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Marlboro Man wrote:(Understood, can't be to mad about that. I'll try Reflector)
Name: Reflector

Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: Surveillance
Weapon: Standard laser pistols
Alt. mode: Digital Camera
Quote: "See and you can know. Know and you can destroy

Strength: 7
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 3
Speed: 2
Endurance: 6
Courage: 7
Firepower: 6
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 9
Charisma: 3
Rank: 6

Profile: If SOundwave is Megatron's ears, Reflector would be Megatron's eyes. His three components can function together as one or seperately on an as need basis. When seperate, his three components go by the name of SPectro, Spyglass, and Viewfinder. Other 'cons have a difficulty telling them apart so usually just refer to him as 'Reflector,' even when seperated. Performs better as one unit however.

Loves to observe things; vegetation, architecture, Earthen topography, and particularly comrades' mistakes. Likes to blackmail his associates and is impressed with his own ability. Has highly-developed infra-red vision that can record images in darkness, through camoflage and at great distances. In camera mode, can emit powerful flash explosion that leaves enemy blind and disoriented for up to 15 seconds. Refecltor is a veyr loyal soldier to Megatron. Though he lacks great stength or weapons, he can be counted on to fight it out until ordered not to or victory is acheived.

Abilities: Advanced surveillance gear, flight in robot mode, and can emit a flash bomb that can temporarily blind an opponent. Can function seperately or all three togther as one.

Weaknesses: A warrior Reflector is not. He is at his best behind enemy lines as a spy. In combat, Reflector is only a supporter, lacking the strength and speed to to help in melee combat, and the firepower to spearhead a ranged attack.

Sample Post:

It was another standard day for Reflector. He was sitting at his observation console monitoring certain specific events all at once. Spectro was tuning in to see a human talk show to better learn their culture and how it may be used against them. Spyglass watched American fleet movement intently near the North Korean waters. He was anxious to see if hostilities between the two enemies would flare up any time soon, and how each side could be manipulated and destroyed. Viewfinder was content on the internal base security. He wanted to know what each Decepticon was up to, save Megatron. That was one Decepticon any of Reflector did not need to watch. There was also the chance that Megatron may find out and crush his optics one by one if he found out. Instead, Reflector paid no attention to Megatron's movements unless specifically instructed to. As one would imagine, he was NEVER instucted to. All three parts of Reflector were viewing everything as one. As they gathered and processed information, Megatron summoned them.

Megatron boomed in, interupting his information gathering process:

"reflector? Are you on-line? I have an urgent mission for you! ANSWER ME!"

It took Reflector a moment to respond. He was processing so much at once the sudden interuption disturbed and antagonized him. If it were any other Decepticon, Reflector would blackmail them at once. But this was Megatron! Reflector had nothing to blackmail him with, not did he want to. He was a loyal soldier, and would continue to be until he has ceased functioning. All three of his components responded at once, in their montone, shrill voices:

"Yes Megatron. What are your orders?"

"I want you to observe a new stealth technology the humans are going to test today." Reflector waited silently, knowing Megatron would give him all the info he needed. "They are launching a new submarine from the port in San Diego, California. United States of America. I want you to observe it's trip to Los Angeles. When they activate their stealth tech, I want to make sure we can still observe them. Anything off the radar at this point would be spoke in our wheel! Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir?!" They all replied.

"ALL of you?" megatron continued.

"Absolutely sir...you shall you report and know everything as soon as I do."

"Excellent Reflector. I expect a detailed report with in the hour."

"All hail Megatron..." The screen went blank before Reflector even got the words out. He quickly went to work aligning satellites to focus in on the port in San Diego. The sub was easilly recognized and Reflector kept all six of his optics on it. As it launched Reflector was already bored. Viewfinder stayed tuned in on the sub, Spyglass watched Autobot movements, and Spectro watched fellow Decepticons.

Spyglass watched the two Autobots setting up a jamming tower. It was that loud mouth neanderthal Ironhide and the one that never shut-up. Jazz was it? Immaterial. All that mattered was a possible jamming station was going up. Viewfinder watched the sub and monitored all communications. Spectro watched and laughed as Skywarp teleported behind a distracted Dirge and then kicked him down a set of steps. He made note to use it against him later. As this occured, the sub activated it's stealth tech and Viewfinder lost it on visual. All three were panicked, and immediately snapped to attention.

Viewfinder: "target lost..."
Spectro chimed in: "Begin cycling through infrared specturm..."
Spyglass: "Cycling...processing..."

The three worked in unison, not wanting to fail Megatron. Each cycled through a different version of infrared, three different versions at once. It did not take long before the sub was located. They chimed in unison:

"Sub found, grid 712-Theta. Infra red version 24.6, seismic filter can penetrate stealth abilties. Preparing report..." The three brains processed all their data at once in preparation for Megatron. They called him, as no one summons Megatron.

Refelctor asked him, "Mighty Megatron, If you are ready are report is finalized."

Megatron was happy, or as happy as he gets, that at leats one of his troops can handle a simple order. "Proceed," he bellowed.

Reflector spoke as all three again, "Human sub technology cannot be penetrated by standard sonar. Decepticon technology has penetarted it's stealth via Infra Red version 24.6, seismic filter...object does not pose a threat. It is easilly tracked and monitored. Also, in Sector Upsilon Pi-42, two Autobots are setting up a jamming tower. Iron Hide and Jazz by the read outs. Recommend immediate action." Reflector choked a litte, how would Megatron react to him 'recommending' actions or anything?

Megatron smiled a halk smile, "Excellent work Reflector...the sub poses no threat. As for the Autobot tower, we shall eliminate it at once. Have yourself prepped for combat if necessary. Megatron out..."

Reflector was angry he was snubbed for combat, again! He would not openly challenge Megatron's decree though. He was just ecstatic though that Megatron did not scrap him for 'recommending' action. He watched as the Decepticon warriors fueled up to destroy the tower. He also laughed quite a bit when he noticed Skywarp pour a LARGE amount of Cybertronian laxative into Starscream's fuel supply. He made note of it to use against Skywarp as well...and to view Starscream later as that may prove entertaining. Yes, reflector was his own little TiVo.

Lets just get you started back with a regular character for now instead of Reflector.

In the words of Litte Giants: Ya killin' me smalls! Okie doke though. I'll try for a seeker tomorrow. It's 3:35 asnd I had a rough nite bouncing.

Name: Blitzwing
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-Group: Triplechangers
Function: Ground & Air Commando
Weapons: Robot: Electron-Scimitar and Gyro-blaster rifle; Jet: Heat-seeking Concussion Missiles; Tank: Track-Mounted Cannon that fires explosive shells to 3.5 miles.
Alt-Mode: MiG-25 Fighter Jet, Mitsubishi Type-74 Assault Tank.
Special Abilities: Triplechanger
Height: 31ft / 9,45m
Quote: "Destroy first, think later."

Tech Specs

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

Profile: Battle loving Blitzwing has a cruel sense of humor, he is loud-mouthed, belligerent, and brash. A fierce warrior known more for his strength and abilities than his intelligence. He finds pleasure in confusing his enemies by transforming in mid-attack. With the lightning quickness in which he can change his foes are rarely ever prepared to engage him. His favorite attack is to use his jet mode to strafe land-bound Autobots and smash down after transforming in mid air to land as a Tank to finish them off with his powerful energy mortar. . In robot mode, he prefers to use his electron scimitar to fight foes one on one. Especially since this hardly ever fails to defeat a foe or bemuse Blitzwing. His twisted sense of humor lends him to find humor in things that harm others, laughing at fellow’s miseries.


Abilities: His ability as Triple Changer to rapidly transform makes him one of the most dangerous Decepticons, As a jet fighter, Blitzwing can fly at mach 2.7 with a range of 1500 miles. He carries heat-seeking concussion missiles. As a tank, he can traverse most terrain, however rugged, and can achieve a speed of 28 mph. His track-mounted cannon fires an explosive shell 3.5 miles that can level a 5-story brick building. In robot mode he uses an electron scimitar which can short-circuit any electrical device with a touch of its blade, and a gyro-blaster rifle, which disrupts the sense of balance of anyone it hits for 30 minutes.


Weaknesses: Blitzwing sometimes gets his circuits scrambled, which results in him getting stuck in mid-transformation between forms. Also his cruel sense of humor sometimes distracts him from what is going on.

Sample For Interaction:

Blitzwing had been tasked with masquerading his presence while conducting an investigation of human combat capabilities. This led him to travel through the are of Fort Jackson, intending to study the combat readiness of the United States Army. The massive tank rotated its cannons upon entrance into the base and Blitzwing began scanning the area. He considered the entire human race, weak and insignificant to the grand scheme of ruling Cybertron.

Upon a careful routine check of the base, Blitzwing was then stopped at the northern gate, which stated that he needed security clearance in order to access the Armory, where he planned to study the construction of armored assault vehicles. Upon utter silence, the post contacted command, alerting them of the unauthorized access. Blitzwing responded by firing an explosive round that shattered the communications tower. A rush of fire danced across the satellite array, followed by a puff of smoke and it was left in rubble.

Blitzwing activated his engines and drove in reverse while firing concentrated explosive shells into the structures of the base. A number of buildings where decimated while fires began to sprout from the nearby refueling station. The front gate was blasted open, allowing Blitzwing to travel onto the central highway in order to escape, however; a strike team was ordered to peruse the unknown armored tank. A barrage of Ah-64D air-to-surface missiles struck the ground around him and managed to upend him. “How amusing, but its time I ended this little game.” Blitzwing exclaimed while lying on his side.

The three modified Apache Attack Helicopters moved in, believing the victim was immobilized. “Let me show you what Blitzwing can really do.” Blitzwing muttered to himself as he transformed into MiG-25 fighter and blasted from the ground straight into the horizon. Blitzwing caused a sonic boom that sent several humans flying recklessly through the air to their deaths. With a speed unmatched the MiG-25 had already managed to come within firing range. A number of heat-seeking missiles where launched at all three targets, the result was an epic explosion over the horizon. Blitzwing made one final pass, glancing down tot he wreckage. “Mission complete, human resistance is laughable at best, returning to base.” Blitzing uttered as he blasted off from the scene.

Blitzwing made his approach towards the barren desert; he transformed in mid-flight into a massive robot that wielded an Electron-Scimitar that pulsed with energy. In his left hand, a Gyro-Blaster Rifle that was capable of destroying the toughest resistance. He glanced over the desert, where he often came to reflect on the situation within the Decepticons, it allowed him to see the plots and manipulations at hand while he remained outside their influence.

Name: Drift
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alternate Mode: Toyota Supra
Weapons: Two “Buster” class swords, one “Masamune” class sword
Special Abilities: Can see cloaked individuals, Metalikato
Height: 36ft
Motto: “Deadlock is dead. My name is Drift”

Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 8
Endurance: 6
Courage: 8
Firepower: 3
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 3
Charisma: 5
Rank:

Profile:
Drift was not always an Autobot. In fact, he slaughtered quite a few when he was known as the Decepticon Deadlock. But Deadlock's eyes were opened to what the Transformers' war had become when he stumbled across a lost faction of neutral Transformers long since forgotten. He discarded his ruthless ways, abandoned his guns for swords, and changed his name and appearance. When Drift returned to the Transformer war to make right what he put wrong, he was a bot of few words and disciplined action.

These days, Drift is a member of a ragtag team of rebels under the command of Kup, working alongside many members of the disbanded Wreckers. Because of his brutal past, Drift isn't well-liked by a few of the Autobots. He's seen as a late-comer to their side of the conflict, especially since in his past life he had killed quite a few of them! The rest don't seem to care, or are genuinely impressed by his incredible skills, so long as they're used against the other side!

Abilities:
Drift is extremely agile and stealthy, able to sneak around even the most secure Decepticon base without the aid of a cloaking device. His swords are sharp enough to decapitate an Insecticon scout in one swing. Drift received his swords and Metalikato training from a lost faction of neutral Transformers. His max speed is 180 mph with a range of 330 miles. Holomatter Avatar appears to be that of an Asian male in his late 20’s with spiked hair, and tattoos on his lower arms.


Weaknesses:
Drift’s biggest weakness is his past. Being a former Decepticon, he must remember to restrain any acts of tyranny. Other than that, he’s pretty much a normal bot.

