any holes in the plans he has devised, when he does enter the battle arena his cannon can cut through just about anything. His huge, bulking form is complemented by impressive, yet not impregnable armor. He can be counted on to stand his ground until victory is acheieved or a retreat is ordered. Can fly in robot mode. Is capable of carrying one decepticon in his back bay, given they are not as large as say Megatron or Blitzwing.

Weaknesses: Stryfe is a large, bulky transformer. His size and armor make him slow and he is at a loss in hand to hand combat. His high standinging with Megatron puts him in a bad position with other Decepticon brass. Stryfe's older design leads to system failures that other, newer Decepticon programming have made obsolete.

Sample post:
Stryfe drove drove down what the Hu-Mahns called Interstate 95. His mission from Megatron was simple: Eliminate the Hu-mahn scientist Dr. Ebeneizer Marconi, and do not be seen. The Decepticons were still in te early stages of the Integration stages on this planet and they tended to stay that way. Stryfe thought about this as he moved down I-95 at 65 mph. Well with-in normal hu-mahn speed laws. He notcied how other cars on the road moved out of his way. Stryfe did so love his choice as a hearse for an alternate mode. He quickly came across his target on the road. A limo carrying the good doctor, which had an escort: two Autobots, Jabronibot and Incompitron. Stryfe recalled why Megatron wanted this hu-mahn in particular dead.

He was the Earth's foremost expert on electro-magnetism. A weapon of such a scale could pose a great risk to Decepticons, even the Autobots. Stryfe wondered why the two Autobot lackies coddled this biped. He also remembeered how Starscream had lobbied heavilly for this mission. The seeker went on, I am the fgastest Decepticon, I can take this target out with ease and be gone before anyone relaized it! Stryfe laughed at this, reminding Megatron that am unregistered supersonic jet firing rockets at a civilian target would certainly garner unwanted attention. He also added, as a personal attack, that Starscream was a child and could only succeed in the simplest of tasks. Stryfe was awarded this mission as Megatron snickered at his comment. Stryfe remembered it all so vividly he almost missed the limo pulling off I95 with it's escorts to an abondened dock outisde Boston.

"Perfect" Stryfe thought to himself. "I'll scrap those two underlings and erase the doctor from existence without anyone batting an optic." Stryfe sped up behind the Autobots and slammed into the back of Jabronibot, who quickly jumped into the air and transformed. Incompitron followed suit. Stryfe did as well, holding his ion scythe in his hand. The limo also came screeching to a hault.

Jabronibot called out angrilly: "I don't know who you are Mister, but your bad driving will leave your driving priveliges revoked!" The two Autobots charged their weapons up. Stryfe, the fast thinker, fired at a nearby building, trapping the two as it crumpled into debris.

Stryfe had a smirk on his faceplate as he replied, "Lazy and sloppy, together again...I'll finish you off in a minute. I need a word with the good doctor first."

Incompitron, trying to distract Stryfe screamed at him, "DOn't you touch him you freak..." As he spoke, Stryfe swung his scythe, effectively cutting off the bottom of the Autobot's face. No more would be heard from him.

Jabronibot was amazed at the forcity of the attack, and sadly exclaimed " H-his face!"
Stryfe quickly looked back, "Keep it." He then continued on to the limo. He picked the vehicle up and pulled Ebeneizer Marconi out of it in his hand. Stryfe then threw the limo into the near-by river.

Stryfe pulled the doctor up to his optic level. "Dr. Marconi I presume. While I do find your work in electro-magnetism quite fascinating, I'm afarid your pitiful excuse of existence must come to and end, permenatly. It's nothing personal...if I had my way you'd be researching that field for me. Unfortunately for you the boys who crunch the numbers see you as a bad expenditure of resources. A pity really, but who am I to question the mighty Megatron? I'm STRYFE THAT'S WHO I AM!"

With that Stryfe closed the grip on his fist and watched as the doctor was crushed between his fingers and his fluids ran onto Stryfe's hand. Stryfe reveled in this for a moment then turned back to the AUtobots. He noticed a small distortion in the air near them. Evident of a gas leak from the building Stryfe collapsed.

Jabronibot, still struggling to get free questioned his new adversary,
"So, Stryfe is your name? You won't get away with this you know. The Autobots will be on you like..."

Stryfe interupted: "The Autobots will have no idea I was ever here. Do you know why there is no entry for me in your little database? I don't leave evidence or witnesses...but, just for fun, take a look at the mech that will terminate you." Stryfe removed his helmet, revelaing his true face to the doomed Autobot.

Jabronibot was stunned, he couldn't believe his optics: "You..look just like...is it possible..." As he spoke Stryfe lifted his cannon and fired at the gas leak. He watched the fiery blaze engulf the area as he put his helmet back on, and replied to the now terminal Autobot

"I know...it's disturbing isn't it? Imagine how much it haunts me.." With that Stryfe, was back on the road in hearse mode. A greta satisfaction overwhelmed him. Two dead autobots, a dead biped, and not a witness for miles. The blaze will take care of any evidence. It was perfect. Stryfe could not wait to rub it into Starscream's face.

I don't think this character is going to work as is. His height is too tall. I don't like the idea of him being ancient or at least so much older than the other Transformers. His ambitions would likely have gotten him killed long ago, especially since he makes no secret of them. Even if Megatron didn't kill him likely someone else would just to get him out of the way. The specific mentions of how Megatron treats him and thinks about him also don't work. In general mentions of other characters like that should be avoided in applications unless you have permission of the player. His cannon, while it is powerful, isn't as powerful as described. It would be a few steps down from Megatron's fusion cannon and the like but still on the upper end. With a melee of 3 he would be a pretty poor fighter with his scythe. If that was your intention with it then it should probably be mentioned somewhere in the profile.

I think the real problem is you are trying to do a bit too much with this character. I think the idea of a military intelligence or a strategist could work but I don't think he should be an ancient Transformer with aspirations for leadership. Tone those parts down a bit and we can take another look at this character.

No problemo chiefs! I'll do my best with what I got, tone down the ancietness, the aspirations, the cannon...was the sample ok, as the idea of the helmet? I hate rewriting things 3 or 4 times and then finding out the sample was inadequate...

So Here's Stryfe, take 2:

Name: Stryfe
Allegiance: Decepticons
Alternate mode: Cadillac Hearse
Primary Function: Miltary Intelligence

Motto: If knowledge is power, than to be unknown is to be unstoppable.

Ranged weapon: Arm-mounted Disruptor Cannon
Melee weapon: Ion Scythe

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

Height: 32 feet (standard size for ground based Transformer)

Profile:
Brilliant, devious, cunning, arrogant, dastardly, cold, calculating, and a macbre alternate mode: these are a few of the words to describe the massive Stryfe. Not much is known about him, which is how he likes it. The less transformers that know about him, the less that can stop him. No one is even really sure where he came from. There are no specific information available about Stryfe in either the Decepticon or Autobot databases. All other Decepticons know is he pretty much showed up one day, started taking orders and blasting Autobots, adding to this confusion, Stryfe wears a spiked helmet concealing what his true face looks like. Only his crimson optics shine through, and a little of what would be his mouth. He warns other Decepticons that his helmet is incredibly difficult to remove for an outsider and is severly booby-trapped. No one has ever attempted to remove it.

Stryfe is very ambitious, he sees himself leading ALL Decepticons one day when others realize his tactical brillaince. he is however a realist. He knows any direct challenge to Megatron will end with Stryfe as a smoldering wreck on the scrap heap. He makes vyes for power behind the scenes, goading others to take down Megatron, and further other's machinations until Stryfe can seize control of the entire situation.

Other Decepticons have mixed reactions to Stryfe. They see him for what he is, an excellent tactician and battlefield commander with the firepower to blast through almost anything. Some Decepticons like this about him, they consider him a great asset to the cause. Others despise Stryfe, mainly because they are threatened by him. They see him as others do, and someone they may one day take orders from, whether it is as Megatron's sub-commander or not. This places him at high ends with other Decepticons brass Adding to the general dislike of Stryfe is that no one on his body is the Decepticon brand. When approached about where his loyalties lay, Stryfe says that he fights with the Decepticons now, his past does not matter. His kind and cause died out long ago, he has now dedicated himself to the Decepticon cause. If he was asked to, he would have the brand placed on him, but no one ever asks.

