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Slip~Stream wrote:Hi,

this character was previously entered by me a while ago unfortunately I couldn’t play due to bereavement. I am now ready able and willing to play. Sorry I couldn’t remember my previous login details to use my old account. I made the character using MTMTE as a reference so I hope its ok.

Slipstream

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Scout
Alt. mode: Cybertonian Race Car
Weapons: Electro Disruptor Pistol
Height: 22ft / 6.7m
Quote: "Doesn’t matter where you finish, all that matters is that you race"

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Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 9
Endurance: 5
Courage: 8
Firepower: 3
Accuracy: 2
Melee: 4
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 6
Rank:


Profile: Slipstream joined the Autobot cause after the war signalled the end of organised sports, ending with it the up and coming racing career of “Rookie of the vorn” Slipstream, who was just about to enter into his first pro season.. With the close of his beloved sport the humble and idealistic young bot decided to apply his expert driving skills to the Autobot cause. Optimistic and highly dedicated he has proved a valuable addition to the Autobot’s. Slipstream cannot wait for the war to end and for organised sports to reinstated, until then he daydreams about what may be.

Abilities: Slipstream is one of the best drivers within the Autobot forces capable of dazzling feats of offensive and defensive driving and possesses nerves of steel. In vehicle mode subject can shift from stationary to 60 mph almost instantaneously and can reach a top speed of 410 mph. He posses slightly above average strength and dexterity.

Weaknesses: Having received only basic training he is a sub par close combatant when compared to any dedicated combat personnel. His aim is terrible and he possesses no aptitude for ranged combat a cause for much mirth among his fellow Autobot’s. As a high performance racer Slipstream is tuned for high performance and thus has a higher energon requirement and needs more regular maintenance than many other transformers to operate at peak performance.

You're going to have to add a sample post before we even look at your application.

Time to apply for my first 'Bot.

Name: Hot Spot
Allegiance: Autobot
Subgroup: Protectobots
Function: Protectobot Leader
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Rescue hovercraft, (Earth) Mitsubishi Fuso Fire Truck
Weapons: Fireball Cannon, lasers, Water Canon
Height: 33ft / 10.05m
Quote: "The hotter it is, the better I like it."


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

Profile: Hot Spot likes to be where the action is. Whether he's trying to put out a fire or win a war, as long as he's surrounded by a swirl of movement he's happy. He fights with a fluid instinctiveness that seemingly overrides any carefully measured analysis within his logic circuitry. His leadership is charismatic and inspiring; the other Protectobots can't help but perform beyond their abilities when in his company. However sometimes they have difficulty keeping up with his non-stop pace. His philosophy is to be maximally operational every moment of his life. Or, as he likes to phrase it, "There are always junkyards for those who rust!"

Abilities: In his fire truck mode, Hot Spot can travel at 90 mph and has a range of 600 miles. His hose line can shoot streams of high-pressure water (and other non-corrosive fluids, such as oil and alcohol) an effective distance of 1200 feet. In robot mode, he possesses incredible strength: he can press 60,000 pounds. He uses a fireball cannon, which can shoot bursts of 2000 degrees Fahrenheit blue flame a distance of 1.5 miles. A special vanadium-steel alloy shields him from temperatures of up to 5000 degrees Fahrenheit. He combines with his fellow Protectobots to form the giant robot known as Defensor.

Weaknesses: Hot Spot's ladder sometimes jams, locking into position when extended. His fireball cannon often backfires, releasing large amounts of the flammable liquid that powers it. Hot Spot himself is invulnerable to the liquid's effects, but the liquid can cause considerable fire-damage to anything around him.

Holomatter Avatar: Hot Spot's avatar physically depicts a man in his early thirties with a well-built frame; his broad shoulders in particular. He has blue eyes, blonde hair – wearing a slightly untidy brush cut – and sports light facial stubble. He wears a white firefighter work shirt, black denim jeans and black firefighter boots.

Sample Post:

By the time the Protectobots had reached the perimeters of Rypax, the Autobot combiner team collectively recoiled at the horrifically devastated visage of the once prospering city. The youthful yet promising city still stood – if barely – though totally exposed to the unceasing onslaught. Fragmented, it wreathed in bright orange flames – glowing minaciously, flickering savagely. Bearing witness to the unrelenting carnage the Decepticons had accursedly induced, no doubt, Hot Spot took a brief moment to poise himself, to allow a few nanokliks of respite for his mind before deciding on the appropriate course of action regarding their unsparing task ahead.

Overwhelmed, the Protectobots stood in silence, their sparks slowly corrupting with the same, shared emotion of raw hatred. The values and ideas the Decepticons so immorally embraced presented an antithetical view to that of Hot Spot and his comrades. The Decepticons, absorbed by the notion of galactic conquest, served a selfish and destructive purpose – by plundering worlds, rendering them desolate, and obliterating all means of life – whereas the Protectobots endeavoured to protect and preserve life at any cost necessary, no matter how significant the hostile threat. True enough, the Autobots embodied the very same virtues, but to Hot Spot, he and his team personally represented these noble qualities, altering them into an exclusive set of obligations that he and his group would always selflessly adhere to.

The assault had been an enormous one; their brief silence acknowledged that. But the time had come to act, to fulfil their obligations.

Hot Spot averted his optics from the falling city and onto his fellow Protectobots. “Alright, guys, listen up!” the assault seemed to have provoked the fire engine positively, his voice sounding amply vigorous – though, naturally, it was rather a personal constant for Hot Spot. “Blades, Streetwise, I want you two to provide support for the air and ground forces, respectively.”

“You got it, chief,” Streetwise responded briskly, a smooth pitch apparent in his vocaliser.

The fire engine cast another reluctant glance in the city's direction, his optics narrowing slightly at its fiery dispersion. From what Hot Spot could view – from his vantage point – was that the Autobots' aerial forces, surprisingly, seemed to be battling quite well, quite equally with the Decepticon Seekers up in the smoke-filled sky. The ground forces, however, weren't being afforded such respectable terms. They looked to be considerably outnumbered, and on the grim verge of defeat. And on top of that, there were those portentous flames roaring so vividly, so ferociously – appearing to be in a more threatening arrangement. They needed to be dealt with promptly, also.

Hot Spot couldn't help but feel an incredibly rapid rush of eagerness voraciously envelop him. He knew there were an abundance of urgent matters that demanded their unwavering attention; each was just as crucial as the last. Like an electrical shock, a tingling sensation surged through his bulky frame, the subsequent jolts aggravating his barely-suppressed need to mobilise into action. Hot Spot had to act. And soon.

The Protectobot leader snapped his attention back to Blades and Streetwise, regaining his impressive composure. “The ground forces have their hands full, so they're in dire need of support.” Hot Spot peered at Blades specifically. “Blades,” he said. “Slight change of plans. I want you to help Streetwise and myself in bolstering the ground forces – they really don't look like they're going to last for much longer.” The red and white Autobot's demeanour grew aflame with jubilation. “But if the aerial units appear to be in trouble, then I'll need you to get your chassis up there stat to back them up. Is that understood?”

“Now you're talking my language!” Blades replied, evidently appreciative at his leader's instructions. The rough-and-tumble Protectobot relished at the thought of close combat; it was where he viciously flourished, in his own opinion. Following his mirthful response, Blades clenched his fists – shaking mildly – and a dark, more profound tone replaced his pleased reaction. “I'm gonna tear every last one of those filthy rust buckets apart...”

“Groove,” Hot Spot began with a touch of sternness, hoping to amass the scout's relaxed heed. “Your job will be to contain these fires. Prioritise by regarding the state of the building and the severity of the blaze. Oh, and don't worry. I'll be watching your back for any 'Cons foolish enough to attack you,” Hot Spot gestured towards his formidable fireball cannon. “I'll give you a hand as soon as I can, too.”

“No problem,” the motorcycle said almost casually.

Last but certainly not least, Hot Spot shifted, and focused his influential gaze upon First Aid. “Now since we'll be handling the physical aspect of things, First Aid, I want you to recover and assist any wounded you may come across. If possible, try to locate a safe and secure location for your wounded, as it would be ideal.” He placed a reassuring hand gently on the medic's shoulder. “That way, you'll be able to work your magic uninterrupted,” the fire engine explained serenely, cajoling the compassionate Autobot with earnest honesty.

“I'll do my best, Hot Spot...” First Aid gave, his visor glistening in appreciation.

Hot Spot gave a thoughtful nod before addressing his entire team; turning his powerful frame to directly face his comrades. “Alright, crew!” the fire engine's opening words blazed ardently with invigorated zest. The four Protectobots stiffened slightly, their morale rising fervently due to their leader's elated speech. “Look sharp! There are fires to extinguish, wounded 'Bots in need of medical attention, 'Cons to kick the slag out of; the list goes on. So without any further idleness... Protectobots, transform!” The newly incarnated enthusiasm instilled by their inspiring leader was plainly evident. Their transformations were crisp, vitalised, and positioned in the general direction of Rypax. “Let's rock and roll!”

NOTE: Rypax is a small 'Bot city somewhere on Cybetron. I just made it up for the sole purpose of being used in my sample post. Nothing else.

Plaything wrote:Time to apply for my first 'Bot.

Name: Hot Spot
Allegiance: Autobot
Subgroup: Protectobots
Function: Protectobot Leader
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Rescue hovercraft, (Earth) Mitsubishi Fuso Fire Truck
Weapons: Fireball Cannon, lasers, Water Canon
Height: 33ft / 10.05m
Quote: "The hotter it is, the better I like it."


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

Profile: Hot Spot likes to be where the action is. Whether he's trying to put out a fire or win a war, as long as he's surrounded by a swirl of movement he's happy. He fights with a fluid instinctiveness that seemingly overrides any carefully measured analysis within his logic circuitry. His leadership is charismatic and inspiring; the other Protectobots can't help but perform beyond their abilities when in his company. However sometimes they have difficulty keeping up with his non-stop pace. His philosophy is to be maximally operational every moment of his life. Or, as he likes to phrase it, "There are always junkyards for those who rust!"

Abilities: In his fire truck mode, Hot Spot can travel at 90 mph and has a range of 600 miles. His hose line can shoot streams of high-pressure water (and other non-corrosive fluids, such as oil and alcohol) an effective distance of 1200 feet. In robot mode, he possesses incredible strength: he can press 60,000 pounds. He uses a fireball cannon, which can shoot bursts of 2000 degrees Fahrenheit blue flame a distance of 1.5 miles. A special vanadium-steel alloy shields him from temperatures of up to 5000 degrees Fahrenheit. He combines with his fellow Protectobots to form the giant robot known as Defensor.

Weaknesses: Hot Spot's ladder sometimes jams, locking into position when extended. His fireball cannon often backfires, releasing large amounts of the flammable liquid that powers it. Hot Spot himself is invulnerable to the liquid's effects, but the liquid can cause considerable fire-damage to anything around him.

Holomatter Avatar: Hot Spot's avatar physically depicts a man in his early thirties with a well-built frame; his broad shoulders in particular. He has blue eyes, blonde hair – wearing a slightly untidy brush cut – and sports light facial stubble. He wears a white firefighter work shirt, black denim jeans and black firefighter boots.

Sample Post:

By the time the Protectobots had reached the perimeters of Rypax, the Autobot combiner team collectively recoiled at the horrifically devastated visage of the once prospering city. The youthful yet promising city still stood – if barely – though totally exposed to the unceasing onslaught. Fragmented, it wreathed in bright orange flames – glowing minaciously, flickering savagely. Bearing witness to the unrelenting carnage the Decepticons had accursedly induced, no doubt, Hot Spot took a brief moment to poise himself, to allow a few nanokliks of respite for his mind before deciding on the appropriate course of action regarding their unsparing task ahead.

Overwhelmed, the Protectobots stood in silence, their sparks slowly corrupting with the same, shared emotion of raw hatred. The values and ideas the Decepticons so immorally embraced presented an antithetical view to that of Hot Spot and his comrades. The Decepticons, absorbed by the notion of galactic conquest, served a selfish and destructive purpose – by plundering worlds, rendering them desolate, and obliterating all means of life – whereas the Protectobots endeavoured to protect and preserve life at any cost necessary, no matter how significant the hostile threat. True enough, the Autobots embodied the very same virtues, but to Hot Spot, he and his team personally represented these noble qualities, altering them into an exclusive set of obligations that he and his group would always selflessly adhere to.

The assault had been an enormous one; their brief silence acknowledged that. But the time had come to act, to fulfil their obligations.

Hot Spot averted his optics from the falling city and onto his fellow Protectobots. “Alright, guys, listen up!” the assault seemed to have provoked the fire engine positively, his voice sounding amply vigorous – though, naturally, it was rather a personal constant for Hot Spot. “Blades, Streetwise, I want you two to provide support for the air and ground forces, respectively.”

“You got it, chief,” Streetwise responded briskly, a smooth pitch apparent in his vocaliser.

The fire engine cast another reluctant glance in the city's direction, his optics narrowing slightly at its fiery dispersion. From what Hot Spot could view – from his vantage point – was that the Autobots' aerial forces, surprisingly, seemed to be battling quite well, quite equally with the Decepticon Seekers up in the smoke-filled sky. The ground forces, however, weren't being afforded such respectable terms. They looked to be considerably outnumbered, and on the grim verge of defeat. And on top of that, there were those portentous flames roaring so vividly, so ferociously – appearing to be in a more threatening arrangement. They needed to be dealt with promptly, also.

Hot Spot couldn't help but feel an incredibly rapid rush of eagerness voraciously envelop him. He knew there were an abundance of urgent matters that demanded their unwavering attention; each was just as crucial as the last. Like an electrical shock, a tingling sensation surged through his bulky frame, the subsequent jolts aggravating his barely-suppressed need to mobilise into action. Hot Spot had to act. And soon.

The Protectobot leader snapped his attention back to Blades and Streetwise, regaining his impressive composure. “The ground forces have their hands full, so they're in dire need of support.” Hot Spot peered at Blades specifically. “Blades,” he said. “Slight change of plans. I want you to help Streetwise and myself in bolstering the ground forces – they really don't look like they're going to last for much longer.” The red and white Autobot's demeanour grew aflame with jubilation. “But if the aerial units appear to be in trouble, then I'll need you to get your chassis up there stat to back them up. Is that understood?”

