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Paper_Magi wrote:As a note, I'd prefer to keep the profile as is. She does interact alot with the humans, but she doesn't keep friends amongst them yet. And she see's interacting with them as they do video games. It's her escape. That also goes along with her holoavatar. She is true to the autobot cause, and would do anything ordered of her. But she does feel outcast and alone amongst them as the only fembot. As such, she expresses herself through her avatar while still being able to maintain a distance from said rebellion expressed so she can do her job as an autobot. She's also connecting with what it is to be an earth female through her avatar, taking special care and notice on personal looks. I imagine that the holoavatar can be changed by the autobot, so think of her holoavatar also an an ongoing social experiment to understand the humans, as the need to reveal oneself to them might one day be needed. It'd be better to have a broader perspective of them than just the internet, as we all saw how well that worked out in the TF movie...

Name: Arcee

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior/Humanities Specialist

Alt. mode: Metalic Fuschia Lotus Elise SC 2009 model

Weapons: Laser pistol

Special Abilities: Circut-Su, Wheeled Feet(explained below)

Height: 25ft (7.62m aprox)

Quote: "Looks are always deceiving."

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

Profile: Arcee feels alone on earth as one of the only if not the only female transformer. As such, she has gone to great lengths to connect to the population of the world to push aside the loneliness she feels. She considers herself a guru of being human. During her time on earth, she has mastered many things, from video games, the internet, and the dance floor. She has a facination with the humans constant quest to create a new persona for themselves in social settings, chatrooms, and gamerooms. She feels a certain empathy with their wish to live out a different reality from their own, one thats happier, more exciting, and less painful. This doesn't distract her from her role as a warrior. Infact, thats the only part of her life she enjoys. Many eons of training on cybertron as a practitioner of Circuit-Su have made her a worthy advisary on any field of battle. And now on earth, armed with a sleek fast sportscar body, she feels empowered on the battlefield like never before. Aside from the battlefield, she helps the autobots understand earth and it's current situations, being the most connected to the news and the culture through the internet.

Abilities: Arcee has three things that set her apart from most transformers. 1. She's female. 2. She is one of the few practitioners of Circuit-Su on earth, and having this martial arts training few know how to counter gives her an edge in melee combat. 3. She has a unique ability in robot mode due to her configuration that allows her to use two of her alt-modes tires to skate across the battlefield at impressive speeds. While she can't top off her altmodes top speed of 270mph, she can still get up to a good 80mph on a straight away this way, and she can quickly skate and manuver across a battlefield this way, out distancing her allies and enemies alike on terrain where altmodes are unadvisable. It also mixes well with her combat style, prefering to get up close and using a mix of circuit-su and her laser pistol to disable her foes while dodging their attacks quicker than they can compensate.

Weaknesses: Arcee is an upclose and personal fighter, and doesn't deal well with ranged combat, especially from airial assaults. While she can dodge presicion fire, explosive weaponry hits hard, and she isn't as well armored as some transformers to deal with it. Also, she is the most empathic towards humans amongst the autobots, and any situations where threats of violence are made against humans can test her resolve. If those threats are carried out, it angers her greatly, and she attacks without abandon, often putting herself in more harms way than she can handle.

Holomatter Avatar: Arcee's Holomatter avatar is most often seen as a punk themed girl that stands at about 5'7". She is fit and trim, with a shortcut hairstyle with long bangs being dyed pink in color. She has a tatoo of a tribal butterfly on her left wrist, and has a liking towards tight t-shirts often related to obsucre or web related humor, and baggy pants. Due to the expsensive price of Arcee's altmode on the current market, she claims she won a lawsuit against Mcdonalds. She can sometimes be found parked outside of skate parks with her holomatter avatar skating, or out streetracing.

Sample Post:
"Augh!" Arcee exclaimed as she left the meeting she had with Ironhide. "He has it out for me, I swear! You shouldn't get so attatched to these humans Arcee. This battle might not be in their favor, he says! When did he become such a pessimist?!" She continued ranting to herself like this as she left the base and headed into detroit in her altmode. She hadn't been having a good day so far. Avoiding the police after they tried to chase her down during a street race hadn't been fun. She drove by a local gaming cafe she'd become fond of and wirelessly plugged into a game of Left 4 Dead for some stress relief.

"Arcee, this is Ironhide. You're needed for a mission debriefing back at the base ASAP. We've picked up some Decepticons in Kuwait, and we need someone to scout out the situation." Arcee sighed and disconnected. Another boring re-con mission. Maybe this time she'd actually see some action and get some real stress relief. "Lets see... Kuwait kuwait kuwait... Desert, lots of oil fields, in a bad relationship with Iraq, which the U.S. is currently at war with... Lovely. They're probably trying to stir up some trouble and steal off as much oil as they can in the chaos without getting noticed."

As she got back to the base, she noticed a couple of the other Autobots getting ready aswell. Hound and Cliffjumper most noticeably. "Well this might be fun afterall" she though to herself while scoping out Hound. She always did have a thing for the rugged and quiet type. She readied her own gear, getting her laser pistol ready and grabbing a couple extra rounds of ammo and a few disruptor grenades from the weapons locker. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

"You guys ready for this shindig?" She asked her commerades, grinning at their befuddled expressions. "Right on then. Lets get this party started. It's B.Y.O.B. btw boys, and no blowing up the sunshine."

"Arcee, stop talking gibberish!" Ironhide commanded. "This mission is serious. We're picking up atleast three decepticons in the area around the Burgan Oil Field. We need you three out there to find out why. Hound, your job is to keep your team from being noticed. Arcee, you're to scout the area and gather recon. Cliffjumper, you're going as back-up incase things go bad. Now head out, and the best of luck!"

Arcee nodded and moved into the jump platform. Her circuits ached with anticipation. She really wanted to kick some decepticon tail today.

Alright, let's see here. You're going to have to nix the direct interaction with humans. That means no dance clubs, no street racing, and no video gaming unless it's done strictly online. She can surf the net and interact with humans in that manner, but as far as actual contact, that's a no no. The Bots are on a stealth mission which means no direct interaction with natives on any planet they are on. The explanation of the holoavatar is fine; so no problems there. One more thing, she is not the only femme around; they may not be numerous, but they are around.

-sigh- I give, I give

Name: Arcee

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior/Humanities Specialist

Alt. mode: Metalic Fuschia Lotus Elise SC 2009 model

Weapons: Laser pistol

Special Abilities: Circut-Su, Wheeled Feet(explained below)

Height: 25ft (7.62m aprox)

Quote: "Looks are always deceiving."

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

Profile: Arcee feels alone on earth as one of the only if not the only female transformer. As such, she has gone to great lengths to connect to the population of the world to push aside the loneliness she feels. She considers herself a guru of being human. During her time on earth, she has mastered many things, from video games, and off-beat cultural humor. She has a facination with the humans constant quest to create a new persona for themselves in social settings, chatrooms, and gamerooms. She feels a certain empathy with their wish to live out a different reality from their own, one thats happier, more exciting, and less painful. This doesn't distract her from her role as a warrior. Infact, thats the only part of her life she enjoys. Many eons of training on cybertron as a practitioner of Circuit-Su have made her a worthy advisary on any field of battle. And now on earth, armed with a sleek fast sportscar body, she feels empowered on the battlefield like never before. Aside from the battlefield, she helps the autobots understand earth and it's current situations, being the most connected to the news and the culture through the internet.

Abilities: Arcee has three things that set her apart from most transformers. 1. She's female. 2. She is one of the few practitioners of Circuit-Su on earth, and having this martial arts training few know how to counter gives her an edge in melee combat. 3. She has a unique ability in robot mode due to her configuration that allows her to use two of her alt-modes tires to skate across the battlefield at impressive speeds. While she can't top off her altmodes top speed of 270mph, she can still get up to a good 80mph on a straight away this way, and she can quickly skate and manuver across a battlefield this way, out distancing her allies and enemies alike on terrain where altmodes are unadvisable. It also mixes well with her combat style, prefering to get up close and using a mix of circuit-su and her laser pistol to disable her foes while dodging their attacks quicker than they can compensate.

Weaknesses: Arcee is an upclose and personal fighter, and doesn't deal well with ranged combat, especially from airial assaults. While she can dodge presicion fire, explosive weaponry hits hard, and she isn't as well armored as some transformers to deal with it. Also, she is the most empathic towards humans amongst the autobots, and any situations where threats of violence are made against humans can test her resolve. If those threats are carried out, it angers her greatly, and she attacks without abandon, often putting herself in more harms way than she can handle.

Holomatter Avatar: Arcee's Holomatter avatar is most often seen as a punk themed girl that stands at about 5'7". She is fit and trim, with a shortcut hairstyle with long bangs being dyed pink in color. She has a tatoo of a tribal butterfly on her left wrist, and has a liking towards tight t-shirts often related to obsucre or web related humor, and baggy pants.

Sample Post:

"Arcee, this is Ironhide. You're needed for a mission debriefing ASAP. We've picked up some Decepticons in Kuwait, and we need someone to scout out the situation." Arcee sighed and disconnected from the gameroom she was linked into. Another boring re-con mission. Maybe this time she'd actually see some action and get some real stress relief. "Lets see... Kuwait kuwait kuwait... Desert, lots of oil fields, in a bad relationship with Iraq, which the U.S. is currently at war with... Lovely. They're probably trying to stir up some trouble and steal off as much oil as they can in the chaos without getting noticed."

As she entered the readyroom, she noticed a couple of the other Autobots getting ready aswell. Hound and Cliffjumper most noticeably. "Well this might be fun afterall" she thought to herself while scoping out Hound. She always did have a thing for the rugged and quiet type. She readied her own gear, getting her laser pistol ready and grabbing a couple extra rounds of ammo and a few disruptor grenades from the weapons locker. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

"You guys ready for this shindig?" She asked her commerades, grinning at their befuddled expressions. "Right on then. Lets get this party started. It's B.Y.O.B. by the way boys, and no blowing up the sunshine."

"Arcee, stop talking gibberish!" Ironhide commanded. "This mission is serious. We're picking up atleast three decepticons in the area around the Burgan Oil Field. We need you three out there to find out why. Hound, your job is to keep your team from being noticed. Arcee, you're to scout the area and gather recon. Cliffjumper, you're going as back-up incase things go bad. Now head out, and the best of luck!"

Arcee nodded and moved into the jump platform. Her circuits ached with anticipation. She really wanted to kick some decepticon tail today.

Paper_Magi wrote:-sigh- I give, I give

Name: Arcee

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior/Humanities Specialist

Alt. mode: Metalic Fuschia Lotus Elise SC 2009 model

Weapons: Laser pistol

Special Abilities: Circut-Su, Wheeled Feet(explained below)

Height: 25ft (7.62m aprox)

Quote: "Looks are always deceiving."

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

Profile: Arcee feels alone on earth as one of the only if not the only female transformer. As such, she has gone to great lengths to connect to the population of the world to push aside the loneliness she feels. She considers herself a guru of being human. During her time on earth, she has mastered many things, from video games, and off-beat cultural humor. She has a facination with the humans constant quest to create a new persona for themselves in social settings, chatrooms, and gamerooms. She feels a certain empathy with their wish to live out a different reality from their own, one thats happier, more exciting, and less painful. This doesn't distract her from her role as a warrior. Infact, thats the only part of her life she enjoys. Many eons of training on cybertron as a practitioner of Circuit-Su have made her a worthy advisary on any field of battle. And now on earth, armed with a sleek fast sportscar body, she feels empowered on the battlefield like never before. Aside from the battlefield, she helps the autobots understand earth and it's current situations, being the most connected to the news and the culture through the internet.

Abilities: Arcee has three things that set her apart from most transformers. 1. She's female. 2. She is one of the few practitioners of Circuit-Su on earth, and having this martial arts training few know how to counter gives her an edge in melee combat. 3. She has a unique ability in robot mode due to her configuration that allows her to use two of her alt-modes tires to skate across the battlefield at impressive speeds. While she can't top off her altmodes top speed of 270mph, she can still get up to a good 80mph on a straight away this way, and she can quickly skate and manuver across a battlefield this way, out distancing her allies and enemies alike on terrain where altmodes are unadvisable. It also mixes well with her combat style, prefering to get up close and using a mix of circuit-su and her laser pistol to disable her foes while dodging their attacks quicker than they can compensate.

