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MoralChaos wrote:Chaos

Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Spy
Alternate Modes:

Sr-71 Blackbird-
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Known for being the fastest man-ed jet in the world today. Reaches speeds up to Mach 3.3 (2,200+ mph ). The highest altitude recorded was 85,069 ft and the only man-ed aircraft able to reach that altitude. The jet, is retired with a few left, yet Chaos was able to get his servos onto one~

Weapons: He has a blaster mounted on his back, multiple exploding throwing stars contained on the inside of his wrist. His jet engines from the Sr-71 are also used as a weapon; they flip upside down and mount on his shoulders. When fired, it’s almost a sonic blast of sound to blow his opponents only backwards and away from him (not much of injure). His newest weapon is a long, energon sword.

Height: 25ft/ 7.62m

Quote: "Keep a smile on your face and then you'll everything will be alright."


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

Profile:
For being abandoned when sparked and growing up alone, Chaos has a similar personality like that of Jazz, though not much into pranking unless it makes the other laugh and smile along with them. He likes cheering others up and helping everyone when their down or are in need of help. He doesn’t hesitate in helping out a friend when they seem to need it the most. He's always there when someone is upset or needs a little cheering up; always a smile on his face. He enjoys being around his friends he calls is family and have fun. He is serious about follows orders and does them without question out in the battle field; one along with so many others that wants this war to end. Tired of fighting this war and losing close friends along with it.


Abilities:
Because of his pure black frame, he is able to blind in the shadows and sneak up on his opponents. He has the ability to clone himself with a hologram to confuse his enemies for just enough time to get out of their view and come up behind them. He also has a way with words, often convincing others that what they are doing is wrong or cheering them up.

Weaknesses:
His wings are very sensitivity, a scare on his chest when hit or punched, causes him an excruciating amount of pain, often causing him not being able to breath.


Sample Post:
Chaos flew through high above the ground, his slick black frame grew hidden from view from the ones down below as it blended in with the night sky above. Though every so often a shimmer of light came from his frames reflection from the lights down below.

He was heading off to the Decepticon city Kaon, one of the most dangerous places for an Autobot like himself. He was slightly worried about what would happen when they offered him to fly over the city and see what kind of plans the Dececpticons where making. Chaos vented a harsh sigh as he entered above the city, trying to keep out of view from any Decepticon seekers or grounders who happened to look up at the sky and see his form flying overhead.

Chaos quickly dived out of the sky and landed down on the ground as silently as he could before he ducked down behind a dumpster in an alley. “Primus, what am I getting myself into.” He muttered quietly to himself. He peeked out to see if anyone was around before sprinting off to hid behind another object as he grew closer to his targeting area they said most of Megatrons top warriors where staying.

Chaos had soon gotten close enough to hear what they where talking about and started to record as instructed. Looking around to make sure no one saw him. Yet, didn’t notice the few Decepticons coming up from behind.

“Hey You! What are you doing here?!” One growled in anger.

“Ah scrap….” He muttered quietly before he quickly dashed to get away, only to be caught and thrown backwards as another grabbed his wings.

He cried in agony as pain shot through his sensitive wings. He landed on the ground with a thud before he groaned and started to get yup quickly before they could shook. He brough out his blaster and started shooting back at the Con’s, though that was a big mistake. Soon Con’s knew what was going on and came to aid their comrades into killing or capturing the Autobot intruder.

Chaos quickly knew that he was outnumber and was about to fly off before a blast came from behind. He cried out before collapsing to the ground. Blacking out for a moment before looking around again, only to find a pile of Con’s on top of him. Holding him down to keep him from escaping. Fear flew into his optics as he began to panic, wondering what they had planned for the spy.

“Well, well. I wonder what Megatron will have planned for you~”

“Hopefully something painful.” One laughed darkly
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Chaos remained silent as he remained on the ground. They soon pulled him to his pedes and pulled him off to the brig. Wondering, and hoping his fellow Autobots will come and rescue him from his dreadful nightmare


//Alright, i added, deleted and Edited everything that needed to be fixed. I read over all the rules and looked over the sample post of what this is supposed to look like. If i missed anything please let me know.

You did change some things, but the application, as it stands, is still not acceptable.

We don't need a huge description of, or a link to, what his alt mode looks like. Most people know. That means the paragraph is extra reading that's unnecessary. The weapons...that section does not require a paragraph describing them either. The weapons section should be a simple listing what he carries in, both, alt mode and robot form.

You failed to list the special ability...cloning...which would cost a considerable penalty in stats points.

His height, too short for such a large aircraft.

The profile gives me nothing but the fact that he likes to make people feel good and perks them up when they're down. Abilities is where the description of his weapons go. His weaknesses...nothing is mentioned in his profile as to how he received such a detrimental injury to his chest that would make him so vulnerable and why it was never repaired.

There at multiple spelling and grammar errors throughout the entire application.

I would suggest you seriously consider taking on a canon character to start off with and once you get the hang of them then you could try again. As it stands this application is denied.

Primus, i have been rping Transformers all over the internet and i have never had this much trouble posting this character. I looked at the sample post you guys post around here and i went step by step on each little thing. Im quite confused why too much information is a bad thing. Wouldn't that be a good thing? It tells more about the character. The only reason why I did a OC Character first is that all of the good canon characters all always taken, thats a given. But after seeing my character being stripped down to practically nothing is crazy and will serenely look at the canon characters because apparently after every step by step i do will get my beloved oc anything.
Thank you for your time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sample:

There was a loud boom as Autobot dropship soared through the air breaking the sound barrier. “I hate it when he does that,” Gears muttered back in the cargo bay, “It’s murder on my audio receptors.”

“It’s your voicebox that bothers me,” Cliffjumper replied dryly as some of the other Mini-Bots laughed in the background. Teletran had been picking up increasing Decepticon activity in the area recently, and with most of the Autobots out on patrols or guarding key strategic locations across the globe; Prime was left with no choice but to send out the few remaining members from Autobot HQ to investigate the disturbances.

As his passengers verbally sparred back and forth with each other, the pilot continuously scanned his radar for any signs of Decepticons. The dropship's radar scanners couldn’t come close to Hound’s equipment, but they were more than enough to get the job done.

As if on queue the scanners picked up what appeared to be an immense energy source located at the base of a canyon about three clicks away from his current position.

“Maybe you guys better save all that energy for the Decepticons, my sensors just picked up something ahead of us,” the pilot's voice echoed from a control panel in the cockpit.

“Finally, let’s get down there and bend some Decepticon metal,” Cliffjumper boasted!

“Hang on little buddies, I’m taking us down,” the pilot hollered back at his comrades as he began the landing cycle. After a few moments the ship was on the ground and the exit ramp extended so his passengers could drive down the ramp and exit.