“Now you're talking my language!” Blades replied, evidently appreciative at his leader's instructions. The rough-and-tumble Protectobot relished at the thought of close combat; it was where he viciously flourished, in his own opinion. Following his mirthful response, Blades clenched his fists – shaking mildly – and a dark, more profound tone replaced his pleased reaction. “I'm gonna tear every last one of those filthy rust buckets apart...”

“Groove,” Hot Spot began with a touch of sternness, hoping to amass the scout's relaxed heed. “Your job will be to contain these fires. Prioritise by regarding the state of the building and the severity of the blaze. Oh, and don't worry. I'll be watching your back for any 'Cons foolish enough to attack you,” Hot Spot gestured towards his formidable fireball cannon. “I'll give you a hand as soon as I can, too.”

“No problem,” the motorcycle said almost casually.

Last but certainly not least, Hot Spot shifted, and focused his influential gaze upon First Aid. “Now since we'll be handling the physical aspect of things, First Aid, I want you to recover and assist any wounded you may come across. If possible, try to locate a safe and secure location for your wounded, as it would be ideal.” He placed a reassuring hand gently on the medic's shoulder. “That way, you'll be able to work your magic uninterrupted,” the fire engine explained serenely, cajoling the compassionate Autobot with earnest honesty.

“I'll do my best, Hot Spot...” First Aid gave, his visor glistening in appreciation.

Hot Spot gave a thoughtful nod before addressing his entire team; turning his powerful frame to directly face his comrades. “Alright, crew!” the fire engine's opening words blazed ardently with invigorated zest. The four Protectobots stiffened slightly, their morale rising fervently due to their leader's elated speech. “Look sharp! There are fires to extinguish, wounded 'Bots in need of medical attention, 'Cons to kick the slag out of; the list goes on. So without any further idleness... Protectobots, transform!” The newly incarnated enthusiasm instilled by their inspiring leader was plainly evident. Their transformations were crisp, vitalised, and positioned in the general direction of Rypax. “Let's rock and roll!”

NOTE: Rypax is a small 'Bot city somewhere on Cybetron. I just made it up for the sole purpose of being used in my sample post. Nothing else.

Drop his Tech Skill down one and he's approved. He can start on Earth in the autobot base. Just remember that he isn't actually a combiner in the game, the tech doesn't exist at this time.

Not a problem, Dev.

Name: Hot Spot
Allegiance: Autobot
Subgroup: Protectobots
Function: Protectobot Leader
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Rescue hovercraft, (Earth) Mitsubishi Fuso Fire Truck
Weapons: Fireball Cannon, lasers, Water Canon
Height: 33ft / 10.05m
Quote: "The hotter it is, the better I like it."


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

Profile: Hot Spot likes to be where the action is. Whether he's trying to put out a fire or win a war, as long as he's surrounded by a swirl of movement he's happy. He fights with a fluid instinctiveness that seemingly overrides any carefully measured analysis within his logic circuitry. His leadership is charismatic and inspiring; the other Protectobots can't help but perform beyond their abilities when in his company. However sometimes they have difficulty keeping up with his non-stop pace. His philosophy is to be maximally operational every moment of his life. Or, as he likes to phrase it, "There are always junkyards for those who rust!"

Abilities: In his fire truck mode, Hot Spot can travel at 90 mph and has a range of 600 miles. His hose line can shoot streams of high-pressure water (and other non-corrosive fluids, such as oil and alcohol) an effective distance of 1200 feet. In robot mode, he possesses incredible strength: he can press 60,000 pounds. He uses a fireball cannon, which can shoot bursts of 2000 degrees Fahrenheit blue flame a distance of 1.5 miles. A special vanadium-steel alloy shields him from temperatures of up to 5000 degrees Fahrenheit. He combines with his fellow Protectobots to form the giant robot known as Defensor.

Weaknesses: Hot Spot's ladder sometimes jams, locking into position when extended. His fireball cannon often backfires, releasing large amounts of the flammable liquid that powers it. Hot Spot himself is invulnerable to the liquid's effects, but the liquid can cause considerable fire-damage to anything around him.

Holomatter Avatar: Hot Spot's avatar physically depicts a man in his early thirties with a well-built frame; his broad shoulders in particular. He has blue eyes, blonde hair – wearing a slightly untidy brush cut – and sports light facial stubble. He wears a white firefighter work shirt, black denim jeans and black firefighter boots.

Sample Post:

By the time the Protectobots had reached the perimeters of Rypax, the Autobot combiner team collectively recoiled at the horrifically devastated visage of the once prospering city. The youthful yet promising city still stood – if barely – though totally exposed to the unceasing onslaught. Fragmented, it wreathed in bright orange flames – glowing minaciously, flickering savagely. Bearing witness to the unrelenting carnage the Decepticons had accursedly induced, no doubt, Hot Spot took a brief moment to poise himself, to allow a few nanokliks of respite for his mind before deciding on the appropriate course of action regarding their unsparing task ahead.

Overwhelmed, the Protectobots stood in silence, their sparks slowly corrupting with the same, shared emotion of raw hatred. The values and ideas the Decepticons so immorally embraced presented an antithetical view to that of Hot Spot and his comrades. The Decepticons, absorbed by the notion of galactic conquest, served a selfish and destructive purpose – by plundering worlds, rendering them desolate, and obliterating all means of life – whereas the Protectobots endeavoured to protect and preserve life at any cost necessary, no matter how significant the hostile threat. True enough, the Autobots embodied the very same virtues, but to Hot Spot, he and his team personally represented these noble qualities, altering them into an exclusive set of obligations that he and his group would always selflessly adhere to.

The assault had been an enormous one; their brief silence acknowledged that. But the time had come to act, to fulfil their obligations.

Hot Spot averted his optics from the falling city and onto his fellow Protectobots. “Alright, guys, listen up!” the assault seemed to have provoked the fire engine positively, his voice sounding amply vigorous – though, naturally, it was rather a personal constant for Hot Spot. “Blades, Streetwise, I want you two to provide support for the air and ground forces, respectively.”

“You got it, chief,” Streetwise responded briskly, a smooth pitch apparent in his vocaliser.

The fire engine cast another reluctant glance in the city's direction, his optics narrowing slightly at its fiery dispersion. From what Hot Spot could view – from his vantage point – was that the Autobots' aerial forces, surprisingly, seemed to be battling quite well, quite equally with the Decepticon Seekers up in the smoke-filled sky. The ground forces, however, weren't being afforded such respectable terms. They looked to be considerably outnumbered, and on the grim verge of defeat. And on top of that, there were those portentous flames roaring so vividly, so ferociously – appearing to be in a more threatening arrangement. They needed to be dealt with promptly, also.

Hot Spot couldn't help but feel an incredibly rapid rush of eagerness voraciously envelop him. He knew there were an abundance of urgent matters that demanded their unwavering attention; each was just as crucial as the last. Like an electrical shock, a tingling sensation surged through his bulky frame, the subsequent jolts aggravating his barely-suppressed need to mobilise into action. Hot Spot had to act. And soon.

The Protectobot leader snapped his attention back to Blades and Streetwise, regaining his impressive composure. “The ground forces have their hands full, so they're in dire need of support.” Hot Spot peered at Blades specifically. “Blades,” he said. “Slight change of plans. I want you to help Streetwise and myself in bolstering the ground forces – they really don't look like they're going to last for much longer.” The red and white Autobot's demeanour grew aflame with jubilation. “But if the aerial units appear to be in trouble, then I'll need you to get your chassis up there stat to back them up. Is that understood?”

“Now you're talking my language!” Blades replied, evidently appreciative at his leader's instructions. The rough-and-tumble Protectobot relished at the thought of close combat; it was where he viciously flourished, in his own opinion. Following his mirthful response, Blades clenched his fists – shaking mildly – and a dark, more profound tone replaced his pleased reaction. “I'm gonna tear every last one of those filthy rust buckets apart...”

“Groove,” Hot Spot began with a touch of sternness, hoping to amass the scout's relaxed heed. “Your job will be to contain these fires. Prioritise by regarding the state of the building and the severity of the blaze. Oh, and don't worry. I'll be watching your back for any 'Cons foolish enough to attack you,” Hot Spot gestured towards his formidable fireball cannon. “I'll give you a hand as soon as I can, too.”

“No problem,” the motorcycle said almost casually.

Last but certainly not least, Hot Spot shifted, and focused his influential gaze upon First Aid. “Now since we'll be handling the physical aspect of things, First Aid, I want you to recover and assist any wounded you may come across. If possible, try to locate a safe and secure location for your wounded, as it would be ideal.” He placed a reassuring hand gently on the medic's shoulder. “That way, you'll be able to work your magic uninterrupted,” the fire engine explained serenely, cajoling the compassionate Autobot with earnest honesty.

“I'll do my best, Hot Spot...” First Aid gave, his visor glistening in appreciation.

Hot Spot gave a thoughtful nod before addressing his entire team; turning his powerful frame to directly face his comrades. “Alright, crew!” the fire engine's opening words blazed ardently with invigorated zest. The four Protectobots stiffened slightly, their morale rising fervently due to their leader's elated speech. “Look sharp! There are fires to extinguish, wounded 'Bots in need of medical attention, 'Cons to kick the slag out of; the list goes on. So without any further idleness... Protectobots, transform!” The newly incarnated enthusiasm instilled by their inspiring leader was plainly evident. Their transformations were crisp, vitalised, and positioned in the general direction of Rypax. “Let's rock and roll!”

With an opening for Screamer, how could I possibly resist? Oh, and Hot Spot's itching for approval. *Pokes mods with a stick*

Name: Starscream
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Seeker Commander
Alt. mode: F-22 Raptor
Weapons: Arm-mounted Laser Guns, Cluster Bombs
Special Abilities: Null rays
Height: 31ft / 9.5m
Quote: "Conquest is made of the ashes of one's enemies.“


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

Profile: Starscream makes no secret of his ambition to overthrow Megatron as Decepticon Leader. He is ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel. In that sense the two rivals are very much alike. But he has a vain side that clearly distinguishes him. He considers himself the most sophisticated and handsome of the Decepticons. He exudes a high-class, urbane air that provides a certain irony to his murderous tendencies. He looks down at Megatron for being antiquated in his military strategy. Starscream believes the Decepticons should rely more on guile and speed rather than brute, destructive force to defeat the Autobots.

Starscream displays a kaleidoscope of personality facets and emotional undercurrents of which he himself is not fully aware, but which are not entirely lost on his comrades. He can be arrogant, selfish, and single-mindedly ambitious, forever seeking to unseat Megatron and assume command himself - but his schemes always seem to backfire as though he were subconsciously sabotaging himself. He forges ahead with supreme confidence, and can display astonishing perseverance in the face of repeated setbacks, but then may trip over his own insecurities.

Acknowledged for his combat skills but otherwise often disdained by his comrades despite his constant scrabbling to gain respect, he isolates himself further in a bristling shield of psychological armor. He can waver in an instant from deathless courage in battle to desperate pleas for appeasement in response to an enraged Megatron, when he's stepped too far over the line. Megatron overlooks the potential threat Starscream represents for one very good reason: Starscream is very good at his job.

Abilities: Starscream is one of the fastest flyers of the Decepticons, Mach 5 being nothing more but a cruising speed for him. He can climb to sub-orbital altitudes of 52 miles and nose-dive down to near ground level in mere minutes. This makes him particularly effective in surprise attacks and hit-and-run actions. He can shoot cluster bombs a distance of 40 miles, each of which can level an area 10,000 feet square. His null-ray rifle can interrupt the flow of electricity in any circuitry it hits for periods of up to two minutes, effectively preventing the operation of many machines dependent on those circuits during that period.

Weaknesses: Starscream tends to overrates himself often, and finds himself in situations that are more than he can handle. His nose-dives often overload his gyro-circuitry leaving him disoriented briefly. But, overall, he is a very tough nut to crack.

Sample Post:

Starscream focused intently on one of the console's main screens, his optics gleaming noticeably at the information of which he was studying. He visually rummaged through several specific paragraphs and charts relating to the planet's sources of energy, robustly dissecting and absorbing each viewed block of text with an avid intensity. Upon completing his perusal, Starscream withdrew his somewhat hunched over position, settling more thoughtfully into the chair with his chin resting gently on the back of his knuckles; a wave of unqualified contemplation prevailing on the red and white Decepticon's features.

This diminutive mud ball--Earth, as it was more commonly known as--from what it seemed according to the intelligence gathered thus far, represented itself as a sublime candidate for the Infiltration Process--which was, in fact, nearing its insidious commencement. Starscream's trademark smirk equipped itself ever so naturally onto his face. This planet's potential had far exceeded his expectations, admittedly. The Seeker was satiated with measurable surprise and excitement as it certainly promoted a favourable development; it abounded with vast amounts of energy most beneficial for the replenishing cultivation of the Decepticon Empire. And more importantly, perhaps, Starscream himself.

But its potential didn't cease at the discovery of its enormous levels of untapped energy.

Starscream was perfectly aware of the deliciously grand opportunity Earth so openly proposed: leadership of the Decepticons. It was something the Air Commander had been voraciously seeking for such a long period of time. It had also been, at times, an incredibly overwhelming feeling--this ambition--often casting aside his rationality, and rather inflicting the red and white Seeker with the magnificent qualities that it so potently exhibited. Fortunately for Starscream, he had learned to control these dangerously random impulses. Or more appropriately, as much as his ego would let him.

This little planet, essentially, would aid him in obtaining his much-desired goal--an adhesive grip on the leadership position was almost certain to be the definitive outcome, provided he could manipulate the sources of energy to his personal advantage.

The problem, however, lay in the powerful, obstructing bulk that was the Decepticons' utterly ruthless and terrifying supreme leader, Megatron. At the mere thought of the barbarously blunt instrument of sorts, Starscream's facial characteristics distorted into a rebuking sneer, marked by his leader's highly questionable authoritative continuance. How a Decepticon such as Megatron, who advertised a bellicose cognition and favoured raucous and savage strategic movements constituted as an eligible prospect for supreme leader was beyond Starscream's cerebral processor. How far had the Decepticons advanced in their radical goal for galactic conquest, anyway? Not far enough, in the Air Commander's own sumptuous opinion. Things, however, were about to change, about to shift into Starscream's shrewd favour; he could sense it.

Though sturdy perseverance, and a high degree of controlled patience, Starscream believed that his time would come. That Megatron would critically falter, resulting in the Seeker's ascension into the sought after exalted position. Because after all, Starscream's ultimate ambition, his destiny was inevitable. A course, his course had been firmly plotted, and it would eventually conclude with the acquisition of the leadership position he so sorely craved for. Once again, the Seeker's customary smirk flashed smugly on his face, radiating a distinct confidence that he was all too familiar with.

