Flareup
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 3:29 pmFlareup
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Female Resistance
Function: Demolitions
Alternate Modes: Cybertronian Concept Motorcycle: Resembles Tron Legacy Combat Light Cycle
Weapons: Heavy Impact Particle Laser, Heavy Armor Breaker Missile Launcher, Combined form… Armor Piercing Impact Energon Re-curved Bow and Concussion Arrow Set.
Special Abilities: Unnerving most everyone around her with a gleeful chuckle or laugh when her work brings about the desired results.
Height: 24ft
Quote: “Where there’s fire, there’s me."
Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 7
Courage: 8
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 8
Charisma: 9
Rank: 3
Profile: The universe is full of unnatural twists and turn through the never ending river of time and fate. In the evolution of a brilliant young medical student, Flareup, such twists have intertwined her with the war and savagery that has pervaded the Milky Way Galaxy. She graduated at the top of her class as a field medic after only two semesters in the program. Her efforts were graced by an obsessive fanaticism with detail and a drive to plan out every stage of her progression. She wanted to help on the Home Front and insure that those whom she so cared for, would have be able to return home and be treated with a warm smile and a bubbly laugh to ease their pain. After her graduation, such as it was, she was assigned to the front under the command of Elita-1 and her crack tactical forces deployed in the outer rim. Her direct superior had been Firestar, one of the most renowned Search and Rescue specialists in the force. Unfortunately, her time under the protective umbrella of her teacher did little to inspire her. The unpredictability of the operations in which she took part only served to drive a small wedge in her initial desires of being a field medic and a small but growing ember that began to burn ever brighter in her breast.
It was a mission in the rain forests of some unnamed planet. The Decepticons had surrounded their position. Their air forces were destroyed but the ground battalion of Vehicons still advanced to the small outpost where Flareup, Firestar and one infantryman named Scoop, held fast defense. Firestar was tending to the base commander as Scoop and Flareup were forced to make for a narrow bridge that was the last approach that linked the outpost to the invading Vehicon battalion. Flareup watched with amazement as the practiced soldier rigged the bridge to blow. While the effort he expended considerable time, as he had to find the most effective rigging point for the charges, the time was mesmerizing for Flareup. The concentration, the methodical prodding of materials and structural integrity of the bridge’s supports, the placement of the charges, all of it resulting in the spectacular explosion of the bridge over the chasm. Flareup was hooked.
It was from that point onward, Flareup began to secretly study the ins and outs of demolitions. From techniques to technology and its applications, she absorbed every tetra quad of information on the subject. It wasn’t until a surprise visit by her mentor arrived in her quarters was it that her secret was exposed. She admitted that her passion for medicine had been diminished, and through a little subtle prompting by Firestar, she began to delve deeper into her fascination with the subtext of demolitions and destruction. Not entirely out of violence, of which she admitted was a necessity that was practically unavoidable in either situation, but what fascinated her was the detailed planning and calculations necessary to achieve success.
It was with that conversation, Flareup was introduced to her current mentor Chromia, the combat officer of Elita-1’s force. Her weapons package was updated to better fit a front line soldier and her frame was slimmed down to incorporate more advanced sensors and tactile scanners. She was given higher grade storage capabilities to carry more explosives and gear.
Flareup’s personality is very off putting to most every Autobot who is familiar with her work. She is fairly young and inexperienced with the ways of the universe, almost naïve and innocent. If there had not been a war on, Flareup would probably be found more at home in Altihex or the Malls of Iacon. She is bubbly and very positive in her outlook on everything. She genuinely loves her new found work to the point of an obsession. She can be careless at times and though she is capable of defending herself or being on the offensive front line, during operations there are times where she does require an escort. Again not because she is not a capable fighter at both long or close ranges, an expert in various hand to hand melee techniques to protect herself during infiltration phases, no its because she literally loves the mechanics of her work so much that she doesn’t pay attention to the dangers of the field around her. More than once Chromia or Firestar or even to a lesser extent Moonracer, have had to pull her from her own fires. Of course Flareup simply giggles a thank you and offers a friendly smile.
She has become the little Sister of the group.
Abilities: She maneuvers readily and can utilize both her missile launcher and laser canon in her vehicle form. These two weapons combine to form a more powerful composite weapon for Flareup in robot mode. Her skin is made of special composite that allows her to withstand temperatures of up to 8,000 degrees centigrade, which proves useful for her more dangerous targets of opportunity and other assignments. Flareup is an expert at the use of "smart" explosive charges to destroy a target.
She is a capable fighter, probably closer to an expert in the melee arts, thanks to her constant sparing with Chromia and to a lesser extent, before their separation… Scoop. She has something of a soft spot for the Infantryman and admires him for his dedication and adaptability. She doesn’t like using melee weapons and prefers hand to hand unarmed combat, it leaves more room for bombs and detonators after all. In vehicle form she is capable of reaching around 330 mph and sustaining it for hours on end. Equipped with the latest in fuel reclamation technology, she is able to recapture exhaust and filter out unspent energon particles to be returned back to her fuel stores, giving her a longer deployment time on the battlefield. The rest of her exhaust passed though a coolant filter to further silence her heat signature.
Weaknesses: She is extremely focused when it comes to an assignment… or at least when the time comes the actual placement of the charges or rigging a structure for demolitions, so much so that at times she fails to take into account her own proximity to the blast radius or localized danger from guards. She requires an escort at times while she sets to work, more to remind her to get out of dodge rather than to protect her from external threats.