Sample Post:
He could feel it pulsing through his hydraulics. This was the power he had become accustomed to. The density of his plates had been strengthened, leaving his cybertronium to almost double. He gave off a goofy grin, looking at the Decepticon warrior. He was seeing the yellow seeker with a slight tint having to look through the oil leaking from his battered head. This was the kind of feeling he lived for. It was a high he just couldn't get enough of.

"You sure you want to do this?" The seeker taunted, scanning Drift’s low energy level. It was nothing compared to his own. "You’re losing power, you might get hurt."

Drift only shrugged, waiting for the seeker to strike. "You know…I’m willing to let you live…if you just walk away." He could feel the power radiating off of Sunstorm, almost over a hundred times more than his own, but for some reason he wasn't worried. It was more of a trial to him. One more thing to overcome.

Both were tired of waiting. They leapt from their spots and rushed each other, prepared to meet in combat. Sunstorm's arm jumped up from his side to blast Drift with his gamma-ray lasers. Before he could fire, Drift grabbed the incoming arm and grinned, stopping its movement. "Nice try,”He taunted. Sunstorm let out a yelp as Drift swung him by the wrist, sending him through the air. The seeker was powerless to stop as Drift lifted him fully over his head, and crashing into the ground.

Laughing, Drift knelt before the fallen seeker. "I'll tell you what, Sunstorm. I'll grant you mercy," he left off a couple moments, waiting for the dramatic moment to end. "Let Primus have mercy on your spark." With that said, Drift focused all but what was left of his energy into a final swing with his sword and finished the seeker off.

Big_Bot wrote:Name: Drift
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alternate Mode: Toyota Supra
Weapons: Two “Buster” class swords, one “Masamune” class sword
Special Abilities: Can see cloaked individuals, Metalikato
Height: 36ft
Motto: “Deadlock is dead. My name is Drift”

Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 8
Endurance: 6
Courage: 8
Firepower: 3
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 3
Charisma: 5
Rank:

Profile:
Drift was not always an Autobot. In fact, he slaughtered quite a few when he was known as the Decepticon Deadlock. But Deadlock's eyes were opened to what the Transformers' war had become when he stumbled across a lost faction of neutral Transformers long since forgotten. He discarded his ruthless ways, abandoned his guns for swords, and changed his name and appearance. When Drift returned to the Transformer war to make right what he put wrong, he was a bot of few words and disciplined action.

These days, Drift is a member of a ragtag team of rebels under the command of Kup, working alongside many members of the disbanded Wreckers. Because of his brutal past, Drift isn't well-liked by a few of the Autobots. He's seen as a late-comer to their side of the conflict, especially since in his past life he had killed quite a few of them! The rest don't seem to care, or are genuinely impressed by his incredible skills, so long as they're used against the other side!

Abilities:
Drift is extremely agile and stealthy, able to sneak around even the most secure Decepticon base without the aid of a cloaking device. His swords are sharp enough to decapitate an Insecticon scout in one swing. Drift received his swords and Metalikato training from a lost faction of neutral Transformers. His max speed is 180 mph with a range of 330 miles. Holomatter Avatar appears to be that of an Asian male in his late 20’s with spiked hair, and tattoos on his lower arms.


Weaknesses:
Drift’s biggest weakness is his past. Being a former Decepticon, he must remember to restrain any acts of tyranny. Other than that, he’s pretty much a normal bot.

Sample Post:
He could feel it pulsing through his hydraulics. This was the power he had become accustomed to. The density of his plates had been strengthened, leaving his cybertronium to almost double. He gave off a goofy grin, looking at the Decepticon warrior. He was seeing the yellow seeker with a slight tint having to look through the oil leaking from his battered head. This was the kind of feeling he lived for. It was a high he just couldn't get enough of.

"You sure you want to do this?" The seeker taunted, scanning Drift’s low energy level. It was nothing compared to his own. "You’re losing power, you might get hurt."

Drift only shrugged, waiting for the seeker to strike. "You know…I’m willing to let you live…if you just walk away." He could feel the power radiating off of Sunstorm, almost over a hundred times more than his own, but for some reason he wasn't worried. It was more of a trial to him. One more thing to overcome.

Both were tired of waiting. They leapt from their spots and rushed each other, prepared to meet in combat. Sunstorm's arm jumped up from his side to blast Drift with his gamma-ray lasers. Before he could fire, Drift grabbed the incoming arm and grinned, stopping its movement. "Nice try,”He taunted. Sunstorm let out a yelp as Drift swung him by the wrist, sending him through the air. The seeker was powerless to stop as Drift lifted him fully over his head, and crashing into the ground.

Laughing, Drift knelt before the fallen seeker. "I'll tell you what, Sunstorm. I'll grant you mercy," he left off a couple moments, waiting for the dramatic moment to end. "Let Primus have mercy on your spark." With that said, Drift focused all but what was left of his energy into a final swing with his sword and finished the seeker off.

Denied. Drift is not considered a canon character in the game, and therefore must be apply for as a fanmade, however, since you are not an active player you are not qualified to make a fanmade. Try again.

Name: Sandblaster
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior/Scientist
Alt. mode: Excavator vehicle, specifically the caterpillar ones that are mid-sized, with the long digging arm. The attachment on the arm is one with a double scoop that can grab.
Weapons: His “claw”, which is on his back, can double as a crude melee weapon/extra appendage, and it also contains missiles. His left arm can shift into a moderately powerful laser gun.
Special Abilities: Like all Decepticons, can fly in robot mode.
Height: 28’0”
Quote: “Loyalty is the greatest of all virtues.”

STRENGTH: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 2
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL:5
CHARISMA: 3
RANK:

Profile: Just before the outbreak of the Great War, Sandblaster was an average protoform. However, due to unfortunate circumstances, Sandblaster’s protoform was put into hibernation, forever locked in the final stages of development. He would have remained like that if it had not been for Megatron, who found the protoform and freed it, demanding that the new transformer swear allegiance to the Decepticons. Sandblaster happily agreed, and soon revealed to have a knack for science. He is currently under tutelage, and is serving as a low-rank recruit for the Decepticons. He believes that as a soldier, his greatest duty is to serve his commanders; even if he feels what they are doing may be ethically questionable. However, Sandblaster holds himself to a rigid moral code, deeming logic, lawfulness, and honor second only to loyalty.

Abilities: Sandblaster is quickly becoming an expert on energon and its properties. He studies it and other energy/physics related subjects with rigor and focus. Often seen as boring by his fellow Decepticons due to his monotone voice, silent disposition, and commitment to honor, Sandblaster is often alone, and has time to study and train, his other common activity. He is growing as a marksman and combatant, and is already a fairly capable fighter. In his alternate mode, however, Sandblaster’s excavator form allows little in the way of speed, and he can only go about 25 miles per hour at max, and for limited distances. He generally relies on his robot mode for travel, using his alternate mode for hiding or mining energon, whether for use or study.

Weaknesses: Sandblaster’s greatest weakness is the lack of speed he possesses in his alternate form. A dangerously slow machine, Sandblaster is forced to fight exclusively in robot mode. Additionally, Sandblaster is still learning to ways of war, and though he is very intelligent and cunning, his lack of experience can cause him to overlook important variables.
Sample Post:
Somewhere in the mountainous regions of Pakistan:

Sandblaster dug into the seemingly barren earth, digging the proper depth to put an energon drill support beam. The wind whistled through the mountains, the only sound accompanying the groan of his motors. When he had dug the four support holes, he transformed, shifting into his robot mode. Grabbing the supports, he began to place them. He had been sent here to harvest a moderate energon well, one that the Autobots were currently unaware of. Usually, more than a single Decepticon recruit would have been sent, but the Autobots were being a problem elsewhere, with Soundwave’s plot for the humans coming to play.
After setting the supports Sandblaster set the drill, and activated it, sending echoes throughout the canyons. For the sake of the energon, he hoped the Autobots really were completely preoccupied. After a few moments, the drill stopped. It must have reached energon. Pulling it out, Sandblaster peered into the hole. It was good, plenty of eneron crystals. Preparing the harvester, Sandblaster wondered where the vein went in this barren ground. Just then, Sandblaster’s audio units detected a sound. It was some sort of vehicle. Whirling around, Sandblaster spied a bright red Pontiac G-8. Unless the natives had just gotten rich, this was an Autobot.
Stepping away from the harvester, Sandblaster took aim at the speeding red target, and launched three missiles at it. The vehicle swerved in the sand, but only avoided damage by transforming and leaping into the air, landing in a rolling crouch about five hundred yards away.
“So you don’t even introduce yourself, huh?!” demanded the Autobot. “Well, my names Cliffjumper, and you’re about to be a pile of scrap!” with that, the brave Autobot opened fire with an ion rifle, barely missing the young Decepticon, who pivoted.
“Autobot,” said Sandblaster flatly. “I demand that you cease and desist, by order of the Great Lord Megatron.”
“Megatron can kiss my aft!” shouted Cliffjumper in response.
Sandblaster didn’t respond with words. Transforming his left arm into a laser rifle, he fired a series of angry red lasers toward the smaller Autobot, which resulted in a flash of light, and filled the air with dust.
“Missed me, Decepto-creep!” shouted Cliffjumper, who responded in kind by rushing forward and firing more ion bolts, these ones splashing against Sandblaster’s chest.
“Graaaagggghhh!” grunted Sandblaster in pain. Recovering quickly, Sandblaster developed a plan, firing a missile to the right of Cliffjumper, who predictably leaped left- right into Sandblaster’s laser fire. Rushing the wounded Autobot, Sandblaster continued to fire mercilessly until he was on top of his foe. Bending over, Sandblaster prepared to finish Cliffjumper, when a blast hit him in the upper torso.
“Brawn!” gasped Cliffjumper weakly.
“Hey kid! Next time we go on a mission together- wait up!” Brawn responded, advancing with his laser pistol.
By the time Sandblaster had struggled to his feet, Brawn had reached him, and delivered an earth-shattering punch to the young Decepticon’s face. As Sandblaster stumbled, Brawn followed up with a one-two, bringing Sandblaster to his knees. Kneeing the Decepticon in the face, Brawn watched him hit the ground, a fierce grin on his face.
“Thought you could tango with Brawn, did ya?” gloated the macho Autobot. “Well I think its time we finished- OOF!” Brawn went flying backward as one of Sandblaster’s missiles caught him square in the chest.
Standing as quickly as he could, Sandblaster rushed forward and slammed his foot down on Brawn’s chest, spinning his treads as he did so; grinding down on the Autobot. Aiming his rifle, Sandblaster prepared to finish his foe, but Brawn had other plans. Using his considerable strength, the powerful Autobot heaved upwards, throwing Sandblaster back and struggling to his feet.
The combatants circled each other for a moment, Sandblaster transforming his arm back, and then they charged, swinging with all their might and meeting in a clash of metal. However, Brawn quickly gained the upper hand with his greater strength, mobility, and skill. Throwing Sandblaster toward the energon harvester, and began to pummel the Decepticon mercilessly. Grabbing Sandblaster, Brawn slammed him against the support, watching as the Decepticon’s body spark with wounds.
“Sorry buddy, but you just can’t beat old Brawn!” Brawn said, preparing to smash in Sandblaster’s face.
“Perhaps, but then again- maybe ‘old Brawn’ cannot defeat me either.” With that, Sandblaster transformed his left arm once again, and fired down the hole and into the energon crystals.
Eyes widening is shock, Brawn let go of Sandblaster and ran to his wounded comrade. “Cliffjumper, we gotta get outta here!” as Sandblaster activated his repulsors, jetting into the air, as the crystals exploded, sending a wave of energy up the shaft and in all directions.
Landing in the nearby hills, Sandblaster watched as his opponents left the scene. Hanging his head in shame, Sandblaster radioed in. “This is Sandblaster to base, come in Soundwave.”
“This is Soundwave, I read you.”
“I was attacked by Autobots and failed to secure the energon sir. However, I managed to deny them access as well.”
“Very well, report in, Sandblaster. Soundwave out.”
With that, Sandblaster took flight, and proceeded to the beaming point for access to Mount St. Helens.

Sandblaster wrote:Name: Sandblaster
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior/Scientist
Alt. mode: Excavator vehicle, specifically the caterpillar ones that are mid-sized, with the long digging arm. The attachment on the arm is one with a double scoop that can grab.
Weapons: His “claw”, which is on his back, can double as a crude melee weapon/extra appendage, and it also contains missiles. His left arm can shift into a moderately powerful laser gun.
Special Abilities: Like all Decepticons, can fly in robot mode.
Height: 28’0”
Quote: “Loyalty is the greatest of all virtues.”