Hot Spot and Starscream approved. Hot Spot can start on Earth at the Autobot base. Screamer was contacted by Megatron about the fuel raid.

Ultra Magnus
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: City Commander
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Car Carrier
Weapons: Heavy Laser Rifle, Arm-mounted Missile Launchers
Special Abilities: Apex Armor
Height: 36ft / 11.6m
Quote: "Consistency is victory."

Strength: 9
Intelligence: 9
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 6
Endurance: 10
Courage: 9
Firepower: 9
Accuracy: 9
Melee: 10
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 9
Rank: 9

Holomatter Avatar: A leftover from a previous assignment, Magnus’s avatar is a bald, green-skinned Nebulan male. He is dressed as a security officer.

Profile: Ultra Magnus is the brother of Optimus Prime. In the waning days of the Golden Age, Optimus was a humble archivist named Optronix, and Magnus was a soldier in the Autobot Security Force. While his brother was following in the footsteps of their maker, the Elder Alpha Trion, Magnus was the prize protégé of Sentinel Prime. He studied strategy and tactics, history, martial arts, and many other subjects at the feet of the Autobot leader. He was a natural; excelling in whatever his mentor chose to teach. There were whispers that Sentinel was grooming Magnus as his successor, but he paid them no heed.

Yet when Sentinel Prime fell to Megatron, it was not Ultra Magnus that was chosen. Optimus Prime became the new leader of the embattled Autobots. While as surprised as anyone else at Optronix’s elevation, Magnus supported his brother completely. He helped bring the Autobot Command around to the new Prime’s side. He performed valiantly at every turn, fulfilling the potential Sentinel Prime had seen in him. While a natural leader, it seemed he was content simply to serve.

The truth was more complicated. When Optimus was selected over him to lead, it was a confirmation of every doubt and fear Magnus had ever had. He was unworthy. Feeling sure he had no business leading, Ultra Magnus dedicated himself to simply being the best soldier in the Autobots. Let Optimus lead; he would see this war won, or die trying.

[From the Datatracks of Optimus Prime, Autobot Supreme Commander] Infinitely reliable, fair, and completely trustworthy, Ultra Magnus is an Autobot to whom I'd not only entrust my own life, but the lives of my soldiers as well. The problem is that while I offer that trust without hesitation, my brother continues to doubt his own abilities. He'd prefer to follow orders and work on a strictly tactical level - which he always does brilliantly, improvising things on the battlefield that the most skilled military planners could only dream of imitating. Magnus is instinctively a better leader than most who've groomed themselves for the role over a lifetime, and everyone who's ever served alongside him knows that...the only problem is convincing him to believe it, too.

Abilities: Magnus has incredible strength, endurance, and intelligence. He is an accomplished soldier, and tactician, not to mention a field commander without equal. He is considered one of the greatest masters of the ancient martial art of Diffusion. Magnus wears a suit of Apex Armor, among the finest ever produced. He is rarely seen without it. This armor is equipped with two missile launchers, each capable of hitting a target at a distance of 10 miles. Additionally, he wields a powerful laser rifle. They are all usable in both modes. In vehicular mode, he consists of two modules. Magnus himself becomes a white tractor unit capable of reaching speeds of nearly 200 miles per hour. His Apex Armor becomes a vehicle transport trailer capable of carrying several mid-sized vehicular Autobots.

Weaknesses: When he doesn't allow his self-doubt to cripple him, Magnus has no known weaknesses. He just needs to learn that those doubts are an indulgence he must sacrifice in order to truly lead.

Sample Post: Iacon Orbital Torus State- Autobase Command Center

Never one to stand idle, Ultra Magnus went to work on the command dais. He punched in his code and after a moment, the screen light up, displaying a command menu. He perused the available information.True, any data that might have been pilfered by their enemies had been purged when they had evacuated long ago. But he needed to make sure the command protocols were still in working order. No sense in them all putting so much work into restoring their headquarters just to have Shockwave waltz right in the front door.

The armor-clad officer nodded mutely in response to Wheeljack’s exuberant announcement. So it was true. The eccentric engineer had just confirmed it. Cybertron was healing. With a deep sigh, Magnus let himself really believe it for the first time. Until now, he’d been waiting for the catch. Part of him still was. But now, he let himself have some measure of hope. Not just hope for tomorrow, but for their world.

Yet he wondered…even if they rebuilt…even if they finally brought Megatron’s genocidal madness to an end…what then? They could never truly go back to the way things were before the war. They were different people than they had been so long ago. Was it possible that they had been at war so long that they had forgotten how to live without it? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But they had become who they’d needed to be to fight this war. Couldn’t they change once more to endure its ending?

He didn’t know. But he supposed it didn’t matter now. Peace was still a pipe dream at this point. Just as it had been for so long.

Shaking himself free of his reverie, the Commander focused on the data at hand. Like Wheeljack had said, it was limited. But it was more than they’d known a breem ago. As the various datastreams began to paint a sketchy picture of the situation, Magnus felt his introspective musings vanish as his mind turned to logistical concerns. Problem solving had always cleared his head. The important thing was today. They had a mission, and he aimed to see it done.

Ultra Magnus smiled at message from Arcee about the banner.

>>“Permission granted,”<< he replied gladly.

Tasbirk wrote:Ultra Magnus
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: City Commander
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Car Carrier
Weapons: Heavy Laser Rifle, Arm-mounted Missile Launchers
Special Abilities: Apex Armor
Height: 36ft / 11.6m
Quote: "Consistency is victory."

Strength: 9
Intelligence: 9
Dexterity: 7
Speed: 6
Endurance: 10
Courage: 9
Firepower: 9
Accuracy: 9
Melee: 10
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 9
Rank: 9

Holomatter Avatar: A leftover from a previous assignment, Magnus’s avatar is a bald, green-skinned Nebulan male. He is dressed as a security officer.

Profile: Ultra Magnus is the brother of Optimus Prime. In the waning days of the Golden Age, Optimus was a humble archivist named Optronix, and Magnus was a soldier in the Autobot Security Force. While his brother was following in the footsteps of their maker, the Elder Alpha Trion, Magnus was the prize protégé of Sentinel Prime. He studied strategy and tactics, history, martial arts, and many other subjects at the feet of the Autobot leader. He was a natural; excelling in whatever his mentor chose to teach. There were whispers that Sentinel was grooming Magnus as his successor, but he paid them no heed.

Yet when Sentinel Prime fell to Megatron, it was not Ultra Magnus that was chosen. Optimus Prime became the new leader of the embattled Autobots. While as surprised as anyone else at Optronix’s elevation, Magnus supported his brother completely. He helped bring the Autobot Command around to the new Prime’s side. He performed valiantly at every turn, fulfilling the potential Sentinel Prime had seen in him. While a natural leader, it seemed he was content simply to serve.

The truth was more complicated. When Optimus was selected over him to lead, it was a confirmation of every doubt and fear Magnus had ever had. He was unworthy. Feeling sure he had no business leading, Ultra Magnus dedicated himself to simply being the best soldier in the Autobots. Let Optimus lead; he would see this war won, or die trying.

[From the Datatracks of Optimus Prime, Autobot Supreme Commander] Infinitely reliable, fair, and completely trustworthy, Ultra Magnus is an Autobot to whom I'd not only entrust my own life, but the lives of my soldiers as well. The problem is that while I offer that trust without hesitation, my brother continues to doubt his own abilities. He'd prefer to follow orders and work on a strictly tactical level - which he always does brilliantly, improvising things on the battlefield that the most skilled military planners could only dream of imitating. Magnus is instinctively a better leader than most who've groomed themselves for the role over a lifetime, and everyone who's ever served alongside him knows that...the only problem is convincing him to believe it, too.

Abilities: Magnus has incredible strength, endurance, and intelligence. He is an accomplished soldier, and tactician, not to mention a field commander without equal. He is considered one of the greatest masters of the ancient martial art of Diffusion. Magnus wears a suit of Apex Armor, among the finest ever produced. He is rarely seen without it. This armor is equipped with two missile launchers, each capable of hitting a target at a distance of 10 miles. Additionally, he wields a powerful laser rifle. They are all usable in both modes. In vehicular mode, he consists of two modules. Magnus himself becomes a white tractor unit capable of reaching speeds of nearly 200 miles per hour. His Apex Armor becomes a vehicle transport trailer capable of carrying several mid-sized vehicular Autobots.

Weaknesses: When he doesn't allow his self-doubt to cripple him, Magnus has no known weaknesses. He just needs to learn that those doubts are an indulgence he must sacrifice in order to truly lead.

Sample Post: Iacon Orbital Torus State- Autobase Command Center

Never one to stand idle, Ultra Magnus went to work on the command dais. He punched in his code and after a moment, the screen light up, displaying a command menu. He perused the available information.True, any data that might have been pilfered by their enemies had been purged when they had evacuated long ago. But he needed to make sure the command protocols were still in working order. No sense in them all putting so much work into restoring their headquarters just to have Shockwave waltz right in the front door.

The armor-clad officer nodded mutely in response to Wheeljack’s exuberant announcement. So it was true. The eccentric engineer had just confirmed it. Cybertron was healing. With a deep sigh, Magnus let himself really believe it for the first time. Until now, he’d been waiting for the catch. Part of him still was. But now, he let himself have some measure of hope. Not just hope for tomorrow, but for their world.

Yet he wondered…even if they rebuilt…even if they finally brought Megatron’s genocidal madness to an end…what then? They could never truly go back to the way things were before the war. They were different people than they had been so long ago. Was it possible that they had been at war so long that they had forgotten how to live without it? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But they had become who they’d needed to be to fight this war. Couldn’t they change once more to endure its ending?

He didn’t know. But he supposed it didn’t matter now. Peace was still a pipe dream at this point. Just as it had been for so long.

Shaking himself free of his reverie, the Commander focused on the data at hand. Like Wheeljack had said, it was limited. But it was more than they’d known a breem ago. As the various datastreams began to paint a sketchy picture of the situation, Magnus felt his introspective musings vanish as his mind turned to logistical concerns. Problem solving had always cleared his head. The important thing was today. They had a mission, and he aimed to see it done.

Ultra Magnus smiled at message from Arcee about the banner.

>>“Permission granted,”<< he replied gladly.

Great to have you back man! Approved, start him in Iacon.

I always thought it would be interesting to play this guy, so here goes.

Hardhead

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Ground Assault
Alt. Mode: Stryker Armored Vehicle
Weapons: 2 Shatterblasters, 120mm Laser-guided Cannon
Height: 33ft./10m.
Quote: "It's either MY way - or NO way!"

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

Profile: Hardhead is a career soldier and a problem solver who gets things done hard and fast. To him, this means that he has no future once the war ends someday. Then he'll just be a walking reminder of it to be quietly done away with. In the meantime, the only way to get Hardhead to follow advice is to persuade him he came up with the idea himself. He knows only one way to do anything - his way. He's as stubborn as a Buick with a six year old battery on a cold winter's morning. He doesn't talk too much, but when he does he's usually brief and to the point, never sparing the emotions of others. Some would say he's businesslike, others would say rude. Soldiering is his life and on the battlefield, he's just as stubborn as anywhere else. Retreat is a dirty word to him. He'll fight until there's nothing left of his enemy... or himself for that matter.

Hardhead comes from a military background. However, before the war there were few threats and fewer battles. Most of his time was spent on guard duty, a job Hardhead grew to despise but put up with. However, when the Decepticon uprising began, Hardhead suddenly found himself right where he belonged. Under Optimus Prime's leadership, Hardhead has become significantly more confident in the Autobot way of doing things, appreciating Prime's understanding of the situation they find themselves in.

Abilities: In his armored vehicle mode, Hardhead has a maximum road speed of 155 mph. He's impervious to most armor-piercing artillery and is resistant to most thermal and electromagnetic beam weapons. His range is 450 miles. Mounted on top is a 120mm laser-guided cannon that shoots a variety of incendiary, sonic and explosive shells. In robot mode, he uses two shatterblasters, guns that shoot diamond-hard crystal shards that can shred a foot-thick steel wall with one burst. Furthermore, his vehicle mode exhaust gases can melt the finish of any vehicle or robot following too closely behind him.

Weaknesses: Although resistant to most exterior fire, Hardhead often suffers internal injuries from the recoil of his own weapons. His stubbornness has often been his downfall in many battles, often leading to battle plans being ruined and, whilst he has rarely been deactivated, has prevented his advancement into the higher echelons of the faction.

Holomatter Avatar: Hardhead's avatar is a human soldier wearing a camouflage army combat uniform.

Sample Post:

Hardhead sat silently in a far corner of the briefing room, listening intently to what Prime had to say about the upcoming mission. It was a rescue operation, one to be led by Prowl, the second-in-command of the Earth bound unit. That was fine with Hardhead just as long as Prowl let him do things his way. Hardhead was a career soldier and knew what had to be done to get the battle won. He wasn’t exactly the leader type, but he didn’t want to be told how to do his job either.

The other Autobots on the rescue team each asked their questions while Hardhead impatiently shifted in his chair. He was eager to get started and was not interested in the amateurish inquiries of the others. The more time they wasted the longer their captured comrade was in enemy hands, potentially giving up sensitive information that could compromise the Autobots’ position on this planet. Hardhead hadn’t been on this backwater world for very long, but he knew that it seemed to be important enough for the Deceptions to stake a claim here, especially with Megatron now present to oversee things. Earth had become a very important game piece in the overall conflict and it needed to be played with precision. Otherwise, the Decepticons could gain the upper hand in this war.

Once the briefing was over, Prowl approached Hardhead as they left for the orbital bounce platform. “I know you like to do things your way, Hardhead, but I can count on your cooperation out there, right?”

Hardhead glanced over at Prowl and cracked a smile. “I’m at your disposal. Just point me in the right direction and the job will get done.” My way, of course, Hardhead thought as the rescue team headed out on what would surely be a dangerous mission for all involved.

SmokescreenGT wrote:I always thought it would be interesting to play this guy, so here goes.

Hardhead

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Ground Assault
Alt. Mode: Stryker Armored Vehicle
Weapons: 2 Shatterblasters, 120mm Laser-guided Cannon
Height: 33ft./10m.
Quote: "It's either MY way - or NO way!"

