I posted this a while ago, but it needed a few things changed so, here's the new and improved version
Name: Storm
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Single headed winged dragon
Weapons:
Ion Particle Chargers (x2, Robot mode only)
Internal Flamethrower (x1, Dragon mode only)
Horns (x3, Dragon mode only)
Mecha Fangs (x2, Dragon mode only)
Claws (x10)
Tail Mounted Blades (x5)
Arm-Mounted Spikes (x3 on each arm)
Special Abilities:
Robot mode flight ability
Height: 32 feet/9.76 meters
Quote: "Brute strength is the only efficient way of getting things done."
STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 7
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 9
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 7
RANK: Not yet determined
(I was a little concerned about the profile bit but here it goes)
Profile:
Storm made her first appearance on earth right around the start of the Middle Ages. The first thing her protoform optics saw was the image of a strange winged reptile in the window of a church steeple. She took an immediate liking to her new form, striking fear into the local populous of strange little organics. They often offered her four-legged creatures to consume, a habit that has stuck with her (much to the dismay of her comrades) Storm was virtually worshiped, and in return for the strange, but tasty, creatures that were offered to her, she protected the settlement in which the organics resided. Over the ages, she learned more of their culture and even learned their language, eventually being able to converse with them. However, a new leader arose amongst the organics, who decreed that Storm was a monstrous beast to be feared, and ordered that she be banished into the freezing cold mountains, never to return. Filled with rage, Storm fled to the mountains, never to be seen again. She sealed herself away in a cave, slipping into a deep recharge cycle, remaining dormant in the mountain for centuries.
She was re-awakened by her long-lost comrades after nearly a thousand years locked in the ice. She re-joined her Autobot comrades and has been fighting along side them since.
Storm is an expert of mele combat, her brutal nature carried on and off the battlefield. Her wicked sense of humor never leaves her and she almost never hesitates to hurt someone who insults her, even if that someone is her friend. Storm's gained most of her battle experience from fighting in battle arenas. She's always been tough, but years of dueling and fighting in the arena has made her a brutal fighter. Her claws make short work of the opposition, no matter what the opposition is.
Abilities:
Storm possesses ten stainless steel claws which can slice through most metals with ease. In the air, she can fly at speeds of up to 225 mph. In a nosedive, Storm is capable of exceeding speeds of 365 mph. The five blades on her tail make ideal mele weapons and usually manage to keep enemies at a comfortable distance. She prefers hand-to-hand combat however, if she finds herself at a distance, she possesses an internal flamethrower at the base of her throat that can be utilized in her dragon mode to project a jet of white-hot flames towards her opposition. Her long, slender form allows her to perform complex aerial maneuvers and provides her with superb agility. Also, she has twin ion particle chargers embedded into the palms of her hands that, when charged, can produce a brilliant ion particle beam that has a range of several hundred feet.
Weaknesses:
Storm, although having a vast array of weapons, has limited options if caught in long-range combat. Her rage can easily consume her and she will push herself far beyond her limits, to the point of near death. Her wings, although strongly armored on the back, can be rendered useless if the delicate membrane underneath is even slightly damaged. In both forms, her tail is extremely sensitive. If removed she loses her center of balance, and if it is damaged, the pain can render her immobile. Also, Storm relies heavily on mele combat, leaving her quite unskilled in how to use firearms efficiently. Her abilities with technology are also quite limited, only to the extent of basic first aid.
Sample Post:
Hitting the ground with deadly force, the blue-gray Autobot warrior tumbled along the dry earth like a rag doll, finally coming to rest near a patch of dead foliage. The red and gold seeker sneered from above, detecting no motion from the metallic heap on the ground. He made his way towards the rust-colored earth, coming to rest just a few paces from the fallen warrior.
"So, this is the best the Autobots had to offer?" he said with a laugh.
The blue-gray Autobot began to rise to it's feet.
"Some silly little femme with the wits of a Sharkticon? Megatron should have no trouble seizing control of this wretched planet."
"Y-you're one to talk small fry." The female said, struggling to hold her form above the ground. She had to hand it to the Decepticon, he was quite brave to be insulting her, considering she towered over him by about 18 feet or so. She attempted to spread her wings, but the searing pain that ensued indicated that they were broken. "I-if I were you I'd watch who you mouth off to."
"Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots" He sneered.
A dissatisfied growl escaped from the dragoness's vocal circuits. Her clawed hand gripped at the wound in her side, steadily oozing fluids, pooling around her large, taloned feet. "Trust me, you don't want to make me angry..." She snarled in disgust, her words pronounced as sharply as her steel fangs.
The Decepticon scoffed "Please, you're pathetic you worthless trash heap!"
Without a moment's hesitation, the Autobot lunged, her claws slashing at everything in sight. With one successful swipe after another, she tore the seeker's wings to pieces. Suddenly, a brilliant bolt of energy sent her flying backwards. This time she was unable to stand. She watched as the seeker came closer, weapon drawn and aimed at her head.
"You know, I was considering letting you live and taking you as a prisoner." The all-too familiar hum of a laser charging filled the air as the seeker's finger squeezed on the trigger. "But now, I'm going to kill you."
In an instant, his optics grew bright in surprise and his weapon hit the ground.
"Think again." The femme sneered.
The seeker looked down. The dragoness's tail blade had impaled him straight through the chest. Through his spark.
"I ain't dieing pal." she panted as the red and gold jet's body went limp. She could hear more Autobots coming her to her location. The Decepticon slid off of her tail-mounted blades, collapsing in a pool of his own fluids.
"STORM!" She heard the medic exclaim in urgency.
A smile crept across her face, and the world around her began to fade into darkness "At least, not today."
With those words said, her optics dimmed and she slipped into unconsciousness.
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