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Soundwave-version5.0 wrote:Okay new canon profile(fixed)
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alternate Mode: Lamborghini Countach
Weapons: Shoulder missile, pile drivers, two shoulder-mounted magnesium phosphorous flares, and a rocket backpack
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: "I don't break the rules; I bend them -- a lot.”

Strength: 7
Intelligence: 7
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 7
Endurance: 7
Courage: 10
Firepower: 3
Accuracy: 5
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 5
Charisma: 6
Rank: 5

Profile: Although nearly as capable as his twin brother Sunstreaker in the combat arts, Sideswipe is far less cold blooded about it. He thoroughly relishes engaging an opponent in a fight to the finish, and will use any dirty underhanded tactic he can think of to come out on top. Back on his home world of Cybertron this conduct extended itself to the rest of his lifestyle: getting what he can out of life, enjoying it to the fullest, and cheating to get the rest. His exile to Earth hasn't changed his behavior, just his cause- now instead of doing everything for himself he does it for the sake of freedom for all. Personal safety takes a backseat to his reckless, but brave actions.

Abilities: In Autobot mode, Sideswipe's two arms can be used as pile drivers. Each exerts 8000 pounds of force upon impact with up to five impacts per second, making him particularly useful in close combat and for breaking through fortifications. A rocket backpack can sustain him in the air for two-minute spurts before refueling is necessary. When launched, two shoulder-mounted magnesium phosphorous flares can each be seen from a distance of 18 miles on a clear night.

Avatar: Sidswipe's avatar looks exactly like Sunstreaker's avatar with the exception that the her hair is black not blond.

Weaknesses: If it weren't for his rash behavior, Sideswipe wouldn't have any serious weaknesses. But as he often acts without consideration of the consequences and takes a special delight in plunging into extremely dangerous situations, Sideswipe, more than any other Autobot, finds himself being patched together by Chief Medical Officer Ratchet. Naturally, he takes his injuries in stride.

Sample post:
Sideswipe was easily crusing down the road near New York City,New York.
sigh* "When is something going to happen around this place...I'm starting to miss crushing some cons right now."
Sideswipe continues to roll down the road and starts to enter the city limits.

As Sideswipe continues to travel on his path,he recieves an incoming communication from Jazz.
"TO ANY AUTOBOT RECIEVING THIS MESSAGE,WE NEED ASSISTANCE IN THE LOWER MANHATTAN AREA!!! DECEPTICONS ARE ATTACKING THE CITY,REPORT TO THE LOWER MANHATTAN AREA IMEDIATLY!!!"
"Finally! Somwthing worth driving out here to see!"
Sideswipe then responds to the signal and makes his way down to the scene.

Upon arriving,Sideswipe turns into the streets and realizes he had came through the wrong way and was now behind the attacking Decepticons. Without thinking or stadegizing,he transforms into robot mode and starts to pummel the cons with his pile drivers. The other cons diverted their attention from the Autobots and started attacking Sideswipe.
"Now Autobots," Jazz screamed,"Attack while they're focused on...Sideswipe? What in the name of Primus is he thinking?!?"
The battle continued to rage on until the Decepticons retreated away.

Sideswipe then screams,"THAT'S RIGHT,RUN YOU COWARDLY TIN C...(violently coughs)"
"Okay sideswipe,that's plenty for today.Lets get you to Ratchet so he can patch you up yet again."
"(cough cough) Yea sounds like a good idea."

Your sample post needs to be run through a spelling and grammar checker to take care of some of the mistakes there. I would also like to see a bit more then just action in the sample post so we can see if you have a good grasp of the character's personality and on the setting of the game.

Plaything wrote:Name: Blades
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Protectobots
Function: Air Support
Alt. mode: Bell UH-1Y Venom Helicopter
Weapons: Photon Pistol, Twin Armour Piercing “smart” Rocket Launchers, Rotor Blades (please?)
Height: 26 ft / 7.93 m
Quote: "War's a dirty game—and I'm a dirty player!”