“Thanks for flying Autobot Express,” the pilot chuckled as the last of the Autobots exited from his cargo bay. The Autobot officer took special care to make sure he landed as close as he could to the source of his energy readings without giving away their presence to the Decepticons. “According to my scanners the source of the disturbance is located a few miles due east of here,” the pilot informed the others.

“Right, we’re on it! Let’s move out team,” Cliffjumper ordered the other Autobots.

“I’ll hang back for a few minutes before I begin my air assault,” the pilot replied as he started taking off again; he began circling the area as he watched his allies drive off heading for the source of the strange energy readings. After a few seconds he could no longer see them anymore, just the dust they had kicked up filtering through the air.

The small strike force had finally made their way to where the signals were originating from. They transformed into robot mode and caught their first glimpse of the Decepticons a few hundred yards away. There was so much dust being thrown around by the wind that even with their optic sensors, which were far enhanced compared to human eyes, they still had trouble making out what was going on, but it looked like the Decepticons were building some sort of new weapon, a high powered laser of some sort.

Cliffjumper could make out the large figure of some Decepticon officer who seemed to be overseeing the project. He didn't know who it was and he didn't care.

Must be my birthday or something. Cliffjumper thought how much he would love to be the one to extinguish another Decepticon's laser core. Cliffjumper’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard Onslaught yelling off in the distance, “Autobot intruders! Decepticons destroy them all!”

All of the nearby Decepticons seemed to just drop what they were doing and began speeding towards the Autobots location. “I think it’s safe to say that we’ve been spotted,” Gears muttered.

"Sucks to be them," Cliffjumper shot back. “Alright Autobots, let’s show’em what we can do!”

The Autobots transformed and began to launch their attack.

Name: Banzai-tron
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: Decepticon Intelligence
Function: Martial Arts Warrior/Intelligence Operative
Alt. mode: Gunboat
Weapons: Quad Missile Launchers/Energy Blasters, Short-Range Rockets
Special Abilities: None
Height: 28 ft. / 8.5 m
Quote: “To the victor go the profits.”


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

Profile: A master hand-to-hand combatant, Banzai-tron sought to use his skills to better his financial situation by joining the Decepticons. After he turns his Autobot opponents to spare parts, he typically gathers up the pieces to sell for scrap. Banzai-tron is an avowed materialist who doesn’t believe in the spiritual aspects of practicing martial arts, unlike Bludgeon (whom Banzai-tron respects but secretly hopes to defeat someday). Banzai-tron is cocky and arrogant, but he can be—he is among the greatest fighters in the galaxy.

Abilities: Subject is the reigning master of Crystalocution, a Cybertronian fighting style that focuses upon exploiting the minute flaws in an opponent’s structure. In gunboat mode, Banzai-tron can travel at speeds up to 260 knotts. His primary weapons are four missile launchers; the two launchers in his bow can double as energy blasters. He also carries four short-range rockets with adjustable power outputs, which can be set from stun to disintegrate.

Weaknesses: Though lacking any known physical weaknesses, sometimes he becomes too focused on profit and fails to see the larger scope of events around him.

Sample:

The dropship roared as its hull broke through the atmosphere of the unknown gas planet. Banzai-tron sat in the commander’s chair, issuing orders to the Decepticon drones.

“Are you sure these are the coordinates Shockwave gave us, Banzai-tron? We haven’t” one of the drones asked, looking away from his computer console.

“Shockwave would not have sent us to such a location if there wasn’t something valuable here. Now quick your yammering and continue to scan for that Autobot Science Facility!”
The dropship continued to fly through the endless clouds of gas for about 10 cycles before Banzai-tron stood up from his chair as the floating Autobot Science facility came into his view.

“Why wasn’t I alerted about the facility’s presence the moment the scanners picked it up?” Banzai-tron angrily questioned his troops.

“Scanners aren’t picking anything up Banzai-tron, sir...”

“Well it no longer matters now, fly in quietly so that we can infiltrate the facility undetected.” Banzai-tron ordered. The dropship served over an external ventilation shaft. Banzai-tron was the first to leap from the opened cargo-hold of the Decepticon dropship. He landed silently for a 4-ton, metal warrior. His landing was shortly followed by a few Decepticon infiltrators. Banzai-tron pointed to the vent as one of the drones began to cut open the titanium vent. Just before the vent caved in from being cut open, Banzai-tron grabbed the falling piece of metal in a single, lightning-paced motion, and flicked it into the harsh winds. He then pointed down into the new hole they had made as he put a finger to where his mouth would be in a “hush” kind of fashion. The drones nodded as they all swooped into the shaft. Banzai-tron was the last to follow, ensuring they weren’t being followed.

The shaft had lead into a large opened corridor within the facility. One of the drones pulled out a scanner and began scanning the area.

“Banzai-tron, sir!” the drone exclaimed, trying to get his commanding officer’s attention, “Whatever Shockwave is looking for is about 10.24 cycles West of our current location.”

“We better hurry before the Autobots even know we’re her-“ Banzai-tron was cut off by the sound of a large blast-door opening. Too late, they were detected. From the shadows of the now opened doorway stepped an Autobot Defender, a 50-foot behemoth wielding a large blast-cannon on one arm, and a Energon-hammer in the other.

“Nowhere to run now Decepticreeps!” the Defender boasted.

“Find Shockwave’s object, I can handle the soon-to-be-off-lined Autobot here!” Banzai-tron commanded. The drones rushed off behind a different set of blast-doors. Banzai-tron and the Defender circled around the corridor, in counter-clockwise motion, waiting for the other Cybertronian to make the first strike. Banzai-tron used the time to analyze his target.

Shoots right-handed, Uses the hammer with his left, He thought to himself. He came out of the doorway rather slowly; I can use his slower speed to my advantage. His bulk might limit his range of motion, but I can’t assume that...

“Quit wasting my time!” The brute hammered as he rushed the Decepticon Officer. Caught slightly off-guard, Banzai-tron rolled to the right, just in time to miss the Autobot’s hammer strike to the ground. Standing up, Banzai-tron upholstered one of his Energy blasters. He fired a couple of rounds at the Defenders face, trying to blind the brutish lug. The Defender recovered himself from the hammer pound and then switches to a more ranged approach, firing his blast-cannon in several bursts towards Banzai-tron.

That cannon sure has QUITE the blast-radius, He thought, I don’t think he’ll try and harm himself if I get too close...

Banzai-tron fired a couple more bursts of his energy blasters into the face of his adversary, finally striking one of the optics.

“MY OPTIC!!” The brute screamed in pain, as he dropped his hammer to cover the injury with his hands.

Perhaps I won’t need to even worry about that cannon now. Banzai-tron ran up and began using his Crystalocution techniques, hammering in small jabs into his adversary. He managed to cripple a couple of the Defender’s power couplings, disabling the use of almost half of his body. Banzai-tron stood atop of his former adversary, who was flailing his one good arm, and shaking his head.