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

Profile: Hardhead is a career soldier and a problem solver who gets things done hard and fast. To him, this means that he has no future once the war ends someday. Then he'll just be a walking reminder of it to be quietly done away with. In the meantime, the only way to get Hardhead to follow advice is to persuade him he came up with the idea himself. He knows only one way to do anything - his way. He's as stubborn as a Buick with a six year old battery on a cold winter's morning. He doesn't talk too much, but when he does he's usually brief and to the point, never sparing the emotions of others. Some would say he's businesslike, others would say rude. Soldiering is his life and on the battlefield, he's just as stubborn as anywhere else. Retreat is a dirty word to him. He'll fight until there's nothing left of his enemy... or himself for that matter.

Hardhead comes from a military background. However, before the war there were few threats and fewer battles. Most of his time was spent on guard duty, a job Hardhead grew to despise but put up with. However, when the Decepticon uprising began, Hardhead suddenly found himself right where he belonged. Under Optimus Prime's leadership, Hardhead has become significantly more confident in the Autobot way of doing things, appreciating Prime's understanding of the situation they find themselves in.

Abilities: In his armored vehicle mode, Hardhead has a maximum road speed of 155 mph. He's impervious to most armor-piercing artillery and is resistant to most thermal and electromagnetic beam weapons. His range is 450 miles. Mounted on top is a 120mm laser-guided cannon that shoots a variety of incendiary, sonic and explosive shells. In robot mode, he uses two shatterblasters, guns that shoot diamond-hard crystal shards that can shred a foot-thick steel wall with one burst. Furthermore, his vehicle mode exhaust gases can melt the finish of any vehicle or robot following too closely behind him.

Weaknesses: Although resistant to most exterior fire, Hardhead often suffers internal injuries from the recoil of his own weapons. His stubbornness has often been his downfall in many battles, often leading to battle plans being ruined and, whilst he has rarely been deactivated, has prevented his advancement into the higher echelons of the faction.

Holomatter Avatar: Hardhead's avatar is a human soldier wearing a camouflage army combat uniform.

Sample Post:

Hardhead sat silently in a far corner of the briefing room, listening intently to what Prime had to say about the upcoming mission. It was a rescue operation, one to be led by Prowl, the second-in-command of the Earth bound unit. That was fine with Hardhead just as long as Prowl let him do things his way. Hardhead was a career soldier and knew what had to be done to get the battle won. He wasn’t exactly the leader type, but he didn’t want to be told how to do his job either.

The other Autobots on the rescue team each asked their questions while Hardhead impatiently shifted in his chair. He was eager to get started and was not interested in the amateurish inquiries of the others. The more time they wasted the longer their captured comrade was in enemy hands, potentially giving up sensitive information that could compromise the Autobots’ position on this planet. Hardhead hadn’t been on this backwater world for very long, but he knew that it seemed to be important enough for the Deceptions to stake a claim here, especially with Megatron now present to oversee things. Earth had become a very important game piece in the overall conflict and it needed to be played with precision. Otherwise, the Decepticons could gain the upper hand in this war.

Once the briefing was over, Prowl approached Hardhead as they left for the orbital bounce platform. “I know you like to do things your way, Hardhead, but I can count on your cooperation out there, right?”

Hardhead glanced over at Prowl and cracked a smile. “I’m at your disposal. Just point me in the right direction and the job will get done.” My way, of course, Hardhead thought as the rescue team headed out on what would surely be a dangerous mission for all involved.

He looks good. Approved.

Shotblur

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Reconnaissance
Alt. Mode: Red 2010 Dodge Challenger
Weapons: Electro-Rifle, Standard Laser Pistol
Height: 8 meters (~26'3")
Quote: "Me? A spy? You must be joking."

Strength: 05
Intelligence: 07
Dexterity: 06
Speed: 06
Endurance: 03
Courage: 05
Firepower: 08
Accuracy: 05
Melee: 03
Tech Skill: 04
Charisma: 10
Rank: 05

Profile: Of the Autobots, Shotblur comes off as one of the most intriguing. His cheerful demeanor coupled with his mildly creepy set of skills make him seem friendly, if not a little strange. He seems to enjoy his job, and will rarely say otherwise, but despite openness, he seems to be hiding something that is unclear. Every so often, he will be pressured into saying something, but nothing more than "I'm just thinking about the war," or that he's "feeling a little bit off." His colleagues have learned to accept that whatever he's hiding means little compared to the war. To those that are open to him, he is kind and a great ally, though you will rarely find him on the front lines because of his tactics.

Abilities: Stealth and deception. Shotblur is equipped with a hologram projector and a voice transformer that changes his appearance to that of his allies or enemies as the situation requires. However, a single device has prevented his death in the few missions he ends up failing. Shotblur has a fail-safe that, when activated, will create a holographic corpse when he's shot, punched, kicked, or otherwise damaged, and give him an optic cloak to permit his escape or give him enough time to hide and change disguises.

Weaknesses: With his focuses on espionage, Shotblur can't take many hits. His armor is not too sturdy, and is generally quite light, allowing for slightly above-average speed. As well, being untrained in hand-to-hand combat and lacking any sort of melee weapon, Shotblur is terrible at fighting up close if he loses his guns.

Holomatter Avatar: Shotblur's avatar is a vaguely handsome adult male with glasses and a suit.

Sample Post: Lazy, lazy, lazy, Shotblur thought to himself as he realized he had been sitting in front of a glowing box for at least several cycles. He knew he could be doing something more productive, like training for an upcoming mission, or getting more familiar with Ark-19...yet here he was, affixed to a monitor in an almost trance-like state as he watched what humans called 'entertainment.' It didn't seem that entertaining to him, of which he would occasionally remind himself in a feeble attempt to break away, but to little avail. He was too bored to care. Besides, he couldn't help but admit that he felt at least marginally involved in some of the plots, however shallow.

But as time passed, and Shotblur's patience faded, he finally stood up and turned off the monitor. Stretching for a few moments, he cleared his optics with his fingers and wandered around the room. For a moment, it seemed, he had nothing to do. His plate was clean; an experience he hadn't had for quite a while, considering the Decepticon threat. But he knew it would not last long. There was a war to be had, after all.

Shotblur wrote:Shotblur

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Reconnaissance
Alt. Mode: Red 2010 Dodge Challenger
Weapons: Electro-Rifle, Standard Laser Pistol
Height: 8 meters (~26'3")
Quote: "Me? A spy? You must be joking."

Strength: 05
Intelligence: 07
Dexterity: 06
Speed: 06
Endurance: 03
Courage: 05
Firepower: 08
Accuracy: 05
Melee: 03
Tech Skill: 04
Charisma: 10
Rank: N/A

Profile: Of the Autobots, Shotblur comes off as one of the most intriguing. His cheerful demeanor coupled with his mildly creepy set of skills make him seem friendly, if not a little strange. He seems to enjoy his job, and will rarely say otherwise, but despite openness, he seems to be hiding something that is unclear. Every so often, he will be pressured into saying something, but nothing more than "I'm just thinking about the war," or that he's "feeling a little bit off." His colleagues have learned to accept that whatever he's hiding means little compared to the war. To those that are open to him, he is kind and a great ally, though you will rarely find him on the front lines because of his tactics.

Abilities: Stealth and deception. Shotblur is equipped with a hologram projector and a voice transformer that changes his appearance to that of his allies or enemies as the situation requires. However, a single device has prevented his death in the few missions he ends up failing. Shotblur has a fail-safe that, when activated, will create a holographic corpse when he's shot, punched, kicked, or otherwise damaged, and give him an optic cloak to permit his escape or give him enough time to hide and change disguises.

Weaknesses: With his focuses on espionage, Shotblur can't take many hits. His armor is not too sturdy, and is generally quite light, allowing for slightly above-average speed. As well, being untrained in hand-to-hand combat and lacking any sort of melee weapon, Shotblur is terrible at fighting up close if he loses his guns.

Holomatter Avatar: Shotblur's avatar is a vaguely handsome adult male with glasses and a suit.

Sample Post: Lazy, lazy, lazy, Shotblur thought to himself as he realized he had been sitting in front of a glowing box for at least several cycles. He knew he could be doing something more productive, like training for an upcoming mission, or getting more familiar with Ark-19...yet here he was, affixed to a monitor in an almost trance-like state as he watched what humans called 'entertainment.' It didn't seem that entertaining to him, of which he would occasionally remind himself in a feeble attempt to break away, but to little avail. He was too bored to care. Besides, he couldn't help but admit that he felt at least marginally involved in some of the plots, however shallow.

But as time passed, and Shotblur's patience faded, he finally stood up and turned off the monitor. Stretching for a few moments, he cleared his optics with his fingers and wandered around the room. For a moment, it seemed, he had nothing to do. His plate was clean; an experience he hadn't had for quite a while, considering the Decepticon threat. But he knew it would not last long. There was a war to be had, after all.

Approved. Start him in the Ark 19. Rank 5

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Soldier

Alt. mode: Semi Truck

Weapons: Gadget is equipped with one pair of Advanced guns that can switch to an alt mode. In default mode the guns looks like futuristic hand guns with somewhat long barrels. Plus some advanced sensory scopes to help locate targets in dim areas.

It has a view scope that help get a closer look at unaware targets. It's not a sniping rifle and it is limited in both range in energy. Especially on charged attacks. The main mode is a fast paced, steady beam of coherent light bursts. And in alt mode for the weapon. Not her vehicle form. The scopes go inside the guns and into the barrels where the lenses amplify the laser blast and making it possible to charge up. with out that scope the gun will explode if charged.

The barrels get wider and become mini cannons. It is a concentrated charged shot that will deliver massive damage if hit with a charged shot but will over heat. She can shoot them before they charge up but it will be less affective. They are located inside of a the gas tanks that are on each sides of her legs. In her vehicle form they are located under the hazard lights that are in the front of the car. They are so close to her headlights the people often mistake her for shooting through the lights instead of under them.

Special Abilities: The ability to create a force field around her self and if her allies are close they can enter it. The longer she uses it the weaker she will get as it consumes her energon. Or if it is hit by too large of a blow with break it.

Height: 32 ft

Quote: 'Even in the darkest of souls there is light'

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

RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Living a peaceful life of Cybertron with her two best friends Meta shine and
Solar Streak. It was suddenly cut short when a war breaks out upon the planet and her home was raided by the decepticons. Fearing for the safety of her friend she told them to run. But they didn't they were strong warriors yet no expertise in fighting. They defended Gadget and stuck by her side and Gadget defended them.

They became over powered and over run. Gadget was beaten to a pulp and taunted as the other soldiers took Meta and right before her eyes. Killed Solar streak. They Left Gadget for dead and continued their rampage. When Gadget revived everything was in ruins. She swore that she would find Meta and the person who kill Solar. Maybe some day even become an Autobot.

Every since that incident she has been into dreams and may have yet found a way to bring her friends killer to her mercy. Gadget is very kind and wants to be treated the way she treats others and wouldn't have others do anything she wouldn't do. She looks like a somewhat bulky robot. She Has red, slender eyes like that of a decepticon, a mouth and radio like antenna on each of her ears. Her chest is the front of the truck with the windows being their cept they split open like the Prime in the 2009 movie. She has tires on each of her shoulders and on the side of each of her knees and has a cute little spot light on the tops of her feet witch stands on wheels.

She longs too meet Prime and become one of his people so that she can help bring galactic peace. At times she is Talkative and at others you may forget that she is even in the room. She is a very fearless commander and will do what ever it takes for her and her allies to get the job done but is not over braved and go rushing in and get hurt. Unless some one is in danger.

Abilities: Gadget is a 20 ton 2000 class 18 wheeler semi Truck. Capable of reaching speeds of up to 90 mph this big rig is a power house that can ram through hoards of enemies.

She may not be the best of speed but the armor is thick and is able to with stand a barrage of laser and some missiles for some time. Despite her large appearance she can pull off things that you wouldn't expect a truck to do. Like rolling on one side of her wheels and turn sharp corners without tipping.

She can deploy the shield in vehicular mode to protect any cargo she may transport. The shield cloak over the truck and everything that's in it.

In robot mode she is a bit fast but will tire out pretty quick. She can produce a spherical shield over herself and her comrades. She has no melee weapons, just her fists.

She has a specialized pair of gun which in the default stance deals out a rain of red colored coherent light that can possibly pierce through 1 feet of solid steel. Her secondary weapon are in the same guns. With the hit of a switch the guns change into mini cannons.

It shoots out bursts of energy and if hit at close range can be devastating. It also in its second mode has the ability to charge up' releasing a blast that can level a House.

Weaknesses: Gadget maybe good at shooting things but if the opponent get close to her she is venerable. She has no melee weapons and which is very rear no to have. At times she is depressed about losing her best comrade Solar Streak and that can drive her to began thinking about Meta Shine and ends up going alone to try and find him. She if necessary will use the shield beyond energon consumption and end up nearly dieing from using her life force to sustain them.

Sample Post: It's been five years since that bad and she has aquifer two new comrades. Gold Chip and Lightning bolt. They have established an abandoned, temporary base until more help arrives and that she can maybe be commanded by someone of greater power. Suddenly another attack.

Boom the sirens go off and Lightning ran down the dark corridor to where Gadget was at. "Ma'am we are under attack, we are under attack!" A Truck like robot turned from it's viewing screen to meet Lightning's young face. "I know. I know." She turned back to the controls with much concern showing in her face. "Gold chip, do you read me?" A rather dark image showed up on screen. "Yes. I'm here." He responded, apearingon the screen.

"Power up the rear torrents. We’ve got trouble." She commanded as Gold chip aknowlaged it."I'm on it."

"Lightning. Come you’re with me. We must hold them off until the reinforcement arrive. We must not fail!" I ran down the short corridor and outside where there were swarms of decepticon soldiers. "You creeps will not be taking us again." I along with Lightning aimed and began to fire at them.

Bolt had the torrents, protecting the rear and seemed be doing ok, holding there ground until an unknown figure appeared and began pushing them back up into the base.

"There are too many of them. They are taking out the torrents!" One by one the torrents were exploding. "Deploy the shields!" Commanded Gadget. "But if we do it we won't be able to use what is left of the guns." I looked back at the young bot. "Just do it!" Hurry!" Gold as quickly as he could, turned on the shields.

"Every one regroup to the center of the base. Don't let anything through." I just hope they get here in time to save us. What have I don't wrong. Will history repeat it self. No! I won't allow it. We will live until back up arrives. we must!