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

Profile: [FROM: Hot Spot, Protectobot Leader TO: Autobot High Command,
RE: Request Dismissal of Internal Affairs Investigation #455.43]
I don't believe the incident in question [Cross Reference: Emergency Request #455.43, Iacon District] requires any further review. Yes, Blades did act with lethal force, but I believe he did so only out of necessity and completely within the boundaries of his duty. As always, he performed his primary air support function well. At the moment in question, he saw that he had to act decisively to save the innocent mechanoids in the market area, so he did so. True, he did take the unorthodox route of eviscerating the targets with his rotor blades in hand-to-hand combat, but it's no secret that Blades prefers one-on-one confrontations to long-range air attacks. Since the situation didn't specifically call for aerial tactics, I see no reason why Blades should be punished for acting in this fashion. The fact that he finds attacking from a distance unsporting compared to his “street fighting” techniques has never interfered with him doing his job, and he's always been a hard-working, enthusiastic, and loyal trooper—I can't ask for anything more from him.

Abilities: Blades has above-average strength and somewhat above-average intelligence. He's very good at his job, but he'd always rather exercise his unconventional “street fighting” style than attack from above. It's been said that he'd rather use his rotors to slash opponents than fly, and I can't argue that. In helicopter mode, he travels at 400 mph for up to 1,200 miles. In both modes, he's armed with two launchers that fire “smart” rockets; these rockets seek their targets based on digitally encoded images that they can record on the battlefield. In robot mode, he wields a photon pistol that fires intense beams of light. Whenever possible, Blades detaches his rotors for use in hand-to-hand combat.

Holomatter Avatar: A young, handsome man of about 25 attired in full helicopter pilot uniform, red and white dominating the colour scheme. He exhibits a fair complexion, sprightly blue eyes, and wavy, though tousled, dark brown hair. His hands are covered in strips of sports tape, suggesting the young man is involved in the sport of boxing or, perhaps, a form of martial art.

Weaknesses: Strong winds greatly interfere with Blades' flight in helicopter mode. Because of the punishment he puts his rotors through, they're prone to chips and fractures that require frequent maintenance.

Sample Post:

Orbit – Bridge of the Guardian

Rapid footfalls greeted the metallic flooring with a series of erratic clangs, the resulting dissonant tune echoing throughout the command bridge of the Guardian. The perpetrator continued this occupation for some time, conducting his form in one direction, stopping abruptly, then altering his course in another. Such a furious activity, it was, the repetitious movements laced in irritation.

“I can't fragging believe this! Hot Spot just takes off, leaving us here without a second thought! You know slag's gonna hit the fan when those Stunticons are involved. No doubt, I'll miss out on a serious scrap.” Blades discharged a heavy sigh. “Primus, I hate it when he does this...”

“Yo, Blades, don't be worrying.” Streetwise spun around in his chair – features arranged in a pleasant display – endeavouring to mollify the red and white helicopter. “I know, in times like these, Hot Spot goes crazy and hits the ground running, but he never leaves us in the dark. Once we get the word, you can bet your rotors we'll be down there with him helping out in every possible way we can.” His tone took on a more relaxed approach. “We just have to play it cool, for the time being.”

Blades' gaze was projected at his feet, ruminating on the possible scenarios – all abounding with chaos, of course. Still, Hot Spot remained a powerful representation flaring in his processor. Should his leader find himself in some difficulty, Blades would be right there, employing any means necessary to aid him. Emerging from his collection of thoughts, he nodded in agreement to Streetwise's reply. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

Blades, along with his fellow Protectobots, boasted a thorough understanding of Hot Spot's character. The blue fire engine responded in explosions of vigorous mobility, regardless of the situation; even without the support of his team, sometimes. It was just how he functioned on a solar cycle-to-solar cycle basis. Not that his absence helped to mitigate the red and white helicopter's aggravated state, in any case.

Realising his frustration contributed very little to their present condition, Blades composed himself as best he could. “I'll be in the training facility, if you need me, Street. Stretching my arms, if you know what I mean.”

(Could I please use this as my initial post for Blades?)