STRENGTH: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 2
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL:5
CHARISMA: 3
RANK:

Profile: Just before the outbreak of the Great War, Sandblaster was an average protoform. However, due to unfortunate circumstances, Sandblaster’s protoform was put into hibernation, forever locked in the final stages of development. He would have remained like that if it had not been for Megatron, who found the protoform and freed it, demanding that the new transformer swear allegiance to the Decepticons. Sandblaster happily agreed, and soon revealed to have a knack for science. He is currently under tutelage, and is serving as a low-rank recruit for the Decepticons. He believes that as a soldier, his greatest duty is to serve his commanders; even if he feels what they are doing may be ethically questionable. However, Sandblaster holds himself to a rigid moral code, deeming logic, lawfulness, and honor second only to loyalty.

Abilities: Sandblaster is quickly becoming an expert on energon and its properties. He studies it and other energy/physics related subjects with rigor and focus. Often seen as boring by his fellow Decepticons due to his monotone voice, silent disposition, and commitment to honor, Sandblaster is often alone, and has time to study and train, his other common activity. He is growing as a marksman and combatant, and is already a fairly capable fighter. In his alternate mode, however, Sandblaster’s excavator form allows little in the way of speed, and he can only go about 25 miles per hour at max, and for limited distances. He generally relies on his robot mode for travel, using his alternate mode for hiding or mining energon, whether for use or study.

Weaknesses: Sandblaster’s greatest weakness is the lack of speed he possesses in his alternate form. A dangerously slow machine, Sandblaster is forced to fight exclusively in robot mode. Additionally, Sandblaster is still learning to ways of war, and though he is very intelligent and cunning, his lack of experience can cause him to overlook important variables.
Sample Post:
Somewhere in the mountainous regions of Pakistan:

Sandblaster dug into the seemingly barren earth, digging the proper depth to put an energon drill support beam. The wind whistled through the mountains, the only sound accompanying the groan of his motors. When he had dug the four support holes, he transformed, shifting into his robot mode. Grabbing the supports, he began to place them. He had been sent here to harvest a moderate energon well, one that the Autobots were currently unaware of. Usually, more than a single Decepticon recruit would have been sent, but the Autobots were being a problem elsewhere, with Soundwave’s plot for the humans coming to play.
After setting the supports Sandblaster set the drill, and activated it, sending echoes throughout the canyons. For the sake of the energon, he hoped the Autobots really were completely preoccupied. After a few moments, the drill stopped. It must have reached energon. Pulling it out, Sandblaster peered into the hole. It was good, plenty of eneron crystals. Preparing the harvester, Sandblaster wondered where the vein went in this barren ground. Just then, Sandblaster’s audio units detected a sound. It was some sort of vehicle. Whirling around, Sandblaster spied a bright red Pontiac G-8. Unless the natives had just gotten rich, this was an Autobot.
Stepping away from the harvester, Sandblaster took aim at the speeding red target, and launched three missiles at it. The vehicle swerved in the sand, but only avoided damage by transforming and leaping into the air, landing in a rolling crouch about five hundred yards away.
“So you don’t even introduce yourself, huh?!” demanded the Autobot. “Well, my names Cliffjumper, and you’re about to be a pile of scrap!” with that, the brave Autobot opened fire with an ion rifle, barely missing the young Decepticon, who pivoted.
“Autobot,” said Sandblaster flatly. “I demand that you cease and desist, by order of the Great Lord Megatron.”
“Megatron can kiss my aft!” shouted Cliffjumper in response.
Sandblaster didn’t respond with words. Transforming his left arm into a laser rifle, he fired a series of angry red lasers toward the smaller Autobot, which resulted in a flash of light, and filled the air with dust.
“Missed me, Decepto-creep!” shouted Cliffjumper, who responded in kind by rushing forward and firing more ion bolts, these ones splashing against Sandblaster’s chest.
“Graaaagggghhh!” grunted Sandblaster in pain. Recovering quickly, Sandblaster developed a plan, firing a missile to the right of Cliffjumper, who predictably leaped left- right into Sandblaster’s laser fire. Rushing the wounded Autobot, Sandblaster continued to fire mercilessly until he was on top of his foe. Bending over, Sandblaster prepared to finish Cliffjumper, when a blast hit him in the upper torso.
“Brawn!” gasped Cliffjumper weakly.
“Hey kid! Next time we go on a mission together- wait up!” Brawn responded, advancing with his laser pistol.
By the time Sandblaster had struggled to his feet, Brawn had reached him, and delivered an earth-shattering punch to the young Decepticon’s face. As Sandblaster stumbled, Brawn followed up with a one-two, bringing Sandblaster to his knees. Kneeing the Decepticon in the face, Brawn watched him hit the ground, a fierce grin on his face.
“Thought you could tango with Brawn, did ya?” gloated the macho Autobot. “Well I think its time we finished- OOF!” Brawn went flying backward as one of Sandblaster’s missiles caught him square in the chest.
Standing as quickly as he could, Sandblaster rushed forward and slammed his foot down on Brawn’s chest, spinning his treads as he did so; grinding down on the Autobot. Aiming his rifle, Sandblaster prepared to finish his foe, but Brawn had other plans. Using his considerable strength, the powerful Autobot heaved upwards, throwing Sandblaster back and struggling to his feet.
The combatants circled each other for a moment, Sandblaster transforming his arm back, and then they charged, swinging with all their might and meeting in a clash of metal. However, Brawn quickly gained the upper hand with his greater strength, mobility, and skill. Throwing Sandblaster toward the energon harvester, and began to pummel the Decepticon mercilessly. Grabbing Sandblaster, Brawn slammed him against the support, watching as the Decepticon’s body spark with wounds.
“Sorry buddy, but you just can’t beat old Brawn!” Brawn said, preparing to smash in Sandblaster’s face.
“Perhaps, but then again- maybe ‘old Brawn’ cannot defeat me either.” With that, Sandblaster transformed his left arm once again, and fired down the hole and into the energon crystals.
Eyes widening is shock, Brawn let go of Sandblaster and ran to his wounded comrade. “Cliffjumper, we gotta get outta here!” as Sandblaster activated his repulsors, jetting into the air, as the crystals exploded, sending a wave of energy up the shaft and in all directions.
Landing in the nearby hills, Sandblaster watched as his opponents left the scene. Hanging his head in shame, Sandblaster radioed in. “This is Sandblaster to base, come in Soundwave.”
“This is Soundwave, I read you.”
“I was attacked by Autobots and failed to secure the energon sir. However, I managed to deny them access as well.”
“Very well, report in, Sandblaster. Soundwave out.”
With that, Sandblaster took flight, and proceeded to the beaming point for access to Mount St. Helens.

Denied. This is a fanmade character and they are not available until you have played a canon character for sometime.

Not certain if you're planning on bringing in Prowl yet but I figured I'd give it another try with a new sample post.

Name: Prowl
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Military Strategist and Analyst
Alt mode: Ford Mustang GT with Police Modifications
Height: 25 ft/7.6m
Weapons: Laser-guided Incendiary Missiles, semi-automatic acid pellet rifle.
Quote: “Logic is the only Weapon”

Stats: (will go with any recommended adjustments)
Strength: 07
Intelligence: 09
Dexterity: 06
Speed: 07
Endurance: 07
Courage: 09
Firepower: 04
Accuracy: 06
Melee: 05
Tech Skill: 09
Charisma: 07
Rank: ?

Bio: He is quiet, competent, and very loyal, but perhaps his most valuable trait is his almost endless patience. Once Prowl is assigned a task, he will keep at it until it is accomplished. He works with proven facts, not imagination or guesses. If he has any doubts, he will radio Optimus Prime, his commander, before proceeding. He hates doubts in any form, and he strives to make everything he encounters reasonable and logical. He believes it only when he can explain it. On a personal level he is friendly, but not too sociable. He's a listener, not a talker, unless someone says something unreasonable. Then he will demand an explanation.

Prowl will keep at a task for as long as it takes. Strives to find reason and logic in everything. A listener, not a talker. Has most sophisticated logic center of all Autobots. Able to analyze and advise on complex combat situations almost instantaneously. He fires wire-guided missiles and high-corrosive acid pellets. The unexpected can often scramble his circuits.
Abilities: Prowl has the most sophisticated logic center of all the Autobots, giving him the ability to analyze any combat situation almost instantaneously and then advise on the optimal course of action. For example, Prowl can observe 800 moving objects, compute their probable paths of movement, and determine the proper countermove in .05 seconds. From his shoulder cannons he can shoot wire-guided incendiary missiles that reach temperatures of 12,000 degrees Centigrade upon explosion. He also carries a semi-automatic rifle that shoots pellets filled with a highly corrosive acid. Its range is 300 yards.
Weaknesses: His dedication to logic and reason makes Prowl particularly vulnerable to the unexpected. Irrational and inexplicable situations can really scramble his circuits, sometimes to the point of total shutdown of his mechano-cortex center, leaving him temporarily dysfunctional.

Sample Post:

Prowl sat quietly, staring at the holographic image of the Decepticons fortress at Mt. Sait Helens, quietly and thoroughly looking for any possible weakness to exploit for Optimus Prime’s planned raid on the base. He often questions why they would raid it rather than simply destroy it. Every Autobot knew that a simple raid would make the Decepticons refortify, making it near impossible. No! He couldn’t think that. The moment he started doubting the idea, he wouldn’t be able to come up with an effective strategy.

He heard Cliffjumper and Brawn passing by, trading war stories but paid no heed to them, he had a job to do. He did wish they would take some more time to better themselves as fighters. In his mind, he questioned how more effective they would be if Autobots constantly tried to better themselves. Then again, he knew trying to answer that question was pointless as that was not the reality. He needed to focus on what was in front of him. He always hated playing “what if” scenarios. They were pointless. What mattered was the reality.

He played back a simulation. The Dinobots and more durable Autobots were in the front with some of the smaller Autobots confusing the perimeter defense and Prime in the middle. While putting Prime up front was a possibility, he wasn’t about to risk Prime being taken out by heavy oncoming turrent fire that would most likely be targeted at him, especialy early in the attack. However, his problem wasn’t so much the perimeter defense, but the fact that climbing the mountain to get to the hangar left them open to attack by Starscream and the jets. And he knew only too well how many had fallen to Starscreams firepower. Some of them were his own friends and once or twice he had been hit, but was fortunate a medic was near. The issue was the lack of an effective air force or anti-aerial artillery as most of their available forces were land-based robots. The simulation completed with the main group making it no further than the second line and downed by aerial assault.

The door hissed and a familiar robot entered the room. “How are things proceeding, Prowl?” said Optimus Prime as he approached the terminal. Prowl replays the simulation. “I’ve been trying to work with several plans using what factors we do have to work with in such an attack. The problem is not the automated defenses of the base. It’s the fact we’re a shooting gallery going up that open mountain. All possibilities have ended up with us being shot down by Seeker fire.” he said. He then shrugged “We just don’t have an effective means of dog-fighting or anti-aerial firepower.” Prowl says he’s considering another approach vector from the opposite side of the mountain where the defense is lighter.” He points out that the hangar-side of the mountain is more guarded.

Optimus looks at the image. “What if we considered a holographic camouflage using Hounds holographic gun.” Prowl rubs his chin for a moment and then begins typing in the factors. He plays back a similar scenario to the one before but the seekers aren’t firing, despite the sensors detecting them. It is only when they’re close that the Seekers pick them up and each one of them is blasted away by a dot registering Megatron. He smirked. The results were better. Something he wouldn’t have considered given he was not a creative thinker like Optimus, a quality he occasionally envied. Optimus looked at his strategist with optimism.

Prowl smirked “I’ll keep at it.” he told his leader.

Prime nodded and moved away. He turned to Prowl and said “This operation will take some time to plan but I want to make sure we get no lower than a 98.99% chance of success and wiht a means of escape should the 1.01% happen. Hopefully by then, more Autobots will be available for us to make an effective assault.” Prowl nodded with the hint of a sligth smirk on his face. He at least felt like a weight had been lifted form his shoulders. He decided to save the file for now and get to work on another strategy which was more immanent and saved the file. He'd work on the new approach vector later.

Blaster

Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Communications
Alt. Mode: AM/FM Stereo Cassette Player.
Weapons: Electro Scrambler Gun.
Height: 33ft / 10.07m
Quote: "When the music is rockin, I'm rollin."