“Nah uh ah!” Banzai-tron boasted victoriously. He placed one foot against the Defender’s flailing arms. “My, what a nice looking weapon we have here... Pulsar Cannon I take it?”

“Go to the pit!!” the defenseless Defender screamed.

“No. By those markings, I’d have to say it’s a Folly’s Blast-Cannon. Am I correct?” The Defender continued to scream in pain.

“When my teammates find me, they’re going to smelt you down into scrap metal.”

“On the contrary my friend, that’s what I intend to do to you.” Banzai-tron then ripped the cannon from the defender’s helpless hands, and then walked over to the fallen Energon-hammer. Walking back to the Defender, Banzai-tron stood over the Autobot’s trembling face. “I’m sure this will greatly help serve the Decepticon cause.” He said as he glanced at the stolen cannon in his hands. He then walked over to the doorway that his troops departed from and mounted the blast-cannon to his arm. He aimed at the disabled Autobot, who was lying in the middle of the corridor, and shot a power burst at the helpless Defender. His chassis exploded and sent bits of scrapped metal all over the corridor. Banzai-tron then transformed and began to fly off back towards the dropship outside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sample:

There was a loud boom as Autobot dropship soared through the air breaking the sound barrier. “I hate it when he does that,” Gears muttered back in the cargo bay, “It’s murder on my audio receptors.”

“It’s your voicebox that bothers me,” Cliffjumper replied dryly as some of the other Mini-Bots laughed in the background. Teletran had been picking up increasing Decepticon activity in the area recently, and with most of the Autobots out on patrols or guarding key strategic locations across the globe; Prime was left with no choice but to send out the few remaining members from Autobot HQ to investigate the disturbances.

As his passengers verbally sparred back and forth with each other, the pilot continuously scanned his radar for any signs of Decepticons. The dropship's radar scanners couldn’t come close to Hound’s equipment, but they were more than enough to get the job done.

As if on queue the scanners picked up what appeared to be an immense energy source located at the base of a canyon about three clicks away from his current position.

“Maybe you guys better save all that energy for the Decepticons, my sensors just picked up something ahead of us,” the pilot's voice echoed from a control panel in the cockpit.

“Finally, let’s get down there and bend some Decepticon metal,” Cliffjumper boasted!

“Hang on little buddies, I’m taking us down,” the pilot hollered back at his comrades as he began the landing cycle. After a few moments the ship was on the ground and the exit ramp extended so his passengers could drive down the ramp and exit.

“Thanks for flying Autobot Express,” the pilot chuckled as the last of the Autobots exited from his cargo bay. The Autobot officer took special care to make sure he landed as close as he could to the source of his energy readings without giving away their presence to the Decepticons. “According to my scanners the source of the disturbance is located a few miles due east of here,” the pilot informed the others.

“Right, we’re on it! Let’s move out team,” Cliffjumper ordered the other Autobots.

“I’ll hang back for a few minutes before I begin my air assault,” the pilot replied as he started taking off again; he began circling the area as he watched his allies drive off heading for the source of the strange energy readings. After a few seconds he could no longer see them anymore, just the dust they had kicked up filtering through the air.

The small strike force had finally made their way to where the signals were originating from. They transformed into robot mode and caught their first glimpse of the Decepticons a few hundred yards away. There was so much dust being thrown around by the wind that even with their optic sensors, which were far enhanced compared to human eyes, they still had trouble making out what was going on, but it looked like the Decepticons were building some sort of new weapon, a high powered laser of some sort.

Cliffjumper could make out the large figure of some Decepticon officer who seemed to be overseeing the project. He didn't know who it was and he didn't care.

Must be my birthday or something. Cliffjumper thought how much he would love to be the one to extinguish another Decepticon's laser core. Cliffjumper’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard Onslaught yelling off in the distance, “Autobot intruders! Decepticons destroy them all!”

All of the nearby Decepticons seemed to just drop what they were doing and began speeding towards the Autobots location. “I think it’s safe to say that we’ve been spotted,” Gears muttered.

"Sucks to be them," Cliffjumper shot back. “Alright Autobots, let’s show’em what we can do!”

The Autobots transformed and began to launch their attack.

Good sample post. Approved. Make yourself an entry in the roll call thread. You can start with Cliffjumper on one of the Autobot vessels around Earth and go from there.

MasterSoundBlaster wrote:Name: Banzai-tron
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: Decepticon Intelligence
Function: Martial Arts Warrior/Intelligence Operative
Alt. mode: Gunboat
Weapons: Quad Missile Launchers/Energy Blasters, Short-Range Rockets
Special Abilities: None
Height: 28 ft. / 8.5 m
Quote: “To the victor go the profits.”


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

Profile: A master hand-to-hand combatant, Banzai-tron sought to use his skills to better his financial situation by joining the Decepticons. After he turns his Autobot opponents to spare parts, he typically gathers up the pieces to sell for scrap. Banzai-tron is an avowed materialist who doesn’t believe in the spiritual aspects of practicing martial arts, unlike Bludgeon (whom Banzai-tron respects but secretly hopes to defeat someday). Banzai-tron is cocky and arrogant, but he can be—he is among the greatest fighters in the galaxy.

Abilities: Subject is the reigning master of Crystalocution, a Cybertronian fighting style that focuses upon exploiting the minute flaws in an opponent’s structure. In gunboat mode, Banzai-tron can travel at speeds up to 260 knotts. His primary weapons are four missile launchers; the two launchers in his bow can double as energy blasters. He also carries four short-range rockets with adjustable power outputs, which can be set from stun to disintegrate.

Weaknesses: Though lacking any known physical weaknesses, sometimes he becomes too focused on profit and fails to see the larger scope of events around him.

Sample:

The dropship roared as its hull broke through the atmosphere of the unknown gas planet. Banzai-tron sat in the commander’s chair, issuing orders to the Decepticon drones.

“Are you sure these are the coordinates Shockwave gave us, Banzai-tron? We haven’t” one of the drones asked, looking away from his computer console.

“Shockwave would not have sent us to such a location if there wasn’t something valuable here. Now quick your yammering and continue to scan for that Autobot Science Facility!”
The dropship continued to fly through the endless clouds of gas for about 10 cycles before Banzai-tron stood up from his chair as the floating Autobot Science facility came into his view.

“Why wasn’t I alerted about the facility’s presence the moment the scanners picked it up?” Banzai-tron angrily questioned his troops.

“Scanners aren’t picking anything up Banzai-tron, sir...”