Weaknesses: Arcee is an upclose and personal fighter, and doesn't deal well with ranged combat, especially from airial assaults. While she can dodge presicion fire, explosive weaponry hits hard, and she isn't as well armored as some transformers to deal with it. Also, she is the most empathic towards humans amongst the autobots, and any situations where threats of violence are made against humans can test her resolve. If those threats are carried out, it angers her greatly, and she attacks without abandon, often putting herself in more harms way than she can handle.

Holomatter Avatar: Arcee's Holomatter avatar is most often seen as a punk themed girl that stands at about 5'7". She is fit and trim, with a shortcut hairstyle with long bangs being dyed pink in color. She has a tatoo of a tribal butterfly on her left wrist, and has a liking towards tight t-shirts often related to obsucre or web related humor, and baggy pants.

Sample Post:

"Arcee, this is Ironhide. You're needed for a mission debriefing ASAP. We've picked up some Decepticons in Kuwait, and we need someone to scout out the situation." Arcee sighed and disconnected from the gameroom she was linked into. Another boring re-con mission. Maybe this time she'd actually see some action and get some real stress relief. "Lets see... Kuwait kuwait kuwait... Desert, lots of oil fields, in a bad relationship with Iraq, which the U.S. is currently at war with... Lovely. They're probably trying to stir up some trouble and steal off as much oil as they can in the chaos without getting noticed."

As she entered the readyroom, she noticed a couple of the other Autobots getting ready aswell. Hound and Cliffjumper most noticeably. "Well this might be fun afterall" she thought to herself while scoping out Hound. She always did have a thing for the rugged and quiet type. She readied her own gear, getting her laser pistol ready and grabbing a couple extra rounds of ammo and a few disruptor grenades from the weapons locker. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

"You guys ready for this shindig?" She asked her commerades, grinning at their befuddled expressions. "Right on then. Lets get this party started. It's B.Y.O.B. by the way boys, and no blowing up the sunshine."

"Arcee, stop talking gibberish!" Ironhide commanded. "This mission is serious. We're picking up atleast three decepticons in the area around the Burgan Oil Field. We need you three out there to find out why. Hound, your job is to keep your team from being noticed. Arcee, you're to scout the area and gather recon. Cliffjumper, you're going as back-up incase things go bad. Now head out, and the best of luck!"

Arcee nodded and moved into the jump platform. Her circuits ached with anticipation. She really wanted to kick some decepticon tail today.

Approved. Start her at the base.

Rank?

Paper_Magi wrote:Rank?

Rank 6.

I hope i did this Right.

Name: Sunstreaker
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Lamborghini Diablo
Weapons: Electron-Pulse Gun, laser-guided, right shoulder-mounted, ground-to-air missile launcher
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: “They can't beat the best.”

Strength: 05
Intelligence: 06
Dexterity: 08
Speed: 07
Endurance: 08
Courage: 07
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 08
Melee: 09
Tech Skill: 05
Charisma: 03
Rank: 05

Profile: Long ago, before the war, Sunstreaker was a patron of illegal underground death matches in the Forge,where he cheered on Megatron in his first victory there. He returned several times more, including to watch Megatron's 54th battle in the arena, this time apparently alongside his brother, Sideswipe.

When Megatron, rising in power and influence, put on a recruitment call to all-comers, Sunstreaker happily answered his call. Sideswipe tried to talk him out of joining the fights, to no avail. Sunstreaker apparently thought the call was for participation in the illegal gladiatorial games, but it was actually the first recruitment call for the Decepticon army. How they took Megatron's announcement, the apparent murder of a Senator, and how they faired when Autobot security forces raided the meeting is unknown. Neither he, nor any of the other Autobots-to-be that were present at the "rally", were seen again in prison or upon the Decepticons' escape and ravaging of Kaon. Presumably they were released due to lack of arrest warrants on them.

With the start of the Great War, Sunstreaker finally found the perfect outlet for some of his colder, violent tendencies. There were some among the Autobots who were shocked to see him sign up with their faction. His attitude and personality seemed more fitting with the brutal Decepticons. Some think he joined the Autobots just to stay on the same side as Sideswipe and look after him, others say it was because he couldn’t deal with the dictatorial authority of the Decepticons, and some even say it was because the Autobot HQ was closer. Not even Sideswipe knows why, and on one is asking Sunstreaker.

[From the Personal Datatracks of Sideswipe, Autobot Warrior] He might be my twin brother, but there’s still a lot about Sunstreaker that even I don’t get. He thinks he’s the prettiest thing ever, but it’s not enough for him to just think that; Sunstreaker needs everyone to know he’s better than they are. He goes on and on about how his style and looks outmatches everyone else’s. This leads to a lot of tension between him and other Autobots, who he’s constantly tearing down behind their backs. I think the only reason I get excluded from this contempt, to my face at least, is because he needs someone to talk to about it or he might go nuts. A lot of ‘bots have said that talking to Sunstreaker is a creepy experience; even when he’s pretending to be cool with you, there’s something going on behind those icy optic sensors of his. Almost like he’s sizing you up and thinking about ten different ways he could pull out your fuel pump…I think what bothers them most is the fact that he probably could. ‘Streaker’s one of the best fighters we’ve got and he’s downright scary when he gets into battle: cold, ruthless, and without any shred of mercy. But, hey…he is my brother.

Abilities: Sunstreaker’s strength is only a bit above average, but his mastery of combat is top notch. From hand-to-hand gladiatorial combat to sharp shooting, Sunstreaker has it covered. He’s a calculating and methodical fighter with great agility and polymer-steel skin that shrugs off most artillery. In vehicle mode, he’s got excellent speed. As a robot, he’s armed with an electron-pulse rifle that fires 300 bursts per earth second and laser guided ground to air missiles. Each missile is the equivalent of 450 lbs. of TNT and can down a Decepticon jet fighter at a maximum distance of 37.5 miles.

Weaknesses: [Medical Assessment, From Ratchet, Autobot Surgeon] Frankly Optimus, its Sunstreaker’s attitude that worries me most. He’s got all the signs of sociopathic tendencies, which makes him a potential danger to his own teammates. He’s easily baited into battle, and his inability to work effectively with anyone but Sideswipe puts him at great risk.

Sample Post: Sunstreaker hated this planet. It was so…moist. It was a miracle he hadn’t come down with some sort of rust or something yet. An entire planet nearly covered in liquid. Why would anyone be interested in a mudball like this was beyond him. It wasn’t just that though, but it was all the creatures living on it too. They were all so squishy and hairy. It was such a miserable little world. In his opinion the Decepticons were welcome to it. Command hadn’t agreed with his assessment though. No, they had to make sure not planet fell to the Decepticons, no matter how pathetic and wet it was.

Even then he wouldn’t mind being stuck here so much. At least he would be on the frontlines of the war smashing some Decepticon heads. Unfortunately the planet was home to some slightly evolved organic lifeforms. That meant they had to go through the whole ridiculous infiltration process. That meant he was stuck with a primitive alternate mode and driving around with a holomatter recreation of one of the dominant lifeforms. If that wasn’t bad enough, it also meant they couldn’t just directly fight the cons. They were out there too, hiding. First you had to fight them, and even then you couldn’t transform and punch them in the face. You had to find somewhere isolated and then beat their faces in. He rarely had the patience for anything like that.

In fact, it was that lack of patience that had him on the roads right now. His commander had tired of having him pacing around the base complaining and so he had sent him out on patrol. It wasn’t much of a batter alternative, not in his eyes at least. Sure, he was out driving around now, but patrol duty was far beneath him. On top of that he had to mingle with the natives, and he had no confidence in their driving abilities.

The sleek autobot pulled up to a red light and stopped. A red convertible packed with young men out for the weekend pulled up next to him. The driver glanced over at the yellow Lamborghini next to him and quickly noticed the attractive blonde female that was Sunstreaker’s holomatter avatar in the driver’s seat. “Hey baby, that’s a hot car you got there! Sure you can handle it all by yourself.” The woman looked over at the other driver, a slightly creepy smile plastered on her face, then turned back to look at the road.

‘Great, the natives are trying to talk to me. That’s just what I want to do, is communicate with these lesser lifeforms.’

“Come on baby, how about you show me what you can do with that car.” The man revved the engine of his own car.

That was a language Sunstreaker understood quite clearly. If these little primitives wanted a race, he would give them one. The Autobot warrior began revving his own engine in response. When the light turned green the two cars shot off. The cars remained neck and neck of the fortunately clear streets, but this was only because the Autobot felt like taunting them a bit. There was no car made by man that could keep up with him.

Sunstreaker was just starting to pull ahead when he spotted road construction rapidly approaching ahead of them. His lane was blocked with large cement blocks, something he had no desire to run into. He gunned his engine and slid ahead of the other car and then quickly cut in front of it. The move startled the man driving the other car, causing him to hit the brakes and go into a spin. He ended up slamming the rear and left side of his car into the concrete barrier.

Sunstreaker swerved to a stop some distance down the road. He scanned back at the other car and detected positive life signs from all of the occupants, although they were certainly a bit banged up. ‘That should teach them not to race with the best. Losers.’ With a squeal of tires the Lamborghini shot off.

Big_C wrote:I hope i did this Right.

Name: Sunstreaker
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Lamborghini Diablo
Weapons: Electron-Pulse Gun, laser-guided, right shoulder-mounted, ground-to-air missile launcher
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: “They can't beat the best.”

Strength: 05
Intelligence: 06
Dexterity: 08
Speed: 07
Endurance: 08
Courage: 07
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 08
Melee: 09
Tech Skill: 05
Charisma: 03
Rank: 05

Profile: Long ago, before the war, Sunstreaker was a patron of illegal underground death matches in the Forge,where he cheered on Megatron in his first victory there. He returned several times more, including to watch Megatron's 54th battle in the arena, this time apparently alongside his brother, Sideswipe.

When Megatron, rising in power and influence, put on a recruitment call to all-comers, Sunstreaker happily answered his call. Sideswipe tried to talk him out of joining the fights, to no avail. Sunstreaker apparently thought the call was for participation in the illegal gladiatorial games, but it was actually the first recruitment call for the Decepticon army. How they took Megatron's announcement, the apparent murder of a Senator, and how they faired when Autobot security forces raided the meeting is unknown. Neither he, nor any of the other Autobots-to-be that were present at the "rally", were seen again in prison or upon the Decepticons' escape and ravaging of Kaon. Presumably they were released due to lack of arrest warrants on them.

With the start of the Great War, Sunstreaker finally found the perfect outlet for some of his colder, violent tendencies. There were some among the Autobots who were shocked to see him sign up with their faction. His attitude and personality seemed more fitting with the brutal Decepticons. Some think he joined the Autobots just to stay on the same side as Sideswipe and look after him, others say it was because he couldn’t deal with the dictatorial authority of the Decepticons, and some even say it was because the Autobot HQ was closer. Not even Sideswipe knows why, and on one is asking Sunstreaker.

[From the Personal Datatracks of Sideswipe, Autobot Warrior] He might be my twin brother, but there’s still a lot about Sunstreaker that even I don’t get. He thinks he’s the prettiest thing ever, but it’s not enough for him to just think that; Sunstreaker needs everyone to know he’s better than they are. He goes on and on about how his style and looks outmatches everyone else’s. This leads to a lot of tension between him and other Autobots, who he’s constantly tearing down behind their backs. I think the only reason I get excluded from this contempt, to my face at least, is because he needs someone to talk to about it or he might go nuts. A lot of ‘bots have said that talking to Sunstreaker is a creepy experience; even when he’s pretending to be cool with you, there’s something going on behind those icy optic sensors of his. Almost like he’s sizing you up and thinking about ten different ways he could pull out your fuel pump…I think what bothers them most is the fact that he probably could. ‘Streaker’s one of the best fighters we’ve got and he’s downright scary when he gets into battle: cold, ruthless, and without any shred of mercy. But, hey…he is my brother.