Powers/Abilities:
Disruptor Cannon: This cannon design is one of the most powerful ever built in recent memory, a level or two behind perhaps only Megatron's or Shockwave's. The disruptor cannon allows the beam to ignore most shields unless they are of the highest quality (Ie: Trailbreaker) Upon hitting the target the disruptor portion will break matter down into is most base components, painfully.

Ion Scythe: A large blade atop a long pole. It has ionic particles weaved into the blade, allowing the current of opponents circuits to flow slower, along with it's natural slashing ability.

Stryfe is a planner and is best left behind the first wave to troubl;e shoot any holes in the plans he has devised, when he does enter the battle arena his cannon can cut through just about anything. His huge, bulking form is complemented by impressive, yet not impregnable armor. He can be counted on to stand his ground until victory is acheieved or a retreat is ordered. Can fly in robot mode. Is capable of carrying one decepticon in his back bay, given they are not as large as say Megatron or Blitzwing.

Weaknesses: Stryfe is a large, bulky transformer. His size and armor make him slow and he is at a loss in hand to hand combat. His arrogance puts him in a bad position with other Decepticon brass. Though he is on the stronger side, Stryfe is too slow to be of any real use in melee combat. The ion scythe he carries is designed more to keep at a distance, rather than be looked up with smaller, swifter, more dexterious enemies.

Sample post:
Stryfe drove drove down what the Hu-Mahns called Interstate 95. His mission from Megatron was simple: Eliminate the Hu-mahn scientist Dr. Ebeneizer Marconi, and do not be seen. The Decepticons were still in te early stages of the Integration stages on this planet and they tended to stay that way. Stryfe thought about this as he moved down I-95 at 65 mph. Well with-in normal hu-mahn speed laws. He notcied how other cars on the road moved out of his way. Stryfe did so love his choice as a hearse for an alternate mode. He quickly came across his target on the road. A limo carrying the good doctor, which had an escort: two Autobots, Jabronibot and Incompitron. Stryfe recalled why Megatron wanted this hu-mahn in particular dead.

He was the Earth's foremost expert on electro-magnetism. A weapon of such a scale could pose a great risk to Decepticons, even the Autobots. Stryfe wondered why the two Autobot lackies coddled this biped. He also remembered how Starscream had lobbied heavilly for this mission.

The seeker went on: "I am the fastest Decepticon, I can take this target out with ease and be gone before anyone relaized it!"

Stryfe laughed at this, reminding Megatron that am unregistered supersonic jet firing rockets at a civilian target would certainly garner unwanted attention. He also added, as a personal attack, that Starscream was a child and could only succeed in the simplest of tasks. Stryfe was awarded this mission as Megatron snickered at his comment. Stryfe remembered it all so vividly he almost missed the limo pulling off I95 with it's escorts to an abondened dock outisde Boston.

"Perfect" Stryfe thought to himself. "I'll scrap those two underlings and erase the doctor from existence without anyone batting an optic." Stryfe sped up behind the Autobots and slammed into the back of Jabronibot, who quickly jumped into the air and transformed. Incompitron followed suit. Stryfe did as well, holding his ion scythe in his hand. The limo also came screeching to a hault.

Jabronibot called out angrilly: "I don't know who you are Mister, but your bad driving will leave your driving priveliges revoked!" The two Autobots charged their weapons up. Stryfe, the fast thinker, fired at a nearby building, trapping the two as it crumpled into debris.

Stryfe had a smirk on his faceplate as he replied, "Lazy and sloppy, together again...I'll finish you off in a minute. I need a word with the good doctor first."

Incompitron, trying to distract Stryfe screamed at him, "DOn't you touch him you freak..." As he spoke, Stryfe swung his scythe, effectively cutting off the bottom of the Autobot's face. No more would be heard from him.

Jabronibot was amazed at the forcity of the attack, and sadly exclaimed " H-his face!"

Stryfe quickly looked back, "Keep it." He then continued on to the limo. He picked the vehicle up and pulled Ebeneizer Marconi out of it in his hand. Stryfe then threw the limo into the near-by river.

Stryfe pulled the doctor up to his optic level. "Dr. Marconi I presume. While I do find your work in electro-magnetism quite fascinating, I'm afarid your pitiful excuse of existence must come to and end, permenatly. It's nothing personal...if I had my way you'd be researching that field for me. Unfortunately for you the boys who crunch the numbers see you as a bad expenditure of resources. A pity really, but who am I to question the mighty Megatron? I'm STRYFE THAT'S WHO I AM!"

With that Stryfe closed the grip on his fist and watched as the doctor was crushed between his fingers and his fluids ran onto Stryfe's hand. Stryfe reveled in this for a moment then turned back to the AUtobots. He noticed a small distortion in the air near them. Evident of a gas leak from the building Stryfe collapsed.

Jabronibot, still struggling to get free questioned his new adversary,
"So, Stryfe is your name? You won't get away with this you know. The Autobots will be on you like..."

Stryfe interupted: "The Autobots will have no idea I was ever here. Do you know why there is no entry for me in your little database? I don't leave evidence or witnesses...but, just for fun, take a look at the mech that will terminate you." Stryfe removed his helmet, revelaing his true face to the doomed Autobot.

Jabronibot was stunned, he couldn't believe his optics: "You..look just like...is it possible..." As he spoke Stryfe lifted his cannon and fired at the gas leak. He watched the fiery blaze engulf the area as he put his helmet back on, and replied to the now terminal Autobot

"I know...it's disturbing isn't it? Imagine how much it haunts me.." With that Stryfe, was back on the road in hearse mode. A great satisfaction overwhelmed him. Two dead autobots, a dead biped, and not a witness for miles. The blaze will take care of any evidence. It was perfect. Stryfe could not wait to rub it into Starscream's face.

ANything else I need to change please give me it all in a lump sum so I can do it all at once. Thanks!

Marlboro Man wrote:No problemo chiefs! I'll do my best with what I got, tone down the ancietness, the aspirations, the cannon...was the sample ok, as the idea of the helmet? I hate rewriting things 3 or 4 times and then finding out the sample was inadequate...

So Here's Stryfe, take 2:

Name: Stryfe
Allegiance: Decepticons
Alternate mode: Cadillac Hearse
Primary Function: Miltary Intelligence

Motto: If knowledge is power, than to be unknown is to be unstoppable.

Ranged weapon: Arm-mounted Disruptor Cannon
Melee weapon: Ion Scythe

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

Height: 32 feet (standard size for ground based Transformer)

Profile:
Brilliant, devious, cunning, arrogant, dastardly, cold, calculating, and a macbre alternate mode: these are a few of the words to describe the massive Stryfe. Not much is known about him, which is how he likes it. The less transformers that know about him, the less that can stop him. No one is even really sure where he came from. There are no specific information available about Stryfe in either the Decepticon or Autobot databases. All other Decepticons know is he pretty much showed up one day, started taking orders and blasting Autobots, adding to this confusion, Stryfe wears a spiked helmet concealing what his true face looks like. Only his crimson optics shine through, and a little of what would be his mouth. He warns other Decepticons that his helmet is incredibly difficult to remove for an outsider and is severly booby-trapped. No one has ever attempted to remove it.

Stryfe is very ambitious, he sees himself leading ALL Decepticons one day when others realize his tactical brillaince. he is however a realist. He knows any direct challenge to Megatron will end with Stryfe as a smoldering wreck on the scrap heap. He makes vyes for power behind the scenes, goading others to take down Megatron, and further other's machinations until Stryfe can seize control of the entire situation.