Bring his accuracy up to 7 and his charisma down to 5 and he should be good to go. Your sample post will not work as an initial post. I will make a post introing the rest of the Protectobots as temporary NPCs and then you can follow with a Blades post.

#Sideways# wrote://If it is too soon, thats OK, it gives me time to perfect it.

Name: Tidal Wave
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Naval Commander
Alt. mode: Iowa Class Battleship
Weapons: Ship guns placed on his shoulders and chest
Special Abilities: Extended range Sonar and Radar
Height: 64'
Quote: "HA! I sunk your Battleship!"

STRENGTH: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 3
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 5
FIREPOWER: 9
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 8
TECH SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: Assigned by RPG moderators.

Profile: Tidal Wave is a Naval Commander in the Decepticon Army, and prefers that all Autobots in sight die of a horrible and painful death. He has many of battles won on his rapsheet, and feels that he needs at least a thousand more before he can retire. He thinks that Decepticon defeat on the battlefield would be impossible wherever he is, which usually leads to rank outstepping. Wherever he goes, destruction follows him in epic proportions. Though he never really wants to get out of the water, he can transform into his massive robot mode, and take the battle to the Autobots. His sheer size however, leads to him being not very nimble, nor fast, but he makes up for it with firepower, for he can destroy most any Autobot with one direct hit, so most Autobots and Decepticons stay away from him, for fear of being in his blast range.

Abilities: In vehicle mode, he has three 9 × 16-inch (406 mm) / 50 cal. Mark 7 guns, two 20 × 5-inch (127 mm) / 38 cal. Mark 12 guns, three 80 × 40 mm / 56 cal. Bofors anti-aircraft guns, six 49 × 20 mm / 70 cal. Oerlikon anti-aircraft guns, all of these have a range up to 23.4 nautical miles. His vehicular max range is 14,890 miles without external fuel tanks at a speed of 15 knots. His accuracy doesn't have to be spot on, since the blast range of his shells is up to 4' away, and if the blast misses, the shockwave is still sure to strike uneasyness into his opponents. His biggest asset is his strength, second only to his firepower, he could rip a bot in two if he wanted to.

Holo-Matter Avatar: His Avatar is a human caucasian male as a weathered WWII ship captian, who boasts a stern look of disapproval on his face, along side with white stubble of a beard and mustache, and equally white hair threading out from under his captian's hat. The garb is a tan colored trousers, and shirt, the shirt brandishes colored bars on the right side of his chest, showing rank.

Weaknesses: His firepower and mind power may be great, but his vehicle mode is hindering if he wants to get somewhere fast, plus his robot mode is large and bulky, therefore, he is a slow moving target. Not to mention his sheer size and weight makes him nearly impossible to do anything technical, other than issue orders. Plus he can't go inside anywhere small, so he has to be left outside in dry-dock.

Sample Post:

Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, December 7, 1941

Tidal Wave was enjoying the fruits of shore leave in a tropical harbor that the humans call "Pearl Harbor". Though he was more prone to battle, it was nice to relax every once and a while.

Tidal Wave watched as the sun began to peak above the horizon out at sea, the sunlight glinted off of the waves, but there was something amiss, there was something familiar in the air, and Tidal Wave knew exactly what it was: it was the scent of war.

Tidal Wave fired up his radar, and sonar, and what he saw astonished him for what the humans could pull off, it was a Japanese strike squadron, his radar was picking up 353 Jap' fighter planes, bombers, and torpedo droppers in a strike formation, heading to Pearl Harbor, and in sonar, several Midget Submarines also in strike position.

Ugh, so much for shore leave! Tidal Wave thought to himself, as he began to point his AA Guns at the incoming fighter planes.

Tidal Wave wasn't the only one who had noticed the incoming planes and submarines, the human, so called "Americans" took notice as well, they also fired up their machinery to combat the planes.

He then fired all of his weaponry at the squadrons, his cannons creating a bowl of water around the mussle of the guns, and several explosions lit up the morning sky, it was beautiful.

The bombardment began soon after, many bombs exploded around him, bullets bouncing off of his outer shell as if gnats, and destruction all around him in a blurr, Tidal Wave was mesmurized in rage, and happiness.

