by Stone Reborn » Fri Jul 24, 2009 5:06 pm
Arcee
Allegiance: Autobot.
Function: Warrior.
Alt. mode: A Pink and White, Open Top, C4 Corvette Convertible.
Weapons: Electrical Disperser Rifle, Electro Sabre.
Height: 28ft / 8.54m
Quote: “Looks are always deceiving“
Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 8
Endurance: 5
Courage: 8
Firepower: 6
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 9
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma: 7
Rank: 7
Profile: Arcee is a Fembot of contradictions. Whilst kind, loyal and entirely dedicated to the well being of her friends she is also utterly merciless and entirely ruthless towards her enemies, the Decepticons. The shift in personality is seamless and, during the course of battle, can and will switch between one and the other without warning.
As an Autobot, you could not ask for a better and more trustworthy friend, as a Decepticon, at least you can be thankful for a swift death. She is not inherently malicious, nor violent, in nature, and would in fact be thankful if war ended tomorrow, but so long as the Decepticons remain hell bent of distributing their brand of genocide, Arcee is all to willing to return the favour.
During times of peace Arcee is often a morale officer within the Autobot ranks, helping those around her cope with the trials of a war torn world. Whilst understanding and often willing to listen Arcee is also extremely opinionated and isn’t afraid to state what she believes in, always offering reasons to back it up.
In the past Arcee, due to her more delicate frame in comparison to her male based counterparts, has often been underestimated and her value to the war effort easily dismissed. It is these perceptions she has, in recent years, cast off through example, and now, she never intends for her efforts to be so easily dismissed again.
Not by her colleagues and most certainly not by the Decepticons.
Abilities: Through first hand experince on the battlefield, and driven by a desire too prove herself too her larger fellow Autobots, Arcee has rounded out into an versitile Warrior. As both an accomplished Marksmen, and skilled in close combat, Arcee has forged herself into a valueble asset in any conflict.
Arcees armour is relatively light, even in comparison to the average Autobot. In trade she is exceptionally agile, enabling her avoid enemy firepower rather than absorb it. She considers this a satisfactory state of affairs; after all, it is far better than to not get shot in the first place.
As a Light Speeder Arcee can reach speeds of up too 290 MPH.
In terms of weaponry Arcee is armed with a Rifle that discharges and focused electrical bolt of energy with pin point accuracy. Also in her inventory she carries a finely crafted sabre. Whilst obviously acting as a bladed weapon the Sabre also carries an electrical charge of its own, allowing an additional extra punch against opponents with thicker armour.
Human Avatar: A young woman in her early twenties, with her blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. Her usual attire consists of a pink t-shirt, along with a denim jacket and jeans.
Weaknesses: Arcee‘s frame is relatively fragile and, if caught in a crossfire can not, and will not, sustain much damage.
Sample Post:
Orbital Bounce Platform
Arcee had often wondered how the Humans managed too survive, how they managed too prosper even, with such limited memory capacity. As much as the natives of this world fascinated her, their vast array of cultures and beliefs, their continued perseverance over massive odds, their capacity for compassion and kindness, she couldn’t help but notice the many drawbacks too their biological design. She couldn’t quite understand how they were able to function effectively when most of them couldn’t even clearly remember the events of one day too the next.
But then, on days like today, at times like now, she understood entirely that ones memory did not entirely depend on ones design.
She could barely remember anything from the last hour or so. Battle was like that, especially conflicts fought with such intensity and at such close quarters. It was a blur, thousands of split second decisions and heartbeat choices all blending together into an almost unfathomable mass. Instinct played its part, more so than most would admit, the decisions you made built on past experience, on gut reaction, rather than careful planning.
It was intense, it was blinding in its fury, every moment a single mistake from oblivion.
At the time it was all so crystal clear, afterwards, in the moments she re-materialised upon the Orbital Platform alongside her comrades, it was like it had happened too someone else. It was as though she hadn’t been there, and instead, as the pink tinted Fem shuffled through her recent memories like photo shots from an album, she almost had too remind herself that she had.
Arcee clutched her own shoulder as the brief moment disorientation passed, the pain that sparked from the exposed wiring more than enough too clarify her thoughts in the here and now. She wasn’t the only one who was injured, several of her comrades, her friends, were in much worse condition than she was.
Her injury was painful, yes, but also largely superficial. She could ignore, she would ignore it, until she was satisfied that the others were not in more dire need. Her natural impulse was too help them, holstering her weapons and already offering a hand in aid, that is, until, a single memory hit her with horrifying clarity.
“Hot Rod…”
She barely whispered, knowing full well that he wasn’t there too hear his name. The Slagmaker, Megatron, had savagely unleashed what could very well have been a mortal blow, the sickening Tyrant had left him too die.
There was nothing she could have done about it then, but there was something she could do about it now.
A intense moment of worry, concern, and yes, even fear crossed her features for an Autobot she often seemed too be at odds with, before a rapid shifting of gears and folding plates transformed her feminine form into that of a sleek corvette.
Arcee didn’t wait another moment, her engine roaring into life as she sped through the corridors, ignoring the protocols of safety as she sped towards the Medical Wing.
. I'll try to find other way to entertain myself before I make any big risks.
[ Click to attempt signal recovery... ]