Elita Prime178 wrote:Name: Gadget Crome

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Field commander

Alt. mode: Semi Truck

Weapons: Gadget is equipped with one pair of Advenced guns. The main mode is a fast paced, steady beam of coherant light bursts. And the alt mode is a concentrated charged shot that will deliver massive damage if hit with a charged shot but will over heat. She can shoot them before they charge up but it will be less affective.

Special Abilities: The ability to create a force feild around her self and if her allies are close they can enter it. The longer she uses it the weaker she will get as it consumes her energon. Or if it is hit by too large of a blow with break it.
Height: 32 ft
Quote: 'Even in the darkest of souls there is light'

STRENGTH: 6
INTELLIGENCE: 5
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 9
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 6
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Living a peacfull life of Cybertron with her two best friends Meta shine and
Solar Streak. It was suddenly cut short when a war breaks out upon the planet and her home was raided by the decepticons. Fearing for the safty of her friend she told them to run. But they didn't they were strong warriors yet no expertise in fighting. They defended Gadget and stuck by her side and Gadget defended them. They became over powered andover run. Gadget was beaten to a pulp and taunted as the other soldiers took Meta and and right before her eyes. Killed Solar streak. They Left Gadget for dead and continued thier rampage. When Gadget revived everything was in ruins. She swore that she would find Meta and the person who kill Solar. Maybe some day even become an Autobot. Every since that incident she has been into dreams and may have yet found a way to bring her friends killer to her mercy. Gadget is very kind and wants to be treated the way she treats others and wouldn't have others do anything she wouldn't do. She looks very much like Prime but is smaller, sleeker and a bit weaker. She longs too meet Prime and become one of his people so that she can help bring galactic peace. At times she is Talkitive and at others you may forget that she is even in the room. SHe is a very fearless commander and and will do what ever it takes for her and her allies to get the job done but is not over braved and go rushing in and get hurt. Unlis some one is in danger.

Abilities: Gadget is a 20 ton 2000 class 18 wheeler semi Truck. Capable of reaching speeds of up to 90 mph this big rig is a power house that can ram through hourds of enemies. She may not be the best of speed but the armor is thick and is able to with stand a barrage of laser and some missils for some time. Despite her large appearance she can pull off things that you wouldn't expect a truck to do. Like rolling on one side. She can deploy the shild in vehicular mode to protect any cargo she may transport. In robot mode she is a bit fast but with tire out pretty quick. She can produce the shild over herself and her comrads. She has no melee weapons, just her fists. SHe has a sepecialized pair of gun which in the defualt stance deals out a rain of red colored coherent light that can possibly pierce through 3 feet of solid steel. Her secondeary weapon are in the same guns. With the hit of a switch the guns change into mini cannons. It shoots out bursts of energy and if hit at close range can be devastating. It also in its second mode has the ablility to charge up' releasing a blast that can level a skyscraper.

Weaknesses: Gadget maybe good at shooting thing but if the opponent get close to her she is vaunerable. She has no melee weapons and which is very rear no to have. At times she is depressed about losing her best comade Solar Streak and that can drive her to began thinking about Meta Shine and ends up going alone to try and find him. She if nessisarry will use the shild beyond energon consumpion and end up nearly dieing from using her life force to sustain them.

Sample Post: It's been five years since that bad and she has aquiere two new comrads. Gold Chip and Lightning bolt. They have astablished an abandoned, temperary base until more help arrives and that she can maybe be commanded by someone of greater power. Suddenly another attack. Boom the sirins go off and Lightning ran down the dark corrdior to where Gadget was at. "Ma'am we are under attack, we are under attack!" A Truck like robot turned from it's viewing screen to meet Lightning's young face. "I know. I know." She turned back to the controls with much concearn showing in her face. "Gold chip, do you read me?" A rather dark image showed up on screen. "Yes. I'm here." "Power up the rear torrents. We'ev got trouble." "I'm on it." "Lightning. Come you'er with me. We must hold them off until owr reinforcement arrive. We must not fail!" I ran down the short corrier and outside where there were swarms of decepticon soldier. "You creeps will not be taking us again." I along with Lightning aimed and began to fire at them.. Bolt had the torrents, protecting the rear and seemed be doing ok, holding there ground until an unknown figuer appeared and bagan pushing them back up into the base. "There are too many of them. They are taking out the torrents!" One by one the torrents were exploding. "Deploy the shilds!" Commanded Gadget. "But if we do it we won't be able to use what is left of the guns." I looked back at the young bot. "Just do it!" Hurry!" Gold as quickly as he could, turned on the shilds. "Every one regroup to the center of the base. Don't let anything through." I just hope they get here in time to save us. What have I don't wrong. Will history repeat it self. No! I won't allow it. We will live until back up arrives. we must!

Welcome to the board.

Your application needs some work to before it can be accepted. I recommend to every player that they run their applications through a spelling and grammar checker just to take care of those little problems. For the function, I think we can find something better suited to her than field commander. Her personality doesn't really lend itself to command so much. Maybe something like warrior would be better. I would like to see a better description of her guns as well. Do they transform as well and if she uses them in her alternate mode where are they located? When you describe them also keep in mind the firepower rating she has and not make them more powerful than that. Along those lines a better description of her shield powers and her ability to roll in truck mode would help too. I think giving her a more distinctive appearance would help her stand out as well rather than just a straight up similarity to Optimus Prime, like giving her different colors or a mouth instead of a mouthplate. I also recommend that all new players check out the game summary and history so they are familiar with the setting before joining. You can find the links in my sig.

If you have any further questions or need help please feel free to PM myself or my fellow moderator Ember.

Name: Gadget Chrome

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Soldier

Alt. mode: Semi Truck

Weapons: Gadget is equipped with one pair of Advanced guns that can switch to an alt mode. In default mode the guns looks like futuristic hand guns with somewhat long barrels. Plus some advanced sensory scopes to help locate targets in dim areas.

It has a view scope that help get a closer look at unaware targets. It's not a sniping rifle and it is limited in both range in energy. Especially on charged attacks. The main mode is a fast paced, steady beam of coherent light bursts. And in alt mode for the weapon. Not her vehicle form. The scopes go inside the guns and into the barrels where the lenses amplify the laser blast and making it possible to charge up. with out that scope the gun will explode if charged.

The barrels get wider and become mini cannons. It is a concentrated charged shot that will deliver massive damage if hit with a charged shot but will over heat. She can shoot them before they charge up but it will be less affective. They are located inside of a the gas tanks that are on each sides of her legs. In her vehicle form they are located under the hazard lights that are in the front of the car. They are so close to her headlights the people often mistake her for shooting through the lights instead of under them.


Special Abilities: The ability to create a force field around her self and if her allies are close they can enter it. The longer she uses it the weaker she will get as it consumes her energon. Or if it is hit by too large of a blow with break it.

Height: 32 ft

Quote: 'Even in the darkest of souls there is light'

STRENGTH: 6
INTELLIGENCE: 5
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 9
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 6
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Living a peaceful life of Cybertron with her two best friends Meta shine and Solar Streak. It was suddenly cut short when a war breaks out upon the planet and her home was raided by the decepticons. Fearing for the safety of her friend she told them to run. But they didn't they were strong warriors yet no expertise in fighting. They defended Gadget and stuck by her side and Gadget defended them. They became over powered and over run. Gadget was beaten to a pulp and taunted as the other soldiers took Meta and right before her eyes. Killed Solar streak. They Left Gadget for dead and continued their rampage. When Gadget revived everything was in ruins. She swore that she would find Meta and the person who kill Solar. Maybe some day even become an Autobot. Every since that incident she has been into dreams and may have yet found a way to bring her friends killer to her mercy. Gadget is very kind and wants to be treated the way she treats others and wouldn't have others do anything she wouldn't do. She looks like a somewhat bulky robot. She Has red, slender eyes like that of a decepticon, a mouth and radio like antenna on each of her ears. Her chest is the front of the truck with the windows being their cept they split open like the Prime in the 2009 movie. She has tires on each of her shoulders and on the side of each of her knees and has a cute little spot light on the tops of her feet witch stands on wheels. She longs too meet Prime and become one of his people so that she can help bring galactic peace. At times she is Talkative and at others you may forget that she is even in the room. She is a very fearless commander and will do what ever it takes for her and her allies to get the job done but is not over braved and go rushing in and get hurt. Unless some one is in danger.

Abilities: Gadget is a 20 ton 2000 class 18 wheeler semi Truck. Capable of reaching speeds of up to 90 mph this big rig is a power house that can ram through hoards of enemies. She may not be the best of speed but the armor is thick and is able to with stand a barrage of laser and some missiles for some time. Despite her large appearance she can pull off things that you wouldn't expect a truck to do. Like rolling on one side of her wheels and turn sharp corners without tipping. She can deploy the shield in vehicular mode to protect any cargo she may transport. The shield cloak over the truck and everything that's in it. In robot mode she is a bit fast but will tire out pretty quick. She can produce a spherical shield over herself and her comrades. She has no melee weapons, just her fists. She has a specialized pair of gun which in the default stance deals out a rain of red colored coherent light that can possibly pierce through 1 feet of solid steel. Her secondary weapon are in the same guns. With the hit of a switch the guns change into mini cannons. It shoots out bursts of energy and if hit at close range can be devastating. It also in its second mode has the ability to charge up' releasing a blast that can level a House.
Weaknesses: Gadget maybe good at shooting things but if the opponent get close to her she is venerable. She has no melee weapons and which is very rear no to have. At times she is depressed about losing her best comrade Solar Streak and that can drive her to began thinking about Meta Shine and ends up going alone to try and find him. She if necessary will use the shield beyond energon consumption and end up nearly dieing from using her life force to sustain them.

Sample Post: It's been five years since that bad incident and she has aquifer two new comrades. Gold Chip and Lightning bolt. They have established an abandoned, temporary base until more help arrives and that she can maybe be commanded by someone of greater power. Suddenly another attack. Boom the sirens go off and Lightning ran down the dark corridor to where Gadget was at. "Ma'am we are under attack, we are under attack!"

A Truck like robot turned from it's viewing screen to meet Lightning's young face. "I know. I know." She turned back to the controls with much concern showing in her face. "Gold chip, do you read me?" A rather dark image showed up on screen. "Yes. I'm here." "Power up the rear torrents. We’ve got trouble." "I'm on it." "Lightning. Come you’re with me. We must hold them off until the reinforcement arrive. We must not fail!" She ran down the short corridor and outside where there were swarms of decepticon soldiers were at, coming down from the now charred skies, and sweeping the land.

"You creeps will not be taking us again." She along with Lightning aimed and began to fire at them.. Bolt had the torrents, protecting the rear and seemed be doing ok, holding there ground until an unknown figure appeared and began pushing them back up into the base. "There are too many of them. They are taking out the torrents!" One by one the torrents were exploding. "Deploy the shields!" Commanded Gadget. "But if we do it we won't be able to use what is left of the guns." Said Gold. Gadget looked back at the young bot. "Just do it!" Hurry!" Gold as quickly as he could, turned on the shields.

"Every one regroup to the center of the base. Don't let anything through." I just hope they get here in time to save us. Gadget thought to her Self. What have I done wrong. Will history repeat it self. No! I won't allow it. We will live until back up arrives. we must!

Bluestreak

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Gunner
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Sports Car.
Weapons: Twin shoulder mounted rocket launchers, Ion-charge disperser rifle.
Height: 26ft / 7.92m
Quote: "I never met a Decepticon I didn't dislike."

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

Profile: Bluestreak was a simple merchant back on Cybertron before the war literally landed on his front doorstep. His home city was attacked and completely destroyed by the Decepticons. He crawled out of the rubble as the lone survivor and it led him to join the ranks of the Autobots as a way to seek vengeance for all the lives that were lost. That one catastrophic event changed his life forever, forcing him to leave behind a peaceful existence and replace it with a violent one.

Bluestreak became a talented gunner, one of the best the Autobots had to offer. However, despite his formidable weaponry and shooting ability, Bluestreak has never considered himself to be the warrior type. He only fights because he has to. In actuality, he hates war and can lock up sometimes when faced with great danger. But that hatred does not compare with the outright disgust he has for any mech wearing the Decepticon badge or even those collaborating with the enemy.

Regardless of his haunted past, Bluestreak is still a friendly, good natured Autobot at his core with a talent for incessant and often inane talk that tends to drown out anyone close by. Conversations don’t exactly come easy with Bluestreak around, but at least his gregarious manner serves to lighten the otherwise grim situation that the Autobots often find themselves in. But, it also serves another purpose, one that most of Bluestreak’s comrades are not aware of. His endless droning helps him to avoid the silence, which often reminds him of the dead quiet that followed his home city’s destruction. It’s a way he has found to cope with those terrible memories, even if the other Autobots make fun of his nonstop chatter. As far as Bluestreak is concerned, talking too much is better than the alternative.

Abilities: In vehicle mode, Bluestreak is among the fastest Autobots and can sustain speeds of up to 150 mph for more than 12 hours. He is also a highly skilled marksman, considered to be one of the best in the entire Autobot army. In robot mode, he carries twin shoulder mounted rocket launchers, each capable of hurling a shell containing four independently targetable warheads. Each warhead possesses the concussive force equivalent of 150 lbs. of TNT. His ion-charge disperser rifle can shoot an electrified particle beam, resembling blue lightning, a distance of 12 miles and punch a 10 foot hole in a cinder-block wall. Its accuracy is limited, but the electrical charge of a single bolt can be as high as 80,000 volts.

Weaknesses: As powerful and threatening as he is, Bluestreak can be completely undone at times by his disdain for combat and his reluctance to fight. Furthermore, his absolute hatred for the Decepticons can occasionally lead him to make decisions based on emotion instead of reason or fact.

Sample Post:

The City of Praxus had once been a shining beacon of commerce where mechs from all over Cybertron could go and find anything their sparks desired. The streets were once lined with merchants looking to sell their products to any bot with the appropriate amount of credits to offer. It was the place Bluestreak once called home, where he made a peaceful living selling all variety of gadgets and gizmos. It was a simple life, but it was one ‘Streak enjoyed and had felt proud of.

But that was all gone now. Praxus was in utter ruins. What took countless vorns to create had been torn down in mere astroseconds by the Decepticons and their bombs that rained down from above. Bluestreak was the only one left functioning amongst the wreckage of his home city. Everyone else was dead. All those lives were lost to a pointless war that had brought nothing but death and destruction to countless civilians.

