Name: Quickslinger
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Sharpshooter
Alt. Mode:
Lykan HyperSportWeapons: Dual Laser Pistols, Ionic Shotgun
Special Abilities: Microscopic Internal Targeting System
Height: 27 feet/8.23 meters
Quote:
"Find someone on Cybertron that shoots better than I, it may be hard."Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 6
Endurance: 5
Courage: 6
Firepower: 6
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 5
Rank:
Profile: Quickslinger from protoform stage knew she wanted to be the best gun on Cybertron. She trained herself to shoot and shed her previous name in favor for one that better suited her preferred profession. Soon, in her little village she lived in, she was the best. She decided that she just had to continue to prove her skill, moving to Iacon to show off there. Not being any jobs worth her while, she took to the streets as a vigilante. When the war broke out, she joined up with the Autobots, figuring she could show off her skills on the front lines and still use them in a good way. Quickslinger is cocky and loves to show off, which at times puts her at odds with other Autobots. She believes in Optimus Prime's freedom for all, but would prefer to have those she helps know that
she deserves the credit for what she has done. Even with her desire to be given due attention for what she does, Quickslinger would never step over the line of taking credit for others' work. She just wants others to know what in particular she is good at and what good she's done. What's so wrong with that?
Abilities: Quickslinger claims she is the best sharpshooter for a reason, her quick draw and ability to accurately hit a target is unmatched by most normal soldiers. She's quick to her pistols which are holstered to her hips. Her Ionic shotgun sprays where she's aiming with ionized energy pellets, weakening the systems of those that are impacted by sending ionic overloads into them.
Her secret weapon is her Microscopic Internal Multi-targeting System. With this, she's able to select multiple targets with microscopic precision, whether these targets are multiple bots or multiple spots on a single bot. This system sends a firing pattern to Quickslinger's mental processor, telling her exactly where to aim and what firing pattern to use.
Weaknesses: She's extraordinarily cocky, to the point of overconfidence. Her bragging nature may make her difficult to be around. She has been known to shoot out her weapons' energies. Also, her Microscopic Internal Multi-targeting System decreases at ranges beyond fifteen yards and her close-up skills are merely "okay", making her more of a liability than a help in a hand to hand fight.
The MIMS also has a limit of seven different targets and takes a couple of seconds to lock all sights on a particular bullseye, calculate a firing pattern, and send this info to her processor. This makes her either rely on skill to shoot in a split second situation or shoot wildly without direction if she was banking on her targeting system at that moment to take control.
Sample Post: Quickslinger and her partner laid flat against the building. Around the corner was the enemy squad. Five 'Cons, five targets. They had their backs turned away from wall, not seeing Quickslinger peek around to report this.
"Alright, I'll run over to the other building across the way and hide behind the wall," Quickslinger told her partner. "We can cause a little diversion and catch them in a crossfire."
"How? The odds aren't very balanced."
Quickslinger grinned. "Too bad for them." She checked her weapons, before turning around. "Make sure your weapons are ready to go hot." Before her partner could reply, she cocked hers and ran swiftly across the street.
He tried calling out after Quickslinger, but he didn't succeed in getting her attention. He did, however, get the attention of two of the Decepticons. One whispered something to the squad commander before gesturing to the other 'Con to follow. Both soldiers slowly and carefully walked down the street towards the alley Quickslinger's partner was hiding in.
Once they got into Quickslinger's vision, she mentally had her systems lock four crosshairs on the targets, one for each of their heads and in the center of each one's back. Within a second of her crosshairs locking in red, her hands went down to whip out her pistols, hitting each point she targeted upon firing. Both fell to the ground. She grinned as she looked over to her trembling partner, mouthing out "You're welcome."
Her attention immediately turned to around the corner where the other three targets were approaching. Quickslinger sighed and jumped into the street, turning off her autotargeting and firing on her own. Three targets hit, but only one enough to go down. The other ones dove for cover as Quickslinger continued to fire. After a couple more seconds and her pistols overheated. She made a break for her partner's cover point as the Decepticons returned fire.
"Well, I got one and injured the others," Quickslinger glared at her partner. "By myself, I may add. You're very much welcome." She holstered her pistols, thinking.
Her partner spoke up. "We should wait to they stop firing. They may get stupid and check around the corner."
Quickslinger grinned. "And we'll be waiting with guns ready to fire." She reached around to her back and grabbed her shotgun, while her partner got ready to fire his weapon. They soon heard the gun fire stop.
"Shhh..." Quickslinger's partner whispered out.
She turned briefly to glare at him before return her attention to the faint sound of metallic stepping. She checked to make sure her shotgun was ready to fire. The first 'Con pokes his head around the corner.
BANG! Quickslinger saw full force of the pellets plow into the Decepticon's face. He feel to the ground, if not killed by the blast, now for sure blinded, deaf, and mute as the charge of the weapon's payload overloaded these systems.
The other 'Con stepped back as Quickslinger rounded the corner, blasting away. Two or three shots it took before they caused him to go down. She turned to her partner again. "Once again, I did all the work."
He frowned, pointing to the holes in her armor she was now becoming aware of, causing her to fall to the ground. "Ow."
He sighed. "Team 2 to base. Requesting medvac."