Other Decepticons have mixed reactions to Stryfe. They see him for what he is, an excellent tactician and battlefield commander with the firepower to blast through almost anything. Some Decepticons like this about him, they consider him a great asset to the cause. Others despise Stryfe, mainly because they are threatened by him. They see him as others do, and someone they may one day take orders from, whether it is as Megatron's sub-commander or not. This places him at high ends with other Decepticons brass Adding to the general dislike of Stryfe is that no one on his body is the Decepticon brand. When approached about where his loyalties lay, Stryfe says that he fights with the Decepticons now, his past does not matter. His kind and cause died out long ago, he has now dedicated himself to the Decepticon cause. If he was asked to, he would have the brand placed on him, but no one ever asks.

Powers/Abilities:
Disruptor Cannon: This cannon design is one of the most powerful ever built in recent memory, a level or two behind perhaps only Megatron's or Shockwave's. The disruptor cannon allows the beam to ignore most shields unless they are of the highest quality (Ie: Trailbreaker) Upon hitting the target the disruptor portion will break matter down into is most base components, painfully.

Ion Scythe: A large blade atop a long pole. It has ionic particles weaved into the blade, allowing the current of opponents circuits to flow slower, along with it's natural slashing ability.

Stryfe is a planner and is best left behind the first wave to troubl;e shoot any holes in the plans he has devised, when he does enter the battle arena his cannon can cut through just about anything. His huge, bulking form is complemented by impressive, yet not impregnable armor. He can be counted on to stand his ground until victory is acheieved or a retreat is ordered. Can fly in robot mode. Is capable of carrying one decepticon in his back bay, given they are not as large as say Megatron or Blitzwing.

Weaknesses: Stryfe is a large, bulky transformer. His size and armor make him slow and he is at a loss in hand to hand combat. His arrogance puts him in a bad position with other Decepticon brass. Though he is on the stronger side, Stryfe is too slow to be of any real use in melee combat. The ion scythe he carries is designed more to keep at a distance, rather than be looked up with smaller, swifter, more dexterious enemies.

Sample post:
Stryfe drove drove down what the Hu-Mahns called Interstate 95. His mission from Megatron was simple: Eliminate the Hu-mahn scientist Dr. Ebeneizer Marconi, and do not be seen. The Decepticons were still in te early stages of the Integration stages on this planet and they tended to stay that way. Stryfe thought about this as he moved down I-95 at 65 mph. Well with-in normal hu-mahn speed laws. He notcied how other cars on the road moved out of his way. Stryfe did so love his choice as a hearse for an alternate mode. He quickly came across his target on the road. A limo carrying the good doctor, which had an escort: two Autobots, Jabronibot and Incompitron. Stryfe recalled why Megatron wanted this hu-mahn in particular dead.

He was the Earth's foremost expert on electro-magnetism. A weapon of such a scale could pose a great risk to Decepticons, even the Autobots. Stryfe wondered why the two Autobot lackies coddled this biped. He also remembered how Starscream had lobbied heavilly for this mission.

The seeker went on: "I am the fastest Decepticon, I can take this target out with ease and be gone before anyone relaized it!"

Stryfe laughed at this, reminding Megatron that am unregistered supersonic jet firing rockets at a civilian target would certainly garner unwanted attention. He also added, as a personal attack, that Starscream was a child and could only succeed in the simplest of tasks. Stryfe was awarded this mission as Megatron snickered at his comment. Stryfe remembered it all so vividly he almost missed the limo pulling off I95 with it's escorts to an abondened dock outisde Boston.

"Perfect" Stryfe thought to himself. "I'll scrap those two underlings and erase the doctor from existence without anyone batting an optic." Stryfe sped up behind the Autobots and slammed into the back of Jabronibot, who quickly jumped into the air and transformed. Incompitron followed suit. Stryfe did as well, holding his ion scythe in his hand. The limo also came screeching to a hault.

Jabronibot called out angrilly: "I don't know who you are Mister, but your bad driving will leave your driving priveliges revoked!" The two Autobots charged their weapons up. Stryfe, the fast thinker, fired at a nearby building, trapping the two as it crumpled into debris.

Stryfe had a smirk on his faceplate as he replied, "Lazy and sloppy, together again...I'll finish you off in a minute. I need a word with the good doctor first."

Incompitron, trying to distract Stryfe screamed at him, "DOn't you touch him you freak..." As he spoke, Stryfe swung his scythe, effectively cutting off the bottom of the Autobot's face. No more would be heard from him.

Jabronibot was amazed at the forcity of the attack, and sadly exclaimed " H-his face!"

Stryfe quickly looked back, "Keep it." He then continued on to the limo. He picked the vehicle up and pulled Ebeneizer Marconi out of it in his hand. Stryfe then threw the limo into the near-by river.

Stryfe pulled the doctor up to his optic level. "Dr. Marconi I presume. While I do find your work in electro-magnetism quite fascinating, I'm afarid your pitiful excuse of existence must come to and end, permenatly. It's nothing personal...if I had my way you'd be researching that field for me. Unfortunately for you the boys who crunch the numbers see you as a bad expenditure of resources. A pity really, but who am I to question the mighty Megatron? I'm STRYFE THAT'S WHO I AM!"

With that Stryfe closed the grip on his fist and watched as the doctor was crushed between his fingers and his fluids ran onto Stryfe's hand. Stryfe reveled in this for a moment then turned back to the AUtobots. He noticed a small distortion in the air near them. Evident of a gas leak from the building Stryfe collapsed.

Jabronibot, still struggling to get free questioned his new adversary,
"So, Stryfe is your name? You won't get away with this you know. The Autobots will be on you like..."

Stryfe interupted: "The Autobots will have no idea I was ever here. Do you know why there is no entry for me in your little database? I don't leave evidence or witnesses...but, just for fun, take a look at the mech that will terminate you." Stryfe removed his helmet, revelaing his true face to the doomed Autobot.

Jabronibot was stunned, he couldn't believe his optics: "You..look just like...is it possible..." As he spoke Stryfe lifted his cannon and fired at the gas leak. He watched the fiery blaze engulf the area as he put his helmet back on, and replied to the now terminal Autobot

"I know...it's disturbing isn't it? Imagine how much it haunts me.." With that Stryfe, was back on the road in hearse mode. A great satisfaction overwhelmed him. Two dead autobots, a dead biped, and not a witness for miles. The blaze will take care of any evidence. It was perfect. Stryfe could not wait to rub it into Starscream's face.

ANything else I need to change please give me it all in a lump sum so I can do it all at once. Thanks!

Make his height 30ft.

Ditch the helmet idea. Transformers typically don't wear helmets. He can have a mouthplate and a visor for eyes if you want like Soundwave but that would be his face.

The disruptor cannon is not one of the most powerful weapons ever built. Remove all comparisons of it to Megatron or Shockwave's weapons. It does not compare to them. It is a powerful weapon but it doesn't warrant this type of description or comparison.

I'm not sure what you mean by carrying another Decepticon in his back bay. His vehicle mode wouldn't allow anyone much bigger than Rumble to fit inside of him.

With a melee of 4 and dexterity of 3 he would be truly terrible with his scythe weapon to the point of being clumsy with it. He would likely be a hazard to himself and allies when he wields it. If you insist on him having it he can, I just want you to know exactly how bad he would be with it. A weapon like that would likely be awkward for someone who even has higher dexterity and melee skills.

The sample post could use a run through a spellchecker. Also I'd prefer if you used more real sounding Transformer names in it. Keep in mind that Starscream is a higher ranking Decepticon than yours and is quite powerful and cunning in his own right. Publicly snubbing or ridiculing him would likely have severe consequences. Also realize that while you can kill a couple of Autobots in a sample post it won't be that easy in real posting.

Make all of those changes and have the reflected in the sample post as well and we'll take another look at it.

Also, no sigs in RPG forums please.

Name: Hound
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Scout
Alternate mode: Jeep Wrangler
Weapons: Shoulder-mounted missile launcher, hologram gun, machine gun
Special Ability: Topographical scanning ability, Limited holographic projection system
Height: 30 Feet (9.1 Meters)
Quote: "Observe everything, remember even more."