Strength: 8
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 2
Endurance: 8
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 8
Charisma: 10
Rank: 7

Profile: Blaster likes to turn it up loud. That goes for the way he does everything: fighting, talking, playing- living! If Blaster is involved, he makes his presence known. He is in the forefront of any situation. But aside from the things he normally does in the course of being an Autobot, he has a special passion: Rock 'n' Roll. His ability to monitor radio transmissions has exposed him to many earthen musical styles, all of which he finds interesting. But it is rock music- good, hard and loud- that really sparks his circuits. He'd much rather be lost in the sound of a searing guitar solo than fight Decepticons. However, when called upon he will do what he must for the Autobot cause, albeit reluctantly at times. As Blaster likes to point out, "I hate changing channels in mid-song."

Abilities: As AM/FM stereo cassette player, Blaster can perform as a deck plus receive radio signals of all frequencies with power outputs as low as 1/1,000,000 watts. Blaster acts as an Autobot communication center that can transmit up to 4,000 miles away. Blaster is able to eject Mini-Cassettes from his tape deck. These Mini-cassettes are faithful to their long time friend Blaster. From his deck he can produce, Eject, Ramhorn, Rewind, Steeljaw, Grandslam, and Raindance. In robot form he carries an electro-scrambler gun, which emits powerful waves of electromagnetic energy that disrupt the operations of all but the most heavily shielded electrical devices. In theory, the gun should interfere with the minute electrical impulses of the human nervous system, but Blaster has never used the gun on a human.

Weaknesses: Blaster's most obvious weakness is for rock 'n' roll. He will walk unwittingly into a trap for the promise of hearing some new tunes. Radio static has the effect of hampering his operation and even, if strong enough, knocking him out completely.

Sample Interaction

“Coming to you live from Planet Earth, this is your one and only twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, no stop till you drop, Autobot 94-FM, featuring your loving host, Blaster!” The lights flashed red on what appeared to be an AM/FM stereo cassette player that featured red Autobot insignias. Blaster was able to transmit up to 4,000 miles away, using his 1,000,000-output signal to transfer his radio signals. When not sending and receiving encoded messages, he was generally blasting away to a new tune.

Finding his evening to be lonesome, the cassette decked opened and Blaster ejected a Mini-Cassette named Rewind. “Get down Rewind!” Blaster commanded as he intensified the volume through his speakers. “Hold on Rewind, two can play.” He suggested as ejected Eject from his tape deck. “Yeah, that’s what I am saying, you hear me Eject?” Blaster pronounced while the pair of Mini-Cassette Autobots performed a number of dexterous moves, dancing to the beats that Blaster produced. The doors opened and Blaster lowered the music. “Uh oh. We gonna get yelled out again. Shhh.” Blaster instructed the much smaller Mini-Cassettes while his deck opened. The Mini-Cassettes transformed back into cassette form and hopped into Blasters chest.

Blaster realized that it was only his friend Perceptor, who had heard the music down the hall and decided to socialize with Blaster. “Hey Perceptor! What’s shaking? Other than my speakers.” He said in greeting as he transformed into his towering robot form. “Need you to run a diagnostic on my transmitter, I think I fried a circuit jamming out this morning.” Blaster said. “Don’t look at me like that Perceptor, you know how I roll with morning 94-AM.” He said before Perceptor could even say a world. “Well I suppose I have time to run a quick diagnostic on your transmitter, any word from Ultra Magnus?” Perceptor said placing his hands on his robotic hips. “Nah, it’s been quiet all morning, can’t help but think something is amiss with all the Decepticon activity in the area.” Blaster said.

“You seen Ramhorn or Steeljaw around? I let them out over an hour ago and then been bugging out ever since.” Blaster said while bringing a hand to his chin to ponder where he had last left the two at. “No can’t say that I have, hopefully they aren’t being aggressive like last time. You remember when they ransacked my laboratory?” Perceptor asked in return. “Don’t sweat any energon over it Perceptor, they were just playing that’s all. Hey, I made them return all the parts they stole along with a formal apology.” Blaster admitted to their guilt in the part. “Cut them some slack man, there full of spunk hanging out with me all day.” Blaster said.

Perceptor considered for a moment. “Well they did seem sincere, even with you loitering over them while they apologized. Hopefully, they will return with little damage or it makes my job a little more complex.” Perceptor said in response. In the near distance, the pair of Autobots heard a loud crash, followed by feral sounding growls. “Oh snap, speak of the devil!” Blaster said as the pair rushed in the direction of the noise.

[OOC] - I am going for (1) Decepticon and (1) Autobot after reviewing the site and noticing most players, play a number of characters. If the two I submitted are acceptable.

Name: Ironhide
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Security
Alt. mode: Nissan Onebox Cherry Vanette
Weapons: 2 cybertronian pistols
Special Abilities: Ironhide's skin is made of a trithyllium-steel alloy impregnated with irradiated carbon fibers, giving him immunity to most forms of artillery and electromagnetic attacks. He is the most nearly invulnerable of the Autobots.

He also has sonar, radar, and a radiowave detector.

Height: about 20ft
Quote: "high tech circuitry is no replacement to guts"

STRENGTH: 7.0
INTELLIGENCE: 7.0
DEXTERITY:
SPEED: 3.0
ENDURANCE: 9.0
COURAGE: 10.0
FIREPOWER: 7.0
ACCURACY: 4.0
MELEE: 5.0
TECH SKILL: 2.0
CHARISMA: 6.0
RANK:

Profile: "Go chew on a microchip," is Ironhide's calling card. Never the sort who likes to be told what to do, he prefers action to words. He refers to what he considers excessive talking as "leaking lubricant." He's the oldest Autobot, probably the toughest, most battle-tested and certainly the orneriest. Due to his defensive capabilities, he is usually in charge of safekeeping anything or anyone of importance, and sort of acts as Commander Optimus Prime's personal bodyguard. His gruff exterior hides his kind inner soul; his concern for the protection of life, whether mechanical or biochemical, extends to the lowliest gasketroid or smallest sparrow.

Abilities: top speed and range without external fuel tanks:1.0 effects of Ironhide's weapons: small explosion

Weaknesses: Ironhide is the slowest Autobot. Due to his advanced years, he breaks down the most. His presence breeds dissension among some of the younger, less compassionate Autobots who consider him an antiquated old heap whose contributions do not outweigh his liabilities. Optimus Prime does not share their view.

Sample Post: Ironhide was the only one at Autobot headquarters due to the fact that all Autobots left to do battle with the decepticons, who were striking Colorado. Ironhide wish he was in the fight, but even when he hates it, he always follows Prime's command. click! primes voice was on the comlink! "Ironhide, we need backup! get here as fast as you can!" Ironhide geared up and then transformed. by the time he got there, the battle was over.

Sunstorm

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Seeker
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Tetrajet \ (Earth) Heavily modified air superiority fighter of Earthern design
Weapons: Heat-seeker Missiles, Mass-driver Cannons, Electromagnetic Energy
Special Abilities: Self-generating energy source
Height: 31ft / 9.5m
Quote: "Unchecked power is the true path to divinity."


Strength: 06
Intelligence: 07
Dexterity: 08
Speed: 10
Endurance: 07
Courage: 10
Firepower: 09
Accuracy: 08
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 05
Charisma: 09
Rank: 06

Profile: Sunstorm was originally manufactured during the great miners revolt, long before the great Civil War that wrecked Cybertron. As the revolt spread from the mines to Cybertron’s primary industrial sector, a nearby power substation joined the revolt and thus quality control was disrupted along the assembly line for Sunstorm's model type and a host of electromagnetic abnormalities crept in to his individual design: his main fusion reactor somehow operates at a power lever far greater than that of any other Transformer’s, essentially self-regenerating as it produces amounts of radioactive energy than can cause the mass destruction of anything mechanical around Sunstorm if that fusion power is let loose upon the world. This realisation came to Sunstorm upon activation; as he stood up, he felt a great power gradually vibrating stronger inside his superstructure, giving him an unimaginable amount of power, until he couldn’t contain it anymore; next thing he knew, his entire body was shining greater than the sun and all robots close to him began to melt down, their circuits frying amidst raging screams of horror. A logical processor would come to the conclusion that Sunstrorm’s body was radioactive, but Sunstorm got different ideas. According to his opinion, his strength and abilities derive from some mystical source and that the potential immensity of his power is indicative of some supernatural endowment. Essentially, Sunstorm is convinced that his is the manifestation of divinity upon the universe.

This all-mighty conviction isn’t lost to his fellow Decepticons though, as Sunstorm usually mumbles about ‘his magnificent power’. These rumblings are mostly dismissed by the rest of the Decepticons as senseless bumble, crediting Sunstorm’s fictional grandeur to a logic circuit gone haywire during the troubled times of his manufacturing. Whatever the truth, Sunstorm takes his godly role with great seriousness. Although his odd behaviour and highhanded demeanour may isolate him from his comrades and his sense of grandeur may cause him to borderline insubordination at times (what god takes orders?), Sunstorm is fearless in combat –though his sense of courage does not stem from his understanding of the danger rather the belief that he is indestructible. He’s not the strongest of the Decepticons, but Sunstorm is a real powerhouse: he’s got amazing speed and dexterity both in robot and vehicle mode, as well as a firepower that can put most of the Transformers to shame. He’s also a very good ranged attacker, with his accuracy much above the average. Lastly, Sunstorm can hold on his own during melee combat better than the average Decepticon air warrior.



Abilities: In vehicle mode, Sunstorm's top atmospheric speed is just under mach 2.0. He wields two mass driver cannons in robot mode which fire high-speed projectiles capable of punching through most types of advanced Cybertronian armor. In jet mode, he is armed with two heat-seeking missile launchers. When Sunstorm is able to maintain control of his reactor core, he is capable of using it to generate incredibly powerful bursts of electromagnetic radiation. Lastly, due to his self-regenerating energy source, Sunstorm has less need of an external energy source to operate in maximum capacity than the average Transformer.

Weaknesses: Sunstorm's peculiar habits, in addition to the deleterious effects that he is capable of causing teammates by his sheer presence, will likely cause him to be excluded from key missions until he has learned more control or his design has been further modified. Also, Sunstorm needs to be very careful and concentrated when he is taking advantage of his reactor core, due to the danger of his internal fusion reactor becoming too unstable to sustain the energy emitted. In jet mode, he rarely employs his own heat seeking missiles; on the occasion that his target may evade their reach, they are liable to turn back and target his own substantial heat signature. Lastly, because of Sunstorm’s convictions of invulnerability, he usually stays on a fight and doing so, sustains grievous damage.

Sample Post:

“I! Left on guard duty! Me!”, cried Sunstorm in anger and exasperation, walking alone the Decepticons base on his patrol rounds. Three thousand astroseconds earlier, Megatron has announced to his warriors that he would personally lead them to the final and decisive victory against the Autobots and that they should get ready for combat. But as Sunstorm was getting ready along his comrades, he was ordered by Starscream to stand down. “Not you, Sunstorm. You’ll stay to guard the base. Megatron’s orders”, the air commander said with a winch of displeasure forming on his faceplate (which Sunstorm concluded was more about pronouncing the name of the Decepticons, rather than leaving him behind!). The yellow Seeker opened his mouth to protest but before his vocal processors could emit a sound, Starscream had refused to hear another word from him. Irritated, Sunstorm lowered his head and watched as the Decepticons flew to battle, many of them with smirks of satisfaction for his fate. Guard duty was the kind of job given to the most incapable of the Decepticons.

“Pieces of slag! You unworthy scraps of metal!”, shrieked Sunstorm and kicked a metal container of weaponry, which flew across the empty corridor. “I am the most powerful Decepticon in the universe!”, he declared in a combination of ostentatious voice and movement. “I could melt them all down in an astrosecond, I could squash them like fleshlings if I wished it so;”. He was about to begin another round of bumbling about his all powerfulness, but the main fusion alarm rang on his audio receptors. Sunstorm stopped immediately and checked his armplates to see if they were glowing. They didn’t, which was a good sign. Long ago, Sunstorm had come up with the idea to regularly check his armour when the main reactor alarm buzzed. As long as he didn’t glow with radiation, the rest of the Decepticons were safe and sound. But if he began to glow, then his main reactor was leaking radioactive energy to his exterior; what that essentially meant was that the main reactor was working at it’s peak, and that unless Sunstorm was very careful, his surrounding mechanisms would experience his ‘magnificent power’ first hand.