I can’t believe it’s all gone, Bluestreak thought to himself as he staggered through the crumbling streets. I just can’t believe it. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something coming towards him. ‘Streak quickly took cover behind some nearby rubble and watched as a Decepticon flyer approached the area, transformed to robot mode and then landed. The ‘con began searching the vicinity, having probably detected Bluestreak’s energy signature from above. The silver mech felt a tremendous sense of hatred in his spark for this evil being. He wanted to leap out and attack the Decepticon for what he and the others like him had done. But, Bluestreak knew that he didn’t stand a chance alone. He was only a merchant, after all, and not a warrior. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he had to find a better hiding place if he was to avoid being found and surely killed by this Decepticon.

Bluestreak ran down an adjacent alley, putting more and more distance between himself and his enemy. Just when he thought he had escaped, the Decepticon appeared in front of ‘Streak and pointed his laser rifle directly at the sole survivor of Praxus. Without hesitation or remorse, the ‘con pulled the trigger….

….and Bluestreak then awoke safe and sound on board an Autobot vessel in the present day. The ship was en route to a new infiltration planet where ‘Streak had been recently reassigned. Apparently, this small world had become more important as of late and required more attention than what was usually given. Bluestreak looked forward to joining his Autobot comrades that were already stationed there and was hopeful that they would be able to drive the Decepticons from the planet and foil whatever plans they had concocted.

Unable to take the silence any longer, Bluestreak turned to the other Autobots seated near him and began talking endlessly about whatever popped into his cranial unit. The others mostly ignored him, not wanting to egg him on any further. ‘Streak didn’t really care if they listened to him or not. It was better than suffering in silence and reliving the horrors of the past.

SmokescreenGT wrote:Bluestreak

Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Gunner
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Sports Car.
Weapons: Twin shoulder mounted rocket launchers, Ion-charge disperser rifle.
Height: 26ft / 7.92m
Quote: "I never met a Decepticon I didn't dislike."

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

Profile: Bluestreak was a simple merchant back on Cybertron before the war literally landed on his front doorstep. His home city was attacked and completely destroyed by the Decepticons. He crawled out of the rubble as the lone survivor and it led him to join the ranks of the Autobots as a way to seek vengeance for all the lives that were lost. That one catastrophic event changed his life forever, forcing him to leave behind a peaceful existence and replace it with a violent one.

Bluestreak became a talented gunner, one of the best the Autobots had to offer. However, despite his formidable weaponry and shooting ability, Bluestreak has never considered himself to be the warrior type. He only fights because he has to. In actuality, he hates war and can lock up sometimes when faced with great danger. But that hatred does not compare with the outright disgust he has for any mech wearing the Decepticon badge or even those collaborating with the enemy.

Regardless of his haunted past, Bluestreak is still a friendly, good natured Autobot at his core with a talent for incessant and often inane talk that tends to drown out anyone close by. Conversations don’t exactly come easy with Bluestreak around, but at least his gregarious manner serves to lighten the otherwise grim situation that the Autobots often find themselves in. But, it also serves another purpose, one that most of Bluestreak’s comrades are not aware of. His endless droning helps him to avoid the silence, which often reminds him of the dead quiet that followed his home city’s destruction. It’s a way he has found to cope with those terrible memories, even if the other Autobots make fun of his nonstop chatter. As far as Bluestreak is concerned, talking too much is better than the alternative.

Abilities: In vehicle mode, Bluestreak is among the fastest Autobots and can sustain speeds of up to 150 mph for more than 12 hours. He is also a highly skilled marksman, considered to be one of the best in the entire Autobot army. In robot mode, he carries twin shoulder mounted rocket launchers, each capable of hurling a shell containing four independently targetable warheads. Each warhead possesses the concussive force equivalent of 150 lbs. of TNT. His ion-charge disperser rifle can shoot an electrified particle beam, resembling blue lightning, a distance of 12 miles and punch a 10 foot hole in a cinder-block wall. Its accuracy is limited, but the electrical charge of a single bolt can be as high as 80,000 volts.

Weaknesses: As powerful and threatening as he is, Bluestreak can be completely undone at times by his disdain for combat and his reluctance to fight. Furthermore, his absolute hatred for the Decepticons can occasionally lead him to make decisions based on emotion instead of reason or fact.

Sample Post:

The City of Praxus had once been a shining beacon of commerce where mechs from all over Cybertron could go and find anything their sparks desired. The streets were once lined with merchants looking to sell their products to any bot with the appropriate amount of credits to offer. It was the place Bluestreak once called home, where he made a peaceful living selling all variety of gadgets and gizmos. It was a simple life, but it was one ‘Streak enjoyed and had felt proud of.

But that was all gone now. Praxus was in utter ruins. What took countless vorns to create had been torn down in mere astroseconds by the Decepticons and their bombs that rained down from above. Bluestreak was the only one left functioning amongst the wreckage of his home city. Everyone else was dead. All those lives were lost to a pointless war that had brought nothing but death and destruction to countless civilians.

I can’t believe it’s all gone, Bluestreak thought to himself as he staggered through the crumbling streets. I just can’t believe it. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something coming towards him. ‘Streak quickly took cover behind some nearby rubble and watched as a Decepticon flyer approached the area, transformed to robot mode and then landed. The ‘con began searching the vicinity, having probably detected Bluestreak’s energy signature from above. The silver mech felt a tremendous sense of hatred in his spark for this evil being. He wanted to leap out and attack the Decepticon for what he and the others like him had done. But, Bluestreak knew that he didn’t stand a chance alone. He was only a merchant, after all, and not a warrior. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he had to find a better hiding place if he was to avoid being found and surely killed by this Decepticon.

Bluestreak ran down an adjacent alley, putting more and more distance between himself and his enemy. Just when he thought he had escaped, the Decepticon appeared in front of ‘Streak and pointed his laser rifle directly at the sole survivor of Praxus. Without hesitation or remorse, the ‘con pulled the trigger….

….and Bluestreak then awoke safe and sound on board an Autobot vessel in the present day. The ship was en route to a new infiltration planet where ‘Streak had been recently reassigned. Apparently, this small world had become more important as of late and required more attention than what was usually given. Bluestreak looked forward to joining his Autobot comrades that were already stationed there and was hopeful that they would be able to drive the Decepticons from the planet and foil whatever plans they had concocted.

Unable to take the silence any longer, Bluestreak turned to the other Autobots seated near him and began talking endlessly about whatever popped into his cranial unit. The others mostly ignored him, not wanting to egg him on any further. ‘Streak didn’t really care if they listened to him or not. It was better than suffering in silence and reliving the horrors of the past.

Approved. Have fun with the motormouth.

Elita Prime178 wrote:Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Soldier

Alt. mode: Semi Truck

Weapons: Gadget is equipped with one pair of Advanced guns that can switch to an alt mode. In default mode the guns looks like futuristic hand guns with somewhat long barrels. Plus some advanced sensory scopes to help locate targets in dim areas. It has a view scope that help get a closer look at unaware targets. It's not a sniping rifle and it is limited in both range in energy. Especially on charged attacks. The main mode is a fast paced, steady beam of coherent light bursts. And in alt mode for the weapon. Not her vehicle form. The scopes go inside the guns and into the barrels where the lenses amplify the laser blast and making it possible to charge up. with out that scope the gun will explode if charged. The barrels get wider and become mini cannons. It is a concentrated charged shot that will deliver massive damage if hit with a charged shot but will over heat. She can shoot them before they charge up but it will be less affective. They are located inside of a the gas tanks that are on each sides of her legs. In her vehicle form they are located under the hazard lights that are in the front of the car. They are so close to her headlights the people often mistake her for shooting through the lights instead of under them.
Special Abilities: The ability to create a force field around her self and if her allies are close they can enter it. The longer she uses it the weaker she will get as it consumes her energon. Or if it is hit by too large of a blow with break it.
Height: 32 ft
Quote: 'Even in the darkest of souls there is light'

STRENGTH: 6
INTELLIGENCE: 5
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 4
ENDURANCE: 9
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 6
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Living a peaceful life of Cybertron with her two best friends Meta shine and
Solar Streak. It was suddenly cut short when a war breaks out upon the planet and her home was raided by the decepticons. Fearing for the safety of her friend she told them to run. But they didn't they were strong warriors yet no expertise in fighting. They defended Gadget and stuck by her side and Gadget defended them. They became over powered and over run. Gadget was beaten to a pulp and taunted as the other soldiers took Meta and right before her eyes. Killed Solar streak. They Left Gadget for dead and continued their rampage. When Gadget revived everything was in ruins. She swore that she would find Meta and the person who kill Solar. Maybe some day even become an Autobot. Every since that incident she has been into dreams and may have yet found a way to bring her friends killer to her mercy. Gadget is very kind and wants to be treated the way she treats others and wouldn't have others do anything she wouldn't do. She looks like a somewhat bulky robot. She Has red, slender eyes like that of a decepticon, a mouth and radio like antenna on each of her ears. Her chest is the front of the truck with the windows being their cept they split open like the Prime in the 2009 movie. She has tires on each of her shoulders and on the side of each of her knees and has a cute little spot light on the tops of her feet witch stands on wheels. She longs too meet Prime and become one of his people so that she can help bring galactic peace. At times she is Talkative and at others you may forget that she is even in the room. She is a very fearless commander and will do what ever it takes for her and her allies to get the job done but is not over braved and go rushing in and get hurt. Unless some one is in danger.

Abilities: Gadget is a 20 ton 2000 class 18 wheeler semi Truck. Capable of reaching speeds of up to 90 mph this big rig is a power house that can ram through hoards of enemies. She may not be the best of speed but the armor is thick and is able to with stand a barrage of laser and some missiles for some time. Despite her large appearance she can pull off things that you wouldn't expect a truck to do. Like rolling on one side of her wheels and turn sharp corners without tipping. She can deploy the shield in vehicular mode to protect any cargo she may transport. The shield cloak over the truck and everything that's in it. In robot mode she is a bit fast but will tire out pretty quick. She can produce a spherical shield over herself and her comrades. She has no melee weapons, just her fists. She has a specialized pair of gun which in the default stance deals out a rain of red colored coherent light that can possibly pierce through 1 feet of solid steel. Her secondary weapon are in the same guns. With the hit of a switch the guns change into mini cannons. It shoots out bursts of energy and if hit at close range can be devastating. It also in its second mode has the ability to charge up' releasing a blast that can level a House.
Weaknesses: Gadget maybe good at shooting things but if the opponent get close to her she is venerable. She has no melee weapons and which is very rear no to have. At times she is depressed about losing her best comrade Solar Streak and that can drive her to began thinking about Meta Shine and ends up going alone to try and find him. She if necessary will use the shield beyond energon consumption and end up nearly dieing from using her life force to sustain them.

Sample Post: It's been five years since that bad and she has aquifer two new comrades. Gold Chip and Lightning bolt. They have established an abandoned, temporary base until more help arrives and that she can maybe be commanded by someone of greater power. Suddenly another attack. Boom the sirens go off and Lightning ran down the dark corridor to where Gadget was at. "Ma'am we are under attack, we are under attack!" A Truck like robot turned from it's viewing screen to meet Lightning's young face. "I know. I know." She turned back to the controls with much concern showing in her face. "Gold chip, do you read me?" A rather dark image showed up on screen. "Yes. I'm here." "Power up the rear torrents. We’ve got trouble." "I'm on it." "Lightning. Come you’re with me. We must hold them off until the reinforcement arrive. We must not fail!" I ran down the short corridor and outside where there were swarms of decepticon soldier. "You creeps will not be taking us again." I along with Lightning aimed and began to fire at them.. Bolt had the torrents, protecting the rear and seemed be doing ok, holding there ground until an unknown figure appeared and began pushing them back up into the base. "There are too many of them. They are taking out the torrents!" One by one the torrents were exploding. "Deploy the shields!" Commanded Gadget. "But if we do it we won't be able to use what is left of the guns." I looked back at the young bot. "Just do it!" Hurry!" Gold as quickly as he could, turned on the shields. "Every one regroup to the center of the base. Don't let anything through." I just hope they get here in time to save us. What have I don't wrong. Will history repeat it self. No! I won't allow it. We will live until back up arrives. we must!
time to save us. What have I don't wrong. Will history repeat it self. No! I won't allow it. We will live until back up arrives. we must!

Is your character just called Gadget now? You accidentally forgot to include that part but I do think just using Gadget for a name is the way to go.

The application is a bit difficult to read. If you could break it up into some smaller paragraphs with lines skipped between them it would make it a lot easier to read. I'd also recommend skipping lines after dialogue, especially between different characters. There are still a few grammar problems that could use a little work.

In your sample post you need to stick with third person narration through out as that is what we use in the game. This means writing from the perspective of seeing whats going on and not being a part of the actions personally. Third person would be: He ran down the corridor, firing his gun as the Decepticons chasing after him' and not 'I fired my gun as I fled from the Decepticons.'

Hopefully that will help you out for your next attempt to get his application approved

Name: Baneblade
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Strategic Advisor and Analyst/Artillery Support
Alt. Mode: Experimental Mammoth Tank
Weapons: Twin Heavy Cannons useable in both alt., and robot modes. Small EMP charge.
Height: 40ft/12.19m
Quote: “All are expendable to the Cause.”

STRENGTH: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 2
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 5
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 2
RANK:

Profile: Before the war Baneblade went by the name Glaxtron and he was a respected and famed professor of anthropology and political science at the esteemed University of Iacon. In these days Glaxtron was small, barely taller then a minibot, and was lithe and agile, transforming into a Cybertronian duo-wheeled vehicle, and was charismatic and well liked. Indeed, the small Glaxtron was an authority on civilization in general, as he loved to learn all he could about a civilization on any planet, wanting to know how they worked on every level. However, few could know the darker side of his spark. Glaxtron was an imperialist, believing it was Cybertrons role to spread out into the galaxy at large and into educate and eventually “convert” organic life in the ways of their mechanical betters. Knowing his views were unpopular he kept them quiet.

Then came Megatron.