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

Profile: Hound had once known a time without fighting, but he had never known peace. As the seeds of war were being planted, he was a member of the Koan Security Force. He was called upon as Megatron led his prison break, his security team not strong enough to prevent
their defeat, and more importantly, the death of Sentinel Prime. He has since become a staple of the Autobot army. Gentle and kind, it's a wonder how Hound would ever come to pick up a weapon, though few would regret he did. His experiences during the war have left him envious of Earth and it's simple, organic ways. He secretly wishes to be human.

Abilities: While in his jeep mode, Hound uses his turret gun to sweep over the landscape from horizon to horizon, like a radar scope, and, with the help of internal 3-dimensional simulation circuitry, stores this information as a topographical map. Error distortion is no more than one inch per 150 feet distance from point of data collection. In robot mode, Hound's turret gun becomes an infrared radiation collector. It can detect heat differentials as small as .02 degrees Centigrade, and he uses this ability in tracking machines as well as humans. Hound's shoulder-mounted hologram gun can project 3-dimensional grid laser light images of terrain maps stored in his memory. He sometimes also can use it to cast simple illusions.

Weaknesses: Hound's infrared tracking ability can be countered by thermal interference. High frequency electromagnetic waves can distort or completely destroy his map-making ability. Sophisticated manipulation of such waves can even result in the recording of false images within his memory circuits.

Sample: [This is completely unrelated to the story established for the Roleplay.]

<<Optimus Prime to Hound, come in Hound.>>

The radio would receive no immediate answer from the Scout. Far too engrossed in his research, Hound continued to absorb the terrain around him. He was perched atop a hill within a wooded area, needing to hold still to allow his radar to fully dissect the forest. He had no problem with that, taking a seat against a large oak. He sighed, momentarily shutting his optics. He could feel his consciousness begin to drift off into the trees...

<<Optimus Prime to Hound, are you there?>>

"This is Hound." His optics would drift amongst his surroundings, following the flight of a bird, almost childishly. The avian examined the metal obelisk, fluttering briefly above him before landing on his shoulder. Hound would smile and turn towards it, whispering low. "Hello there.."

<<What is your status, Hound?>>

"I've almost finished scanning the area." He still allowed himself to be distracted by the bird, which now pecked slightly at his metal frame. The autobot laughed, shaking a bit to shoo his new friend off.

<<Return to base as soon as you're finished. There's been some Decepticon activity in the area.>>

"Copy that, Optimus. Hound out." The night was now beginning to creep in, clouds becoming blankets, tucking the light away. It was physical poetry. He was always sad to see it end. He transformed, allowing his engine to rev as his lights lanced out into the trees. He would have to make sure to remember this place.

[Okay, my sample makes use of an NPC, but I figured I could convey the general idea of my RP knowledge better this way.]

So Here's Stryfe, take 3:

Name: Stryfe
Allegiance: Decepticons
Alternate mode: Cadillac Hearse
Primary Function: Miltary Intelligence

Motto: If knowledge is power, than to be unknown is to be unstoppable.

Ranged weapon: Arm-mounted Disruptor Cannon


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

Height: 30 feet (standard size for ground based Transformer)

Profile:
Brilliant, devious, cunning, arrogant, dastardly, cold, calculating, and a macbre alternate mode: these are a few of the words to describe the massive Stryfe. Not much is known about him, which is how he likes it. The less transformers that know about him, the less that can stop him. No one is even really sure where he came from. There is no specific information available about Stryfe in either the Decepticon or Autobot databases. All other Decepticons know is he pretty much showed up one day, started taking orders and blasting Autobots, adding to this confusion is Stryfe's head design. All there is to it are his crimson optics, and a mouth. There is no nose or any other facial distinctions. Nothing to seperate him from others, or to stand out.

Stryfe is very ambitious, he sees himself leading ALL Decepticons one day when others realize his tactical brillaince, he is however a realist. He knows any direct challenge to Megatron will end with Stryfe as a smoldering wreck on the scrap heap. He makes attempts for power behind the scenes, goading others to take down Megatron, and further other's machinations until Stryfe can seize control of the entire situation.

Other Decepticons have mixed reactions to Stryfe. They see him for what he is, an excellent tactician and battlefield commander with the firepower to blast through almost anything. Some Decepticons like this about him, they consider him a great asset to the cause. Others despise Stryfe, mainly because they are threatened by him. They see him as others do, and someone they may one day take orders from, whether it is as Megatron's sub-commander or not. This places him at high ends with other Decepticons brass Adding to the general dislike of Stryfe is that no where on his body is the Decepticon brand. When approached about where his loyalties lay, Stryfe says that he fights with the Decepticons now, his past does not matter. His kind and cause died out long ago, he has now dedicated himself to the Decepticon cause. If he was asked to, he would have the brand placed on him, but no one ever asks.

Powers/Abilities:
Disruptor Cannon: This cannon design is one of the more powerful built in recent memory. The disruptor cannon allows the beam to ignore most shields unless they are of the highest quality (Ie: Trailbreaker) Upon hitting the target the disruptor portion will break matter down into is most base components, painfully.

Stryfe is a planner and is best left behind the first wave to trouble shoot any holes in the plans he has devised, when he does enter the battle arena his cannon can cut through just about anything. His huge, bulking form is complemented by impressive, yet not impregnable armor. He can be counted on to stand his ground until victory is acheieved or a retreat is ordered. Can fly in robot mode.

Weaknesses: Stryfe is a large, bulky transformer. His size and armor make him slow and he is at a loss in hand to hand combat. His arrogance puts him in a bad position with other Decepticon brass. Though he is on the stronger side, Stryfe is too slow to be of any real use in melee combat.

Sample post:
Stryfe drove drove down what the Hu-Mahns called Interstate 95. His mission from Megatron was simple: Eliminate the Hu-mahn scientist Dr. Ebeneizer Marconi, and do not be seen. The Decepticons were still in te early stages of the Integration stages on this planet and they tended to stay that way. Stryfe thought about this as he moved down I-95 at 65 mph. Well with-in normal hu-mahn speed laws. He notcied how other cars on the road moved out of his way. Stryfe did so love his choice as a hearse for an alternate mode. He quickly came across his target on the road. A limo carrying the good doctor, which had an escort: two Autobots, Ferous and Highbeam. Stryfe recalled why Megatron wanted this hu-mahn in particular dead.

He was the Earth's foremost expert on electro-magnetism. A weapon of such a scale could pose a great risk to Decepticons, even the Autobots. Stryfe wondered why the two Autobot lackies coddled this biped. He also remembered how Starscream had lobbied heavilly for this mission.

The seeker went on: "I am the fastest Decepticon, I can take this target out with ease and be gone before anyone relaized it!"

Stryfe laughed at this, reminding Megatron that an unregistered supersonic jet firing rockets at a civilian target would certainly garner unwanted attention. Attention the Decepticons could not afford at this stage. Stryfe was awarded this mission by Megatron. Stryfe remembered it all so vividly he almost missed the limo pulling off I95 with it's escorts to an abondened dock outisde Boston.

"Perfect," Stryfe thought to himself. "I'll scrap those two underlings and erase the doctor from existence without anyone batting an optic." Stryfe sped up behind the Autobots and slammed into the back of Jabronibot, who quickly jumped into the air and transformed. Incompitron followed suit. Stryfe did as well, holding his ion scythe in his hand. The limo also came screeching to a hault.

Ferous called out angrilly: "I don't know who you are Mister, but your bad driving will leave your driving priveliges revoked!" The two Autobots charged their weapons up. Stryfe, the fast thinker, fired at a nearby building, trapping the two as it crumpled into debris.

Stryfe had a smirk on his faceplate as he replied, "Lazy and sloppy, together again...I'll finish you off in a minute. I need a word with the good doctor first."

Highbeam, trying to distract Stryfe screamed at him, "Don't you touch him you freak..." As he spoke, Stryfe fired a small blast from his cannon, effectively cutting off the bottom of the Autobot's face. No more would be heard from him.

Ferous was amazed at the forcity of the attack, and sadly exclaimed " H-his face!"

Stryfe quickly looked back, "Keep it." He then continued on to the limo. He picked the vehicle up and pulled Ebeneizer Marconi out of it in his hand. Stryfe then threw the limo into the near-by river.