And that was something that Sunstorm couldn’t afford to let happen, else he would remain on guard duty for the rest of his entire existence. And Sunstorm was the warlike type of God, that kind that took part on the wars of lesser beings, crushing the life of his enemies while being praised by his allies. “Soon enough.”, Sunstorm reassured himself, letting go of his frustration. “Soon enough I’ll have the power to control you. And then I will truly be unstoppable!”

OOC: Made a few tweaks to the profile. Most importantly, I removed the space travel parts as it seemed a bit all too powerful for a starting character, and I'd really like to start Sunstorm. Hope it flies for you!

Sparviero wrote:Sunstorm

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Seeker
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Tetrajet \ (Earth) Heavily modified air superiority fighter of Earthern design
Weapons: Heat-seeker Missiles, Mass-driver Cannons, Electromagnetic Energy
Special Abilities: Self-generating energy source
Height: 31ft / 9.5m
Quote: "Unchecked power is the true path to divinity."


Strength: 06
Intelligence: 07
Dexterity: 08
Speed: 10
Endurance: 07
Courage: 10
Firepower: 09
Accuracy: 08
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 05
Charisma: 09
Rank: 06

Profile: Sunstorm was originally manufactured during the great miners revolt, long before the great Civil War that wrecked Cybertron. As the revolt spread from the mines to Cybertron’s primary industrial sector, a nearby power substation joined the revolt and thus quality control was disrupted along the assembly line for Sunstorm's model type and a host of electromagnetic abnormalities crept in to his individual design: his main fusion reactor somehow operates at a power lever far greater than that of any other Transformer’s, essentially self-regenerating as it produces amounts of radioactive energy than can cause the mass destruction of anything mechanical around Sunstorm if that fusion power is let loose upon the world. This realisation came to Sunstorm upon activation; as he stood up, he felt a great power gradually vibrating stronger inside his superstructure, giving him an unimaginable amount of power, until he couldn’t contain it anymore; next thing he knew, his entire body was shining greater than the sun and all robots close to him began to melt down, their circuits frying amidst raging screams of horror. A logical processor would come to the conclusion that Sunstrorm’s body was radioactive, but Sunstorm got different ideas. According to his opinion, his strength and abilities derive from some mystical source and that the potential immensity of his power is indicative of some supernatural endowment. Essentially, Sunstorm is convinced that his is the manifestation of divinity upon the universe.

This all-mighty conviction isn’t lost to his fellow Decepticons though, as Sunstorm usually mumbles about ‘his magnificent power’. These rumblings are mostly dismissed by the rest of the Decepticons as senseless bumble, crediting Sunstorm’s fictional grandeur to a logic circuit gone haywire during the troubled times of his manufacturing. Whatever the truth, Sunstorm takes his godly role with great seriousness. Although his odd behaviour and highhanded demeanour may isolate him from his comrades and his sense of grandeur may cause him to borderline insubordination at times (what god takes orders?), Sunstorm is fearless in combat –though his sense of courage does not stem from his understanding of the danger rather the belief that he is indestructible. He’s not the strongest of the Decepticons, but Sunstorm is a real powerhouse: he’s got amazing speed and dexterity both in robot and vehicle mode, as well as a firepower that can put most of the Transformers to shame. He’s also a very good ranged attacker, with his accuracy much above the average. Lastly, Sunstorm can hold on his own during melee combat better than the average Decepticon air warrior.



Abilities: In vehicle mode, Sunstorm's top atmospheric speed is just under mach 2.0. He wields two mass driver cannons in robot mode which fire high-speed projectiles capable of punching through most types of advanced Cybertronian armor. In jet mode, he is armed with two heat-seeking missile launchers. When Sunstorm is able to maintain control of his reactor core, he is capable of using it to generate incredibly powerful bursts of electromagnetic radiation. Lastly, due to his self-regenerating energy source, Sunstorm has less need of an external energy source to operate in maximum capacity than the average Transformer.

Weaknesses: Sunstorm's peculiar habits, in addition to the deleterious effects that he is capable of causing teammates by his sheer presence, will likely cause him to be excluded from key missions until he has learned more control or his design has been further modified. Also, Sunstorm needs to be very careful and concentrated when he is taking advantage of his reactor core, due to the danger of his internal fusion reactor becoming too unstable to sustain the energy emitted. In jet mode, he rarely employs his own heat seeking missiles; on the occasion that his target may evade their reach, they are liable to turn back and target his own substantial heat signature. Lastly, because of Sunstorm’s convictions of invulnerability, he usually stays on a fight and doing so, sustains grievous damage.

Sample Post:

“I! Left on guard duty! Me!”, cried Sunstorm in anger and exasperation, walking alone the Decepticons base on his patrol rounds. Three thousand astroseconds earlier, Megatron has announced to his warriors that he would personally lead them to the final and decisive victory against the Autobots and that they should get ready for combat. But as Sunstorm was getting ready along his comrades, he was ordered by Starscream to stand down. “Not you, Sunstorm. You’ll stay to guard the base. Megatron’s orders”, the air commander said with a winch of displeasure forming on his faceplate (which Sunstorm concluded was more about pronouncing the name of the Decepticons, rather than leaving him behind!). The yellow Seeker opened his mouth to protest but before his vocal processors could emit a sound, Starscream had refused to hear another word from him. Irritated, Sunstorm lowered his head and watched as the Decepticons flew to battle, many of them with smirks of satisfaction for his fate. Guard duty was the kind of job given to the most incapable of the Decepticons.

“Pieces of slag! You unworthy scraps of metal!”, shrieked Sunstorm and kicked a metal container of weaponry, which flew across the empty corridor. “I am the most powerful Decepticon in the universe!”, he declared in a combination of ostentatious voice and movement. “I could melt them all down in an astrosecond, I could squash them like fleshlings if I wished it so;”. He was about to begin another round of bumbling about his all powerfulness, but the main fusion alarm rang on his audio receptors. Sunstorm stopped immediately and checked his armplates to see if they were glowing. They didn’t, which was a good sign. Long ago, Sunstorm had come up with the idea to regularly check his armour when the main reactor alarm buzzed. As long as he didn’t glow with radiation, the rest of the Decepticons were safe and sound. But if he began to glow, then his main reactor was leaking radioactive energy to his exterior; what that essentially meant was that the main reactor was working at it’s peak, and that unless Sunstorm was very careful, his surrounding mechanisms would experience his ‘magnificent power’ first hand.

And that was something that Sunstorm couldn’t afford to let happen, else he would remain on guard duty for the rest of his entire existence. And Sunstorm was the warlike type of God, that kind that took part on the wars of lesser beings, crushing the life of his enemies while being praised by his allies. “Soon enough.”, Sunstorm reassured himself, letting go of his frustration. “Soon enough I’ll have the power to control you. And then I will truly be unstoppable!”

OOC: Made a few tweaks to the profile. Most importantly, I removed the space travel parts as it seemed a bit all too powerful for a starting character, and I'd really like to start Sunstorm. Hope it flies for you!

Denied. Sunstorm is considered a fanmade, and as such cannot be applied for until you have played a canon character for some time.

I was afraid that would be so... How about this one?

Dirge

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Tetra jet / (Earth) Heavily modified air superiority fighter of Earthern design
Weapons: Machine guns, Heat-seeking missiles
Special Abilities: Fear engine
Height: 31 ft / 9,46 m
Quote: "Fear is the element that unites all losers."

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

Profile: Long before the civil war on Cybertron broke out, Dirge was a miner like thousand other Transformers, forced to work so that the Transformer race and Cybertron’s way of life could be sustained with the harvested energy. Although the work was hard and the breaks from the strenuous task few and far apart, Dirge had come to terms with his place in the general scheme of things. When the work was done for the day, he would gather with the rest of the miner bots and arrange fighting matches as a way to blow off some steam and improve his strength and dexterity, desperately needed skills for a long life at the mines.

With automation rendering the miner bots a liability to progress, Dirge was left without a job and no other way to obtain one. Desperate to make a living, he was ultimately hinted towards Kaon’s underground where several of the once miners had fled to. Reaching Kaon, Dirge entered the gladiatorial matches exploiting his previous experience on combat. It was during these fights that Dirge discovered his talent for battle and causing fear to his opponents. Gaining experience and skill with each new fight, he eventually gave more attention to creating a reputation as a fearsome warrior, implementing battle preparation rituals that unleashed a sensation of dread to his watching opponents. Dirge also assumed a more solemn and morose demeanour, understanding the importance of appearance for the instilment and manipulation of fear. Being a very intelligent bot, he schooled himself in the arts of warfare and fear for many years and thus obtained a deep understanding of the causes of fear and its benefits, discovering a way to create sub-sonic vibrations from his engine that could crush the resolve of even the most experienced and strongest opponents. It was during his gladiatorial years that Dirge found out about Megatron, and the eager warrior was deeply impressed by Megatron’s power and charisma to the point of blind admiration. Even to this day, Dirge is as fanatically loyal to Megatron and an obsessive believer of the Decepticon cause as he was millennia ago.

Immediately joining the newly formed Decepticons, Dirge was present in the original skirmishes with the Autobots, when they tried to limit Megatron’s influence over Kaon, and found that he was strong, speedy and an enduring warrior. Over the fights, Dirge also got a reputation for superlative marksmanship as well as efficient hand-to-hand combat ability when the situation called for it. Indisputably, his best moment was during the massacre of Kaon’s senate at the orders of Megatron, when a very compliant and cooperative Starscream tricked the Senators to a hearing that ended in a fiery destruction of Kaon’s finest bots. On the subsequent fighting on the streets of Kaon for supremacy over the city-state, Dirge used his extensive knowledge of fear to demoralize the opponents and managed to terminate many an Autobot soldier by using his sub-vibrating engines and shrieking shouts.

So the Great War begun and kept going on for millennia and Dirge fought wherever Megatron ordered the Decepticons to attack or defend. With Cybertron’s ecological desolation though, it was clear that the Decepticons would have to take refuge and continue the war across the stars. It was due these circumstances that Dirge arrived at Earth, following the infiltration unit lead by Starscream in the Decepticons’ effort to harvest the abundant energy of the blue planet and revive their desolated home.

Abilities: Subject is able to cause a fear reaction in nearby opponents by internally generating sub-sonic vibrations that affect most beings' nervous systems. Only the strongest-willed are able to resist. This ability is most effective in his jet mode, where his powerful engines have the same effect on a much wider scale. Like his fellow Decepticon jet fighters, Dirge can attain speeds of up to 3000 mph and more. He carries a variety of missiles and two high-velocity machine gun.

Weaknesses: If the subject feels like he is losing control of a combat situation, his own fear can diminish his effectiveness as a warrior.

Sample post:

The lone dark blue jet with the distinctive saffron-coloured wings and tail was going in circles around the perimeter of Mount St Helens for what seemed to be hours. Only those who knew of the Decepticon presence on the internal of the mountain though could tell the jet for what it really was - the seeker specialist of scare tactics known as Dirge.

The Decepticons told several stories about Dirge, all of them concluding to the inescapable fact that the dark blue seeker was not a mechanism to mess around with. For starters, Dirge didn’t talk – he shrieked. Even when he conversed with other Decepticons, his vocal processors emitted a sound so pitched and so absurd that gave even the most courageous Transformers the creeps. And when battle was about to commence, Dirge would simply walk over the base, his faceplate as dark as night with only two bright crimson orbs sparkling in the darkness, and murmur unintelligible phrases with that high-pitched voice of his, always something about fear. And then, as the Seekers would rise in the air, he would fly solemnly by their squadrons, his engine producing such a low toned but creepy monotone of a melody that most Decepticons would beg to be shot down than have to keep flying next to Dirge – if only they could only bring themselves to admit it. Giggling over these thoughts, Dirge kept flying around the base; soon, he thought, his time out here would come to its end and he could return and enjoy some well deserved rest at the base…

Transform2009 wrote:Name: Blitzwing
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-Group: Triplechangers
Function: Ground & Air Commando
Weapons: Robot: Electron-Scimitar and Gyro-blaster rifle; Jet: Heat-seeking Concussion Missiles; Tank: Track-Mounted Cannon that fires explosive shells to 3.5 miles.
Alt-Mode: MiG-25 Fighter Jet, Mitsubishi Type-74 Assault Tank.
Special Abilities: Triplechanger
Height: 31ft / 9,45m
Quote: "Destroy first, think later."