Abilities: Sunstreaker’s strength is only a bit above average, but his mastery of combat is top notch. From hand-to-hand gladiatorial combat to sharp shooting, Sunstreaker has it covered. He’s a calculating and methodical fighter with great agility and polymer-steel skin that shrugs off most artillery. In vehicle mode, he’s got excellent speed. As a robot, he’s armed with an electron-pulse rifle that fires 300 bursts per earth second and laser guided ground to air missiles. Each missile is the equivalent of 450 lbs. of TNT and can down a Decepticon jet fighter at a maximum distance of 37.5 miles.

Weaknesses: [Medical Assessment, From Ratchet, Autobot Surgeon] Frankly Optimus, its Sunstreaker’s attitude that worries me most. He’s got all the signs of sociopathic tendencies, which makes him a potential danger to his own teammates. He’s easily baited into battle, and his inability to work effectively with anyone but Sideswipe puts him at great risk.

Sample Post: Sunstreaker hated this planet. It was so…moist. It was a miracle he hadn’t come down with some sort of rust or something yet. An entire planet nearly covered in liquid. Why would anyone be interested in a mudball like this was beyond him. It wasn’t just that though, but it was all the creatures living on it too. They were all so squishy and hairy. It was such a miserable little world. In his opinion the Decepticons were welcome to it. Command hadn’t agreed with his assessment though. No, they had to make sure not planet fell to the Decepticons, no matter how pathetic and wet it was.

Even then he wouldn’t mind being stuck here so much. At least he would be on the frontlines of the war smashing some Decepticon heads. Unfortunately the planet was home to some slightly evolved organic lifeforms. That meant they had to go through the whole ridiculous infiltration process. That meant he was stuck with a primitive alternate mode and driving around with a holomatter recreation of one of the dominant lifeforms. If that wasn’t bad enough, it also meant they couldn’t just directly fight the cons. They were out there too, hiding. First you had to fight them, and even then you couldn’t transform and punch them in the face. You had to find somewhere isolated and then beat their faces in. He rarely had the patience for anything like that.

In fact, it was that lack of patience that had him on the roads right now. His commander had tired of having him pacing around the base complaining and so he had sent him out on patrol. It wasn’t much of a batter alternative, not in his eyes at least. Sure, he was out driving around now, but patrol duty was far beneath him. On top of that he had to mingle with the natives, and he had no confidence in their driving abilities.

The sleek autobot pulled up to a red light and stopped. A red convertible packed with young men out for the weekend pulled up next to him. The driver glanced over at the yellow Lamborghini next to him and quickly noticed the attractive blonde female that was Sunstreaker’s holomatter avatar in the driver’s seat. “Hey baby, that’s a hot car you got there! Sure you can handle it all by yourself.” The woman looked over at the other driver, a slightly creepy smile plastered on her face, then turned back to look at the road.

‘Great, the natives are trying to talk to me. That’s just what I want to do, is communicate with these lesser lifeforms.’

“Come on baby, how about you show me what you can do with that car.” The man revved the engine of his own car.

That was a language Sunstreaker understood quite clearly. If these little primitives wanted a race, he would give them one. The Autobot warrior began revving his own engine in response. When the light turned green the two cars shot off. The cars remained neck and neck of the fortunately clear streets, but this was only because the Autobot felt like taunting them a bit. There was no car made by man that could keep up with him.

Sunstreaker was just starting to pull ahead when he spotted road construction rapidly approaching ahead of them. His lane was blocked with large cement blocks, something he had no desire to run into. He gunned his engine and slid ahead of the other car and then quickly cut in front of it. The move startled the man driving the other car, causing him to hit the brakes and go into a spin. He ended up slamming the rear and left side of his car into the concrete barrier.

Sunstreaker swerved to a stop some distance down the road. He scanned back at the other car and detected positive life signs from all of the occupants, although they were certainly a bit banged up. ‘That should teach them not to race with the best. Losers.’ With a squeal of tires the Lamborghini shot off.

You did it right, unfortunately Sunstreaker is being played. You might want to check the canon roster list to see who's being played and who is available.

I know Jazz isn't currently active but maybe we could bring him back??!?

Jazz

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Special Operations Director
Alt. Mode: Silver Nissan 350z
Weapons: photon rifle
Height: 28ft / 8.9m
Quote: “Do it with style, or don’t bother doing it!”

Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 7
Courage: 7
Firepower: 4
Accuracy:5
Melee: 6
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 9



Profile: To say Jazz has a quick mind and a thirst for knowledge would be an understatement. He’s always ready to learn knew things or experience new adventure, which is why he was Optimus Prime’s right-hand mech when the Great War spread across Cybertron. If there’s a dangerous mission to be done, Jazz will be the first to volunteer—and it’s a safe bet that he’ll handle it with enviable confidence and flair, although he might get sidetracked by something interesting along the way. He can adapt to just about anything, he can even assimilate into just about any culture after just observing them for a little while—although it can be sometimes hard for a giant robot to fit in. Still, the war provides Jazz with the adventure and excitement that a ‘Bot like him lives for; he revels in the challenge, though he’s smart enough not to tell anyone.

Abilities: Being fairly quick and athletic Jazz can dodge a fair amount of melee attacks and pretty handy with a Laser Pistol need be. His true strength comes from the understanding of cultures around the universe. He is Prime’s number 1 negotiators with locals.

Weaknesses: No matter where he is, Jazz can be prone to distraction by local sights and customs. He loves anything fast and tries to show off. Also is still recovering from memory loss and still slightly traumatized.

Avatar: A well dressed African American in his mid-twenties.

Sample Post:

Jazz is driving down the highway trying to clear his head. He remembers bits and pieces of his past but the puzzle is still scrambled. He turns on the radio to listen to Earth’s popular music. Humans have a thing for extremely loud bass. Jazz likes this. Jazz really likes this. In the lane next to him a beater car is full of teenage boys staring at Jazz. Jazz knows he isn’t supposed to get attention but it’s just to tempting. He buries his needle and slides around the corner causing a cloud of smoke. Always going out in style, that’s what jazz does best

This will be my first character application. Here's looking forward to a good game.

Name: Pipes

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. Mode: Freightliner COE Semi-truck Cab

Weapons: Laser Pistol

Special Abilities: Corrosive Gas Exhaust

Height: 18ft / 5.5m

Quote: “One being’s junk is another’s art.”

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

Profile: Originally a simple merchant on Cybertron, Pipes took on the role of soldier following the dawn of the War. An excellent fighter – tough, brave, and innately very strong – otherwise worthy of little note, except for his eccentric hobby. The Autobot has strange fascination with discard technology and gadgetry, starting as his early days in the bazaars on Cybertron. Since coming to Earth, Pipes has become enamored of the humans’ primitive and ingenious technology. He is so enthralled by Earth technology that he has taken to collecting these artifacts, storing them within a secluded corner of the Ark-19, a miniature museum to America’s consumer culture. He will gladly talk for endless hours about each of item in his prized collection, much to the exasperation of his compatriots. Of course he makes a point to not allow his hobby to interfere with his responsibilities to the Autobot cause – at least not usually.

Pipes’ avatar is that of a middle-aged male human of a particularly large body-type and thick grey mustache and beard. He is dressed in a pair of navy-blue overalls, a dusty, plaid shirt and light blue baseball cap worn backwards.

Abilities: In vehicle mode, Pipes can travel 100 mph, has a range of 400 miles and can haul up to 60 tons. He is among the strongest of Autobots and has a wealth of endurance. His most notable ability, which he has trouble controlling, is to emit clouds of corrosive gases from his exhaust pipes. This is possible in both modes, but is more useful in robot mode, when he has more control. If he stays at it for at least ten minutes, these noxious gases will eat through a 2” slab of ordinary steel.

Weaknesses: Pipes is fairly tough; but even a mere scratch to his corrosion-resistant armor leaves him vulnerable to the destructive effects of his own exhaust gases. Often, in the heat of battle, Pipes is unaware of such blemishes and, consequently, sometimes succumbs to his own weapon.

Sample Post:

It was habit rather than a genuine sense of duty that had drawn Pipes to volunteer for a morning patrol into the surrounding area, or more precisely the local human scrap yard. After several hours out in the field, the Autobot soon found himself back at the Ark-19, with a full compartment of new items for his “collection”, hidden away in a remote locker from prying optics. As he made his way to the storage area, a large, white-and-black metal frame towering over him hailed the Autobot.

“Pipes, you were due back from your round mega-cycles ago,” Prowl said, “Care to explain yourself?”

Pipes stammered a bit, “I’m sorry sir, but I assure you I have a good reason. I made some very amazing discoveries!”

“Discoveries? What do you mean?” Prowl inquired, his tone noticeably lighter, if only just.

Pipes reached into his side compartment and pulled from out of it a rusted, worn-out machine noticeably of human design by its relatively small size. Of course, the Autobot was completely enthralled by it,

“It’s amazing, isn’t it? This apparatus is capable heating organic matter and the polarized molecules inside by means of dielectric heating. Humans call it a ‘microwave oven’.”

“Enough Pipes,” Prowl retorted, his demeanor quickly returning to his usual self, “This isn’t the time nor the place for your absurdities. I have known about your recent tours off-duty and I have been willing to overlook them. However, now I can’t be turning a blind optic anymore. Get yourself prepped and ready in the briefing room within the next cycle. This is the only warning I’m going to give you.”

With that, Pipes sadly nodded his head and put the broken kitchen appliance back into his side-compartment. He did not like being reprimanded by his superior, but Prowl couldn’t understand him; not many Autobots did. What was just useless junk to them was so much more to him, it was the history of this world, a planet alien to them and yet so similar, if primitively, in terms of society and technology, and it all ended in the dump. If no one was willing to preserve these battered pieces, by its natives or Cybertronian, it’s left to him to carry on where they were unwilling. After all, who’s going to rescue them when they end up in the trash?

Big_C wrote:I know Jazz isn't currently active but maybe we could bring him back??!?

Jazz

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Special Operations Director
Alt. Mode: Silver Nissan 350z
Weapons: photon rifle
Height: 28ft / 8.9m
Quote: “Do it with style, or don’t bother doing it!”

Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 7
Courage: 7
Firepower: 4
Accuracy:5
Melee: 6
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 9



Profile: To say Jazz has a quick mind and a thirst for knowledge would be an understatement. He’s always ready to learn knew things or experience new adventure, which is why he was Optimus Prime’s right-hand mech when the Great War spread across Cybertron. If there’s a dangerous mission to be done, Jazz will be the first to volunteer—and it’s a safe bet that he’ll handle it with enviable confidence and flair, although he might get sidetracked by something interesting along the way. He can adapt to just about anything, he can even assimilate into just about any culture after just observing them for a little while—although it can be sometimes hard for a giant robot to fit in. Still, the war provides Jazz with the adventure and excitement that a ‘Bot like him lives for; he revels in the challenge, though he’s smart enough not to tell anyone.

Abilities: Being fairly quick and athletic Jazz can dodge a fair amount of melee attacks and pretty handy with a Laser Pistol need be. His true strength comes from the understanding of cultures around the universe. He is Prime’s number 1 negotiators with locals.

Weaknesses: No matter where he is, Jazz can be prone to distraction by local sights and customs. He loves anything fast and tries to show off. Also is still recovering from memory loss and still slightly traumatized.

Avatar: A well dressed African American in his mid-twenties.

Sample Post:

Jazz is driving down the highway trying to clear his head. He remembers bits and pieces of his past but the puzzle is still scrambled. He turns on the radio to listen to Earth’s popular music. Humans have a thing for extremely loud bass. Jazz likes this. Jazz really likes this. In the lane next to him a beater car is full of teenage boys staring at Jazz. Jazz knows he isn’t supposed to get attention but it’s just to tempting. He buries his needle and slides around the corner causing a cloud of smoke. Always going out in style, that’s what jazz does best

Denied. You need to elaborate on what it is that Jazz's memory is suppressing. The abilities section needs to be developed more. Talk about his weapons, he uses a light and music show you never mentioned it. The sample is completely lacking. Unfortunately it is not up to our standards.

And another thing on sample posts. You may NOT apply for a character and use someone elses sample post as your own, that's called plagerism and it is certainly not accepted here and will not be tolerated. So make sure any work you do is your own.