Stryfe pulled the doctor up to his optic level. "Dr. Marconi I presume. While I do find your work in electro-magnetism quite fascinating, I'm afarid your pitiful excuse of existence must come to and end, permenatly. It's nothing personal...if I had my way you'd be researching that field for me. Unfortunately for you, the boys who crunch the numbers see you as a bad expenditure of resources. A pity really, but who am I to question the mighty Megatron? I'm STRYFE THAT'S WHO I AM!"

With that Stryfe closed the grip on his fist and watched as the doctor was crushed between his fingers and his fluids ran onto Stryfe's hand. Stryfe reveled in this for a moment then turned back to the AUtobots. He noticed a small distortion in the air near them. Evident of a gas leak from the building Stryfe collapsed.

Ferous, still struggling to get free questioned his new adversary,
"So, Stryfe is your name? You won't get away with this you know. The Autobots will be on you like..."

Stryfe interupted: "The Autobots will have no idea I was ever here. Do you know why there is no entry for me in your little database? I don't leave evidence or witnesses...but, just for fun, take a look at the mech that will terminate you." Stryfe leaned down, getting face to face with the Autobot. Stryfe's bland, featureless face sent a shiver through the Autobot's circuits.

Jabronibot was stunned, he couldn't believe his optics: "You..y-your face...it's just..."

As he spoke Stryfe lifted his cannon and fired at the gas leak. He watched the fiery blaze engulf the area as he transformed back into hearse mode. He replied to the now terminated Autobot:

"I know...it's disturbing isn't it? Imagine how much it haunts me.." With that Stryfe, was back on the road in hearse mode. A great satisfaction overwhelmed him. Two dead autobots, a dead biped, and not a witness for miles. The blaze will take care of any evidence. It was perfect. Stryfe could no wait to see the look on Starscream's face.

Soundwave

Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: Communications
Alt. mode: Nokia N810 Tablet; Formerly Tape Deck
Weapons: Concussion blaster
Special Abilities: Highly advanced sensors (especially audio and wireless); ability to read electrical impulses (telepathy); photographic memory; mass shifting; Cassettes
Height: 33 ft / 10.07 m
Quote: “Cries and screams are music to my ears.”

Strength: 08
Intelligence: 09
Dexterity: 06
Speed: 02
Endurance: 06
Courage: 06
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 09
Melee: 09
Tech Skill: 10
Charisma: 07
Rank: 08

Profile:
What is more valuable to a commander: loyalty or reliability? Loyalty is a luxury, but reliability is a necessity for effective military operations. Soundwave exemplifies the latter while projecting as much of the former as realistically possible. Soundwave is an indispensable lieutenant and a fierce warrior, with seemingly unshakable loyalty to Megatron and the Decepticon cause. Whenever the Decepticon leader enters combat with Soundwave beside him, he is assured that he will perform his duty unerringly.

Those who had the displeasure of crossing paths with him during his long and illustrious career in Internal Affairs might paint a significantly different picture of him. They might describe him as a sadistic manipulator who respected no personal boundary and took voyeuristic pleasure in wresting the secrets of others. They might accuse him of blackmail, graft, and numerous other self-serving corruptions of his position. However, given the sheer volume of dirty secrets housed within the vast memory banks of the Decepticon known as Soundwave, it is little surprise that Megatron pays little heed to what ‘they’ say.

Soundwave is a Decepticon of many talents. His highly tuned sensors can intercept enemy transmissions and detect the faintest whisper of a sound; his scientific background was the basis for his largely self-taught repair skills (his area of particular expertise is cerebral neurocircuitry); his unique telepathic powers let him extract information from any sentient being, mechanical or biological.

He is a skilled and ruthless fighter when necessary, though not a warrior by nature. He is calm, patient, and composed, often to the point of seeming emotionless - but in truth he is simply callous. Though unfailingly loyal to those few who have earned his friendship, Soundwave regards everyone else as a mere tool or plaything.

As an expert in cerebral neurocircuitry and memory processing, Soundwave is able to utilize Autobot prisoners in some truly unique ways. He has no moral constraints against doing so. In fact, one would be hard pressed to find any moral constraints in Soundwave.

Soundwave was the first Decepticon to infiltrate Earth, and he has been here for nearly 25 Earth years. Some of his fellow Decepticons believe that so long a time with only his Cassettes for company has driven the meticulous mastermind mad. Those foolish enough to air such theories are swiftly and subtly reminded just how sharp Soundwave’s hearing is.

Abilities:
Soundwave has great physical strength and intelligence. He is a skilled and highly professional soldier and lieutenant. His internal scanners can detect even the lowest level energy transmissions for communications purposes, as well as sounds that are nearly inaudible to most audio sensors. He can even "read minds" by monitoring the electrical impulses inside someone's brain circuitry, if he's standing within 100 yards of the subject.

He can act as a communications center for the Decepticons, keeping all units within 2000 miles in contact. His internal ECM suite allows him to jam enemy transmissions within the range of 100 miles without help of external amplifiers. This equipment also plays havoc with guided missiles and similar devices. His photographic memory is due to the immense information storage capacity of the dedicated drives in his chest.

Formerly, Soundwave’s alternate mode was that of a cassette player. This form, chosen during the preliminary stages of the Earth Infiltration mission, served him well for many years. The Mass Shifting capabilities of his systems allow him to shrink to the size of a native entertainment device, or one fit for a Cybertronian.

However, he has recently upgraded his alt mode to a Nokia N810 Tablet, with his Cassetticons assuming the form of "Flash Cards" data modules. Disguised as this state of the art all-purpose communications device, Soundwave is once again easily hiding in plain sight.

Soundwave wields a concussion gun and a shoulder mounted, multi-chambered mini-rocket launcher. Soundwave also has great physical strength and is a skilled fighter, able to stand his ground in battle. In both modes, his chest cavity can store the compressed forms of the assorted Decepticon cassettes (aka, Cassetticons), which he can select and launch.

Weaknesses:
He has no specific physical weaknesses. The only thing that can really rattle his composure is a threat to his Cassetticons.

Sample Post:

Heading to Washington DC for an information gathering mission many would assume the target would be the Pentagon, however this was not where Soundwave was heading. It would be foolish to try and infiltrate the Department of Defense’s headquarters at this stage of the Decepticon’s infiltration of earth. Even for one as talented in data collection as Soundwave, the Pentagon was an exceedingly difficult place to get into. His true target would certainly have less advanced security measures than the Pentagon and the information available would give the Decepticons an edge over the Autobots in the war on earth. Soundwave was not so vain as to make a mission more complicated than necessary. The ease of this mission mattered little to Soundwave, only the results mattered.

Flying silently through the night’s sky, Soundwave dispatched Laserbeak to scout the area ahead. Ensuring his ECM was properly masking his and Laserbeak’s flight towards Washington DC, Soundwave briefed Ravage on the part he would play on this mission. It would be Ravage’s job to infiltrate the office building and find a computer terminal that would provide the required information, an easy task for one as stealthy and cunning as Ravage. Soundwave had already provided Ravage with the schematic for the building, all that was left was to get the information he wanted. It would only take a few minutes to download the information into Ravage’s memory. Soundwave would leave the collation and analysis of the data for the trip home, so he’d have something to relieve the monotony of the travel.

A transmission from Laserbeak indicated that the area was clear and ready for the commencement of their operation: global chaos. Soundwave could now see the target ahead of him, again marveling the genius of using the World Bank as the source of the information he required. Ravage would extract all the global monitoring and economic prospect reports he could find, as well as any data that cross-referenced these reports. Such information may seem mundane to other Decepticons, but Soundwave knew how to massage such information to yield much value to their cause. From such reports he could glean the location of precious natural resources in countries that would hardly be able to protect their assets. Furthermore, he could use this information to increase tension in just the right places causing conflicts between neighboring countries. Forcing the humans to kill one another would only make the later task of extermination easier. The predictable Autobots would surely waste their time trying to arrest the decline of human civilization, leaving plenty of opportunity for the Decepticons to refine energon. It was a simple but effective plan.