“Well it no longer matters now, fly in quietly so that we can infiltrate the facility undetected.” Banzai-tron ordered. The dropship served over an external ventilation shaft. Banzai-tron was the first to leap from the opened cargo-hold of the Decepticon dropship. He landed silently for a 4-ton, metal warrior. His landing was shortly followed by a few Decepticon infiltrators. Banzai-tron pointed to the vent as one of the drones began to cut open the titanium vent. Just before the vent caved in from being cut open, Banzai-tron grabbed the falling piece of metal in a single, lightning-paced motion, and flicked it into the harsh winds. He then pointed down into the new hole they had made as he put a finger to where his mouth would be in a “hush” kind of fashion. The drones nodded as they all swooped into the shaft. Banzai-tron was the last to follow, ensuring they weren’t being followed.

The shaft had lead into a large opened corridor within the facility. One of the drones pulled out a scanner and began scanning the area.

“Banzai-tron, sir!” the drone exclaimed, trying to get his commanding officer’s attention, “Whatever Shockwave is looking for is about 10.24 cycles West of our current location.”

“We better hurry before the Autobots even know we’re her-“ Banzai-tron was cut off by the sound of a large blast-door opening. Too late, they were detected. From the shadows of the now opened doorway stepped an Autobot Defender, a 50-foot behemoth wielding a large blast-cannon on one arm, and a Energon-hammer in the other.

“Nowhere to run now Decepticreeps!” the Defender boasted.

“Find Shockwave’s object, I can handle the soon-to-be-off-lined Autobot here!” Banzai-tron commanded. The drones rushed off behind a different set of blast-doors. Banzai-tron and the Defender circled around the corridor, in counter-clockwise motion, waiting for the other Cybertronian to make the first strike. Banzai-tron used the time to analyze his target.

Shoots right-handed, Uses the hammer with his left, He thought to himself. He came out of the doorway rather slowly; I can use his slower speed to my advantage. His bulk might limit his range of motion, but I can’t assume that...

“Quit wasting my time!” The brute hammered as he rushed the Decepticon Officer. Caught slightly off-guard, Banzai-tron rolled to the right, just in time to miss the Autobot’s hammer strike to the ground. Standing up, Banzai-tron upholstered one of his Energy blasters. He fired a couple of rounds at the Defenders face, trying to blind the brutish lug. The Defender recovered himself from the hammer pound and then switches to a more ranged approach, firing his blast-cannon in several bursts towards Banzai-tron.

That cannon sure has QUITE the blast-radius, He thought, I don’t think he’ll try and harm himself if I get too close...

Banzai-tron fired a couple more bursts of his energy blasters into the face of his adversary, finally striking one of the optics.

“MY OPTIC!!” The brute screamed in pain, as he dropped his hammer to cover the injury with his hands.

Perhaps I won’t need to even worry about that cannon now. Banzai-tron ran up and began using his Crystalocution techniques, hammering in small jabs into his adversary. He managed to cripple a couple of the Defender’s power couplings, disabling the use of almost half of his body. Banzai-tron stood atop of his former adversary, who was flailing his one good arm, and shaking his head.

“Nah uh ah!” Banzai-tron boasted victoriously. He placed one foot against the Defender’s flailing arms. “My, what a nice looking weapon we have here... Pulsar Cannon I take it?”

“Go to the pit!!” the defenseless Defender screamed.

“No. By those markings, I’d have to say it’s a Folly’s Blast-Cannon. Am I correct?” The Defender continued to scream in pain.

“When my teammates find me, they’re going to smelt you down into scrap metal.”

“On the contrary my friend, that’s what I intend to do to you.” Banzai-tron then ripped the cannon from the defender’s helpless hands, and then walked over to the fallen Energon-hammer. Walking back to the Defender, Banzai-tron stood over the Autobot’s trembling face. “I’m sure this will greatly help serve the Decepticon cause.” He said as he glanced at the stolen cannon in his hands. He then walked over to the doorway that his troops departed from and mounted the blast-cannon to his arm. He aimed at the disabled Autobot, who was lying in the middle of the corridor, and shot a power burst at the helpless Defender. His chassis exploded and sent bits of scrapped metal all over the corridor. Banzai-tron then transformed and began to fly off back towards the dropship outside.

Another good sample post. Approved. You can go ahead and make an entry in the roll call thread, post this profile in the Decepticons profiles section (minus the sample) and start with Banzai-tron. Banzai was last seen doing business with the Decepticon forces in and around Nebulos (which are now engaged around Garrus-9). But given his connections with Decepticon intelligence, we can plausibly stick him anywhere. PM me if you need some help getting the ball rolling.

Name: Mirage
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Spy/Counter-Intelligence
Alt. mode: Koenigsegg Agera R supercar http://www.koenigsegg.com/models/agera-r/
Weapons: Rocket-Dart Hunting Rifle, Electro-disruptor
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: “Who and what I am, I hide.”

Strength: 6
Intelligence: 9
Dexterity: 9
Speed: 7
Endurance: 5
Courage: 5
Firepower: 6
Accuracy: 10
Melee: 9
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 5
Rank: 7

Profile: Before the war, he was a member of affluent Cybertronian society, with his own large estate and high-priced friends. He enjoyed the finer things in life: vintage energon, swank evening events, and turbofox hunts on the grounds. But when the war started, he was forced to choose sides and found himself banded with a group of commoners he didn't really understand.

Mirage is not thrilled about being with a bunch of rough-and-tumble freedom fighters like the Autobots. He feels the war, even after all these millions of years, is beneath him. War is not, after all, how civilized, erudite beings conduct themselves. He often questions the Autobots' violent means, and not-so-secretly hopes they and the Decepticons can get along. Autobot leader Optimus Prime must constantly cajole him into continuing his service with the Autobots, but Mirage feels it may be a losing battle. Because of this, he has been labelled by a few others as a Decepticon sympathizer. Despite his coolness to the cause, Mirage is a surprisingly effective and deadly fighter and an even more effective intelligence gatherer, which is the role he much prefers. He is always there when the Autobots need him.

Upon arrival on Earth he selected the rather unorthodox alternate mode of a Koenigsegg Agera R supercar, one of the fastest, rarest, and most expensive automobiles on the planet. He has refused to change it, saying it is the only mode that befits his speed and agility. When deployed, he can simply change his appearance with his electro disruptor or use other tactics to blend into his surroundings.

His holomatter avatar is a young, lovely woman of Eurasian descent, with artfully tousled dark hair, striking green eyes, extremely expensive casual clothing, and pricey 1960s-vintage sunglasses. Mirage chose this avatar for his role as a spy because he noticed that human males - especially those in positions of power - tended to underestimate human females and divulge information to them more easily. This seemed exceedingly true if the female were an attractive, younger member of her species.

Abilities: Mirage carries a back mounted electro disruptor that bends photons and other waves so that he can render himself invisible or even change his physical appearance, which he can sustain for up to six minutes. All of this contributes to his effectiveness as an intelligence agent. He can also hit a screw head dead-center from 200 yards with his armor-piercing hunting rifle, making him one of the finest natural marksmechs in either faction. The rifle shoots liquid-fuel-powered darts. In car mode, he tops out at almost 250 mph. He is a practitioner of several elegant and deadly melee fighting styles, combining various forms (Diffusion, Crystalocution, and so on) into his own style that emphasizes the quick, quiet neutralization of opponents.

