by Jeysie » Wed Oct 15, 2008 11:18 pm
- Motto: "Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll"
- Weapon: Dirge Gun
OK, here goes nothin', since Ember said I could try to apply for Skids... (tweaked his existing info a little to better suit the IDW-ish setting)
Name: Skids
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Theoretician/Anthropologist
Alt. mode: Dark blue second-generation Scion xB (went with his Alternators altmode)
Weapons: Liquid nitrogen rifle (600 ft. range), twin electron blasters
Special Abilities: Significantly large memory storage capacity, virtually instantaneous visual information recording
Height: 20ft, ~6m
Quote: "Deep down, we are more like than unlike humans."
STRENGTH: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 6
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 4
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 5
Profile: Skids is a habitual daydreamer who's often preoccupied with his theories... which would be fine if he wasn't usually in that state while cruising along at 60 mph. He generally can be found pondering things like arcane data about organic lifeforms, rather than more important things like the Decepticons' latest attack or just watching where he's going. Usually he rouses himself from his dazes just in time to screech to a halt and prevent himself from slamming into whatever object or being ended up in his path... usually.
Given his former career on Cybertron as an anthropologist and researcher, he considers every counter-Infiltration mission he's placed on to be a valuable scientific opportunity to learn more about the many lifeforms in the universe. Unfortunately, the fact that there's a war going on means his studies often end with him dusting ashes off recently-made ruins and wondering what might have been...
Abilities: Skids has an enormous memory storage capacity that he is constantly filling with the help of his virtually instantaneous visual recorder, capable of such feats as scanning an entire college library in two hours. In robot mode he carries a liquid nitrogen rifle which shoots a stream of the super-cooled element up to 600 feet. He also uses an electron blaster which emits a burst of 20,000 volts and can short-circuit virtually any mechanical foe.
In car mode, his brakes - by far the best among the Autobots - can decelerate him from 50 mph to zero within 25 feet. Although such sudden stops aren't good for the well-being of any car, even Skids.
Holomatter Avatar: 30-something Caucasian male dressed in old "beatnik" fashion: dark blue beret on very short brown hair, goatee, round sunglasses, dark blue turtleneck, black slim-fit jeans and dress boots.
Weaknesses: Skids is slower in car mode than the average Autobot. His daydreaming often puts him in very dangerous situations, and he can be trapped into letting his guard down when distracted by something that piques his scientific curiosity.
Sample Post: Skids had his holomatter driver hand the appropriate amount of local currency to the toll booth attendant, with the resulting, "Thank you, sir," trailing after him as he then put on a burst of speed. Soon he managed to once again catch up to the target that had held his fascination for the past twenty miles - a red convertible occupied by a pair of young adults and three energetic children. The woman in the driver's seat had been complaining at length about "mom making her spend summer vacation driving her brothers and sisters around", while the man on the passenger's side merely nodded and listened. The children were alternating between loudly singing nonsense verses, poking each other, and shouting, "Are we there, yet?" to the young woman.
Familial relations among organics always fascinated Skids... it was one of the aspects of organic life that seemed to have no real Cybertronian analogue. The best he could think of was that it was like his Academy days... having to live and train with people you might not have otherwise chosen to be around. He wondered what effect this little outing would have on the humans' development. Would they look back on this day as a chance to get to know each other better before going their separate ways? Or would the female be glad once she was completely on her own, this day just one of many events that cemented a dislike of her charges?
Or maybe they would just get blasted by the Decepticons before getting to do anything, he could almost imagine Prowl pointing out, chiding him for getting too involved again. Who am I kidding? That's how it always turns out in the end. He sighed unhappily. There had to be some way to make the cycle end here, some way he could help to...
"Blast it!" He came to a screeching halt, causing the drivers coming up behind him to swerve frantically to avoid him, shouting angrily out their windows at him as they drove past. He sheepishly started forward again and pulled himself into the breakdown lane, then began frantically accessing his GPS. Of course there was a way he could help... namely, by tailing the Battlechargers, like he was supposed to be doing before he had been distracted by the convertible! He sent out a message to the other Autobots on the mission. "Bumblebee? Windcharger? Could one of you contact me, please?"
Suddenly there was a rap on his driver's side window, and he noticed there was an older woman standing right on the other side of it. Oops, I wasn't expecting that... Well, it was a chance to test out some of his cultural notes, which he quickly pulled up into memory as he made his window roll down.
"Are you all right there, sonny? Stopped mighty quick, you did!"
"Everything's just groovy, ma'am... completely copacetic. Like, coolsville. Engine was just being a little funky on me, but it's right as rain now."
The woman simply blinked at him for a moment in surprise, then said slowly, "All... right, then. So... you don't need any help?"
Blast, must have gotten something wrong... But he kept going, "No help at all... I'm sure everything will be..."
"Skids? We were wondering where you got off to! Look, we spotted the Battlechargers heading east towards one of the major human settlements; there's no telling what Starscream is having them..."
Skids hastily cut off his comm system and continued saying to the woman, "Everything will be fiiiiiine." He punctuated the last word with a casual flip of his avatar's hand.
"...Ooo-kay. Well, I'll just be going, then..." As the woman walked far enough away to reach what she believed was out of earshot range of his driver, he heard her mutter, "Weirdo hippie... just too many of these weird types out here. I should go back to NC..."
Oh, culture clash. That was the problem. Well, no big deal, I can always adjust my notes for that... later. He activated his comm system again. "Right, sorry about getting off-course, I was... distracted by an unexpected traffic situation." That was almost the truth... "If you can relay your coordinates to me, I'll catch up as soon as I can." He started himself rolling again, looking for an exit where he could safely turn around. Better get himself back into the mission before he had to submit to one of Prowl's lectures back on the Ark again...
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Jeysie on Sat Oct 18, 2008 10:16 am, edited 1 time in total.