A Kid in a Hat wrote:This will be my first character application. Here's looking forward to a good game.

Name: Pipes

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. Mode: Freightliner COE Semi-truck Cab

Weapons: Laser Pistol

Special Abilities: Corrosive Gas Exhaust

Height: 18ft / 5.5m

Quote: “One being’s junk is another’s art.”

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

Profile: Originally a simple merchant on Cybertron, Pipes took on the role of soldier following the dawn of the War. An excellent fighter – tough, brave, and innately very strong – otherwise worthy of little note, except for his eccentric hobby. The Autobot has strange fascination with discard technology and gadgetry, starting as his early days in the bazaars on Cybertron. Since coming to Earth, Pipes has become enamored of the humans’ primitive and ingenious technology. He is so enthralled by Earth technology that he has taken to collecting these artifacts, storing them within a secluded corner of the Ark-19, a miniature museum to America’s consumer culture. He will gladly talk for endless hours about each of item in his prized collection, much to the exasperation of his compatriots. Of course he makes a point to not allow his hobby to interfere with his responsibilities to the Autobot cause – at least not usually.

Pipes’ avatar is that of a middle-aged male human of a particularly large body-type and thick grey mustache and beard. He is dressed in a pair of navy-blue overalls, a dusty, plaid shirt and light blue baseball cap worn backwards.

Abilities: In vehicle mode, Pipes can travel 100 mph, has a range of 400 miles and can haul up to 60 tons. He is among the strongest of Autobots and has a wealth of endurance. His most notable ability, which he has trouble controlling, is to emit clouds of corrosive gases from his exhaust pipes. This is possible in both modes, but is more useful in robot mode, when he has more control. If he stays at it for at least ten minutes, these noxious gases will eat through a 2” slab of ordinary steel.

Weaknesses: Pipes is fairly tough; but even a mere scratch to his corrosion-resistant armor leaves him vulnerable to the destructive effects of his own exhaust gases. Often, in the heat of battle, Pipes is unaware of such blemishes and, consequently, sometimes succumbs to his own weapon.

Sample Post:

It was habit rather than a genuine sense of duty that had drawn Pipes to volunteer for a morning patrol into the surrounding area, or more precisely the local human scrap yard. After several hours out in the field, the Autobot soon found himself back at the Ark-19, with a full compartment of new items for his “collection”, hidden away in a remote locker from prying optics. As he made his way to the storage area, a large, white-and-black metal frame towering over him hailed the Autobot.

“Pipes, you were due back from your round mega-cycles ago,” Prowl said, “Care to explain yourself?”

Pipes stammered a bit, “I’m sorry sir, but I assure you I have a good reason. I made some very amazing discoveries!”

“Discoveries? What do you mean?” Prowl inquired, his tone noticeably lighter, if only just.

Pipes reached into his side compartment and pulled from out of it a rusted, worn-out machine noticeably of human design by its relatively small size. Of course, the Autobot was completely enthralled by it,

“It’s amazing, isn’t it? This apparatus is capable heating organic matter and the polarized molecules inside by means of dielectric heating. Humans call it a ‘microwave oven’.”

“Enough Pipes,” Prowl retorted, his demeanor quickly returning to his usual self, “This isn’t the time nor the place for your absurdities. I have known about your recent tours off-duty and I have been willing to overlook them. However, now I can’t be turning a blind optic anymore. Get yourself prepped and ready in the briefing room within the next cycle. This is the only warning I’m going to give you.”

With that, Pipes sadly nodded his head and put the broken kitchen appliance back into his side-compartment. He did not like being reprimanded by his superior, but Prowl couldn’t understand him; not many Autobots did. What was just useless junk to them was so much more to him, it was the history of this world, a planet alien to them and yet so similar, if primitively, in terms of society and technology, and it all ended in the dump. If no one was willing to preserve these battered pieces, by its natives or Cybertronian, it’s left to him to carry on where they were unwilling. After all, who’s going to rescue them when they end up in the trash?

Nice job. Just two little things. First, bump his dexterity to 5 and second, drop his tech skill down to 6. Once you've done that start him in the briefing room with the other Bots.

Lets try this again. i got the profile from the marvel bios section.



Jazz

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Special Operations
Alt. Mode: Silver Nissan 350z
Weapons: photon rifle
Height: 28ft / 8.9m
Quote: “Do it with style, or don’t bother doing it!”

Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 7
Courage: 7
Firepower: 4
Accuracy:5
Melee: 6
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 9



Profile: Jazz would be cruising down Bourbon Street in New Orleans or be double-parked outside a cellar club in Greenwich Village soaking up the local sounds if he weren't in the middle of a war. He's a confirmed Earthen culture junkie- he can talk fluently about ballet or break-dancing (although he prefers the latter), and he's always on the lookout for more stuff to turn on to. His knowledge of Earthen ways and his easy adaptability to Earthen environments make him the indispensable right-hand man of his commander, Optimus Prime. He's often given the most dangerous assignments, and, with characteristic coolness, usually pulls them off using something out of his seemingly bottomless bag of tricks. He'd rather dazzle you with style than accomplish a mission the easy way.

Abilities: Being fairly quick and athletic Jazz can dodge a fair amount of melee attacks and pretty handy with a Laser Pistol need be. His true strength comes from the understanding of cultures around the universe. He is Prime’s number 1 negotiators with locals. He’s good with his photon rifle up to almost a mile away and a full-spectrum front grill beacon and 180 dB stereo speakers to create a spectacular, disorienting light and sound show. He may not look that powerful but makes up for it in his cunningness

Weaknesses: No matter where he is, Jazz can be prone to distraction by local sights and customs. He loves anything fast and tries to show off. Also is still recovering from memory loss and still slightly traumatized.

Avatar: A well dressed African American in his mid-twenties.

Sample Post:

Jazz is driving down the highway trying to clear his head. He remembers bits and pieces of his past but the puzzle is still scrambled. He feels that he knows more about the cultures around the universe than he does his own. Cybertron is just a flicker of light in his head. He doesn’t know why he’s here or what the humans have to do with anything. All he knows is that he can trust Prime but he doesn’t know about anyone else.

He turns on the radio to listen to Earth’s popular music. Humans have a thing for extremely loud bass. Jazz likes this. Jazz really likes this. In the lane next to him a beater car is full of teenage boys staring at Jazz. Jazz knows he isn’t supposed to get attention but it’s just to tempting. He buries his needle and slides around the corner causing a cloud of smoke. Always going out in style, that’s what jazz does best.

The highway is mostly empty today but Jazz doesn’t mind that. He finds solitude more relaxing than before. He does have the up most respect for the other autobots, its just lately he hasn’t felt the fellowship that he had before. Being gone for so long makes him wonder if he could ever be the same. He hears Prime call for them to assemble at base and remembers one thing. He has a duty to serve.

Hi Folks, so I read, that I should play a canon character but I decided to try my luck anyways. I´ve never gone well with canon characters so far. The reason is that I rather build up my own character than continue someone elses work. And may be I get my chance. Well, here it is:

Name: Solidstrike

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. mode: Nissan Skyline Sports Coupe GTS-R / 2-Door (1987)

Weapons: One Laser mounted on his right arm; one sword installed in his left arm

Height: 12FT = 3,6m

Quote: 'If no night follows the day, there wouldn´t be another day.'

STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 8
ENDURANCE: 4
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 3
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 6
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile:

Solidstrike is a resolute character, he always fights for what he believes in. What he gets into his head he gets into his hands as well. And he never gives up what sometimes could become his undoing. Everything he wishes is being a part of a troop where one stands for the other and what exactly is what he would do. He always wants that his superior is happy with him and his performance and then he loves to perform even more. Penalty and blame only discourages him. He often blames himself even if he is told to have done it well.

In his off time Solidstrike tends to stay alone in his quarters or in the mess hall and think about what happened and what will come. He thinks of him self as a warrior though he is a thinker, too. Always considering and reconsidering his actions and the possible following consequences he tries to walk line between hope and fear and is often torned. He hates to miss a good opportunity. But in the end he is just trying to make everything right, to please his superior and his conscience.

Abilities:

Fast to came and fast to go is what he is good for. His main ability is his speed and his courage that makes Solidstrike a worthy opponent to every foe meets him. He can´t take much but thanks to his sport car form he doesn´t have to. With a bit training and a little practice back on Cybertron he learned to use his transformability to his advantage. But he is still young and unexperienced in the use of his weapons. Solidstrikes creator gave him his name because of his sword he can hardly handle. Till now he prefers the laser on his right arm and relies on his evasive actions.

Weaknesses:

The greatest weakness is his inexperience that let him run into each trap the everyday life offers, never mention of the dangers of a fight. He often appears disrespectful to his superior but never wanted to. His linguistical finesse was never the best. Another weakness is his impatience. Nothing can happen fast enough, everything must go exactly as fast as he goes. Sometime he tries to run through the door before he had opened it, what caused him some trouble, too.

Sample Post:

With a loud bang Solidstrike shut door behind him. He just returned from a battle against only one Decepticon. His assignment was to sabotage the Decepticons mission to drain oil from a drilling platform but he has failed. Again! It was the second time in a row he failed. There were only two Decepticons, one busy with draining oil and only one caring for him and not even this one he could fight of.

“What am I capable of anyway?” he asked himself not to quiet.

He had just reported to Ultra Magnus he was everything but pleased but he didn´t seem to be very angry, too. Solidstrike was doubtful as always when he walked to his recharge bed and plumped on it as he arrived. Then he looked silent around in his quarter. In this silent moment his door bell beeped. Solidstrike got up again and opened the door to watch who was paying him a visit. It was his best made Slicewing who had just come around.

“Come in, partner. What drove you here?” He asked as his friend stepped in.

“I thought I look how you´re doing. I heard that your mission not went that well. So I thought... yeah… I look after you.”

Solidstrike grimaced a little and invited Slicewing to have a seat while he was moving back to his bed. Slicewing set down and gazed at his mate sensing that he was bothered by that, desperately searching for words that could lightning him up again.

“May be you shouldn´t bury yourself in your quarters as you always do. Let´s go to the mess hall. “

Solidstrike fought a laugh when he heard that and looked at Slicewing. Then he slightly shook his head.

“I couldn´t sit there in peace knowing that every else knows that I failed again. And I´m afraid that Ultra Magnus one day might say that I fail to often and kicks me out of the program. I don´t think, I´m good enough, but I wonna be!”

If Solidstrike would be a human he would cry now. But as a robot he had nothing left but his embarrassed expression. His gaze wandered on the floor. Slicewing understood him but could hardly do something about it.

“If you were that bad, Ultra Magnus would probably have done it by now. He knows that you are young and have still a great deal to learn. So don´t worry, your time will come.”

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I´m cutting it here before it goes beyond of the scope. Well than.. I hope he´s worthy ^^

Solidstrike wrote:Hi Folks, so I read, that I should play a canon character but I decided to try my luck anyways. I´ve never gone well with canon characters so far. The reason is that I rather build up my own character than continue someone elses work. And may be I get my chance. Well, here it is:

Name: Solidstrike

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. mode: Nissan Skyline Sports Coupe GTS-R / 2-Door (1987)

Weapons: One Laser mounted on his right arm; one sword installed in his left arm

Height: 12FT = 3,6m

Quote: 'If no night follows the day, there wouldn´t be another day.'

STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 8
ENDURANCE: 4
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 3
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 6
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile:

Solidstrike is a resolute character, he always fights for what he believes in. What he gets into his head he gets into his hands as well. And he never gives up what sometimes could become his undoing. Everything he wishes is being a part of a troop where one stands for the other and what exactly is what he would do. He always wants that his superior is happy with him and his performance and then he loves to perform even more. Penalty and blame only discourages him. He often blames himself even if he is told to have done it well.

In his off time Solidstrike tends to stay alone in his quarters or in the mess hall and think about what happened and what will come. He thinks of him self as a warrior though he is a thinker, too. Always considering and reconsidering his actions and the possible following consequences he tries to walk line between hope and fear and is often torned. He hates to miss a good opportunity. But in the end he is just trying to make everything right, to please his superior and his conscience.