Descending silently from the sky Soundwave ejected Ravage who transformed and immediately set about getting into the building. Soundwave landed and transformed to conceal himself and monitor the progress of the mission. Hidden beneath some bushes, Soundwave was able to tap into the security systems remotely. This allowed him to see inside and observe Ravage’s progress as well as deactivate the necessary locks for Ravage. The fewer impediments Ravage had to deal with the better. With the way clear for Soundwave’s stealthy comrade there was little left to do but wait.

Laserbeak continued circling the area, watching the watchmen. There were two on the grounds, one of them heading towards Soundwave’s position. Soundwave could detect the neural impulses heading his way. There was a certain urgency to them that was cause for concern. Hearing the scuffing of boots hurrying down the walkway, Soundwave decided to wait and see what would unfold. The sound of the watchman stopped, but Soundwave’s sensors indicated that the watchman was approaching rapidly. Certain that his tiny form would keep him safe Soundwave still did nothing. The man stopped nearly on top of Soundwave, and a quiet zip could be heard followed by the sound of trickling water. Letting out a satisfied sigh, the man relieved himself in the bushes then as he was zipping back up he spotted the faint glow in the bushes. “Hello. What’s this?” The man said as he bent down to find the source of the light. “Looks like someone dropped their phone.” As he reached to pick up the phone, Soundwave transmitted a simple command to Laserbeak. <<Remove the human.>>

Swooping out of the sky Laserbeak caught the man completely unaware and scooped him up in his steel talons. Lifting the screaming man off the ground and carrying up to the top of the office building. Upon reaching the height of the roof Laserbeak released the man who fell screaming to his death. Soundwave was satisfied with Laserbeak’s line of reasoning in this matter. Make it look like a suicide to draw attention away from the events that were transpiring inside. As the second night watchman appeared to find the source of the scream, Ravage emerged from the opposite side of the building having successfully retrieved the necessary data. Soundwave transformed and collected Ravage and Laserbeak, then took off silently into the sky once more. Opening a comm-link to Decepticon HQ, Soundwave made his report. <<Mission complete. Successful retrieval of World Bank data. Returning with full analysis.>>

Gunjack wrote:Name: Hound
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Scout
Alternate mode: Jeep Wrangler
Weapons: Shoulder-mounted missile launcher, hologram gun, machine gun
Special Ability: Topographical scanning ability, Limited holographic projection system
Height: 30 Feet (9.1 Meters)
Quote: "Observe everything, remember even more."

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

Profile: Hound had once known a time without fighting, but he had never known peace. As the seeds of war were being planted, he was a member of the Koan Security Force. He was called upon as Megatron led his prison break, his security team not strong enough to prevent
their defeat, and more importantly, the death of Sentinel Prime. He has since become a staple of the Autobot army. Gentle and kind, it's a wonder how Hound would ever come to pick up a weapon, though few would regret he did. His experiences during the war have left him envious of Earth and it's simple, organic ways. He secretly wishes to be human.

Abilities: While in his jeep mode, Hound uses his turret gun to sweep over the landscape from horizon to horizon, like a radar scope, and, with the help of internal 3-dimensional simulation circuitry, stores this information as a topographical map. Error distortion is no more than one inch per 150 feet distance from point of data collection. In robot mode, Hound's turret gun becomes an infrared radiation collector. It can detect heat differentials as small as .02 degrees Centigrade, and he uses this ability in tracking machines as well as humans. Hound's shoulder-mounted hologram gun can project 3-dimensional grid laser light images of terrain maps stored in his memory. He sometimes also can use it to cast simple illusions.

Weaknesses: Hound's infrared tracking ability can be countered by thermal interference. High frequency electromagnetic waves can distort or completely destroy his map-making ability. Sophisticated manipulation of such waves can even result in the recording of false images within his memory circuits.

Sample: [This is completely unrelated to the story established for the Roleplay.]

<<Optimus Prime to Hound, come in Hound.>>

The radio would receive no immediate answer from the Scout. Far too engrossed in his research, Hound continued to absorb the terrain around him. He was perched atop a hill within a wooded area, needing to hold still to allow his radar to fully dissect the forest. He had no problem with that, taking a seat against a large oak. He sighed, momentarily shutting his optics. He could feel his consciousness begin to drift off into the trees...

<<Optimus Prime to Hound, are you there?>>

"This is Hound." His optics would drift amongst his surroundings, following the flight of a bird, almost childishly. The avian examined the metal obelisk, fluttering briefly above him before landing on his shoulder. Hound would smile and turn towards it, whispering low. "Hello there.."

<<What is your status, Hound?>>

"I've almost finished scanning the area." He still allowed himself to be distracted by the bird, which now pecked slightly at his metal frame. The autobot laughed, shaking a bit to shoo his new friend off.

<<Return to base as soon as you're finished. There's been some Decepticon activity in the area.>>

"Copy that, Optimus. Hound out." The night was now beginning to creep in, clouds becoming blankets, tucking the light away. It was physical poetry. He was always sad to see it end. He transformed, allowing his engine to rev as his lights lanced out into the trees. He would have to make sure to remember this place.

[Okay, my sample makes use of an NPC, but I figured I could convey the general idea of my RP knowledge better this way.]

Just a few minor changes to make. Lower his height to 28 feet. Bump up his intelligence to 8 and his courage to 10. After you've done that consider him approved.

Optimist Prime wrote:Soundwave

Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: Communications
Alt. mode: Nokia N810 Tablet; Formerly Tape Deck
Weapons: Concussion blaster
Special Abilities: Highly advanced sensors (especially audio and wireless); ability to read electrical impulses (telepathy); photographic memory; mass shifting; Cassettes
Height: 33 ft / 10.07 m
Quote: “Cries and screams are music to my ears.”

Strength: 08
Intelligence: 09
Dexterity: 06
Speed: 02
Endurance: 06
Courage: 06
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 09
Melee: 09
Tech Skill: 10
Charisma: 07
Rank: 08

Profile:
What is more valuable to a commander: loyalty or reliability? Loyalty is a luxury, but reliability is a necessity for effective military operations. Soundwave exemplifies the latter while projecting as much of the former as realistically possible. Soundwave is an indispensable lieutenant and a fierce warrior, with seemingly unshakable loyalty to Megatron and the Decepticon cause. Whenever the Decepticon leader enters combat with Soundwave beside him, he is assured that he will perform his duty unerringly.

Those who had the displeasure of crossing paths with him during his long and illustrious career in Internal Affairs might paint a significantly different picture of him. They might describe him as a sadistic manipulator who respected no personal boundary and took voyeuristic pleasure in wresting the secrets of others. They might accuse him of blackmail, graft, and numerous other self-serving corruptions of his position. However, given the sheer volume of dirty secrets housed within the vast memory banks of the Decepticon known as Soundwave, it is little surprise that Megatron pays little heed to what ‘they’ say.

Soundwave is a Decepticon of many talents. His highly tuned sensors can intercept enemy transmissions and detect the faintest whisper of a sound; his scientific background was the basis for his largely self-taught repair skills (his area of particular expertise is cerebral neurocircuitry); his unique telepathic powers let him extract information from any sentient being, mechanical or biological.

He is a skilled and ruthless fighter when necessary, though not a warrior by nature. He is calm, patient, and composed, often to the point of seeming emotionless - but in truth he is simply callous. Though unfailingly loyal to those few who have earned his friendship, Soundwave regards everyone else as a mere tool or plaything.

As an expert in cerebral neurocircuitry and memory processing, Soundwave is able to utilize Autobot prisoners in some truly unique ways. He has no moral constraints against doing so. In fact, one would be hard pressed to find any moral constraints in Soundwave.

Soundwave was the first Decepticon to infiltrate Earth, and he has been here for nearly 25 Earth years. Some of his fellow Decepticons believe that so long a time with only his Cassettes for company has driven the meticulous mastermind mad. Those foolish enough to air such theories are swiftly and subtly reminded just how sharp Soundwave’s hearing is.