Weaknesses: He's unsure of the Autobots and their cause, and consequently cannot always be fully trusted. Optimus Prime is well aware of his coolness to the group, but considers him too valuable to let go. Though he’s capable of talking his way past the most vigilant of sentries, Mirage can be something of an antisocial jerk around his fellow Autobots (whom he just barely considers his fellows). As well, he’s not the bravest mech you’ll ever meet.

Sample Post

Mirage sighed in his head module as he sat parked in the cavernous garage, his ostentatious vehicle mode requiring no additional trickery to fit in with the other vehicles parked there. There were AMGs, Ferraris, and at least one Bugatti; three stretched Maybachs; exotic one-offs from boutique car companies that no simple Car and Driver reader would have even heard of; and even a customized Soviet-era armored car, complete with enormous chrome rims and tinted bullet-resistant glass.

Despite the optically pleasing company, the Autobot was bored. His patience had once been nearly infinite. Long ago - too long ago - on his estate, he would gladly wait cycles to see a particularly sublime ion storm as it scintillated in the skies above Cybertron, or for one of his favored artists to produce a new sculpture for his gardens. But for this? To accomplish some 'mission' in the 'war?' He could hardly wait to be done with his task.

The side door of the garage opened and the Sheikh entered with two of his bodyguards. All three wore flowing, ivory-colored robes and checkered headscarves, though the Sheikh's was obviously higher quality. Black-framed Ray-Bans and a black beard hid most of his face, and a chunky gold Rolex was on his wrist. Mirage noticed the outlines of compact MP-5 submachine guns under the bodyguards' outer robes, as did his infrared sensors. It would take more than a couple of small-caliber weapons to protect the Sheikh from Mirage, to be sure.

The Sheikh rattled off long strings of Arabic into his cell phone as he strode through the center aisle of the silver-walled garage, his Prada loafers squeaking on the gleaming polyurethane floor. He made his way toward the Bugatti, and Mirage flicked his headlights twice, emitting a loud chirp as his doors unlocked. You don't want that car today. You want to take a ride with me. The Sheikh fell silent and let his cell phone drop into his pocket. He slowly turned and took a step toward the blue and white Koenigsegg supercar on the other side of the aisle.

'Did you unlock this car?' he asked the bodyguards. They grunted in the negative and the Sheikh approached cautiously, leaning down to peer through the inky-tinted window of the passenger door. He pulled off his Ray-Bans and squinted into the glass. Inside he saw a woman, but it was no woman he knew. 'Who are you...and why in the world are you in my automobile?'

With a smile, the young woman opened the low door into his shins. He cried out in pain and then in shock as she grabbed him by the black cord securing his headscarf and dragged him into the car. With sharp, blink-quick motions she jammed him down into the passenger seat and clipped the five-point harness over his arms, pinning him there as the belts tightened automatically. 'Shut up, Sheikh.'

She dropped back into the driver's seat and the Koenigsegg's engine roared to life. The bodyguards pounded on the windows and yanked on the door handles to no avail. One swung up his MP-5 to aim at the windshield and the woman behind it, but the other pushed his compatriot's weapon back down. 'You could hit the Sheikh!'

Mirage gunned his engine and the bodyguards fell back. With an ear-piercing shriek of high-performance rubber, he shot out of the garage's open main doors and onto the private roads that crisscrossed the Sheikh's vast oasis-estate. At over a hundred miles per hour, it was no time at all until Mirage had made his way out onto the desert highway. He chose a winding, hundred-and-fifty-mile-per-hour route that would keep him away from any major settlements.

'Now,' the young woman said, looking over at the Sheikh. 'We can talk.' She pushed a few strands of her thick, dark hair away from her face and let her sunglasses fall low enough on her nose that the Sheikh could see her green eyes.

'Listen, young lady,' he said, perspiring. 'I don't know who you are, but I am quite sure that I can provide more than adequate financial incentive for you to take me back to my estate...or at least to drive perhaps not so fast. You are making me nervous.'

The olive-skinned woman laughed and put her hands behind her head, leaning back in the seat and using just one knee to steer. 'Nervous is good. It will make this conversation go a little more quickly.' The Sheikh gulped audibly.

'What is it you want?' The Sheikh seemed to steel himself a little. 'Money? I cannot guarantee your safety against retribution, but I can guarantee that I am worth far more money to you alive than dead...'

'You know, you remind me of a lot of the people I used to spend my time with,' Mirage cut him off. 'Money. Estates. Luxury and fun. And you know what? It was fun. A lot more fun than this,' he revved his engine to push up to around two hundred miles per hour. The Sheikh perspired more visibly now.

'But when times got bad, they made the wrong deals. They succumbed to temptation and picked a side - the wrong side, it turned out. They got used up and left to rot after they had outlived their usefulness. Honestly, a lot of them didn't outlive their usefulness, come to think of it,' the avatar speared the Sheikh with her green-eyed gaze.

Mirage knew the type he saw in the Sheikh all too well. He had seen many like the Sheikh back in the early days of the Great War. They had believed the Decepticons when they claimed to want to be partners in power, or had been seduced by other lies - that they would be left to their estates if only they would give up their peers to the Decepticons. They, of course, were very, very long-dead. This Sheikh would probably meet his end the same way, if Mirage's information were true. The Decepticons would use him, then abuse him, and then do away with him once he had ceased to be handy to have in their pocket.

'So, perhaps it's time you tell me, Sheikh, what you know about someone named Scrapper. I think you should also tell me why the Saudi government is dealing with him,' the young woman said. Mirage dodged around several other cars on the highway and then increased his speed a few more miles per hour, just enough so the Sheikh could hear his engine rev. The Autobot could hear his captive gulp again.

'Go on, keep me entertained. I'd hate to get bored and throw you out at two hundred miles per hour.'

The J Writer wrote:Name: Mirage
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Spy/Counter-Intelligence
Alt. mode: Koenigsegg Agera R supercar http://www.koenigsegg.com/models/agera-r/
Weapons: Rocket-Dart Hunting Rifle, Electro-disruptor
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: “Who and what I am, I hide.”

Strength: 6
Intelligence: 9
Dexterity: 9
Speed: 7
Endurance: 5
Courage: 5
Firepower: 6
Accuracy: 10
Melee: 9
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 5
Rank: 7

Profile: Before the war, he was a member of affluent Cybertronian society, with his own large estate and high-priced friends. He enjoyed the finer things in life: vintage energon, swank evening events, and turbofox hunts on the grounds. But when the war started, he was forced to choose sides and found himself banded with a group of commoners he didn't really understand.