Tech Specs

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

Profile: Battle loving Blitzwing has a cruel sense of humor, he is loud-mouthed, belligerent, and brash. A fierce warrior known more for his strength and abilities than his intelligence. He finds pleasure in confusing his enemies by transforming in mid-attack. With the lightning quickness in which he can change his foes are rarely ever prepared to engage him. His favorite attack is to use his jet mode to strafe land-bound Autobots and smash down after transforming in mid air to land as a Tank to finish them off with his powerful energy mortar. . In robot mode, he prefers to use his electron scimitar to fight foes one on one. Especially since this hardly ever fails to defeat a foe or bemuse Blitzwing. His twisted sense of humor lends him to find humor in things that harm others, laughing at fellow’s miseries.


Abilities: His ability as Triple Changer to rapidly transform makes him one of the most dangerous Decepticons, As a jet fighter, Blitzwing can fly at mach 2.7 with a range of 1500 miles. He carries heat-seeking concussion missiles. As a tank, he can traverse most terrain, however rugged, and can achieve a speed of 28 mph. His track-mounted cannon fires an explosive shell 3.5 miles that can level a 5-story brick building. In robot mode he uses an electron scimitar which can short-circuit any electrical device with a touch of its blade, and a gyro-blaster rifle, which disrupts the sense of balance of anyone it hits for 30 minutes.


Weaknesses: Blitzwing sometimes gets his circuits scrambled, which results in him getting stuck in mid-transformation between forms. Also his cruel sense of humor sometimes distracts him from what is going on.

Sample For Interaction:

Blitzwing had been tasked with masquerading his presence while conducting an investigation of human combat capabilities. This led him to travel through the are of Fort Jackson, intending to study the combat readiness of the United States Army. The massive tank rotated its cannons upon entrance into the base and Blitzwing began scanning the area. He considered the entire human race, weak and insignificant to the grand scheme of ruling Cybertron.

Upon a careful routine check of the base, Blitzwing was then stopped at the northern gate, which stated that he needed security clearance in order to access the Armory, where he planned to study the construction of armored assault vehicles. Upon utter silence, the post contacted command, alerting them of the unauthorized access. Blitzwing responded by firing an explosive round that shattered the communications tower. A rush of fire danced across the satellite array, followed by a puff of smoke and it was left in rubble.

Blitzwing activated his engines and drove in reverse while firing concentrated explosive shells into the structures of the base. A number of buildings where decimated while fires began to sprout from the nearby refueling station. The front gate was blasted open, allowing Blitzwing to travel onto the central highway in order to escape, however; a strike team was ordered to peruse the unknown armored tank. A barrage of Ah-64D air-to-surface missiles struck the ground around him and managed to upend him. “How amusing, but its time I ended this little game.” Blitzwing exclaimed while lying on his side.

The three modified Apache Attack Helicopters moved in, believing the victim was immobilized. “Let me show you what Blitzwing can really do.” Blitzwing muttered to himself as he transformed into MiG-25 fighter and blasted from the ground straight into the horizon. Blitzwing caused a sonic boom that sent several humans flying recklessly through the air to their deaths. With a speed unmatched the MiG-25 had already managed to come within firing range. A number of heat-seeking missiles where launched at all three targets, the result was an epic explosion over the horizon. Blitzwing made one final pass, glancing down tot he wreckage. “Mission complete, human resistance is laughable at best, returning to base.” Blitzing uttered as he blasted off from the scene.

Blitzwing made his approach towards the barren desert; he transformed in mid-flight into a massive robot that wielded an Electron-Scimitar that pulsed with energy. In his left hand, a Gyro-Blaster Rifle that was capable of destroying the toughest resistance. He glanced over the desert, where he often came to reflect on the situation within the Decepticons, it allowed him to see the plots and manipulations at hand while he remained outside their influence.

Approved. Have him arrive at the battle to help the wounded.

Roadbuster wrote:Not certain if you're planning on bringing in Prowl yet but I figured I'd give it another try with a new sample post.

Name: Prowl
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Military Strategist and Analyst
Alt mode: Ford Mustang GT with Police Modifications
Height: 25 ft/7.6m
Weapons: Laser-guided Incendiary Missiles, semi-automatic acid pellet rifle.
Quote: “Logic is the only Weapon”

Stats: (will go with any recommended adjustments)
Strength: 07
Intelligence: 09
Dexterity: 06
Speed: 07
Endurance: 09
Courage: 09
Firepower: 04
Accuracy: 06
Melee: 05
Tech Skill: 07
Charisma: 07
Rank: 07

Bio: He is quiet, competent, and very loyal, but perhaps his most valuable trait is his almost endless patience. Once Prowl is assigned a task, he will keep at it until it is accomplished. He works with proven facts, not imagination or guesses. If he has any doubts, he will radio Optimus Prime, his commander, before proceeding. He hates doubts in any form, and he strives to make everything he encounters reasonable and logical. He believes it only when he can explain it. On a personal level he is friendly, but not too sociable. He's a listener, not a talker, unless someone says something unreasonable. Then he will demand an explanation.

Prowl will keep at a task for as long as it takes. Strives to find reason and logic in everything. A listener, not a talker. Has most sophisticated logic center of all Autobots. Able to analyze and advise on complex combat situations almost instantaneously. He fires wire-guided missiles and high-corrosive acid pellets. The unexpected can often scramble his circuits.
Abilities: Prowl has the most sophisticated logic center of all the Autobots, giving him the ability to analyze any combat situation almost instantaneously and then advise on the optimal course of action. For example, Prowl can observe 800 moving objects, compute their probable paths of movement, and determine the proper countermove in .05 seconds. From his shoulder cannons he can shoot wire-guided incendiary missiles that reach temperatures of 12,000 degrees Centigrade upon explosion. He also carries a semi-automatic rifle that shoots pellets filled with a highly corrosive acid. Its range is 300 yards.
Weaknesses: His dedication to logic and reason makes Prowl particularly vulnerable to the unexpected. Irrational and inexplicable situations can really scramble his circuits, sometimes to the point of total shutdown of his mechano-cortex center, leaving him temporarily dysfunctional.

Sample Post:

Prowl sat quietly, staring at the holographic image of the Decepticons fortress at Mt. Sait Helens, quietly and thoroughly looking for any possible weakness to exploit for Optimus Prime’s planned raid on the base. He often questions why they would raid it rather than simply destroy it. Every Autobot knew that a simple raid would make the Decepticons refortify, making it near impossible. No! He couldn’t think that. The moment he started doubting the idea, he wouldn’t be able to come up with an effective strategy.

He heard Cliffjumper and Brawn passing by, trading war stories but paid no heed to them, he had a job to do. He did wish they would take some more time to better themselves as fighters. In his mind, he questioned how more effective they would be if Autobots constantly tried to better themselves. Then again, he knew trying to answer that question was pointless as that was not the reality. He needed to focus on what was in front of him. He always hated playing “what if” scenarios. They were pointless. What mattered was the reality.

He played back a simulation. The Dinobots and more durable Autobots were in the front with some of the smaller Autobots confusing the perimeter defense and Prime in the middle. While putting Prime up front was a possibility, he wasn’t about to risk Prime being taken out by heavy oncoming turrent fire that would most likely be targeted at him, especialy early in the attack. However, his problem wasn’t so much the perimeter defense, but the fact that climbing the mountain to get to the hangar left them open to attack by Starscream and the jets. And he knew only too well how many had fallen to Starscreams firepower. Some of them were his own friends and once or twice he had been hit, but was fortunate a medic was near. The issue was the lack of an effective air force or anti-aerial artillery as most of their available forces were land-based robots. The simulation completed with the main group making it no further than the second line and downed by aerial assault.

The door hissed and a familiar robot entered the room. “How are things proceeding, Prowl?” said Optimus Prime as he approached the terminal. Prowl replays the simulation. “I’ve been trying to work with several plans using what factors we do have to work with in such an attack. The problem is not the automated defenses of the base. It’s the fact we’re a shooting gallery going up that open mountain. All possibilities have ended up with us being shot down by Seeker fire.” he said. He then shrugged “We just don’t have an effective means of dog-fighting or anti-aerial firepower.” Prowl says he’s considering another approach vector from the opposite side of the mountain where the defense is lighter.” He points out that the hangar-side of the mountain is more guarded.

Optimus looks at the image. “What if we considered a holographic camouflage using Hounds holographic gun.” Prowl rubs his chin for a moment and then begins typing in the factors. He plays back a similar scenario to the one before but the seekers aren’t firing, despite the sensors detecting them. It is only when they’re close that the Seekers pick them up and each one of them is blasted away by a dot registering Megatron. He smirked. The results were better. Something he wouldn’t have considered given he was not a creative thinker like Optimus, a quality he occasionally envied. Optimus looked at his strategist with optimism.

Prowl smirked “I’ll keep at it.” he told his leader.

Prime nodded and moved away. He turned to Prowl and said “This operation will take some time to plan but I want to make sure we get no lower than a 98.99% chance of success and wiht a means of escape should the 1.01% happen. Hopefully by then, more Autobots will be available for us to make an effective assault.” Prowl nodded with the hint of a sligth smirk on his face. He at least felt like a weight had been lifted form his shoulders. He decided to save the file for now and get to work on another strategy which was more immanent and saved the file. He'd work on the new approach vector later.

I made a couple of changes to the tech specs. Consider him Approved. Start him at the battle ready to help with the wounded.

Transform2009 wrote:Blaster

Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Communications
Alt. Mode: AM/FM Stereo Cassette Player.
Weapons: Electro Scrambler Gun.
Height: 33ft / 10.07m
Quote: "When the music is rockin, I'm rollin."


Strength: 8
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 2
Endurance: 8
Courage: 9
Firepower: 7
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 8
Charisma: 10
Rank: 7

Profile: Blaster likes to turn it up loud. That goes for the way he does everything: fighting, talking, playing- living! If Blaster is involved, he makes his presence known. He is in the forefront of any situation. But aside from the things he normally does in the course of being an Autobot, he has a special passion: Rock 'n' Roll. His ability to monitor radio transmissions has exposed him to many earthen musical styles, all of which he finds interesting. But it is rock music- good, hard and loud- that really sparks his circuits. He'd much rather be lost in the sound of a searing guitar solo than fight Decepticons. However, when called upon he will do what he must for the Autobot cause, albeit reluctantly at times. As Blaster likes to point out, "I hate changing channels in mid-song."

Abilities: As AM/FM stereo cassette player, Blaster can perform as a deck plus receive radio signals of all frequencies with power outputs as low as 1/1,000,000 watts. Blaster acts as an Autobot communication center that can transmit up to 4,000 miles away. Blaster is able to eject Mini-Cassettes from his tape deck. These Mini-cassettes are faithful to their long time friend Blaster. From his deck he can produce, Eject, Ramhorn, Rewind, Steeljaw, Grandslam, and Raindance. In robot form he carries an electro-scrambler gun, which emits powerful waves of electromagnetic energy that disrupt the operations of all but the most heavily shielded electrical devices. In theory, the gun should interfere with the minute electrical impulses of the human nervous system, but Blaster has never used the gun on a human.

Weaknesses: Blaster's most obvious weakness is for rock 'n' roll. He will walk unwittingly into a trap for the promise of hearing some new tunes. Radio static has the effect of hampering his operation and even, if strong enough, knocking him out completely.

Sample Interaction

“Coming to you live from Planet Earth, this is your one and only twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, no stop till you drop, Autobot 94-FM, featuring your loving host, Blaster!” The lights flashed red on what appeared to be an AM/FM stereo cassette player that featured red Autobot insignias. Blaster was able to transmit up to 4,000 miles away, using his 1,000,000-output signal to transfer his radio signals. When not sending and receiving encoded messages, he was generally blasting away to a new tune.

Finding his evening to be lonesome, the cassette decked opened and Blaster ejected a Mini-Cassette named Rewind. “Get down Rewind!” Blaster commanded as he intensified the volume through his speakers. “Hold on Rewind, two can play.” He suggested as ejected Eject from his tape deck. “Yeah, that’s what I am saying, you hear me Eject?” Blaster pronounced while the pair of Mini-Cassette Autobots performed a number of dexterous moves, dancing to the beats that Blaster produced. The doors opened and Blaster lowered the music. “Uh oh. We gonna get yelled out again. Shhh.” Blaster instructed the much smaller Mini-Cassettes while his deck opened. The Mini-Cassettes transformed back into cassette form and hopped into Blasters chest.