Abilities:

Fast to came and fast to go is what he is good for. His main ability is his speed and his courage that makes Solidstrike a worthy opponent to every foe meets him. He can´t take much but thanks to his sport car form he doesn´t have to. With a bit training and a little practice back on Cybertron he learned to use his transformability to his advantage. But he is still young and unexperienced in the use of his weapons. Solidstrikes creator gave him his name because of his sword he can hardly handle. Till now he prefers the laser on his right arm and relies on his evasive actions.

Weaknesses:

The greatest weakness is his inexperience that let him run into each trap the everyday life offers, never mention of the dangers of a fight. He often appears disrespectful to his superior but never wanted to. His linguistical finesse was never the best. Another weakness is his impatience. Nothing can happen fast enough, everything must go exactly as fast as he goes. Sometime he tries to run through the door before he had opened it, what caused him some trouble, too.

Sample Post:

With a loud bang Solidstrike shut door behind him. He just returned from a battle against only one Decepticon. His assignment was to sabotage the Decepticons mission to drain oil from a drilling platform but he has failed. Again! It was the second time in a row he failed. There were only two Decepticons, one busy with draining oil and only one caring for him and not even this one he could fight of.

“What am I capable of anyway?” he asked himself not to quiet.

He had just reported to Ultra Magnus he was everything but pleased but he didn´t seem to be very angry, too. Solidstrike was doubtful as always when he walked to his recharge bed and plumped on it as he arrived. Then he looked silent around in his quarter. In this silent moment his door bell beeped. Solidstrike got up again and opened the door to watch who was paying him a visit. It was his best made Slicewing who had just come around.

“Come in, partner. What drove you here?” He asked as his friend stepped in.

“I thought I look how you´re doing. I heard that your mission not went that well. So I thought... yeah… I look after you.”

Solidstrike grimaced a little and invited Slicewing to have a seat while he was moving back to his bed. Slicewing set down and gazed at his mate sensing that he was bothered by that, desperately searching for words that could lightning him up again.

“May be you shouldn´t bury yourself in your quarters as you always do. Let´s go to the mess hall. “

Solidstrike fought a laugh when he heard that and looked at Slicewing. Then he slightly shook his head.

“I couldn´t sit there in peace knowing that every else knows that I failed again. And I´m afraid that Ultra Magnus one day might say that I fail to often and kicks me out of the program. I don´t think, I´m good enough, but I wonna be!”

If Solidstrike would be a human he would cry now. But as a robot he had nothing left but his embarrassed expression. His gaze wandered on the floor. Slicewing understood him but could hardly do something about it.

“If you were that bad, Ultra Magnus would probably have done it by now. He knows that you are young and have still a great deal to learn. So don´t worry, your time will come.”

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I´m cutting it here before it goes beyond of the scope. Well than.. I hope he´s worthy ^^

First of all, no sigs in any of the RPG forums. Secondly, you CANNOT play a fanmade until you have played a canon character for a while. So you're going to have to apply for a canon and play him for some time before you can even apply for a fanmade.

Name: Skyfire
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Air Support
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Jet
Weapons: Laser Pistol, Board Canons
Special Abilities: Research Sensors
Height: 49ft/14,9m
Quote: 'There´s always another way than fight!'

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 8
DEXTERITY: 6
SPEED: 8
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 6
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile:

Skyfire is very friendly and avoids an open conflict at all costs. He hates to fight but the Decepticons leave him often no other option. He´s a researcher and would love to follow that trade but he also knows that the Autobots need his held in order to defeat Megatron and his bunch. In his responsibility he doesn´t know disloyalty or even flight he would die for his calling. Betrayed by his once best friend and college Starscream he sometimes suspicious and questions whom he could really trust at all.

Skyfire thinks of the humans as good friends. He likes their culture and their ways, he´s very curious and likes to learn more about them. But he decided to keep out of their culture, that´s why he hasn´t no human avatar and no earth-vehicle mode. He actually leaves the Autobot headquarters only when he is needed in battle or if there is another important reason needs his attention.

Afraid of being betrayed again Skyfire stays alone often. He has not the boldness to confide to the other Autobots. He enjoys their company and feels comfortable the way it is right now.

History:

As a cybertronian Scientist Skyfire and Starscream explored the uncharted planet Earth millions of years ago. When a polar storm came up Skyfire crached and was buried under tons of ice. Starscream searched for but didn´t find him. Later, when the civil war of the transformers was displaced to Earth, the Decepticons tried to drain the heat energy of the Earth and found Skyfire in the ice. They´ve revived him and recruited him to the Decepticon forces. After a skirmish against the Autobots he picked up a couple of humans and brought them to Megatron whom he believed would not harm the humans. But Megatron took them as prisoners and at this point Skyfire started to question he loyalty. When Starscream forced him to execute some captured Autobots he refused and got shot by him. Hound tricked Starscream with his holograms and Ratchet tried to patch Skyfire up again best he could but his regeneration took time. Just in time Skyfire joined the battle around him and chose to fight for the Autobots now. He defeated Megatron and Reflector easily and evened the score with his former best friend and now greatest foe Starscream. Still debilitated he destroyed the Decepticon draining site and crashed in his icy tomb once again.

Later the Autobots freed him once more because they needed him to defeat Megatron with his super weapon, built of a so called “Crystal of Power”.

Abilities:

Skyfire has research sensors, allowing him to scan for lifeforms, energy and appointed molecular structures as chemicals. This sensor has a range of 1.5 miles.

Weaknesses:

He´s hasitant sometime and misses good chances to strike or to avoid an attack. Skyfire is not used to fights and battles what gives him often a disadvantage.

Sample Post:

On a patrol flight Skyfire was supposed to search for energy resources the Autobots could use without interfering with the humans. It was a tough assignment because weren´t much possibilities. Skyfire was above a thick forest pursuing a signal that might something of that kind he seeks. As he has reached the source of the signal he flew some circles above it before he landed to check it out more closely. There no Decepticons nearby so it should be save to land what he did. He drafted on the ground, transformed and looked around. Nothing to see but trees and bushes. Some birds has been scared up when landed and were now flying off. Skyfire followed the signal on to the point. He had to be standing right on it but there were nothing. He stamped once with his foot and suddenly the ground backed down. Skyfire fell down a tunnel ,just big enough that he fit through, and crashed on the floor of somekind of a cave. This is the source of the signal, he asked him self during looking around. Who has built this? Skifire stood up walked a little bit around. His audio sensor alarmed him when he heard a little rustling and he turned around. He just saw how a little … something took cover behind a rock. With a quick grasp Skyfire hold his Laser Pistol in his hands and stepped right to where he saw this thing. He gazed around the corner and saw… a human, clothed as he would be living in this cave. Frightened and shivering the humans looked up to Skyfire obviously afraid to get killed. Skyfire put his away and kneeled down to speak to the human.

Hallo. My name is Skyfire. You don´t need to be afraid. I don´t mean you any harm.

He paused a while and watched the human who didn´t seem to feel much saver now. A direct scan told Skyfire that it was the human where the energy signal was originated from. So he looked closer: There was a little crystal at the necklace. He scanned the crystal and learned that it was a peace of the “Crystal of Power” Megatron used to build his super weapon. It had to be a splinter or somekind of fragment. The Decepticons could come for this. Skyfire leaned forward.

The thing at your neck, the little glowing crystal, it is dangerous for you. Evil robots could come looking for that.

It was Skyfires honest attempt to save this human from Decepticon violence. If this is the only piece or is there more of it? Skyfire wasn´t sure but that was the only signal source. He reached his flat hand to the human to invite him to climb on it. The human hesitated then climbed on Skyfires hand.

Why should my talisman be dangerous for me?

The little one asked and gazed at Skyfire who hasn´t raised his hand.

Because some robots we call Decepticons could take from you. And if there is more of it they will force to show it to them. They are not exactly friendly.

The human ripped his necklace off and looked on it. Then he laid it down on Skyfires hand and climbed back down.

Will you protect me if they come?

Skyfire nodded.

Yes, I will. I thank you very much.

He stood up again and walked back to the tunnel he fell through. He thought about destroying this fragment and about carrying it to the Autobot base. Wheeljack could try to duplicate it or to multiply the energy it gives. He would let Optimus Prime decide. When he has arrived underneath the tunnel he gazed back to the human who looked after him.

I will bring you another talisman, less dangerous.

Skyfire promised transformed and left the cave.

Big_C wrote:Lets try this again. i got the profile from the marvel bios section.



Jazz

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Special Operations
Alt. Mode: Silver Nissan 350z
Weapons: photon rifle
Height: 28ft / 8.9m
Quote: “Do it with style, or don’t bother doing it!”

Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 7
Endurance: 7
Courage: 7
Firepower: 4
Accuracy:5
Melee: 6
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 9



Profile: Jazz would be cruising down Bourbon Street in New Orleans or be double-parked outside a cellar club in Greenwich Village soaking up the local sounds if he weren't in the middle of a war. He's a confirmed Earthen culture junkie- he can talk fluently about ballet or break-dancing (although he prefers the latter), and he's always on the lookout for more stuff to turn on to. His knowledge of Earthen ways and his easy adaptability to Earthen environments make him the indispensable right-hand man of his commander, Optimus Prime. He's often given the most dangerous assignments, and, with characteristic coolness, usually pulls them off using something out of his seemingly bottomless bag of tricks. He'd rather dazzle you with style than accomplish a mission the easy way.

Abilities: Being fairly quick and athletic Jazz can dodge a fair amount of melee attacks and pretty handy with a Laser Pistol need be. His true strength comes from the understanding of cultures around the universe. He is Prime’s number 1 negotiators with locals. He’s good with his photon rifle up to almost a mile away and a full-spectrum front grill beacon and 180 dB stereo speakers to create a spectacular, disorienting light and sound show. He may not look that powerful but makes up for it in his cunningness

Weaknesses: No matter where he is, Jazz can be prone to distraction by local sights and customs. He loves anything fast and tries to show off. Also is still recovering from memory loss and still slightly traumatized.

Avatar: A well dressed African American in his mid-twenties.

Sample Post:

Jazz is driving down the highway trying to clear his head. He remembers bits and pieces of his past but the puzzle is still scrambled. He feels that he knows more about the cultures around the universe than he does his own. Cybertron is just a flicker of light in his head. He doesn’t know why he’s here or what the humans have to do with anything. All he knows is that he can trust Prime but he doesn’t know about anyone else.

He turns on the radio to listen to Earth’s popular music. Humans have a thing for extremely loud bass. Jazz likes this. Jazz really likes this. In the lane next to him a beater car is full of teenage boys staring at Jazz. Jazz knows he isn’t supposed to get attention but it’s just to tempting. He buries his needle and slides around the corner causing a cloud of smoke. Always going out in style, that’s what jazz does best.

The highway is mostly empty today but Jazz doesn’t mind that. He finds solitude more relaxing than before. He does have the up most respect for the other autobots, its just lately he hasn’t felt the fellowship that he had before. Being gone for so long makes him wonder if he could ever be the same. He hears Prime call for them to assemble at base and remembers one thing. He has a duty to serve.

Generally we use the past tense form when we post in the RPG. If you could rewrite your sample into that form we'll take another look at it.

Solidstrike wrote:Name: Skyfire
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Air Support
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Jet
Weapons: Laser Pistol, Board Canons
Special Abilities: Research Sensors
Height: 49ft/14,9m
Quote: 'There´s always another way than fight!'

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 8
DEXTERITY: 6
SPEED: 8
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 6
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile:

Skyfire is very friendly and avoids an open conflict at all costs. He hates to fight but the Decepticons leave him often no other option. He´s a researcher and would love to follow that trade but he also knows that the Autobots need his held in order to defeat Megatron and his bunch. In his responsibility he doesn´t know disloyalty or even flight he would die for his calling. Betrayed by his once best friend and college Starscream he sometimes suspicious and questions whom he could really trust at all.

Skyfire thinks of the humans as good friends. He likes their culture and their ways, he´s very curious and likes to learn more about them. But he decided to keep out of their culture, that´s why he hasn´t no human avatar and no earth-vehicle mode. He actually leaves the Autobot headquarters only when he is needed in battle or if there is another important reason needs his attention.