Mirage is not thrilled about being with a bunch of rough-and-tumble freedom fighters like the Autobots. He feels the war, even after all these millions of years, is beneath him. War is not, after all, how civilized, erudite beings conduct themselves. He often questions the Autobots' violent means, and not-so-secretly hopes they and the Decepticons can get along. Autobot leader Optimus Prime must constantly cajole him into continuing his service with the Autobots, but Mirage feels it may be a losing battle. Because of this, he has been labelled by a few others as a Decepticon sympathizer. Despite his coolness to the cause, Mirage is a surprisingly effective and deadly fighter and an even more effective intelligence gatherer, which is the role he much prefers. He is always there when the Autobots need him.

Upon arrival on Earth he selected the rather unorthodox alternate mode of a Koenigsegg Agera R supercar, one of the fastest, rarest, and most expensive automobiles on the planet. He has refused to change it, saying it is the only mode that befits his speed and agility. When deployed, he can simply change his appearance with his electro disruptor or use other tactics to blend into his surroundings.

His holomatter avatar is a young, lovely woman of Eurasian descent, with artfully tousled dark hair, striking green eyes, extremely expensive casual clothing, and pricey 1960s-vintage sunglasses. Mirage chose this avatar for his role as a spy because he noticed that human males - especially those in positions of power - tended to underestimate human females and divulge information to them more easily. This seemed exceedingly true if the female were an attractive, younger member of her species.

Abilities: Mirage carries a back mounted electro disruptor that bends photons and other waves so that he can render himself invisible or even change his physical appearance, which he can sustain for up to six minutes. All of this contributes to his effectiveness as an intelligence agent. He can also hit a screw head dead-center from 200 yards with his armor-piercing hunting rifle, making him one of the finest natural marksmechs in either faction. The rifle shoots liquid-fuel-powered darts. In car mode, he tops out at almost 250 mph. He is a practitioner of several elegant and deadly melee fighting styles, combining various forms (Diffusion, Crystalocution, and so on) into his own style that emphasizes the quick, quiet neutralization of opponents.

Weaknesses: He's unsure of the Autobots and their cause, and consequently cannot always be fully trusted. Optimus Prime is well aware of his coolness to the group, but considers him too valuable to let go. Though he’s capable of talking his way past the most vigilant of sentries, Mirage can be something of an antisocial jerk around his fellow Autobots (whom he just barely considers his fellows). As well, he’s not the bravest mech you’ll ever meet.

Sample Post

Mirage sighed in his head module as he sat parked in the cavernous garage, his ostentatious vehicle mode requiring no additional trickery to fit in with the other vehicles parked there. There were AMGs, Ferraris, and at least one Bugatti; three stretched Maybachs; exotic one-offs from boutique car companies that no simple Car and Driver reader would have even heard of; and even a customized Soviet-era armored car, complete with enormous chrome rims and tinted bullet-resistant glass.

Despite the optically pleasing company, the Autobot was bored. His patience had once been nearly infinite. Long ago - too long ago - on his estate, he would gladly wait cycles to see a particularly sublime ion storm as it scintillated in the skies above Cybertron, or for one of his favored artists to produce a new sculpture for his gardens. But for this? To accomplish some 'mission' in the 'war?' He could hardly wait to be done with his task.

The side door of the garage opened and the Sheikh entered with two of his bodyguards. All three wore flowing, ivory-colored robes and checkered headscarves, though the Sheikh's was obviously higher quality. Black-framed Ray-Bans and a black beard hid most of his face, and a chunky gold Rolex was on his wrist. Mirage noticed the outlines of compact MP-5 submachine guns under the bodyguards' outer robes, as did his infrared sensors. It would take more than a couple of small-caliber weapons to protect the Sheikh from Mirage, to be sure.

The Sheikh rattled off long strings of Arabic into his cell phone as he strode through the center aisle of the silver-walled garage, his Prada loafers squeaking on the gleaming polyurethane floor. He made his way toward the Bugatti, and Mirage flicked his headlights twice, emitting a loud chirp as his doors unlocked. You don't want that car today. You want to take a ride with me. The Sheikh fell silent and let his cell phone drop into his pocket. He slowly turned and took a step toward the blue and white Koenigsegg supercar on the other side of the aisle.

'Did you unlock this car?' he asked the bodyguards. They grunted in the negative and the Sheikh approached cautiously, leaning down to peer through the inky-tinted window of the passenger door. He pulled off his Ray-Bans and squinted into the glass. Inside he saw a woman, but it was no woman he knew. 'Who are you...and why in the world are you in my automobile?'

With a smile, the young woman opened the low door into his shins. He cried out in pain and then in shock as she grabbed him by the black cord securing his headscarf and dragged him into the car. With sharp, blink-quick motions she jammed him down into the passenger seat and clipped the five-point harness over his arms, pinning him there as the belts tightened automatically. 'Shut up, Sheikh.'

She dropped back into the driver's seat and the Koenigsegg's engine roared to life. The bodyguards pounded on the windows and yanked on the door handles to no avail. One swung up his MP-5 to aim at the windshield and the woman behind it, but the other pushed his compatriot's weapon back down. 'You could hit the Sheikh!'

Mirage gunned his engine and the bodyguards fell back. With an ear-piercing shriek of high-performance rubber, he shot out of the garage's open main doors and onto the private roads that crisscrossed the Sheikh's vast oasis-estate. At over a hundred miles per hour, it was no time at all until Mirage had made his way out onto the desert highway. He chose a winding, hundred-and-fifty-mile-per-hour route that would keep him away from any major settlements.

'Now,' the young woman said, looking over at the Sheikh. 'We can talk.' She pushed a few strands of her thick, dark hair away from her face and let her sunglasses fall low enough on her nose that the Sheikh could see her green eyes.

'Listen, young lady,' he said, perspiring. 'I don't know who you are, but I am quite sure that I can provide more than adequate financial incentive for you to take me back to my estate...or at least to drive perhaps not so fast. You are making me nervous.'

The olive-skinned woman laughed and put her hands behind her head, leaning back in the seat and using just one knee to steer. 'Nervous is good. It will make this conversation go a little more quickly.' The Sheikh gulped audibly.

'What is it you want?' The Sheikh seemed to steel himself a little. 'Money? I cannot guarantee your safety against retribution, but I can guarantee that I am worth far more money to you alive than dead...'

'You know, you remind me of a lot of the people I used to spend my time with,' Mirage cut him off. 'Money. Estates. Luxury and fun. And you know what? It was fun. A lot more fun than this,' he revved his engine to push up to around two hundred miles per hour. The Sheikh perspired more visibly now.

'But when times got bad, they made the wrong deals. They succumbed to temptation and picked a side - the wrong side, it turned out. They got used up and left to rot after they had outlived their usefulness. Honestly, a lot of them didn't outlive their usefulness, come to think of it,' the avatar speared the Sheikh with her green-eyed gaze.