Pathetic Humans... Meh, I think I should return to base... He thought to himself as he began to exit the harbor, slowly.

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted as a bomb dettonated an his starboard bow, causing his vehicle mode to rock violently, he checked his damage report:

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Hull Plating: 98%

Ammo Count: 75%

Fuel: 99%

Hydrolics: 100%

Engine Status: 100%

Tidal Wave was pleased at the status report, so he began to push harder on his engine, his speed became 15 knots, not the fastest speed, but he could get into bounce range.

He grunted as another bomb exploded of his port stern, now he was becoming a target, so he sped up even faster, he was now at top speed.

"Good-bye fair ladies... Good-bye fair laidies of Spain..." he sang to himself, he didn't know where the song originated, nor where Spain was, but it was a nice tune that human sailors sing to themselves, and being a seaman, he was apt to pick up habits.

Tidal Wave was now sure that he was in bounce range, so he sent out a signal to the Decepticon base, >>Starscream, I would prefer to be back from shore leave now, before I get assimilated into the Human Naval force.<<

Soon after a bright silvery light engulfed him, and in seconds he was back at base, in front of Mount St. Helens, Decepticon HQ.



//I hope this satisfies!

As indicated in the fanmade rules, characters of exceptional or unusual size require special permission to be created in the game. You do not have that permission. This character is far too overpowered with his size and alternate mode.

//Yeah, I kind of thought so, my exact thoughts were "Yeah, this guy is way to powerful... A mod wouldn't give this to a newb like me..." . I'll actually go ahead and put up two, count it, two applications to be approved or not, you can say "yay" to one or both, or "Nay" to both or one. I'm making a radical prediction right now, someone posting about this...

Application No. 1 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: 10
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

Arizona, two miles out of Las Vegas, Earth

Driving down a rural highway, seemingly empty, Ultra Magnus cruised in his vehicle mode, a white tractor trailer car-transport, through the desert terrain. He had picked the perfect spot to land, in the middle of a desert, where no humans were likely to live.

But he had miscalculated one aspect of Earth, the time of day. He had come down in broad daylight.

Eh, I think no one will see me. Magnus thought to himself if only to reassure himself that he hadn't messed up that badly.

His train of thought was violently disrupted by a course angry noise. The noise startled him, so he fired up his Holo-Matter avatar, and a green skinned Nebulan male appeared.

The noise soon revealed itself, a purple and yellow highlighted sports car sped to a halt at a red light; and Magnus behind him.

The car had two human males dressed in typical street-punk garb, and both were bobbing their heads to the rap music being played at the highest decibel possible on their stereos.

"Excuse me!!" Ultra Magnus yelled over the disrupting sound, it was getting to be an annoyance.

"Wut up, yo!?" One of the males called back.

"Could you please turn that racket off please!?" Ultra Magnus yelled back.

"Whatever, greenie-weenie!" The male then turned the noise louder.

Magnus would have done something about it, but firstly he wouldn't dare reveal himself to the humans, but then the red light turned green, and both were speeding down the highway again, and, thankfully, the car had tuned at the intersection.

//*Shotgun cocking* Oh yeah... *Kill Bill theme in background*

Application No.2 wrote:Scorponok

Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: High Commander of the Second Expansion Fleet
Alt. mode: Scorpion, Spacecraft
Weapons:
• Electron stinger
• Six twin photon cannons
• Support weaponry that includes lasers
Special Abilities:
• Enchanced sensors and radar equipment
Height: 66ft / 20.11m
Quote: "Only the weak fear death - the strong embrace it."


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

Profile: A firm, even fanatical believer of Megatron's ideology and goal of galactic conquest to protect the lesser races through force. A former officer of an infamous peacekeeping unit during the Golden Age of Cybertron earned a reputation of a cold, cruel and calculating Decepticon villain with mind of a wicked genius and aggressive streak miles wide already during the early days of Megatron's campaign. Grown frustrated with the cowardness, inaptitude and uneffectiviness of Cybertron's ruling class during the Golden Age of Cybertron, Scorponok was one of the first to join the Gladiator from Tarn when Megatron began his campaign to reclaim the past glory of Transformer race.