Afraid of being betrayed again Skyfire stays alone often. He has not the boldness to confide to the other Autobots. He enjoys their company and feels comfortable the way it is right now.

History:

As a cybertronian Scientist Skyfire and Starscream explored the uncharted planet Earth millions of years ago. When a polar storm came up Skyfire crached and was buried under tons of ice. Starscream searched for but didn´t find him. Later, when the civil war of the transformers was displaced to Earth, the Decepticons tried to drain the heat energy of the Earth and found Skyfire in the ice. They´ve revived him and recruited him to the Decepticon forces. After a skirmish against the Autobots he picked up a couple of humans and brought them to Megatron whom he believed would not harm the humans. But Megatron took them as prisoners and at this point Skyfire started to question he loyalty. When Starscream forced him to execute some captured Autobots he refused and got shot by him. Hound tricked Starscream with his holograms and Ratchet tried to patch Skyfire up again best he could but his regeneration took time. Just in time Skyfire joined the battle around him and chose to fight for the Autobots now. He defeated Megatron and Reflector easily and evened the score with his former best friend and now greatest foe Starscream. Still debilitated he destroyed the Decepticon draining site and crashed in his icy tomb once again.

Later the Autobots freed him once more because they needed him to defeat Megatron with his super weapon, built of a so called “Crystal of Power”.

Abilities:

Skyfire has research sensors, allowing him to scan for lifeforms, energy and appointed molecular structures as chemicals. This sensor has a range of 1.5 miles.

Weaknesses:

He´s hasitant sometime and misses good chances to strike or to avoid an attack. Skyfire is not used to fights and battles what gives him often a disadvantage.

Sample Post:

On a patrol flight Skyfire was supposed to search for energy resources the Autobots could use without interfering with the humans. It was a tough assignment because weren´t much possibilities. Skyfire was above a thick forest pursuing a signal that might something of that kind he seeks. As he has reached the source of the signal he flew some circles above it before he landed to check it out more closely. There no Decepticons nearby so it should be save to land what he did. He drafted on the ground, transformed and looked around. Nothing to see but trees and bushes. Some birds has been scared up when landed and were now flying off. Skyfire followed the signal on to the point. He had to be standing right on it but there were nothing. He stamped once with his foot and suddenly the ground backed down. Skyfire fell down a tunnel ,just big enough that he fit through, and crashed on the floor of somekind of a cave. This is the source of the signal, he asked him self during looking around. Who has built this? Skifire stood up walked a little bit around. His audio sensor alarmed him when he heard a little rustling and he turned around. He just saw how a little … something took cover behind a rock. With a quick grasp Skyfire hold his Laser Pistol in his hands and stepped right to where he saw this thing. He gazed around the corner and saw… a human, clothed as he would be living in this cave. Frightened and shivering the humans looked up to Skyfire obviously afraid to get killed. Skyfire put his away and kneeled down to speak to the human.

Hallo. My name is Skyfire. You don´t need to be afraid. I don´t mean you any harm.

He paused a while and watched the human who didn´t seem to feel much saver now. A direct scan told Skyfire that it was the human where the energy signal was originated from. So he looked closer: There was a little crystal at the necklace. He scanned the crystal and learned that it was a peace of the “Crystal of Power” Megatron used to build his super weapon. It had to be a splinter or somekind of fragment. The Decepticons could come for this. Skyfire leaned forward.

The thing at your neck, the little glowing crystal, it is dangerous for you. Evil robots could come looking for that.

It was Skyfires honest attempt to save this human from Decepticon violence. If this is the only piece or is there more of it? Skyfire wasn´t sure but that was the only signal source. He reached his flat hand to the human to invite him to climb on it. The human hesitated then climbed on Skyfires hand.

Why should my talisman be dangerous for me?

The little one asked and gazed at Skyfire who hasn´t raised his hand.

Because some robots we call Decepticons could take from you. And if there is more of it they will force to show it to them. They are not exactly friendly.

The human ripped his necklace off and looked on it. Then he laid it down on Skyfires hand and climbed back down.

Will you protect me if they come?

Skyfire nodded.

Yes, I will. I thank you very much.

He stood up again and walked back to the tunnel he fell through. He thought about destroying this fragment and about carrying it to the Autobot base. Wheeljack could try to duplicate it or to multiply the energy it gives. He would let Optimus Prime decide. When he has arrived underneath the tunnel he gazed back to the human who looked after him.

I will bring you another talisman, less dangerous.

Skyfire promised transformed and left the cave.

I think you are basically going to have to scrap this application and start all over again. There is a lot wrong with this one I'm sorry to say.

His name is Jetfire, Skyfire was only used in the cartoon and Jetfire is his more commonly known name. His stats don't match his tech specs which can be found on this site. You copied his history from the cartoon history which doesn't remotely work in the world of the RPG. You need to study the game summary and history threads. Your profile doesn't mention anything about his pursuit of science and technology. The abilities section is too short. Your sample post is riddled with grammar and punctuation errors and needs to be reworked.

I thought maybe I should get a Decepticon character going. Hope it's a good one.

Name: Swindle

Allegiance: Decepticon

Function: Munitions Expert

Alt. Mode: Jeep Wrangler

Weapons: Scatter Blaster, Gyro-Gun

Special Abilities: "Gift of Gab"

Height: 28ft / 8.53m

Quote: “Make deals, not war.”

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

Profile: Don’t let Swindle’s easygoing, good-natured personality fool you; within him beats the fuel pump of the most greed-driven street hustler. He is an opportunist without peer. He thrives on wheeling and dealing and seemingly is capable of procuring anything to fulfill the design and equipment needs of his armaments work. Although the weapons he builds are much appreciated, his fellow Decepticons know that Swindle’s efforts on their behalf are a mere sideline to his actual purposes. He is solely concerned with himself, and most of his entrepreneurial activities are for his own personal material advancement. If he thought it were in his interest to trade within the enemy, the Autobots, he probably would. He is truly a one-robot “black market”.

Before the war, Swindle was a wealthy and successful trader, both on and off-Cybertron, or at least until the height of the Decepticon rebellion. When his business deals went south, he saw his best opportunity at the side of Megatron in his new regime. Well, at least until he sees a better deal come his way.

Abilities: Perhaps Swindle’s greatest asset is his power of persuasion. He is capable of cutting a deal with virtually any unwitting-organism, and will use his mouth to manage his way out of virtually any danger. In both jeep and robot modes, he use two weapons; a scatter blaster that fires a burst of explosive buckshot-pellets over a wide area, and a gyro gun that disturbs the balance centers of mechanical devices, particularly that of Cybertronians, severely hampering their mobility.

Weaknesses: In vehicle mode, Swindle can’t handle sharp turns at high speeds very well and is prone to overturning. Although his exterior is fairly well armored, a direct hit to his unprotected and open dashboard can easily disable him.

Sample Post:

Swindle drove hurriedly down the desert highway, beating a hasty retreat from the enemy. Events did not go as plan out in the field and now with his cover exposed, the Deception was the target of Autobot Hound, already in pursuit of his target. It was a sight to behold as two jeeps, one yellow being followed closely by another green, eventually giving way to off-road crossing as Swindle swerved off the designated path and took to driving on the sandy, barren ground. Hound continued on and showed no signs of slowing down or running out of gas within the next few cycles. Things were looking bad…

… And they only got worse! In an attempt to find cover behind a rocky overhang, the Decepticon jeep turned too suddenly and spun out of control. Smacking into the rock face, he found himself on his side rims, wheels spinning wildly in the mid-air. As he transformed, Swindle’s optics refocused to see through the barrel of Hound’s machine gun.

“Stay down,” Hound said, “it’s for your own good, Swindle.”

Where as most other Decepticons would bark out a threat in response, Swindle’s tune was noticeably different,

“Well hey now, no need to be so hasty. Why so quick to fire?”

“Don’t get smart with me.” The Autobot retorted.

“Who’s being smart? I just thought I might entertain you with a little business opportunity.”

“Meaning?”

Swindle smiled and said, “Look, neither one of us wanted any trouble today, am I right? So how’s this grab you: you let me go with my chassis in tact, and I can make it worth your while. Battle armaments, computer programs, Deception infiltration plans, you name it. What do you have to say?”

Hound's facial expressions soured, “All I have to say is, ‘did you really think I could be bribed?’”

“To be honest, no.” Swindle then pushed Hound backwards and fired his shoulder-mounted scatter blaster at the rock face. A large amount of craggy earth and debris came toppling down upon the Autobot and buried alive. As he struggled to free himself and reach for his weapon, Swindle drew his gyro-gun and fired at Hound, severely disrupting the Autobot’s sensors and extremities. And while he fought through the pain, he could hear Swindle’s voice saying,

“Didn’t think I’d be caught while out on duty, let alone you getting the drop on me. I guess I got careless, but I can sense when opportunity’s just within reach. You know, I feel we really could’ve worked something out, but you know, maybe its better this way. Now not only do I have a nice little gift for Megatron, and a potential bargaining chip with your Autobot friends in hiding, but also a number of Autobot parts too. Not a bad deal, eh?”

Okay... let´s try this one: I sticked to the informations from your vector sigma databease this time


Name: Jetfire

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Air Guardian

Alt. Mode: Cybertronian Jet

Weapons: 4 particle beam cannons, heat-seeking missiles

Special Abilities: Can escape Earth´s Gravity with additions, flies half way around the world in 30 minutes

Height: 39ft/11,8m

Quote: “Among mysteries of science lies the key to victory”

STRENGTH: 6
INTELLIGENCE: 10
DEXTERITY: 8
SPEED: 10
ENDURANCE: 4
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 8
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 9
CHARISMA: 6
RANK: ---

Profile:
Reckless and daring in battle Jetfire is the swiftest of all Autobots. He loves running into a battle but he is convinced that the victory over the Decepticons can only be achieved through advanced Autobot Technology. Only his Devotion to science and research made him a better match to the Autobots than to the Decepticons. He has been created by the Ark on Earth what is the reason of his lot of mailfunctions.

Abilities:
In Jet-mode Jetfire is able to escape Earth´s gravity in combination with supersonic combustion ramjet engine modules and liquid hydrogen fuel tanks. He can also use it to launch into the air and dive back down with a speed of Mach 29 so he can travel halfway around the in 30 minutes.

His particle beam cannons can be used in both robot and jet mod. The heat-seeking missiles can only be used in jet-mode.

Weaknesses:
His greatest weakness is his fuel consumption. After each transatmospheric flight he has to refuel. Because of this his range is limited. Besides he is interstratified with mechanical failures meaning even in battle something could simply drop out.

Sample Post:

The Decepticons were on the move again. Jetfire got this information from Optimus Prime himself. Their enemies were draining energy from a wind power station of the humans. The human Air Force already attacked the Decepticon bunch but unsuccessfully. Now it was Jetfires turn. Directly headed for the coordinates he already saw his opponents on his sensors. Only a few minutes more than he could take them off. With already loaded particle cannons Jetfire approached at his action area and opened fire as he was within weapon range. The Decepticons jumped into war actions the moment Jetfires particle bolts struck right next to them and returned fire. Jetfire moved quickly aside and evaded some incoming laser beams from Thundercracker and Skywarp and attacked once more. After his second attack two of the three Decepticons retreated, Thundercracker severely damaged, but the third returned to the wind power station. This one´s seeming to get something Jetfire thought and attempted to snap the one left Decepticon. He transformed and landed on the ground nearby the position he last saw the Decepticon Thrust running. Carefully moving forward Jetfire was looking around, the Deceptycreep had to be some where.

“No more step or I blow up this whole facility!”

Thrusts threatening voice didn´t scare Jetfire but even so he stopped and looked in the direction the voice came from. He saw Thrust standing on the energy collector holding a little device in his one hand a little amount of energon cubes in the other. Jetfire couldn´t recognize what it was.

“You would blow up your self as well. So save your words spare my nerves and come fight!”

Thrust seemed shocked when he realized his little threat didn´t work on Jetfire. But he insisted by raising his hand with the detonator when Jetfire moved towards him.