Mirage knew the type he saw in the Sheikh all too well. He had seen many like the Sheikh back in the early days of the Great War. They had believed the Decepticons when they claimed to want to be partners in power, or had been seduced by other lies - that they would be left to their estates if only they would give up their peers to the Decepticons. They, of course, were very, very long-dead. This Sheikh would probably meet his end the same way, if Mirage's information were true. The Decepticons would use him, then abuse him, and then do away with him once he had ceased to be handy to have in their pocket.

'So, perhaps it's time you tell me, Sheikh, what you know about someone named Scrapper. I think you should also tell me why the Saudi government is dealing with him,' the young woman said. Mirage dodged around several other cars on the highway and then increased his speed a few more miles per hour, just enough so the Sheikh could hear his engine rev. The Autobot could hear his captive gulp again.

'Go on, keep me entertained. I'd hate to get bored and throw you out at two hundred miles per hour.'

Given what day it is, I'm a little leery to touch this app . But I'll hope for the best and believe that another familiar face is returning to the fold. Mirage approved. You can make a roll call post and start him on any of the Earth Autobot threads. Don't hesitate to PM me if you need assistance getting the posting ball rolling again.

Name: Brainstorm
Allegiance: Autobots.
Function: Biomechanical Engineer
Alt. mode: Cybertronic fighter jet
Weapons: A pair of high-energy photon pulse cannons
Special Abilities: Can think of anything in any circumstance
Height: 31 ft/9.46 meters tall
Quote: “The strongest tyrant cannot crush freedom of thought.”

STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 8
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 10
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 5
TECH SKILL: 9
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: 7

Profile: Always looking for ways to better the Cybertronian way of life, which at the current moment means finding ways to give him and his fellow Autobots the edge. A firm believer in that all problems can be resolved if they’re allowed to be developed free of outside constraints. A never ending fountain of ideas, Brainstorm regularly has new ideas working themselves out in the back of his processor while he’s working on a current project or in a battle. Those ideas form a background noise different from that other mechs normally deal with but instead of worrying about his impending demise or a shaky confidence, Brainstorm will be working out a complicated equation. Each idea that crosses his mind takes precedence over his previous one no matter the importance.

Never one to seek a break when he’s working, Brainstorm has often been taken to the Autobot medics for an overheated cranial unit. While not common, he has gotten to know the medics personally during his visits. At one point Ratchet threatened to have him placd on waste removal unless he slowed his pace. Of course he agreed to Ratchet’s demands but he never had any intention of following through. The idea may have gotten lost in the labyrinth of other ideas that make up his daily life.

Always the thinker, Brainstorm develops ideas for both the destruction and luxury of his fellow Transformers. While every Autobot dreams of peace, he does so for different reasons. At some point he knows the war will end and he’ll be able to concentrate fully on aiding his fellow mechs.

Abilities: When in jet mode Brainstorm can reach a maximum speed of 5200 mph. Along with his great speed he also enjoys and extended range of 8000 miles. Aside from his physical abilities, Brainstorm lives up to his name by producing idea after idea on as many ranging topics as his imagination can create. Never one ot be short on ideas, he tends to aggravate his superiors with his lack of focus.

Weaknesses: Brainstorm tends to become so wrapped up in his thoughts and projects he can forget to replenish his energon at times but more likely, his meta processor overheats and shorts out sections of his cerebro-circuitry.

RP Sample:

“Brainstorm’s Log; Entry #3695: I am currently on the outskirts of a war-blazed Iacon. My mission was to come and assist the troops who are trying to retake one of the science facilities located on the rim of the city limits. I was chosen because I had a familiarity with the facility, and my knowledge of the building gave us a slight advantage over the unfamiliar Decepticons. We could see the building in our sight when we can under fire from the Decepticons stationed there. We quietly took shelter from the hail fire under a downed dropship whi-“

“BRAINSTORM!” the Autobot commander yelled, “Quit filling out your logs and get back to helping us blast these Cons!” Brainstorm looked up from his data pad, trying to finish his log’s latest entry.

“I’ll have you know that if it weren’t for these logs, Commander, you possibly wouldn’t be holding that Laser Rifle in your hand now. These logs help me reevaluate past events and construct newer and better tech which we can use in future battles! Furthermore I-“ Brainstorm was cut off by explosion of a cannon shell just a few hundred feet away from him. He ducked just a tad to shield himself from the shrapnel that came flying overhead. “We’ll finish this later!” he retorted as he drew one of his pulse cannons. He perched over the debris of the dropship and fired a few rounds, striking a couple sweeps in the shootout.

“You know this location better than any of my troopers Brainstorm, is there any way inside that the Cons don’t know about?” the commander asked.

“There’s a loading bay just slightly west of our current location. We can make it there if you and your troops help me disable that cannon first.”

“We can give it a shot. All troops focus your fire on the cannon!”

The Autobot forces began to open fire on the Decepticon cannon. Their shots ricocheted off the hull of the heavily armored weapon. Brainstorm saw this and observed the area around him. He spotted a crane that was upgrading the science facility before the Decepticons attacked the place. The crane was frozen in place, dangling heavy metallic beams from its arm.

“I’ve got an idea!” Brainstorm exclaimed as he took a step back and transformed. He shot away from the gun-downed debris where his allies were stationed, leaving only a vapor-trail in his wake.

“Brainstorm, Stick to the plan!” The commander roared over the comms, “We’ve almost got this thing beat!” The cannon continued to fire off shells, sending shrapnel across the war-torn battlefield. A couple of the Autobots were thrown into the air from the explosions the shells made. Brainstorm reached the top of the crane. He transformed back into robot mode and searched for the crane’s controls. Brainstorm marveled at his luck, having not been noticed by the Decepticons yet after making such an exit. He soon spotted the controls and hopped into the seat. He hit the ignition switch and the crane began to whirl and buzz as the machine started up. The loud noises caught the attention of the Decepticons down below him. Soon, Brainstorm had Seekers and Sweeps alike buzzing around the control center of the crane, spewing hot plasma and laser-fire as they made strafing runs at him. The armor was thick on the crane and Brainstorm began to swivel the crane’s arm over the cannon. The Decepticons who were manning the cannon caught onto his plan and turned the cannon towards the crane’s controls.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” Brainstorm frightfully exclaimed. He transformed and darted off from the crane’s controls as the cannon fired off another shell. It struck the command center of the crane, leaving nothing but a scorching hole and some twisted hot metal.

“Brainstorm!” the commanding Autobot yelled, not seeing Brainstorm’s narrow escape.

“It’s alright commander!” Brainstorm reassured, “Have your troops charge the cannon now, while it’s back and controls are turned towards you!”

The Autobots charged from their foxholes and behind the debris covered battlefield and open fired on the cannon’s crewman while Brainstorm made a couple of strafe run, blasting a few Cons into tiny pieces with his pulse cannons. The remaining Decepticons fled into the facility as Brainstorm regrouped with the Autobot Commander.