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Female Resistance
Function: Demolitions
Alternate Modes: Cybertronian Concept Motorcycle: Resembles Tron Legacy Combat Light Cycle
Weapons: Heavy Impact Particle Laser, Heavy Armor Breaker Missile Launcher, Combined form… Armor Piercing Impact Energon Re-curved Bow and Concussion Arrow Set.
Special Abilities: Unnerving most everyone around her with a gleeful chuckle or laugh when her work brings about the desired results.
Height: 24ft
Quote: “Where there’s fire, there’s me."
Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 7
Courage: 8
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 8
Charisma: 9
Rank: 3
Profile: The universe is full of unnatural twists and turn through the never ending river of time and fate. In the evolution of a brilliant young medical student, Flareup, such twists have intertwined her with the war and savagery that has pervaded the Milky Way Galaxy. She graduated at the top of her class as a field medic after only two semesters in the program. Her efforts were graced by an obsessive fanaticism with detail and a drive to plan out every stage of her progression. She wanted to help on the Home Front and insure that those whom she so cared for, would have be able to return home and be treated with a warm smile and a bubbly laugh to ease their pain. After her graduation, such as it was, she was assigned to the front under the command of Elita-1 and her crack tactical forces deployed in the outer rim. Her direct superior had been Firestar, one of the most renowned Search and Rescue specialists in the force. Unfortunately, her time under the protective umbrella of her teacher did little to inspire her. The unpredictability of the operations in which she took part only served to drive a small wedge in her initial desires of being a field medic and a small but growing ember that began to burn ever brighter in her breast.
It was a mission in the rain forests of some unnamed planet. The Decepticons had surrounded their position. Their air forces were destroyed but the ground battalion of Vehicons still advanced to the small outpost where Flareup, Firestar and one infantryman named Scoop, held fast defense. Firestar was tending to the base commander as Scoop and Flareup were forced to make for a narrow bridge that was the last approach that linked the outpost to the invading Vehicon battalion. Flareup watched with amazement as the practiced soldier rigged the bridge to blow. While the effort he expended considerable time, as he had to find the most effective rigging point for the charges, the time was mesmerizing for Flareup. The concentration, the methodical prodding of materials and structural integrity of the bridge’s supports, the placement of the charges, all of it resulting in the spectacular explosion of the bridge over the chasm. Flareup was hooked.
It was from that point onward, Flareup began to secretly study the ins and outs of demolitions. From techniques to technology and its applications, she absorbed every tetra quad of information on the subject. It wasn’t until a surprise visit by her mentor arrived in her quarters was it that her secret was exposed. She admitted that her passion for medicine had been diminished, and through a little subtle prompting by Firestar, she began to delve deeper into her fascination with the subtext of demolitions and destruction. Not entirely out of violence, of which she admitted was a necessity that was practically unavoidable in either situation, but what fascinated her was the detailed planning and calculations necessary to achieve success.
It was with that conversation, Flareup was introduced to her current mentor Chromia, the combat officer of Elita-1’s force. Her weapons package was updated to better fit a front line soldier and her frame was slimmed down to incorporate more advanced sensors and tactile scanners. She was given higher grade storage capabilities to carry more explosives and gear.
Flareup’s personality is very off putting to most every Autobot who is familiar with her work. She is fairly young and inexperienced with the ways of the universe, almost naïve and innocent. If there had not been a war on, Flareup would probably be found more at home in Altihex or the Malls of Iacon. She is bubbly and very positive in her outlook on everything. She genuinely loves her new found work to the point of an obsession. She can be careless at times and though she is capable of defending herself or being on the offensive front line, during operations there are times where she does require an escort. Again not because she is not a capable fighter at both long or close ranges, an expert in various hand to hand melee techniques to protect herself during infiltration phases, no its because she literally loves the mechanics of her work so much that she doesn’t pay attention to the dangers of the field around her. More than once Chromia or Firestar or even to a lesser extent Moonracer, have had to pull her from her own fires. Of course Flareup simply giggles a thank you and offers a friendly smile.
She has become the little Sister of the group.
Abilities: She maneuvers readily and can utilize both her missile launcher and laser canon in her vehicle form. These two weapons combine to form a more powerful composite weapon for Flareup in robot mode. Her skin is made of special composite that allows her to withstand temperatures of up to 8,000 degrees centigrade, which proves useful for her more dangerous targets of opportunity and other assignments. Flareup is an expert at the use of "smart" explosive charges to destroy a target.
She is a capable fighter, probably closer to an expert in the melee arts, thanks to her constant sparing with Chromia and to a lesser extent, before their separation… Scoop. She has something of a soft spot for the Infantryman and admires him for his dedication and adaptability. She doesn’t like using melee weapons and prefers hand to hand unarmed combat, it leaves more room for bombs and detonators after all. In vehicle form she is capable of reaching around 330 mph and sustaining it for hours on end. Equipped with the latest in fuel reclamation technology, she is able to recapture exhaust and filter out unspent energon particles to be returned back to her fuel stores, giving her a longer deployment time on the battlefield. The rest of her exhaust passed though a coolant filter to further silence her heat signature.
Weaknesses: She is extremely focused when it comes to an assignment… or at least when the time comes the actual placement of the charges or rigging a structure for demolitions, so much so that at times she fails to take into account her own proximity to the blast radius or localized danger from guards. She requires an escort at times while she sets to work, more to remind her to get out of dodge rather than to protect her from external threats.