“You would wonder what I´m capable of!”

Jetfire stopped again and thought. Was Thrust bluffing? Within an instance he actuated his sensors and took a closer look at the detonator. It didn´t has any connections to any explosives so what did he want to blow up? Jetfire moved on and thrust still tried to stop him by shaking his hand repeating his threat desperately. Finally Jetfire reached and raised his fist for his first strike. Thrust evaded transformed and tried to escape. Jetfire transformed as well and chased after him with his particle canons firing. Thrust lost the Energon cubes in his excitement and got hit by Jetfires weapons. At least he wouldn´t bring back those Energon cubes to Megatron and the Decepticons were evicted from the wind power station. But that wouldn´t be the last time…

Solidstrike wrote:Okay... let´s try this one: I sticked to the informations from your vector sigma databease this time


Name: Jetfire

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Air Guardian

Alt. Mode: Cybertronian Jet

Weapons: 4 particle beam cannons, heat-seeking missiles

Special Abilities: Can escape Earth´s Gravity with additions, flies half way around the world in 30 minutes

Height: 39ft/11,8m

Quote: “Among mysteries of science lies the key to victory”

STRENGTH: 6
INTELLIGENCE: 10
DEXTERITY: 8
SPEED: 10
ENDURANCE: 4
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 8
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 9
CHARISMA: 6
RANK: ---

Profile:
Reckless and daring in battle Jetfire is the swiftest of all Autobots. He loves running into a battle but he is convinced that the victory over the Decepticons can only be achieved through advanced Autobot Technology. Only his Devotion to science and research made him a better match to the Autobots than to the Decepticons. He has been created by the Ark on Earth what is the reason of his lot of mailfunctions.

Abilities:
In Jet-mode Jetfire is able to escape Earth´s gravity in combination with supersonic combustion ramjet engine modules and liquid hydrogen fuel tanks. He can also use it to launch into the air and dive back down with a speed of Mach 29 so he can travel halfway around the in 30 minutes.

His particle beam cannons can be used in both robot and jet mod. The heat-seeking missiles can only be used in jet-mode.

Weaknesses:
His greatest weakness is his fuel consumption. After each transatmospheric flight he has to refuel. Because of this his range is limited. Besides he is interstratified with mechanical failures meaning even in battle something could simply drop out.

Sample Post:

The Decepticons were on the move again. Jetfire got this information from Optimus Prime himself. Their enemies were draining energy from a wind power station of the humans. The human Air Force already attacked the Decepticon bunch but unsuccessfully. Now it was Jetfires turn. Directly headed for the coordinates he already saw his opponents on his sensors. Only a few minutes more than he could take them off. With already loaded particle cannons Jetfire approached at his action area and opened fire as he was within weapon range. The Decepticons jumped into war actions the moment Jetfires particle bolts struck right next to them and returned fire. Jetfire moved quickly aside and evaded some incoming laser beams from Thundercracker and Skywarp and attacked once more. After his second attack two of the three Decepticons retreated, Thundercracker severely damaged, but the third returned to the wind power station. This one´s seeming to get something Jetfire thought and attempted to snap the one left Decepticon. He transformed and landed on the ground nearby the position he last saw the Decepticon Thrust running. Carefully moving forward Jetfire was looking around, the Deceptycreep had to be some where.

“No more step or I blow up this whole facility!”

Thrusts threatening voice didn´t scare Jetfire but even so he stopped and looked in the direction the voice came from. He saw Thrust standing on the energy collector holding a little device in his one hand a little amount of energon cubes in the other. Jetfire couldn´t recognize what it was.

“You would blow up your self as well. So save your words spare my nerves and come fight!”

Thrust seemed shocked when he realized his little threat didn´t work on Jetfire. But he insisted by raising his hand with the detonator when Jetfire moved towards him.

“You would wonder what I´m capable of!”

Jetfire stopped again and thought. Was Thrust bluffing? Within an instance he actuated his sensors and took a closer look at the detonator. It didn´t has any connections to any explosives so what did he want to blow up? Jetfire moved on and thrust still tried to stop him by shaking his hand repeating his threat desperately. Finally Jetfire reached and raised his fist for his first strike. Thrust evaded transformed and tried to escape. Jetfire transformed as well and chased after him with his particle canons firing. Thrust lost the Energon cubes in his excitement and got hit by Jetfires weapons. At least he wouldn´t bring back those Energon cubes to Megatron and the Decepticons were evicted from the wind power station. But that wouldn´t be the last time…

I gave you that link for the tech specs, not the entire profile. The profile and sample post do not work with this RPG. You must read the game history and notes that can be found HERE. You will then need to adjust the profile and sample post to fit into the game setting and background. Don't post another profile until you have done that.

A Kid in a Hat wrote:I thought maybe I should get a Decepticon character going. Hope it's a good one.

Name: Swindle

Allegiance: Decepticon

Function: Munitions Expert

Alt. Mode: Jeep Wrangler

Weapons: Scatter Blaster, Gyro-Gun

Special Abilities: "Gift of Gab"

Height: 28ft / 8.53m

Quote: “Make deals, not war.”

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

Profile: Don’t let Swindle’s easygoing, good-natured personality fool you; within him beats the fuel pump of the most greed-driven street hustler. He is an opportunist without peer. He thrives on wheeling and dealing and seemingly is capable of procuring anything to fulfill the design and equipment needs of his armaments work. Although the weapons he builds are much appreciated, his fellow Decepticons know that Swindle’s efforts on their behalf are a mere sideline to his actual purposes. He is solely concerned with himself, and most of his entrepreneurial activities are for his own personal material advancement. If he thought it were in his interest to trade within the enemy, the Autobots, he probably would. He is truly a one-robot “black market”.

Before the war, Swindle was a wealthy and successful trader, both on and off-Cybertron, or at least until the height of the Decepticon rebellion. When his business deals went south, he saw his best opportunity at the side of Megatron in his new regime. Well, at least until he sees a better deal come his way.

Abilities: Perhaps Swindle’s greatest asset is his power of persuasion. He is capable of cutting a deal with virtually any unwitting-organism, and will use his mouth to manage his way out of virtually any danger. In both jeep and robot modes, he use two weapons; a scatter blaster that fires a burst of explosive buckshot-pellets over a wide area, and a gyro gun that disturbs the balance centers of mechanical devices, particularly that of Cybertronians, severely hampering their mobility.

Weaknesses: In vehicle mode, Swindle can’t handle sharp turns at high speeds very well and is prone to overturning. Although his exterior is fairly well armored, a direct hit to his unprotected and open dashboard can easily disable him.

Sample Post:

Swindle drove hurriedly down the desert highway, beating a hasty retreat from the enemy. Events did not go as plan out in the field and now with his cover exposed, the Deception was the target of Autobot Hound, already in pursuit of his target. It was a sight to behold as two jeeps, one yellow being followed closely by another green, eventually giving way to off-road crossing as Swindle swerved off the designated path and took to driving on the sandy, barren ground. Hound continued on and showed no signs of slowing down or running out of gas within the next few cycles. Things were looking bad…

… And they only got worse! In an attempt to find cover behind a rocky overhang, the Decepticon jeep turned too suddenly and spun out of control. Smacking into the rock face, he found himself on his side rims, wheels spinning wildly in the mid-air. As he transformed, Swindle’s optics refocused to see through the barrel of Hound’s machine gun.

“Stay down,” Hound said, “it’s for your own good, Swindle.”

Where as most other Decepticons would bark out a threat in response, Swindle’s tune was noticeably different,

“Well hey now, no need to be so hasty. Why so quick to fire?”

“Don’t get smart with me.” The Autobot retorted.

“Who’s being smart? I just thought I might entertain you with a little business opportunity.”

“Meaning?”

Swindle smiled and said, “Look, neither one of us wanted any trouble today, am I right? So how’s this grab you: you let me go with my chassis in tact, and I can make it worth your while. Battle armaments, computer programs, Deception infiltration plans, you name it. What do you have to say?”

Hound's facial expressions soured, “All I have to say is, ‘did you really think I could be bribed?’”

“To be honest, no.” Swindle then pushed Hound backwards and fired his shoulder-mounted scatter blaster at the rock face. A large amount of craggy earth and debris came toppling down upon the Autobot and buried alive. As he struggled to free himself and reach for his weapon, Swindle drew his gyro-gun and fired at Hound, severely disrupting the Autobot’s sensors and extremities. And while he fought through the pain, he could hear Swindle’s voice saying,

“Didn’t think I’d be caught while out on duty, let alone you getting the drop on me. I guess I got careless, but I can sense when opportunity’s just within reach. You know, I feel we really could’ve worked something out, but you know, maybe its better this way. Now not only do I have a nice little gift for Megatron, and a potential bargaining chip with your Autobot friends in hiding, but also a number of Autobot parts too. Not a bad deal, eh?”

Approved, start him with Runamuck and the others in the Grand Canyon.

Name: Runabout

Allegiance: Decepticons

Function: Shock Trooper
Sub-Group: Battle Chargers

Alt. mode: Dodge Challenger, Black 2010, Added spoiler and body kit.

Weapons: High-energy particle beam rifle

Special Abilities: Hidden vehicle guns, ram plates, quick transformation

Height: 24ft.(7.315 meter)

Quote: "A pretty car makes an even prettier wreck."


STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE: 7
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: 6 or Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Runabout likes to watch things blow up; the bigger the explosion, the more he enjoys it. If he's not busy hunting Autobots, he'll pass his free time by using parked cars for target practice or igniting fuel pumps at a gas station. A good-sized fireball never fails to bring a mischievous smile to his face. Seemingly driven by an unending supply of evil energy, he avoids even the briefest lulls in activity as if he's terrified that boredom might fatally infect him. As a Battlecharger, Runabout gets more than enough opportunity to stay busy, but he worries about what he'll do with himself after he finishes blowing up all the Autobots, cars, and gas stations on Earth. He calculates at the rate he's going he'll have to find a new sport within two years.

Abilities: In car mode, Runabout has a maximum speed of 185 mph and a range of 550 miles. He can transform to robot mode in .4 seconds. He uses a particle beam rifle that shoots a high-energy beam of neutrons with devastating results

Weaknesses: Runabout's attention turns to beautiful cars like a young man's turns to beautiful women. In Runabout's case though, the more beautiful the car, the more he craves to destroy it. This often distracts him from his true mission and leaves him vulnerable to attack..

Sample Post:

Decepticon Base

"I gotta find something to do." Runambout is firing at targets in a shooting range in the training room.
"I'll go explore..." Runabout head out of the room and down the hall before he speeds away from the base, headed south east toward highway 5...

Portland, Oregon

Moisture is in the night air and on the streets. Runabout has lined up at a local street race.
"This will be fun," he thinks to himself.
The flag is dropped, and within seconds Runabout takes a commanding lead of the pack. As they round the first corner Runabout checks his rear view sensors and sees what these humans appear to call drifting. He notices the artful approach, the powerful sliding, the destructive potential, and decides to give it a try. "Looks like fun..."
The next turn fast approaching Runabout reveals his armor plates and downshifts, allowing the other racers to gain a slight lead. He gains speed and shifts back into gear as he slides sideways around the turn, smashing a red 2007 Mitsubishi Eclipse into some adjacent buildings before smashing into a pay phone. "I think i got the hang of this."
Two other racers are left ahead of him, the first is a red and yellow 2008 Mustang. He fires a few shots into the rear before ramming the rear left side of the car, forcing the car sideways in front of him. He pushes the drivers side and smashes its passenger side into a telephone pole, twisting the car around it as it breaks, as he continues down the road. Behind him sparks fly and lights in bordering buildings go out Runamuck must make quick work of the blue and orange Nissan ahead of him. He rushes at the orange bumper of the car.
Slam! Slam! Slam!
He fires a barrage of shots point blank into the rear of his opponent, and forces the car to spin out in a fiery ballet of destruction. Proud of his work, Runamuck reverts to normal car mode and speeds off, satisfied for a brief moment. "Lets go see what else there is to do..."

Name_Violation wrote:Name: Runabout

Allegiance: Decepticons

Function: Shock Trooper
Sub-Group: Battle Chargers

Alt. mode: Dodge Challenger, Black 2010, Added spoiler and body kit.