Blaster realized that it was only his friend Perceptor, who had heard the music down the hall and decided to socialize with Blaster. “Hey Perceptor! What’s shaking? Other than my speakers.” He said in greeting as he transformed into his towering robot form. “Need you to run a diagnostic on my transmitter, I think I fried a circuit jamming out this morning.” Blaster said. “Don’t look at me like that Perceptor, you know how I roll with morning 94-AM.” He said before Perceptor could even say a world. “Well I suppose I have time to run a quick diagnostic on your transmitter, any word from Ultra Magnus?” Perceptor said placing his hands on his robotic hips. “Nah, it’s been quiet all morning, can’t help but think something is amiss with all the Decepticon activity in the area.” Blaster said.

“You seen Ramhorn or Steeljaw around? I let them out over an hour ago and then been bugging out ever since.” Blaster said while bringing a hand to his chin to ponder where he had last left the two at. “No can’t say that I have, hopefully they aren’t being aggressive like last time. You remember when they ransacked my laboratory?” Perceptor asked in return. “Don’t sweat any energon over it Perceptor, they were just playing that’s all. Hey, I made them return all the parts they stole along with a formal apology.” Blaster admitted to their guilt in the part. “Cut them some slack man, there full of spunk hanging out with me all day.” Blaster said.

Perceptor considered for a moment. “Well they did seem sincere, even with you loitering over them while they apologized. Hopefully, they will return with little damage or it makes my job a little more complex.” Perceptor said in response. In the near distance, the pair of Autobots heard a loud crash, followed by feral sounding growls. “Oh snap, speak of the devil!” Blaster said as the pair rushed in the direction of the noise.

[OOC] - I am going for (1) Decepticon and (1) Autobot after reviewing the site and noticing most players, play a number of characters. If the two I submitted are acceptable.

Approved, but I just want you to know that if you want to change his alt mode you can. Also I want you realize that you also need to NPC the four main cassettes. The sample felt a little cartoony, but we felt you did get Blaster's characterization, just keep the continuity in mind when posting with him.

primusprime22 wrote:Name: Ironhide
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Security
Alt. mode: Nissan Onebox Cherry Vanette
Weapons: 2 cybertronian pistols
Special Abilities: Ironhide's skin is made of a trithyllium-steel alloy impregnated with irradiated carbon fibers, giving him immunity to most forms of artillery and electromagnetic attacks. He is the most nearly invulnerable of the Autobots.

He also has sonar, radar, and a radiowave detector.

Height: about 20ft
Quote: "high tech circuitry is no replacement to guts"

STRENGTH: 7.0
INTELLIGENCE: 7.0
DEXTERITY:
SPEED: 3.0
ENDURANCE: 9.0
COURAGE: 10.0
FIREPOWER: 7.0
ACCURACY: 4.0
MELEE: 5.0
TECH SKILL: 2.0
CHARISMA: 6.0
RANK:

Profile: "Go chew on a microchip," is Ironhide's calling card. Never the sort who likes to be told what to do, he prefers action to words. He refers to what he considers excessive talking as "leaking lubricant." He's the oldest Autobot, probably the toughest, most battle-tested and certainly the orneriest. Due to his defensive capabilities, he is usually in charge of safekeeping anything or anyone of importance, and sort of acts as Commander Optimus Prime's personal bodyguard. His gruff exterior hides his kind inner soul; his concern for the protection of life, whether mechanical or biochemical, extends to the lowliest gasketroid or smallest sparrow.

Abilities: top speed and range without external fuel tanks:1.0 effects of Ironhide's weapons: small explosion

Weaknesses: Ironhide is the slowest Autobot. Due to his advanced years, he breaks down the most. His presence breeds dissension among some of the younger, less compassionate Autobots who consider him an antiquated old heap whose contributions do not outweigh his liabilities. Optimus Prime does not share their view.

Sample Post: Ironhide was the only one at Autobot headquarters due to the fact that all Autobots left to do battle with the decepticons, who were striking Colorado. Ironhide wish he was in the fight, but even when he hates it, he always follows Prime's command. click! primes voice was on the comlink! "Ironhide, we need backup! get here as fast as you can!" Ironhide geared up and then transformed. by the time he got there, the battle was over.

Got a fair number of problems with this one, the biggest ones being the short abilities and sample post sections. You also neglected to give him a dexterity score. I think you should look at other applications that have been approved to get a better idea of what we are looking for.

Sparviero wrote:I was afraid that would be so... How about this one?

Dirge

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Tetra jet / (Earth) Heavily modified air superiority fighter of Earthern design
Weapons: Machine guns, Heat-seeking missiles
Special Abilities: Fear engine
Height: 31 ft / 9,46 m
Quote: "Fear is the element that unites all losers."

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

Profile: Long before the civil war on Cybertron broke out, Dirge was a miner like thousand other Transformers, forced to work so that the Transformer race and Cybertron’s way of life could be sustained with the harvested energy. Although the work was hard and the breaks from the strenuous task few and far apart, Dirge had come to terms with his place in the general scheme of things. When the work was done for the day, he would gather with the rest of the miner bots and arrange fighting matches as a way to blow off some steam and improve his strength and dexterity, desperately needed skills for a long life at the mines.

With automation rendering the miner bots a liability to progress, Dirge was left without a job and no other way to obtain one. Desperate to make a living, he was ultimately hinted towards Kaon’s underground where several of the once miners had fled to. Reaching Kaon, Dirge entered the gladiatorial matches exploiting his previous experience on combat. It was during these fights that Dirge discovered his talent for battle and causing fear to his opponents. Gaining experience and skill with each new fight, he eventually gave more attention to creating a reputation as a fearsome warrior, implementing battle preparation rituals that unleashed a sensation of dread to his watching opponents. Dirge also assumed a more solemn and morose demeanour, understanding the importance of appearance for the instilment and manipulation of fear. Being a very intelligent bot, he schooled himself in the arts of warfare and fear for many years and thus obtained a deep understanding of the causes of fear and its benefits, discovering a way to create sub-sonic vibrations from his engine that could crush the resolve of even the most experienced and strongest opponents. It was during his gladiatorial years that Dirge found out about Megatron, and the eager warrior was deeply impressed by Megatron’s power and charisma to the point of blind admiration. Even to this day, Dirge is as fanatically loyal to Megatron and an obsessive believer of the Decepticon cause as he was millennia ago.

Immediately joining the newly formed Decepticons, Dirge was present in the original skirmishes with the Autobots, when they tried to limit Megatron’s influence over Kaon, and found that he was strong, speedy and an enduring warrior. Over the fights, Dirge also got a reputation for superlative marksmanship as well as efficient hand-to-hand combat ability when the situation called for it. Indisputably, his best moment was during the massacre of Kaon’s senate at the orders of Megatron, when a very compliant and cooperative Starscream tricked the Senators to a hearing that ended in a fiery destruction of Kaon’s finest bots. On the subsequent fighting on the streets of Kaon for supremacy over the city-state, Dirge used his extensive knowledge of fear to demoralize the opponents and managed to terminate many an Autobot soldier by using his sub-vibrating engines and shrieking shouts.

So the Great War begun and kept going on for millennia and Dirge fought wherever Megatron ordered the Decepticons to attack or defend. With Cybertron’s ecological desolation though, it was clear that the Decepticons would have to take refuge and continue the war across the stars. It was due these circumstances that Dirge arrived at Earth, following the infiltration unit lead by Starscream in the Decepticons’ effort to harvest the abundant energy of the blue planet and revive their desolated home.

Abilities: Subject is able to cause a fear reaction in nearby opponents by internally generating sub-sonic vibrations that affect most beings' nervous systems. Only the strongest-willed are able to resist. This ability is most effective in his jet mode, where his powerful engines have the same effect on a much wider scale. Like his fellow Decepticon jet fighters, Dirge can attain speeds of up to 3000 mph and more. He carries a variety of missiles and two high-velocity machine gun.

Weaknesses: If the subject feels like he is losing control of a combat situation, his own fear can diminish his effectiveness as a warrior.

Sample post:

The lone dark blue jet with the distinctive saffron-coloured wings and tail was going in circles around the perimeter of Mount St Helens for what seemed to be hours. Only those who knew of the Decepticon presence on the internal of the mountain though could tell the jet for what it really was - the seeker specialist of scare tactics known as Dirge.

The Decepticons told several stories about Dirge, all of them concluding to the inescapable fact that the dark blue seeker was not a mechanism to mess around with. For starters, Dirge didn’t talk – he shrieked. Even when he conversed with other Decepticons, his vocal processors emitted a sound so pitched and so absurd that gave even the most courageous Transformers the creeps. And when battle was about to commence, Dirge would simply walk over the base, his faceplate as dark as night with only two bright crimson orbs sparkling in the darkness, and murmur unintelligible phrases with that high-pitched voice of his, always something about fear. And then, as the Seekers would rise in the air, he would fly solemnly by their squadrons, his engine producing such a low toned but creepy monotone of a melody that most Decepticons would beg to be shot down than have to keep flying next to Dirge – if only they could only bring themselves to admit it. Giggling over these thoughts, Dirge kept flying around the base; soon, he thought, his time out here would come to its end and he could return and enjoy some well deserved rest at the base…

I really like what you have here. It just needs a couple of little things and it will be good to go. Lets bring the endurance down to 6 and courage to 4. Also, I like the history you have for him but that section could also use a bit more on his personality. Maybe throw in a paragraph on his personality, thoughts, attitude, etc. Do that and he should be good to go.

Alrighty, here's Dirge along with the amendments requested:

Dirge

Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Tetra jet / (Earth) Heavily modified air superiority fighter of Earthern design
Weapons: Machine guns, Heat-seeking missiles
Special Abilities: Fear engine
Height: 31 ft / 9,46 m
Quote: "Fear is the element that unites all losers."

Strength: 07
Intelligence: 08
Dexterity: 09
Speed: 09
Endurance: 06
Courage: 04
Firepower: 08
Accuracy: 09
Melee: 07
Tech Skill: 07
Charisma: 08
Rank:

Profile: Long before the civil war on Cybertron broke out, Dirge was a miner like thousand other Transformers, forced to work so that the Transformer race and Cybertron’s way of life could be sustained with the harvested energy. Although the work was hard and the breaks from the strenuous task few and far apart, Dirge had come to terms with his place in the general scheme of things. When the work was done for the day, he would gather with the rest of the miner bots and arrange fighting matches as a way to blow off some steam and improve his strength and dexterity, desperately needed skills for a long life at the mines.

With automation rendering the miner bots a liability to progress, Dirge was left without a job and no other way to obtain one. Desperate to make a living, he was ultimately hinted towards Kaon’s underground where several of the once miners had fled to. Reaching Kaon, Dirge entered the gladiatorial matches exploiting his previous experience on combat. It was during these fights that Dirge discovered his talent for battle and causing fear to his opponents. Gaining experience and skill with each new fight, he eventually gave more attention to creating a reputation as a fearsome warrior, implementing battle preparation rituals that unleashed a sensation of dread to his watching opponents. Dirge also assumed a more solemn and morose demeanour, understanding the importance of appearance for the instilment and manipulation of fear. Being a very intelligent bot, he schooled himself in the arts of warfare and fear for many years and thus obtained a deep understanding of the causes of fear and its benefits, discovering a way to create sub-sonic vibrations from his engine that could crush the resolve of even the most experienced and strongest opponents.

It was during his gladiatorial years that Dirge found out about Megatron, and the eager warrior was deeply impressed by Megatron’s power and charisma to the point of blind admiration. Even to this day, Dirge is as fanatically loyal to Megatron and an obsessive believer of the Decepticon cause as he was millennia ago. Immediately joining the newly formed Decepticons, Dirge was present in the original skirmishes with the Autobots, when they tried to limit Megatron’s influence over Kaon, and found that he was strong, speedy and an enduring warrior. Over the fights, Dirge also got a reputation for superlative marksmanship as well as efficient hand-to-hand combat ability when the situation called for it. Indisputably, his best moment was during the massacre of Kaon’s senate at the orders of Megatron, when a very compliant and cooperative Starscream tricked the Senators to a hearing that ended in a fiery destruction of Kaon’s finest bots. On the subsequent fighting on the streets of Kaon for supremacy over the city-state, Dirge used his extensive knowledge of fear to demoralize the opponents and managed to terminate many an Autobot soldier by using his sub-vibrating engines and shrieking shouts.

So the Great War begun and kept going on for millennia and Dirge fought wherever Megatron ordered the Decepticons to attack or defend. With Cybertron’s ecological desolation though, it was clear that the Decepticons would have to take refuge and continue the war across the stars. It was due these circumstances that Dirge arrived at Earth, following the infiltration unit lead by Starscream in the Decepticons’ effort to harvest the abundant energy of the blue planet and revive their desolated home.