“That wasn’t the plan Brainstorm.” He said very sternly as Brainstorm changed to robot mode.

“No it wasn’t, but my plan was better.”

“We may have driven their forces back, but they sure aren’t going to give up that easily once we get inside.” Brainstorm then began to walk his way westward towards the shipping bay he informed everyone about earlier, then commander following closely behind.

“Brainstorm’s log; Entry #3696:-”

“Primus, this is going to be a long war…”

MasterSoundBlaster wrote:Name: Brainstorm
Allegiance: Autobots.
Function: Biomechanical Engineer
Alt. mode: Cybertronic fighter jet
Weapons: A pair of high-energy photon pulse cannons
Special Abilities: Can think of anything in any circumstance
Height: 31 ft/9.46 meters tall
Quote: “The strongest tyrant cannot crush freedom of thought.”

STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 8
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 10
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 5
TECH SKILL: 9
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: 7

Profile: Always looking for ways to better the Cybertronian way of life, which at the current moment means finding ways to give him and his fellow Autobots the edge. A firm believer in that all problems can be resolved if they’re allowed to be developed free of outside constraints. A never ending fountain of ideas, Brainstorm regularly has new ideas working themselves out in the back of his processor while he’s working on a current project or in a battle. Those ideas form a background noise different from that other mechs normally deal with but instead of worrying about his impending demise or a shaky confidence, Brainstorm will be working out a complicated equation. Each idea that crosses his mind takes precedence over his previous one no matter the importance.

Never one to seek a break when he’s working, Brainstorm has often been taken to the Autobot medics for an overheated cranial unit. While not common, he has gotten to know the medics personally during his visits. At one point Ratchet threatened to have him placd on waste removal unless he slowed his pace. Of course he agreed to Ratchet’s demands but he never had any intention of following through. The idea may have gotten lost in the labyrinth of other ideas that make up his daily life.

Always the thinker, Brainstorm develops ideas for both the destruction and luxury of his fellow Transformers. While every Autobot dreams of peace, he does so for different reasons. At some point he knows the war will end and he’ll be able to concentrate fully on aiding his fellow mechs.

Abilities: When in jet mode Brainstorm can reach a maximum speed of 5200 mph. Along with his great speed he also enjoys and extended range of 8000 miles. Aside from his physical abilities, Brainstorm lives up to his name by producing idea after idea on as many ranging topics as his imagination can create. Never one ot be short on ideas, he tends to aggravate his superiors with his lack of focus.

Weaknesses: Brainstorm tends to become so wrapped up in his thoughts and projects he can forget to replenish his energon at times but more likely, his meta processor overheats and shorts out sections of his cerebro-circuitry.

RP Sample:

“Brainstorm’s Log; Entry #3695: I am currently on the outskirts of a war-blazed Iacon. My mission was to come and assist the troops who are trying to retake one of the science facilities located on the rim of the city limits. I was chosen because I had a familiarity with the facility, and my knowledge of the building gave us a slight advantage over the unfamiliar Decepticons. We could see the building in our sight when we can under fire from the Decepticons stationed there. We quietly took shelter from the hail fire under a downed dropship whi-“

“BRAINSTORM!” the Autobot commander yelled, “Quit filling out your logs and get back to helping us blast these Cons!” Brainstorm looked up from his data pad, trying to finish his log’s latest entry.

“I’ll have you know that if it weren’t for these logs, Commander, you possibly wouldn’t be holding that Laser Rifle in your hand now. These logs help me reevaluate past events and construct newer and better tech which we can use in future battles! Furthermore I-“ Brainstorm was cut off by explosion of a cannon shell just a few hundred feet away from him. He ducked just a tad to shield himself from the shrapnel that came flying overhead. “We’ll finish this later!” he retorted as he drew one of his pulse cannons. He perched over the debris of the dropship and fired a few rounds, striking a couple sweeps in the shootout.

“You know this location better than any of my troopers Brainstorm, is there any way inside that the Cons don’t know about?” the commander asked.

“There’s a loading bay just slightly west of our current location. We can make it there if you and your troops help me disable that cannon first.”

“We can give it a shot. All troops focus your fire on the cannon!”

The Autobot forces began to open fire on the Decepticon cannon. Their shots ricocheted off the hull of the heavily armored weapon. Brainstorm saw this and observed the area around him. He spotted a crane that was upgrading the science facility before the Decepticons attacked the place. The crane was frozen in place, dangling heavy metallic beams from its arm.

“I’ve got an idea!” Brainstorm exclaimed as he took a step back and transformed. He shot away from the gun-downed debris where his allies were stationed, leaving only a vapor-trail in his wake.

“Brainstorm, Stick to the plan!” The commander roared over the comms, “We’ve almost got this thing beat!” The cannon continued to fire off shells, sending shrapnel across the war-torn battlefield. A couple of the Autobots were thrown into the air from the explosions the shells made. Brainstorm reached the top of the crane. He transformed back into robot mode and searched for the crane’s controls. Brainstorm marveled at his luck, having not been noticed by the Decepticons yet after making such an exit. He soon spotted the controls and hopped into the seat. He hit the ignition switch and the crane began to whirl and buzz as the machine started up. The loud noises caught the attention of the Decepticons down below him. Soon, Brainstorm had Seekers and Sweeps alike buzzing around the control center of the crane, spewing hot plasma and laser-fire as they made strafing runs at him. The armor was thick on the crane and Brainstorm began to swivel the crane’s arm over the cannon. The Decepticons who were manning the cannon caught onto his plan and turned the cannon towards the crane’s controls.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” Brainstorm frightfully exclaimed. He transformed and darted off from the crane’s controls as the cannon fired off another shell. It struck the command center of the crane, leaving nothing but a scorching hole and some twisted hot metal.

“Brainstorm!” the commanding Autobot yelled, not seeing Brainstorm’s narrow escape.

“It’s alright commander!” Brainstorm reassured, “Have your troops charge the cannon now, while it’s back and controls are turned towards you!”

The Autobots charged from their foxholes and behind the debris covered battlefield and open fired on the cannon’s crewman while Brainstorm made a couple of strafe run, blasting a few Cons into tiny pieces with his pulse cannons. The remaining Decepticons fled into the facility as Brainstorm regrouped with the Autobot Commander.

“That wasn’t the plan Brainstorm.” He said very sternly as Brainstorm changed to robot mode.

“No it wasn’t, but my plan was better.”

“We may have driven their forces back, but they sure aren’t going to give up that easily once we get inside.” Brainstorm then began to walk his way westward towards the shipping bay he informed everyone about earlier, then commander following closely behind.

“Brainstorm’s log; Entry #3696:-”

“Primus, this is going to be a long war…”

Good stuff. Approved. Have fun with him. I posted for him last on board the Semper Tyrannis in a cell.