Weapons: High-energy particle beam rifle

Special Abilities: Hidden vehicle guns, ram plates, quick transformation

Height: 24ft.(7.315 meter)

Quote: "A pretty car makes an even prettier wreck."


STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE: 7
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: 6 or Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Runabout likes to watch things blow up; the bigger the explosion, the more he enjoys it. If he's not busy hunting Autobots, he'll pass his free time by using parked cars for target practice or igniting fuel pumps at a gas station. A good-sized fireball never fails to bring a mischievous smile to his face. Seemingly driven by an unending supply of evil energy, he avoids even the briefest lulls in activity as if he's terrified that boredom might fatally infect him. As a Battlecharger, Runabout gets more than enough opportunity to stay busy, but he worries about what he'll do with himself after he finishes blowing up all the Autobots, cars, and gas stations on Earth. He calculates at the rate he's going he'll have to find a new sport within two years.

Abilities: In car mode, Runabout has a maximum speed of 185 mph and a range of 550 miles. He can transform to robot mode in .4 seconds. He uses a particle beam rifle that shoots a high-energy beam of neutrons with devastating results

Weaknesses: Runabout's attention turns to beautiful cars like a young man's turns to beautiful women. In Runabout's case though, the more beautiful the car, the more he craves to destroy it. This often distracts him from his true mission and leaves him vulnerable to attack..

Sample Post:

Decepticon Base

"I gotta find something to do." Runambout is firing at targets in a shooting range in the training room.
"I'll go explore..." Runabout head out of the room and down the hall before he speeds away from the base, headed south east toward highway 5...

Portland, Oregon

Moisture is in the night air and on the streets. Runabout has lined up at a local street race.
"This will be fun," he thinks to himself.
The flag is dropped, and within seconds Runabout takes a commanding lead of the pack. As they round the first corner Runabout checks his rear view sensors and sees what these humans appear to call drifting. He notices the artful approach, the powerful sliding, the destructive potential, and decides to give it a try. "Looks like fun..."
The next turn fast approaching Runabout reveals his armor plates and downshifts, allowing the other racers to gain a slight lead. He gains speed and shifts back into gear as he slides sideways around the turn, smashing a red 2007 Mitsubishi Eclipse into some adjacent buildings before smashing into a pay phone. "I think i got the hang of this."
Two other racers are left ahead of him, the first is a red and yellow 2008 Mustang. He fires a few shots into the rear before ramming the rear left side of the car, forcing the car sideways in front of him. He pushes the drivers side and smashes its passenger side into a telephone pole, twisting the car around it as it breaks, as he continues down the road. Behind him sparks fly and lights in bordering buildings go out Runamuck must make quick work of the blue and orange Nissan ahead of him. He rushes at the orange bumper of the car.
Slam! Slam! Slam!
He fires a barrage of shots point blank into the rear of his opponent, and forces the car to spin out in a fiery ballet of destruction. Proud of his work, Runamuck reverts to normal car mode and speeds off, satisfied for a brief moment. "Lets go see what else there is to do..."

Change Tech Skill to 5 and he's approved. Just have him arriving at the Area 51 battle with the other Decepticons.

Considering there now available to play, I'm taking this opportunity to apply for the Dinobot, Swoop. Hope this application is right.

Name: Swoop

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Dinobot Bombardier

Alt. Mode: Pteranodon

Weapons: Air-to-air missile launchers, thermal sword

Special Abilities: Flight

Height: 36ft/ 11m

Quote: “Fear can hit targets unreachable to bullets.”

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

Profile:

In his early years on Cybertron, the one who would become the Dinobot Swoop was known by a different name, and in a much different group. Originally, “Divebomb” as he was called was a member of Cybertron’s Elite Flying Corps, an elite unit of aerial fighters that ran dangerous missions. To be counted among their ranks was an incredible honor, and a competitive one at that.
Divebomb was challenged by an enemy Decepticon to a one-on-one aerial battle, an off-the-records match in neutral territory. Against the orders set by high command, the Autobot accepted and did battle with his challenger, but was bitterly defeated. To add insult to injury, the Decepticon took his very identity as reward, to the anger and shame of its former bearer.

When he was found, Autobot high command discharged him of duty in the Elite Flying Corps and was given a new identity, “Swoop”. Dishonored and dispirited, he wandered about aimlessly about the planet, until he came to the attention of one Autobot military commander, Grimlock. Having taken notice of his great aerial skills and learning of his defeat by “Divebomb”, he offered Swoop a place among his new unit, the Dinobots, to which he accepted.

In his new group, Swoop again received honor and recognition for his achievements, but it could not completely wipe clean the slate, at least in his mind. Following a defeat at the hands of Shockwave, the Dinobots followed the Decepticon to Earth to revenge upon him. It was there that Swoop took on his current form of a prehistoric pteranodon and fell in battle alongside his comrades, buried alive for millions of years, until they were brought to Area 51 in the present day.

Swoop is still among the best of aerial fighters, and he knows this all too well. However, his greatest loss has taught him humility and somewhat humbled him. While he can be as arrogant and disobedient as his Dinobot comrades, he is arguably more friendly and out-going, and can be very good company when given the chance. However, his reputation and appearance as frightening warrior makes him seem unapproachable, to his dismay.

To this day, Swoop still remembers the suffering he met with and the one who caused it for him. He has always been on the lookout for the one who wronged him, the one who had stolen his very name. Perhaps he will be fortunate enough to meet him again, but when that day will come, who can say?

Abilities: A former member of the Elite Flying Corps, Swoop is still one of the best aerial combatants around, even in his current reptilian state. He can soar up to 250 mph, and makes use of his ability to elevate and strike down upon his adversaries. His bestial form is capable to unsettling even the thickest of armor plating. Underneath each of his wings are air-to-air missile launchers, each carrying the equivalent of 5000 lbs of TNT. His preferred method of attack is to soar into the air and dive down upon a target, releasing his missiles when in close proximity and then speeding away for a retreat. These weapons can be accessed while in robot form, when he is also equipped with a thermal sword, capable of heating to temperatures of 4000 degrees Centigrade. At that heat, it is capable of slicing through most metals like a knife through butter.

Weaknesses: While extremely maneuverable flying through the air, Swoop is vulnerable to enemy firepower due to the relatively fragile nature of his wings.

Sample Post:

It was a hot, humid afternoon and even Swoop could feel it as he soared through the air over a dusty, desert canyon. In his bestial form, flight became a much different sensation than he had previously experienced. There were no thrusters, no engines to propel him forward, only the motions of his wings and warm currents of wind to keep him air-borne. Still, that wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy it, as he could maneuver much more smoothly and gracefully than before. He quickly dove straight down to meet the bottom of the canyon, then quickly turned up at a sharp angle before he crashed into the river below him.

As he elevated towards the top of the canyon, he found a small indent in the rock face that he could perch upon. From there he could see the entire expanse of the desert inlet, the way it was formed and how the currents of water cut through it. This planet Earth was so different from what he knew, he never had time to appreciate it before, all those millions of years ago. But then again, where was the time? There was work to be done, a debt to be repaid.

He remembered it well, that fateful battle being replayed within his mind. He saw himself, Swoop, and his Dinobot allies engaged in the fight of their lives, all of them against the Decepticon Shockwave. He saw them gnawing and biting, scratching and roaring in primal fury against their hated enemy. He remembered that anger well, how it seethed deep within him. It was something he carried always, even before those times, back when…

At that, Swoop shook his head dismissively, as if to clear away the memories that sat so presently on his brow. He scoffed,

“No use in worrying about the past… about what there was before.”

With that, the Dinobot spread his wings and dove off the cliff ledge, rising high into the air and out of the canyon pass. As he continued on, the thoughts and memories went with, following closely behind as though carried by the wind.

Name: Snarl
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub Group: Dinobot
Function: Desert Warrior
Alternate Mode: Stegosaurus
Weapons: Energo-Blade, missile launcher, long-range laser rifle
Height: 36ft
Motto: “Only in war is there happiness.”

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

Profile:
Before Snarl and his fellow Dinobots were trapped on Earth thousands of years ago he was a silent and unhappy, often sticking to himself and rarely interacting with others, including his fellow Dinobots. He preferred to leave the important and strategic thinking to others and would just blindly follow the orders of Grimlock, making him the Dinobot commanders favorite solider. However, that was before the actions of Grimlock trapped Snarl and the other Dinobots in a river of molten lava. Now reawakened and aware of what has transpired Snarl has changed. He no longer blindly follows Grimlock and he has learned the harsh lesson of how important it is to think for himself. Now he questions Grimlock’s every action and he no longer lets someone else do the thinking for him. Regardless of these changes that have taken place inside of Snarl’s spark and processor he feels trapped in an alternate mode he despises and he still desperately wants to return to Cybertron. His only respite comes when he is locked in combat with the Decepticons.

Abilities:
Snarl is a very physically powerful Autobot, but as a Dinobot he is only the fourth strongest of them, but he has the ability to greatly increase his strength due to the solar panels on his back. These panels that are on his back in both his robot and alternate modes collect solar power and convert it to energy, augmenting his strength making him up to ten times as powerful as he regularly is. While he is in his dinosaur mode he is capable of channeling this collected energy into concentrated blasts of energy from the spikes on his tail. His tail is also very powerful while he is in dinosaur mode, and even without strength augmentation it can shatter a 20 square foot concrete block with one swipe. Snarl also has considerable defensive capabilities. His armour is very thick and designed so that it can deflect enemy fire. He is armed with an energo sword, a long ranged laser rifle, and a missile launcher in robot mode.

Weaknesses:
Snarl often forgets about his weaknesses without the augmentation solar power makes to his strength and he can find himself stuck in situations that are more then he can handle alone. Although Snarl is no starting think for himself he has begun to second guess himself, which can lead to critical indecision on the battlefield, or leading him to turn to others to make up his mind forever when he can’t come to a decision. Despite his loss of faith in Grimlock as a leader, Snarl may still follow the Dinobot leader like he once did only to later question the Dinobot’s leader on the battlefield and disobey orders, often causing potential problems.

Sample Post:
Consciousness returned to Snarl slowly as his processor slowly began to regain its higher functions, but even as he once again became aware of himself he still could not move. The last thing he recalled was the fight with Shockwave on this primitive world. The battle had gone well at first when the Dynobots had fist appeared to challenge him, clad in their oddly designed alternate modes to protect from the energeron radiation that polluted this world. He remembered how the battle had gone in their favour at first, but then a change came over Shockwave. That blathering Decepticon had gone silent and had come out Snarl and his comrades like a brutality he had rarely seen, even in the most dangerous and unstable Decepticons.

The final moments before he had started to come on line again, Snarl remembered lying near stasis lock, Slag, Sludge, and Swoop lying next to him in the same condition. Grimlock was doing his best to ignore the reality of the situation; they had lost. It was then that Shockwave’s victory was stolen from him when a weapon fired from orbit shattered a near by volcano, flooding the area with lava. At that time Snarl had barely had little time to consider what was going on, but he did ask himself one question before he finally went into stasis lock. Who had fired?

Who indeed. Although Snarl was never one for thinking he now had little else to do other then ponder that question as he slowly came on line. Shockwave’s ship could never had done it, the Dynobots had destroyed it when they entered orbit of this world. It was unlikely that any other Decepticon ships had arrived to simply carry out a strike of that nature on a world this rich in energon. Alien? Doubtful, most alien species capable of long range space travel always ran at the first sight of a Cybertronian presence in a system.

That left only one conclusion for Snarl. One that first his spark ach with sorrow, but was very quickly replaced with a cold, deep rage. Grimlock. Who else? Slag would never do it, he was to focused on battle, Sludge was not smart enough, and Swoop was to smart to do it, and of course Snarl knew he hadn’t. No, it was their leader, the one Snarl had put all of his trust and faith, given his unquestioning loyalty. The leader that had betrayed that loyalty and put revenge ahead of his team, his comrades, his friends. Was revenge worth it? That is the question Snarl asked himself.

Although his processor was now fully on line, for some reason his body was not, but that only gave him more time to ponder this new question.