Finally seeing a mech that appeared to agree with everything Glaxtron saw in the future of Cybertron and the galaxy the beloved professor joined the Decepticons without hesitation. However, in order to become what he viewed as the perfect Decepticon Glaxtron he under went extreme upgrade procedures, having all but his most vital components removed and upgraded. His skeleton was greatly expanded and reinforced, heavy armour and weapons were added to his new bulky and heavy frame. His once sleek vehicle mode was replaced with that of a massive, twin barreled tank. His body colour was changed from light greys and blues to a dark grey, a mouth plate was attached to cover his lower face, and a red visor covered his optics, to hide the expressions of his eyes. Even his voice had changed, becoming deeper and sounding like heavy armour passing through a grinder. Glaxtron approved of his new, massive and powerful form, and decided to rename himself to something more fitting, Baneblade.
Once in the ranks of the Decepticons Baneblade quickly found the knowledge he had gained in his past life was of great use and was used to help generate civil unrest in Autobot controlled areas of Cybertron. However, it was when the war expanded out from Cybertron that he truly fulfilled his role. He was tasked with studying worlds that were candidates for infiltration to pass on advice as to how to proceed with operations, and on occasion selecting teams for these missions.

The other area of expertise that Baneblade excels in is to determine “acceptable” losses. However, he believes that all are expendable to the Decepticon cause; just some are less expendable then others. He is often aloof, standing apart from other Decepticons, coldly evaluating them and how they would perform on a mission behind his visor, and he will often openly discuss just how expendable an individual is in their presence, and as can be expected he has not earned many friends, and others often avoid his company, finding him unnerving.

Many think he is emotionally detached, or insane, or both. However, one of the disturbing facts is that Baneblade is neither. He is in full control of his faculties and is very passionate about what he does.

Abilities: After his upgrade Baneblade became a large hulking form covered in thick armoued plates capable of resisting heavy fire and can withstand a fire fight for long periods of time without taking serious damage. Additionally he is capable of attacking from long range in both his alternate and robot forms, and provides deadly and accurate fire support. In his tank form he is capable of traversing difficult terrain that would hinder most other vehicle, though on occasion his slow speed can make moving over certain terrain difficult. He is also very physically powerful, even if his hand to hand skills are simply adequate. Many Autobots assume the large brute of a tank that has been firing on them the entire battle is another of Megatron’s mindless brutes, unaware of the keen mind that has been analyzing their every move, looking for a weakness to be exploited. When confronted in melee Baneblade will strike as hard as he can in his enemies weakest point trying to incapacitate him in a few short, devastating blows. In situations where he cannot hold his own in close combat he carries a short ranged EMP charge that will render anyone around him in a three meter radius unable to move for up to an hour. Long enough for Baneblade to eliminate the threat and relocate.

Weakness: For his great size and strength Baneblade suffers from one great weakness; his weak skeleton. Unable to properly reinforce his internal frame to support the weight of his new body Baneblade’s internal structure is about as strong as it was when he was still Glaxtron, only slightly reinforced to support his new height and weight. As a result Baneblade cannot exert himself to much without putting a dangerous amount of strain on his “bones” and risk them breaking in combat. He is extremely slow as a result, his strides are long yet slow as he hulks around, though when confronted in hand to hand combat is when this weakness really shows. Although strong he is only average in hand to hand skill, and if his enemies are not dispatched quickly he risks greatly of dislocating his limb joints, rendering him helpless. Also his EMP charge is only good for one use before having to be recharged off the battle field. His reputation amongst his other Decepticons means he can rarely call upon help that will be eagerly to assist him, rather responding because they have to rather then want to.

Sample Post

Baneblade stood in what had once been the city center of this world’s capital city. All around him were the ruin buildings of exquisite craftsmanship and architecture, the very buildings being tremendous works of art. It was typical of this world’s culture to value art and the creation of art above many other things; it was indeed a unique culture. Everything about this place had a strong emphasis on art, their currency, their books, even the most mundane and rudimentary elements of running a society had an artistic flare to it. Nothing was mass produced, everything was skillfully, painfully crafted, and in a way, everything built here was unique unto itself simply because its creator never made anything the same way twice. Where most worlds would fight wars over differing opinions on which deities to worship, resources, political and ideological differences, this world would fight wars over conflicting art styles, or who was the greater artist. Such things would seem trivial to many other civilizations, but not to this one, where art was the center of everything.

This world had been one of the most unique and wondrous that Baneblade had ever studied. And it was by his own machinations that this world had died. All around him this once beautiful center of a world that excelled at artistic expression lay in ruins. The great ivory buildings were scorched and shattered; corpses lay in the streets as if these once majestic constructs had become their tombs. The massive Decepticon carefully paced down the destroyed streets, avoiding the large clusters of bodies so as not to dirty his feet with the organic matter of this planets former population. He had spent the better part of a cycle studying this place to learn the most effective way to bring about its destruction, and it had been surprisingly easy. For such a unique culture it was easy to lay low. The infiltration team had simply carried out a series of terrorist like strikes destroying the most important collections of art on this world, leaving only flimsy evidence to point at a culprit, and with in five cycles this relatively peaceful culture had developed powerful weapons of mass destruction.

This worlds apocalyptic world war was already underway when the Autobots sent their own team to try and stop the Decepticons. Baneblade had calculated that roughly seventy-five percent of the infiltration team could be lost to successfully complete this operation. The fact that only fifty percent of the team had perished in the war with the natives and the Autobots meant that his plans had been successful in preserving resources for the next mission. Although the survivors of the team did not seem to agree with his simple calculations, but their opinions were of no consequence, Baneblade was here to ensure the best possible out come for the Decepticons. If the others preferred to avoid him by constructing the massive mining machines that were going to be used to strip this world of all valuable resources rather then entertain his company so be it. He never sought out the company of others, and he did not desire it now. He simply desired to inspect the aftermath of his handy work.

“Starscream to Baneblade.”

The Decepticon strategic advisors long range communications array was activated.

“Proceed Starscream.” He said in his deep, grinding voice, sounding as if the Pitt itself had been given the ability to speak.

“I require your presence on my current assignment. The local population and the Autobots have become quite troublesome. Your unique expertise is required. Report to Earth as soon as possible. Starscream out.”

The line went dead.

“Earth?” Baneblade said to himself as he clasped his hands behind his back and turned. He now stood at the edge of a cliff, over looking the devastated city. “Hmm, a most interesting planet. I believe I shall enjoy this new assignment.”

A cruel smile spread under the mouth plate, the carefully sculpted features hiding the enthusiasm he felt at the chance of delving into a world that was so unique and diverse in differing civilizations. As he looked over the ruined city beneath him his massive frame shook with a low rumble, the terrible laughter that emitted from Baneblade’s vocal processor.

“Yes. I think This will be a most interesting assignment indeed.”

Name: Spinister
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Aerial Assault
Alt. mode: Assault Helicopter
Weapons: Flame Thrower, 2 X Particle Beam Canons, 2 X Remote Control-Guided Fusion Bombs
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: "Respect your foes' abilities as you would your own."


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

Profile: Spinister is as mysterious to his fellow Decepticons as he is to his enemies. He says little about himself and reveals even less. But in action he is as deadly as a computer virus. "I don't care if he never utters another word, as long as he keeps scrapping Autobots," says Decepticon Commander Megatron of this eerie aerial adventurer. "We have enough big-talk, small-results types here already." Spinister's favourite and most effective battle tactic is to sneak up on unwary Autobots, scare them, fly away... and then return to destroy them while their guards are down. How this loner manages to surprise as many opponents as he does is a secret to which not even his commanding officers are privy. But the suspicion among many Decepticons is that Spinister has developed a "cloaking" system --a technology that allows him to turn invisible and avoid detection-- that he refuses to share with his comrades... just in case he should decide to one day use it against them.

Abilities: Spinister transforms into an assault helicopter equipped with two batteries of automatic particle beam cannons and two remote control-guided fusion bombs. His maximum speed is 520 miles per hour and his range is 1300 miles. In robot mode he can also utilise a hand held Flamethrower.

Spinister is primarily an excellent Marksman, this combined with his both high and wide range firepower makes him a fearsome long range opponent in the field.

Weaknesses: Spinister's rotor blades are prone to stress fractures after 12,000 miles of continued use. The blades require a vigilant maintenance schedule to avoid in-flight failure.

Sample Post:

Sample omitted with mod approval.

Plaything wrote:Name: Spinister
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Aerial Assault
Alt. mode: Assault Helicopter
Weapons: Flame Thrower, 2 X Particle Beam Canons, 2 X Remote Control-Guided Fusion Bombs
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: "Respect your foes' abilities as you would your own."


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

Profile: Spinister is as mysterious to his fellow Decepticons as he is to his enemies. He says little about himself and reveals even less. But in action he is as deadly as a computer virus. "I don't care if he never utters another word, as long as he keeps scrapping Autobots," says Decepticon Commander Megatron of this eerie aerial adventurer. "We have enough big-talk, small-results types here already." Spinister's favourite and most effective battle tactic is to sneak up on unwary Autobots, scare them, fly away... and then return to destroy them while their guards are down. How this loner manages to surprise as many opponents as he does is a secret to which not even his commanding officers are privy. But the suspicion among many Decepticons is that Spinister has developed a "cloaking" system --a technology that allows him to turn invisible and avoid detection-- that he refuses to share with his comrades... just in case he should decide to one day use it against them.

Abilities: Spinister transforms into an assault helicopter equipped with two batteries of automatic particle beam cannons and two remote control-guided fusion bombs. His maximum speed is 520 miles per hour and his range is 1300 miles. In robot mode he can also utilise a hand held Flamethrower.

Spinister is primarily an excellent Marksman, this combined with his both high and wide range firepower makes him a fearsome long range opponent in the field.

Weaknesses: Spinister's rotor blades are prone to stress fractures after 12,000 miles of continued use. The blades require a vigilant maintenance schedule to avoid in-flight failure.

Sample Post:

Sample omitted with mod approval.

Approved.

Name: Baneblade
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Strategic Advisor and Analyst/Artillery Support
Alt. Mode: M1A3 Super Heavy Prototype “Mammoth” pattern Abrams
Weapons: Twin Heavy Cannons useable in both alt., and robot modes. Small EMP charge.
Height: 38 ft/11.6meters
Quote: “All are expendable to the Cause.”

STRENGTH: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 2
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 5
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 2
RANK:

Profile: Before the war Baneblade went by the name Glaxtron and he was a respected and famed professor of anthropology and political science at the esteemed University of Iacon. In these days Glaxtron was small, barely taller then a minibot, and was lithe and agile, transforming into a Cybertronian duo-wheeled vehicle, and was charismatic and well liked. Indeed, the small Glaxtron was an authority on civilization in general, as he loved to learn all he could about a civilization on any planet, wanting to know how they worked on every level. However, few could know the darker side of his spark. Glaxtron was an imperialist, believing it was Cybertrons role to spread out into the galaxy at large and into educate and eventually “convert” organic life in the ways of their mechanical betters. Knowing his views were unpopular he kept them quiet.

Then came Megatron.

Finally seeing a mech that appeared to agree with everything Glaxtron saw in the future of Cybertron and the galaxy the beloved professor joined the Decepticons without hesitation. However, in order to become what he viewed as the perfect Decepticon Glaxtron he under went extreme upgrade procedures, having all but his most vital components removed and upgraded. His skeleton was greatly expanded and reinforced, heavy armour and weapons were added to his new bulky and heavy frame. His once sleek vehicle mode was replaced with that of a massive, twin barreled tank. His body colour was changed from light greys and blues to a dark grey, a mouth plate was attached to cover his lower face, and a red visor covered his optics, to hide the expressions of his eyes. Even his voice had changed, becoming deeper and sounding like heavy armour passing through a grinder. Glaxtron approved of his new, massive and powerful form, and decided to rename himself to something more fitting, Baneblade.
Once in the ranks of the Decepticons Baneblade quickly found the knowledge he had gained in his past life was of great use and was used to help generate civil unrest in Autobot controlled areas of Cybertron. However, it was when the war expanded out from Cybertron that he truly fulfilled his role. He was tasked with studying worlds that were candidates for infiltration to pass on advice as to how to proceed with operations, and on occasion selecting teams for these missions.

The other area of expertise that Baneblade excels in is to determine “acceptable” losses. However, he believes that all are expendable to the Decepticon cause; just some are less expendable then others. He is often aloof, standing apart from other Decepticons, coldly evaluating them and how they would perform on a mission behind his visor, and he will often openly discuss just how expendable an individual is in their presence, and as can be expected he has not earned many friends, and others often avoid his company, finding him unnerving.

Many think he is emotionally detached, or insane, or both. However, one of the disturbing facts is that Baneblade is neither. He is in full control of his faculties and is very passionate about what he does.

Abilities: After his upgrade Baneblade became a large hulking form covered in thick armoued plates capable of resisting heavy fire and can withstand a fire fight for long periods of time without taking serious damage. Additionally he is capable of attacking from long range in both his alternate and robot forms, and provides deadly and accurate fire support. In his tank form he is capable of traversing difficult terrain that would hinder most other vehicle, though on occasion his slow speed can make moving over certain terrain difficult. He is also very physically powerful, even if his hand to hand skills are simply adequate. Many Autobots assume the large brute of a tank that has been firing on them the entire battle is another of Megatron’s mindless brutes, unaware of the keen mind that has been analyzing their every move, looking for a weakness to be exploited. When confronted in melee Baneblade will strike as hard as he can in his enemies weakest point trying to incapacitate him in a few short, devastating blows. In situations where he cannot hold his own in close combat he carries a short ranged EMP charge that he can use to disrupt the systems of his target, allowing him to relocate to a new location.

Weakness: Although the upgrade from Glaxtron to Baneblade was more or less a success his fuel capacity was not expanded to compensate for his large size. As a result the now large Baneblade has a fuel tank for a Cybertronian of much smaller size, this leads to him running out of fuel at a much greater rate. To compensate he moves at a slow pace, even in robot mode as exerting himself could lead to him running out of fuel in the middle of a battle. Additionally, his reputation amongst the other Decepticons means he can rarely call upon help that will be eager to assist him, rather responding because they have to rather then want to.

Sample Post

Baneblade stood in what had once been the city center of this world’s capital city. All around him were the ruin buildings of exquisite craftsmanship and architecture, the very buildings being tremendous works of art. It was typical of this world’s culture to value art and the creation of art above many other things; it was indeed a unique culture. Everything about this place had a strong emphasis on art, their currency, their books, even the most mundane and rudimentary elements of running a society had an artistic flare to it. Nothing was mass produced, everything was skillfully, painfully crafted, and in a way, everything built here was unique unto itself simply because its creator never made anything the same way twice. Where most worlds would fight wars over differing opinions on which deities to worship, resources, political and ideological differences, this world would fight wars over conflicting art styles, or who was the greater artist. Such things would seem trivial to many other civilizations, but not to this one, where art was the center of everything.