Abilities:
Soundwave has great physical strength and intelligence. He is a skilled and highly professional soldier and lieutenant. His internal scanners can detect even the lowest level energy transmissions for communications purposes, as well as sounds that are nearly inaudible to most audio sensors. He can even "read minds" by monitoring the electrical impulses inside someone's brain circuitry, if he's standing within 100 yards of the subject.

He can act as a communications center for the Decepticons, keeping all units within 2000 miles in contact. His internal ECM suite allows him to jam enemy transmissions within the range of 100 miles without help of external amplifiers. This equipment also plays havoc with guided missiles and similar devices. His photographic memory is due to the immense information storage capacity of the dedicated drives in his chest.

Formerly, Soundwave’s alternate mode was that of a cassette player. This form, chosen during the preliminary stages of the Earth Infiltration mission, served him well for many years. The Mass Shifting capabilities of his systems allow him to shrink to the size of a native entertainment device, or one fit for a Cybertronian.

However, he has recently upgraded his alt mode to a Nokia N810 Tablet, with his Cassetticons assuming the form of "Flash Cards" data modules. Disguised as this state of the art all-purpose communications device, Soundwave is once again easily hiding in plain sight.

Soundwave wields a concussion gun and a shoulder mounted, multi-chambered mini-rocket launcher. Soundwave also has great physical strength and is a skilled fighter, able to stand his ground in battle. In both modes, his chest cavity can store the compressed forms of the assorted Decepticon cassettes (aka, Cassetticons), which he can select and launch.

Weaknesses:
He has no specific physical weaknesses. The only thing that can really rattle his composure is a threat to his Cassetticons.

Sample Post:

Heading to Washington DC for an information gathering mission many would assume the target would be the Pentagon, however this was not where Soundwave was heading. It would be foolish to try and infiltrate the Department of Defense’s headquarters at this stage of the Decepticon’s infiltration of earth. Even for one as talented in data collection as Soundwave, the Pentagon was an exceedingly difficult place to get into. His true target would certainly have less advanced security measures than the Pentagon and the information available would give the Decepticons an edge over the Autobots in the war on earth. Soundwave was not so vain as to make a mission more complicated than necessary. The ease of this mission mattered little to Soundwave, only the results mattered.

Flying silently through the night’s sky, Soundwave dispatched Laserbeak to scout the area ahead. Ensuring his ECM was properly masking his and Laserbeak’s flight towards Washington DC, Soundwave briefed Ravage on the part he would play on this mission. It would be Ravage’s job to infiltrate the office building and find a computer terminal that would provide the required information, an easy task for one as stealthy and cunning as Ravage. Soundwave had already provided Ravage with the schematic for the building, all that was left was to get the information he wanted. It would only take a few minutes to download the information into Ravage’s memory. Soundwave would leave the collation and analysis of the data for the trip home, so he’d have something to relieve the monotony of the travel.

A transmission from Laserbeak indicated that the area was clear and ready for the commencement of their operation: global chaos. Soundwave could now see the target ahead of him, again marveling the genius of using the World Bank as the source of the information he required. Ravage would extract all the global monitoring and economic prospect reports he could find, as well as any data that cross-referenced these reports. Such information may seem mundane to other Decepticons, but Soundwave knew how to massage such information to yield much value to their cause. From such reports he could glean the location of precious natural resources in countries that would hardly be able to protect their assets. Furthermore, he could use this information to increase tension in just the right places causing conflicts between neighboring countries. Forcing the humans to kill one another would only make the later task of extermination easier. The predictable Autobots would surely waste their time trying to arrest the decline of human civilization, leaving plenty of opportunity for the Decepticons to refine energon. It was a simple but effective plan.

Descending silently from the sky Soundwave ejected Ravage who transformed and immediately set about getting into the building. Soundwave landed and transformed to conceal himself and monitor the progress of the mission. Hidden beneath some bushes, Soundwave was able to tap into the security systems remotely. This allowed him to see inside and observe Ravage’s progress as well as deactivate the necessary locks for Ravage. The fewer impediments Ravage had to deal with the better. With the way clear for Soundwave’s stealthy comrade there was little left to do but wait.

Laserbeak continued circling the area, watching the watchmen. There were two on the grounds, one of them heading towards Soundwave’s position. Soundwave could detect the neural impulses heading his way. There was a certain urgency to them that was cause for concern. Hearing the scuffing of boots hurrying down the walkway, Soundwave decided to wait and see what would unfold. The sound of the watchman stopped, but Soundwave’s sensors indicated that the watchman was approaching rapidly. Certain that his tiny form would keep him safe Soundwave still did nothing. The man stopped nearly on top of Soundwave, and a quiet zip could be heard followed by the sound of trickling water. Letting out a satisfied sigh, the man relieved himself in the bushes then as he was zipping back up he spotted the faint glow in the bushes. “Hello. What’s this?” The man said as he bent down to find the source of the light. “Looks like someone dropped their phone.” As he reached to pick up the phone, Soundwave transmitted a simple command to Laserbeak. <<Remove the human.>>

Swooping out of the sky Laserbeak caught the man completely unaware and scooped him up in his steel talons. Lifting the screaming man off the ground and carrying up to the top of the office building. Upon reaching the height of the roof Laserbeak released the man who fell screaming to his death. Soundwave was satisfied with Laserbeak’s line of reasoning in this matter. Make it look like a suicide to draw attention away from the events that were transpiring inside. As the second night watchman appeared to find the source of the scream, Ravage emerged from the opposite side of the building having successfully retrieved the necessary data. Soundwave transformed and collected Ravage and Laserbeak, then took off silently into the sky once more. Opening a comm-link to Decepticon HQ, Soundwave made his report. <<Mission complete. Successful retrieval of World Bank data. Returning with full analysis.>>

Approved

Much obliged, much obliged. Here it is, fixed.

Name: Hound
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Scout
Alternate mode: Jeep Wrangler
Weapons: Shoulder-mounted missile launcher, hologram gun, machine gun
Special Ability: Topographical scanning ability, Limited holographic projection system
Height: 28 Feet (8.53 Meters)
Quote: "Observe everything, remember even more."

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 7
Courage: 10
Firepower: 3
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 7

Profile: Hound had once known a time without fighting, but he had never known peace. As the seeds of war were being planted, he was a member of the Koan Security Force. He was called upon as Megatron led his prison break, his security team not strong enough to prevent
their defeat, and more importantly, the death of Sentinel Prime. He has since become a staple of the Autobot army. Gentle and kind, it's a wonder how Hound would ever come to pick up a weapon, though few would regret he did. His experiences during the war have left him envious of Earth and it's simple, organic ways. He secretly wishes to be human.

Abilities: While in his jeep mode, Hound uses his turret gun to sweep over the landscape from horizon to horizon, like a radar scope, and, with the help of internal 3-dimensional simulation circuitry, stores this information as a topographical map. Error distortion is no more than one inch per 150 feet distance from point of data collection. In robot mode, Hound's turret gun becomes an infrared radiation collector. It can detect heat differentials as small as .02 degrees Centigrade, and he uses this ability in tracking machines as well as humans. Hound's shoulder-mounted hologram gun can project 3-dimensional grid laser light images of terrain maps stored in his memory. He sometimes also can use it to cast simple illusions.

Weaknesses: Hound's infrared tracking ability can be countered by thermal interference. High frequency electromagnetic waves can distort or completely destroy his map-making ability. Sophisticated manipulation of such waves can even result in the recording of false images within his memory circuits.

Sample: [This is completely unrelated to the story established for the Roleplay.]

<<Optimus Prime to Hound, come in Hound.>>

The radio would receive no immediate answer from the Scout. Far too engrossed in his research, Hound continued to absorb the terrain around him. He was perched atop a hill within a wooded area, needing to hold still to allow his radar to fully dissect the forest. He had no problem with that, taking a seat against a large oak. He sighed, momentarily shutting his optics. He could feel his consciousness begin to drift off into the trees...