Character: In general, Dirge is a morose and mournful presence in the Decepticon base, making his way around in absolute silence. He always keeps his engines turned on so that he can cultivate an atmosphere of fear among those of his comrades who are brave enough to sit around and hear them do their work. Before battle commences, Dirge makes sure that his comrades witness his battle rituals and mental preparations in order to instil awe and fear on them – he knows that the Decepticons will feel both relieved and inspired when Dirge takes the field, whom they know they can rely on to break the enemies’ spine. Dirge knows all too well that battles are won or lost way before the actual warriors take the field – he relies on his reputation to take him through the difficulties of battle. However, his need to instil fear in others is the way Dirge came to control his own overwhelming situation: deep down, Dirge tends to fall victim to paralyzing fear, zeroing his effectiveness as a warrior. Dirge’s courage only drives him through as long as he feels that he’s on top of the situation; a sudden reinforcement, an unexpected blast or an opponent unaffected by his scare tactics may send him cowering back to Decepticon base, abandoning friends and objectives in his haste to make his escape.

Of all the Decepticon Seekers, Dirge is more close to the other two coneheads, Ramjet and Thrust, despite their bravado attitude, because they make him feel that much more secure on the air: with Ramjet crushing on the enemy fliers and Thrust reinforcing with his own ill-conceived fear generating antics, Dirge remains relatively safe from pain while he pulls his tricks on the hapless Autobots.

Abilities: Subject is able to cause a fear reaction in nearby opponents by internally generating sub-sonic vibrations that affect most beings' nervous systems. Only the strongest-willed are able to resist. This ability is most effective in his jet mode, where his powerful engines have the same effect on a much wider scale. Like his fellow Decepticon jet fighters, Dirge can attain speeds of up to 3000 mph and more. He carries a variety of missiles and two high-velocity machine gun.

Weaknesses: If the subject feels like he is losing control of a combat situation, his own fear can diminish his effectiveness as a warrior.

Sample post:

The lone dark blue jet with the distinctive saffron-coloured wings and tail was going in circles around the perimeter of Mount St Helens for what seemed to be hours. Only those who knew of the Decepticon presence on the internal of the mountain though could tell the jet for what it really was - the seeker specialist of scare tactics known as Dirge.

The Decepticons told several stories about Dirge, all of them concluding to the inescapable fact that the dark blue seeker was not a mechanism to mess around with. For starters, Dirge didn’t talk – he shrieked. Even when he conversed with other Decepticons, his vocal processors emitted a sound so pitched and so absurd that gave even the most courageous Transformers the creeps. And when battle was about to commence, Dirge would simply walk over the base, his faceplate as dark as night with only two bright crimson orbs sparkling in the darkness, and murmur unintelligible phrases with that high-pitched voice of his, always something about fear. And then, as the Seekers would rise in the air, he would fly solemnly by their squadrons, his engine producing such a low toned but creepy monotone of a melody that most Decepticons would beg to be shot down than have to keep flying next to Dirge – if only they could only bring themselves to admit it. Giggling over these thoughts, Dirge kept flying around the base; soon, he thought, his time out here would come to its end and he could return and enjoy some well deserved rest at the base…

Name: Ironhide
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Security
Alt. mode: Nissan Onebox Cherry Vanette
Weapons: 2 cybertronian pistols
Special Abilities: Ironhide's skin is made of a trithyllium-steel alloy impregnated with irradiated carbon fibers, giving him immunity to most forms of artillery and electromagnetic attacks. He is the most nearly invulnerable of the Autobots.

He also has sonar, radar, and a radiowave detector.

Height: about 20ft
Quote: "high tech circuitry is no replacement to guts"

STRENGTH: 7.0
INTELLIGENCE: 7.0
DEXTERITY:3.0
SPEED: 3.0
ENDURANCE: 9.0
COURAGE: 10.0
FIREPOWER: 7.0
ACCURACY: 4.0
MELEE: 5.0
TECH SKILL: 2.0
CHARISMA: 6.0
RANK:

Profile: "Go chew on a microchip," is Ironhide's calling card. Never the sort who likes to be told what to do, he prefers action to words. He refers to what he considers excessive talking as "leaking lubricant." He's the oldest Autobot, probably the toughest, most battle-tested and certainly the orneriest. Due to his defensive capabilities, he is usually in charge of safekeeping anything or anyone of importance, and sort of acts as Commander Optimus Prime's personal bodyguard. His gruff exterior hides his kind inner soul; his concern for the protection of life, whether mechanical or biochemical, extends to the lowliest gasketroid or smallest sparrow.

Abilities: top speed and range without external fuel tanks:1.0 effects of Ironhide's weapons: small explosion. he has a cannon he can mount on his back, and tends to let his rage out on decepticons.Ironhide knows no boundaries, and can walk straight into enemy lines if Prime tells him to.

Weaknesses: Ironhide is the slowest Autobot. Due to his advanced years, he breaks down the most. His presence breeds dissension among some of the younger, less compassionate Autobots who consider him an antiquated old heap whose contributions do not outweigh his liabilities. Optimus Prime does not share their view.

Sample Post: Ironhide was the only one at Autobot headquarters due to the fact that all Autobots left to do battle with the decepticons, who were striking Colorado. Ironhide wished he was in the fight, but even when he hates it, he always follows Prime's command. click! primes voice was on the comlink! "Ironhide, we need backup! get here as fast as you can!" "I can't get their that fast, and who will watch the base?" Prime was desperate, and was firm in his order. Ironhide grabbed his weapons and left base. when he got out, Skywarp attacked! Ironhide got his cannon fully loaded before, in the base. he was always prepared. blam! with one pull of the trigger, he shot at nothing, for skywarp dodged, went behind him, and fired the nullray at his back. before Ironhide could react, he was on the ground. skywarp entered the open door and began downloading autobot files.Ironhide slowly got up.skywarp, if you destroy copy, or implant anything, it will be all over for you! Ironhide limped in the base, and saw skywarp reading HIS file. "well old man, you have lots of weaknesses, I should not worry about you." and he aimed his nullray at Ironhide. blast! while that blabbering oaf was giving his speech, ironhide pulled out his cannon and fired.

he later disposed of skywarps body, putting it in the waste pile. "he needed to shut up anyway."

oops, sorry... found out someone already had Ironhide.

man, I'm on a role here! my plan B!

Name: Red Alert

Allegiance: Autobots

Function: Security Director

Alt. mode:1977 Lamborghini Countach LP500S fire chief car

Weapons: Particle Beam Rifle

Special Abilities: Great Hearing, strong firepower, Very Intelligent.

Height: about 30'

Quote: "caution can never be overused"

Strength: 5.0

Intelligence:7.0

Dexterity: 9.0

Speed: 3.0

Endurance: 5.0

Courage: 7.0

Firepower: 7.0

Accuracy: 6.0

Melee: 5.0

Tech Skill: 8.0

Charisma: 5.0

Rank:

Profile: Paranoia is the character trait that makes Red Alert as good as he is at his job. Nothing escapes his notice- a whiff of smoke, a whisper of crackling electricity, a faint scent of fuel exhaust. Anything, no matter how small, that triggers his sensory circuitry directs his thoughts immediately to the expectation of trouble. Most of his comrades find his edgy, driven nature unwelcome presence among their ranks, but they all appreciate his dedication to his duty. "He may have a few wires crossed in his logic center," says Inferno, "but at least his optical sensors are looking straight ahead."

Abilities:Red Alert can trigger an electronic alarm on each of his fellow Autobots. His sensory perception is excellent. His visual acuity is such that he can pinpoint a 2 cm microchip at 1200 feet. He can hear a pin drop- at a distance of 1.4 miles! And his olfactory module can detect odors as weak as 2 parts per million. In vehicular mode he is among the fastest of the Autobots. In robot mode he carries a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher that has a 25-mile range, and a high-energy particle beam rifle. He can go 3mph without external fuel tanks. His Hollomater Avatar is a Fire Fighter (to be exact, black hair, a black moustache, dark eyes, red and yellow fire coat, yellow fire hat.)

Weakness:Red Alert's paranoia and nervousness make him susceptible to rash judgments. Consequently, his actions can be injurious to both himself and his fellow Autobots, if he's not careful.

Sample Post: Red Alert was pacing up and down near a cage-like box. in it was the plasma energy chamber key. if a decepticon got his hands on this, it will be the end of earth... and cybertron! he then heard a foot step."AHHHHH! DECEPTICONS!" yelled red alert as he fired at anything he saw. Inferno had to come in to calm him down and assured him that there was no decepticon. once he left, a decepticon jumped out and attacked red alert. red alert fired his weapon at the cons shoulder, which hurt the decepticons shoulder badly. he fell over and red alert stared in horror at the damaged body. a few silent seconds went by, and then red alert yelled at the top of his vocal processor "INFERNOOOO!" When Inferno entered he said "what in the name of primus are you.." then he saw the hurt decepticon. "see! you lied! you said there were no decepticons!" Red alert scolded "well I stand corrected" said Inferno, leaving to tell prime

No Sigs in RPG forums please - Devastron

Curious... I noticed applications for cannon characters that have been approved here but are not on the Roister for Cannon Characters. Could there be a clarification & updated on what's taken and available? Please?

~Lady B

Here's my application.

Name: Hubcap

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Communications

Alt. Mode: Porsche 924 Turbo

Weapons: Laser Pistol

Height: Unknown (I can't find it)

Quote: "Weapons can win battles, but words can win wars

STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 3
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 1
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 4
RANK:

Profile: Has everybody's friendship, nobody's trust. Affable, witty, generous, charming, but a con artist. Living proof of the Cybertronian adage, "You can't tell an Autobot by its finish." Head module equipment receives AM and FM radio, shortwave, UHF, and VHF television signals as weak as .000001 watts.

Abilities: Maximum speed of 90mph, range: 1000 miles

Weaknesses: No one can trust him.

Sample Post: Hubcap sat down in his quarters, smiling. As he grabbed out his portable computer, Jazz walked by and waved. Hubcap waved back, then returned to his computer.
He typed: Jazz walked by my room earlier today with a dent in his chest. Must've been in a rough battle. I'll find out about it and report back later.
He stood and put down the computer, shut it, and ran out the door.
"Hey Jazz!" he called. "Where did you get that dent?"
"Well, I'll tell you," Jazz replied. "I was out on patrol today..."
The whole time Jazz spoke, Hubcap was mentally writing these things down. It would be great for his blog.

Name: Inferno

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Search And Rescue

Alt. Mode: Fire Engine

Weapons: Fire Hose, Foam shooter

Special Abilities: Can do everything Fire trucks can do in vehicle mode, Can withstand great heat

Height:

Quote:"where there is smoke, there's me"


Strength:9.0

Intelligence:6.0

Dexterity:6.0

Speed:4.0

Endurance:8.0

Courage:9.0

Firepower:6.0

Accuracy:5.0

Melee:9.0

Tech Skill:7.0

Charisma:5.0

Rank:

Profile:"The hotter things get, the better I like it!" When Inferno says this, he's not merely referring to fires. His love for combat increases with its intensity as well, a fact appreciated by both friend and foe alike. Although his primary role is search and rescue, performing it usually takes him into the heat of battle where he is often distracted into participating. If Optimus Prime has any complaint about Inferno, it's that he doesn't stick to his assigned task. But that's because he wants to do too much, not too little, and Optimus can't really complain about that.

Abilities:In vehicular mode, Inferno has all the capabilities of a normal Earth fire truck. In robot mode, Inferno's strength is among the greatest of the Autobots. His ceramic-plated armored skin makes him resistant to temperatures of up to 8000 C. His extinguisher rifle not only shoots a stream of flame-suppressing foam, but can also stop beams of various types of electromagnetic radiation with its own energy-damping beam. By detaching his hands, he can use his forearms to launch short-range surface-to-air missiles.he can go at level 2
in speed without external fuel tanks, and his hollomater avatar looks like a 40 year old man wearing a red shirt and black pants.
Weakness:

Sample Post:as the fire on the ark grew unbearable, and even his friend red alert couldn't stop it, Inferno had to stop it."i need more water!" he said. huffer came with all the material he needed. then megatron and the decepticons came and attacked. Inferno forgot his duty, and joined the fight. taking out 16 Decepticons,Inferno was one of the reasons they one. he also was responsible for the melted down Ark...