This world had been one of the most unique and wondrous that Baneblade had ever studied. And it was by his own machinations that this world had died. All around him this once beautiful center of a world that excelled at artistic expression lay in ruins. The great ivory buildings were scorched and shattered; corpses lay in the streets as if these once majestic constructs had become their tombs. The massive Decepticon carefully paced down the destroyed streets, avoiding the large clusters of bodies so as not to dirty his feet with the organic matter of this planets former population. He had spent the better part of a cycle studying this place to learn the most effective way to bring about its destruction, and it had been surprisingly easy. For such a unique culture it was easy to lay low. The infiltration team had simply carried out a series of terrorist like strikes destroying the most important collections of art on this world, leaving only flimsy evidence to point at a culprit, and with in five cycles this relatively peaceful culture had developed powerful weapons of mass destruction.

This worlds apocalyptic world war was already underway when the Autobots sent their own team to try and stop the Decepticons. Baneblade had calculated that roughly seventy-five percent of the infiltration team could be lost to successfully complete this operation. The fact that only fifty percent of the team had perished in the war with the natives and the Autobots meant that his plans had been successful in preserving resources for the next mission. Although the survivors of the team did not seem to agree with his simple calculations, but their opinions were of no consequence, Baneblade was here to ensure the best possible out come for the Decepticons. If the others preferred to avoid him by constructing the massive mining machines that were going to be used to strip this world of all valuable resources rather then entertain his company so be it. He never sought out the company of others, and he did not desire it now. He simply desired to inspect the aftermath of his handy work.

“Starscream to Baneblade.”

The Decepticon strategic advisors long range communications array was activated.

“Proceed Starscream.” He said in his deep, grinding voice, sounding as if the Pitt itself had been given the ability to speak.

“I require your presence on my current assignment. The local population and the Autobots have become quite troublesome. Your unique expertise is required. Report to Earth as soon as possible. Starscream out.”

The line went dead.

“Earth?” Baneblade said to himself as he clasped his hands behind his back and turned. He now stood at the edge of a cliff, over looking the devastated city. “Hmm, a most interesting planet. I believe I shall enjoy this new assignment.”

A cruel smile spread under the mouth plate, the carefully sculpted features hiding the enthusiasm he felt at the chance of delving into a world that was so unique and diverse in differing civilizations. As he looked over the ruined city beneath him his massive frame shook with a low rumble, the terrible laughter that emitted from Baneblade’s vocal processor.

“Yes. I think This will be a most interesting assignment indeed.”

I pulled the bulk of this profile from the one from the previous incarnation of the game. The only changes I made were adding an avatar and changing the alt mode.

Blaster

Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Communications
Alt. Mode: Lasonic Old School Style High Performance Portable Music System with Ipod Slot
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: Blaster can assume the form of an ipod dock modeled after an old 80's style "boom box." He can send and receive radio signals on all frequencies, and can detect signals with power outputs as weak as a millionth of a watt. His ability to transmit radio signals up to 4000 miles makes him the communications center for the Autobots. 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.

Blaster's holo-matter avatar is a (pardon the pun) dead-ringer for "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott. A mid-40's white male, with long, dark, curly hair, a beard, and many tattoos. Blaster simply couldn't resist the homage to a rocker that died before his time.

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 Post:

I'm tougher than nails.
I can promise you that.
Step out of line
And you get bitch-slapped back.
And you <beep, beep>
Your little mouth all day,
But the hand of god
Just smacked you back into yesterday
<beep, beep>

"frag..." Nimble fingers raced across the comm board, silencing the thunderous roar of the earth music, and opening a channel. "Blaster here... go ahead."

<static>

"Oh come on," he grumbled, manipulating the controls in an attempt to boost the gain, an attempt that ultimately met with failure. Okay lets see. 12 second signal on one of our frequencies. There's no place on Earth that we should have trouble picking up, so that means one thing... Decepticon jamming. Soundwave!

Blaster quickly linked his own systems to the communications array, and began sorting through the jumble of conflicting harmonics that had come through. Good thing I was on duty. No one else would have had a prayer of making sense of this, he thought as he applied his advanced programming to the task at hand: descrambling and decoding the faint comm signal.

Finally after what seemed an eternity, but was in reality something like a minute, the Autobot communications specialist cleared the signal enough to make sense of it. It was, just as he suspected, an Autobot distress signal, one that the 'cons had attempted to jam. Wasting no time, he opened a channel to Prime. "Optimus, you'd better call out the calvary! Some of our guys have gotten themselves in a jam in Equador! Priority one emergency!"

...

I'll get the cassetobots together shortly.

aetrius wrote:I pulled the bulk of this profile from the one from the previous incarnation of the game. The only changes I made were adding an avatar and changing the alt mode.

Blaster

Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Communications
Alt. Mode: Lasonic Old School Style High Performance Portable Music System with Ipod Slot
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: Blaster can assume the form of an ipod dock modeled after an old 80's style "boom box." He can send and receive radio signals on all frequencies, and can detect signals with power outputs as weak as a millionth of a watt. His ability to transmit radio signals up to 4000 miles makes him the communications center for the Autobots. 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.

Blaster's holo-matter avatar is a (pardon the pun) dead-ringer for "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott. A mid-40's white male, with long, dark, curly hair, a beard, and many tattoos. Blaster simply couldn't resist the homage to a rocker that died before his time.

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 Post:

I'm tougher than nails.
I can promise you that.
Step out of line
And you get bitch-slapped back.
And you <beep, beep>
Your little mouth all day,
But the hand of god
Just smacked you back into yesterday
<beep, beep>

"frag..." Nimble fingers raced across the comm board, silencing the thunderous roar of the earth music, and opening a channel. "Blaster here... go ahead."

<static>

"Oh come on," he grumbled, manipulating the controls in an attempt to boost the gain, an attempt that ultimately met with failure. Okay lets see. 12 second signal on one of our frequencies. There's no place on Earth that we should have trouble picking up, so that means one thing... Decepticon jamming. Soundwave!

Blaster quickly linked his own systems to the communications array, and began sorting through the jumble of conflicting harmonics that had come through. Good thing I was on duty. No one else would have had a prayer of making sense of this, he thought as he applied his advanced programming to the task at hand: descrambling and decoding the faint comm signal.

Finally after what seemed an eternity, but was in reality something like a minute, the Autobot communications specialist cleared the signal enough to make sense of it. It was, just as he suspected, an Autobot distress signal, one that the 'cons had attempted to jam. Wasting no time, he opened a channel to Prime. "Optimus, you'd better call out the calvary! Some of our guys have gotten themselves in a jam in Equador! Priority one emergency!"

...

I'll get the cassetobots together shortly.

"Dimebag" I love it!!! Blaster's good to go. Have fun with him!

Wodicus wrote:Name: Baneblade
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Strategic Advisor and Analyst/Artillery Support
Alt. Mode: M1A3 Super Heavy Prototype “Mammoth” pattern Abrams
Weapons: Twin Heavy Cannons useable in both alt., and robot modes. Small EMP charge.
Height: 38 ft/11.6meters
Quote: “All are expendable to the Cause.”

STRENGTH: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 2
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 5
TECH SKILL: 7
CHARISMA: 2
RANK:

Profile: Before the war Baneblade went by the name Glaxtron and he was a respected and famed professor of anthropology and political science at the esteemed University of Iacon. In these days Glaxtron was small, barely taller then a minibot, and was lithe and agile, transforming into a Cybertronian duo-wheeled vehicle, and was charismatic and well liked. Indeed, the small Glaxtron was an authority on civilization in general, as he loved to learn all he could about a civilization on any planet, wanting to know how they worked on every level. However, few could know the darker side of his spark. Glaxtron was an imperialist, believing it was Cybertrons role to spread out into the galaxy at large and into educate and eventually “convert” organic life in the ways of their mechanical betters. Knowing his views were unpopular he kept them quiet.

Then came Megatron.

Finally seeing a mech that appeared to agree with everything Glaxtron saw in the future of Cybertron and the galaxy the beloved professor joined the Decepticons without hesitation. However, in order to become what he viewed as the perfect Decepticon Glaxtron he under went extreme upgrade procedures, having all but his most vital components removed and upgraded. His skeleton was greatly expanded and reinforced, heavy armour and weapons were added to his new bulky and heavy frame. His once sleek vehicle mode was replaced with that of a massive, twin barreled tank. His body colour was changed from light greys and blues to a dark grey, a mouth plate was attached to cover his lower face, and a red visor covered his optics, to hide the expressions of his eyes. Even his voice had changed, becoming deeper and sounding like heavy armour passing through a grinder. Glaxtron approved of his new, massive and powerful form, and decided to rename himself to something more fitting, Baneblade.
Once in the ranks of the Decepticons Baneblade quickly found the knowledge he had gained in his past life was of great use and was used to help generate civil unrest in Autobot controlled areas of Cybertron. However, it was when the war expanded out from Cybertron that he truly fulfilled his role. He was tasked with studying worlds that were candidates for infiltration to pass on advice as to how to proceed with operations, and on occasion selecting teams for these missions.

The other area of expertise that Baneblade excels in is to determine “acceptable” losses. However, he believes that all are expendable to the Decepticon cause; just some are less expendable then others. He is often aloof, standing apart from other Decepticons, coldly evaluating them and how they would perform on a mission behind his visor, and he will often openly discuss just how expendable an individual is in their presence, and as can be expected he has not earned many friends, and others often avoid his company, finding him unnerving.

Many think he is emotionally detached, or insane, or both. However, one of the disturbing facts is that Baneblade is neither. He is in full control of his faculties and is very passionate about what he does.

Abilities: After his upgrade Baneblade became a large hulking form covered in thick armoued plates capable of resisting heavy fire and can withstand a fire fight for long periods of time without taking serious damage. Additionally he is capable of attacking from long range in both his alternate and robot forms, and provides deadly and accurate fire support. In his tank form he is capable of traversing difficult terrain that would hinder most other vehicle, though on occasion his slow speed can make moving over certain terrain difficult. He is also very physically powerful, even if his hand to hand skills are simply adequate. Many Autobots assume the large brute of a tank that has been firing on them the entire battle is another of Megatron’s mindless brutes, unaware of the keen mind that has been analyzing their every move, looking for a weakness to be exploited. When confronted in melee Baneblade will strike as hard as he can in his enemies weakest point trying to incapacitate him in a few short, devastating blows. In situations where he cannot hold his own in close combat he carries a short ranged EMP charge that he can use to disrupt the systems of his target, allowing him to relocate to a new location.

Weakness: Although the upgrade from Glaxtron to Baneblade was more or less a success his fuel capacity was not expanded to compensate for his large size. As a result the now large Baneblade has a fuel tank for a Cybertronian of much smaller size, this leads to him running out of fuel at a much greater rate. To compensate he moves at a slow pace, even in robot mode as exerting himself could lead to him running out of fuel in the middle of a battle. Additionally, his reputation amongst the other Decepticons means he can rarely call upon help that will be eager to assist him, rather responding because they have to rather then want to.

Sample Post

Baneblade stood in what had once been the city center of this world’s capital city. All around him were the ruin buildings of exquisite craftsmanship and architecture, the very buildings being tremendous works of art. It was typical of this world’s culture to value art and the creation of art above many other things; it was indeed a unique culture. Everything about this place had a strong emphasis on art, their currency, their books, even the most mundane and rudimentary elements of running a society had an artistic flare to it. Nothing was mass produced, everything was skillfully, painfully crafted, and in a way, everything built here was unique unto itself simply because its creator never made anything the same way twice. Where most worlds would fight wars over differing opinions on which deities to worship, resources, political and ideological differences, this world would fight wars over conflicting art styles, or who was the greater artist. Such things would seem trivial to many other civilizations, but not to this one, where art was the center of everything.

This world had been one of the most unique and wondrous that Baneblade had ever studied. And it was by his own machinations that this world had died. All around him this once beautiful center of a world that excelled at artistic expression lay in ruins. The great ivory buildings were scorched and shattered; corpses lay in the streets as if these once majestic constructs had become their tombs. The massive Decepticon carefully paced down the destroyed streets, avoiding the large clusters of bodies so as not to dirty his feet with the organic matter of this planets former population. He had spent the better part of a cycle studying this place to learn the most effective way to bring about its destruction, and it had been surprisingly easy. For such a unique culture it was easy to lay low. The infiltration team had simply carried out a series of terrorist like strikes destroying the most important collections of art on this world, leaving only flimsy evidence to point at a culprit, and with in five cycles this relatively peaceful culture had developed powerful weapons of mass destruction.

This worlds apocalyptic world war was already underway when the Autobots sent their own team to try and stop the Decepticons. Baneblade had calculated that roughly seventy-five percent of the infiltration team could be lost to successfully complete this operation. The fact that only fifty percent of the team had perished in the war with the natives and the Autobots meant that his plans had been successful in preserving resources for the next mission. Although the survivors of the team did not seem to agree with his simple calculations, but their opinions were of no consequence, Baneblade was here to ensure the best possible out come for the Decepticons. If the others preferred to avoid him by constructing the massive mining machines that were going to be used to strip this world of all valuable resources rather then entertain his company so be it. He never sought out the company of others, and he did not desire it now. He simply desired to inspect the aftermath of his handy work.

“Starscream to Baneblade.”

The Decepticon strategic advisors long range communications array was activated.

“Proceed Starscream.” He said in his deep, grinding voice, sounding as if the Pitt itself had been given the ability to speak.

“I require your presence on my current assignment. The local population and the Autobots have become quite troublesome. Your unique expertise is required. Report to Earth as soon as possible. Starscream out.”

The line went dead.

“Earth?” Baneblade said to himself as he clasped his hands behind his back and turned. He now stood at the edge of a cliff, over looking the devastated city. “Hmm, a most interesting planet. I believe I shall enjoy this new assignment.”

A cruel smile spread under the mouth plate, the carefully sculpted features hiding the enthusiasm he felt at the chance of delving into a world that was so unique and diverse in differing civilizations. As he looked over the ruined city beneath him his massive frame shook with a low rumble, the terrible laughter that emitted from Baneblade’s vocal processor.

“Yes. I think This will be a most interesting assignment indeed.”

Appoved. I'm really sorry it took so long to get him done.