<<Optimus Prime to Hound, are you there?>>

"This is Hound." His optics would drift amongst his surroundings, following the flight of a bird, almost childishly. The avian examined the metal obelisk, fluttering briefly above him before landing on his shoulder. Hound would smile and turn towards it, whispering low. "Hello there.."

<<What is your status, Hound?>>

"I've almost finished scanning the area." He still allowed himself to be distracted by the bird, which now pecked slightly at his metal frame. The autobot laughed, shaking a bit to shoo his new friend off.

<<Return to base as soon as you're finished. There's been some Decepticon activity in the area.>>

"Copy that, Optimus. Hound out." The night was now beginning to creep in, clouds becoming blankets, tucking the light away. It was physical poetry. He was always sad to see it end. He transformed, allowing his engine to rev as his lights lanced out into the trees. He would have to make sure to remember this place.

Gunjack wrote:Much obliged, much obliged. Here it is, fixed.

Name: Hound
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Scout
Alternate mode: Jeep Wrangler
Weapons: Shoulder-mounted missile launcher, hologram gun, machine gun
Special Ability: Topographical scanning ability, Limited holographic projection system
Height: 28 Feet (8.53 Meters)
Quote: "Observe everything, remember even more."

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 5
Endurance: 7
Courage: 10
Firepower: 3
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 7

Profile: Hound had once known a time without fighting, but he had never known peace. As the seeds of war were being planted, he was a member of the Koan Security Force. He was called upon as Megatron led his prison break, his security team not strong enough to prevent
their defeat, and more importantly, the death of Sentinel Prime. He has since become a staple of the Autobot army. Gentle and kind, it's a wonder how Hound would ever come to pick up a weapon, though few would regret he did. His experiences during the war have left him envious of Earth and it's simple, organic ways. He secretly wishes to be human.

Abilities: While in his jeep mode, Hound uses his turret gun to sweep over the landscape from horizon to horizon, like a radar scope, and, with the help of internal 3-dimensional simulation circuitry, stores this information as a topographical map. Error distortion is no more than one inch per 150 feet distance from point of data collection. In robot mode, Hound's turret gun becomes an infrared radiation collector. It can detect heat differentials as small as .02 degrees Centigrade, and he uses this ability in tracking machines as well as humans. Hound's shoulder-mounted hologram gun can project 3-dimensional grid laser light images of terrain maps stored in his memory. He sometimes also can use it to cast simple illusions.

Weaknesses: Hound's infrared tracking ability can be countered by thermal interference. High frequency electromagnetic waves can distort or completely destroy his map-making ability. Sophisticated manipulation of such waves can even result in the recording of false images within his memory circuits.

Sample: [This is completely unrelated to the story established for the Roleplay.]

<<Optimus Prime to Hound, come in Hound.>>

The radio would receive no immediate answer from the Scout. Far too engrossed in his research, Hound continued to absorb the terrain around him. He was perched atop a hill within a wooded area, needing to hold still to allow his radar to fully dissect the forest. He had no problem with that, taking a seat against a large oak. He sighed, momentarily shutting his optics. He could feel his consciousness begin to drift off into the trees...

<<Optimus Prime to Hound, are you there?>>

"This is Hound." His optics would drift amongst his surroundings, following the flight of a bird, almost childishly. The avian examined the metal obelisk, fluttering briefly above him before landing on his shoulder. Hound would smile and turn towards it, whispering low. "Hello there.."

<<What is your status, Hound?>>

"I've almost finished scanning the area." He still allowed himself to be distracted by the bird, which now pecked slightly at his metal frame. The autobot laughed, shaking a bit to shoo his new friend off.

<<Return to base as soon as you're finished. There's been some Decepticon activity in the area.>>

"Copy that, Optimus. Hound out." The night was now beginning to creep in, clouds becoming blankets, tucking the light away. It was physical poetry. He was always sad to see it end. He transformed, allowing his engine to rev as his lights lanced out into the trees. He would have to make sure to remember this place.

Approved

Is Springer available, or would I have to wait?

Swoop See Nothing wrote:Is Springer available, or would I have to wait?

No, he is not available. Please ask your questions in the Chatterbox in the Discussions thread.

Ember wrote:

Swoop See Nothing wrote:Is Springer available, or would I have to wait?

No, he is not available. Please ask your questions in the Chatterbox in the Discussiins thread.

Alright. In that case:

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

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 8
Endurance: 6
Courage: 10
Firepower: 7
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 3
Charisma: 4

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 todraw 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:

A stakeout. It had to be a stakeout. Prime knew CLiffjumper hated these kinds of things...So why was it put upon him to sit on his can and just watch the Decepticons plotting something. He knew he could stop them, he just knew it. Cliffjumper thought of transforming and letting his Ion Blaster put a dent in those grimy Decepticon's hides. Just one shot in the right place and...No. orders were orders.

Maybe that was why he was here, staked out in vehicle mode, atop a mountain pass. To learn discipline. He'd needed it, after his reckless behavior in the past. Cliffjumper would shake his head if he was in robot mode, He wasn't concentrating on the mission. And who could blame him, right? Stakeouts had to be immensely boring. He turned his attention back to his target. Runabout. He'd been waiting in vehicle mode, below the pass, for hours. But for what?

Suddenly, a moving figure caught his eye. It was Soundwave's minion, Laserbeak, circling the skies, resembling an earth creature called a vulture. It swiftly swooped down and let an object fall into an Runabout's open window.

"Cliffjumper to Autobot HQ," Cliffjumper said, sending a message in almost instantly. He hoped the patch was as secure as Wheeljack said it was. "Looks like we were right. The Decepticreeps definitely have the disk. Laserbeak just handed it off to Runabout. Probably so he could go and steal somethin' else."

As he spoke he caught a glimpse of Runabout starting to speed off. The words came out automatically. " Hold it!Runabout's gettin' away! Permission to engage?"

A pause.

<<Permission granted>>

Cliffjumper transformed, a confident smile flashed across his face.

Can I please get an approval or deny on the third try for Stryfe please? Just a little anxious.

Swoop See Nothing wrote:

Ember wrote:

Swoop See Nothing wrote:Is Springer available, or would I have to wait?

No, he is not available. Please ask your questions in the Chatterbox in the Discussiins thread.

Alright. In that case:

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

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 8
Endurance: 6
Courage: 10
Firepower: 7
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 3
Charisma: 4

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 todraw 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:

A stakeout. It had to be a stakeout. Prime knew CLiffjumper hated these kinds of things...So why was it put upon him to sit on his can and just watch the Decepticons plotting something. He knew he could stop them, he just knew it. Cliffjumper thought of transforming and letting his Ion Blaster put a dent in those grimy Decepticon's hides. Just one shot in the right place and...No. orders were orders.

Maybe that was why he was here, staked out in vehicle mode, atop a mountain pass. To learn discipline. He'd needed it, after his reckless behavior in the past. Cliffjumper would shake his head if he was in robot mode, He wasn't concentrating on the mission. And who could blame him, right? Stakeouts had to be immensely boring. He turned his attention back to his target. Runabout. He'd been waiting in vehicle mode, below the pass, for hours. But for what?

Suddenly, a moving figure caught his eye. It was Soundwave's minion, Laserbeak, circling the skies, resembling an earth creature called a vulture. It swiftly swooped down and let an object fall into an Runabout's open window.

"Cliffjumper to Autobot HQ," Cliffjumper said, sending a message in almost instantly. He hoped the patch was as secure as Wheeljack said it was. "Looks like we were right. The Decepticreeps definitely have the disk. Laserbeak just handed it off to Runabout. Probably so he could go and steal somethin' else."

As he spoke he caught a glimpse of Runabout starting to speed off. The words came out automatically. " Hold it!Runabout's gettin' away! Permission to engage?"

A pause.

<<Permission granted>>

Cliffjumper transformed, a confident smile flashed across his face.

Okay, take out the Glass Gas Gun as a special ability and place under his weapons list. Also change his stregnth to 4, intelligence to 4, his speed to 7,his endurance should be 4, his melee should be 5, his tech skill should be 5, and his charisma should be 5.

Make those few changes and we'll consider him approved.