Being a commander in the Decepticon army requires a Transformer to be constantly on guard, physically and emotionally, while radiating an aura of fear and power. Thus, Scorponok actively works to hide a second, secret side of himself: the noble warrior who hopes the conflict will eventually be resolved to the benefit of all Cybertronians. He hides it well, but as time goes on and he has began to question the morality of his actions. Only time will tell if the vorns of projecting a cruel persona will completely overwhelm his more noble character, or finally break him down.

Scorponok is an accomplished soldier and military leader, being one of Megatron's top generals. As the leader of the Second Expansion Fleet, he is specialized on joining the fray when during the last two infiltration phases when the target world is presented the option of surrender. Scorponok has also been involved with many scientific experiments on both cybernetic and organic life.

Abilities: In his robot mode Scorponok stands almost two times as tall as Megatron. Scorponok possess monstrous strength and durability. In fact Scorponok's brute strength rivals even the strongests of Transformers; the omega sentinels. Physically there are very few that can claim being match for him. Scorponok is also the few mechanoids that have successfully gone through Shockwave's modifications to achieve ability to perform a secondary transformation - thus becoming a triplechanger, able to transform from robot into scorpion and spaceship/weaponsplatform. In his scorpion mode Scorponok's main weapon is a powerful electron stinger mounted to his tail that can shoot up to 50 megavolt electric bursts. In this mode he also has six devastating twin photon cannons with enough firepower to level a city block in few seconds. Scorponok also has some weaker support weaponry like blinding fire laser cannons attached all over his massive frame. All of the photon cannons are usable to Scorponok in his all modes. In robot mode he uses a claw-held anti-gravity gun. His spaceship mode has a full complement of scanners, communications equipment, offensive weapons batteries, and repair equipment. His main asset in melee combat are his enormously powerful xentronium claws which can crush even hardest of alloys with ease. Scorponok also possesses a remote controlable drone, Fast-Track, that he often uses to secure his back and perform functions he is not able to perform himself due to his claws.

Weaknesses: Scorponok's claws limit his functionality on tasks that require nimbleness. Fast-Track is his weakest point and the pain his drone unit suffers, Scorponok feels ten-fold. While fast in spaceship mode, Scorponok is not very maneuverable - the exact opposite of his scorpion mode. In addition to the earlier, Scorponok has no serious physical weaknesses but his self-doubt may end up being the weakness that eventually brings the gargantuan down.

Sample Post

Skies above Decepticon HQ

Scorponok was soaring above the Decepticon HQ, minding his own business, until the Autobots showed up, then he had to get involved.

Ooh, Autobot snacks! He thought proudly to himself as he turned down to face the Autobots below.

What he saw made his mouth salivate: Several Autobots, most too small for a challenge, but when he saw Jetfire, then the only thing he could think about is when his claws dig into the internal circuits of Jetfire.

"Autobot fool! You know us Decepticons keep to the skies! Let me fatten you up by making you eat lasers!" He called to Jefire as he fired his Photon Cannons at him.

He didn't really care wether or not they would hit him, but he did want something, the feeling of joy when Jetfire's faceplate is planted into the ground.

//I like big bots and I can not lie...

//Will these satisfy?

#Sideways# wrote://Yeah, I kind of thought so, my exact thoughts were "Yeah, this guy is way to powerful... A mod wouldn't give this to a newb like me..." . I'll actually go ahead and put up two, count it, two applications to be approved or not, you can say "yay" to one or both, or "Nay" to both or one. I'm making a radical prediction right now, someone posting about this...

Application No. 1 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: 10
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

Arizona, two miles out of Las Vegas, Earth

Driving down a rural highway, seemingly empty, Ultra Magnus cruised in his vehicle mode, a white tractor trailer car-transport, through the desert terrain. He had picked the perfect spot to land, in the middle of a desert, where no humans were likely to live.

But he had miscalculated one aspect of Earth, the time of day. He had come down in broad daylight.

Eh, I think no one will see me. Magnus thought to himself if only to reassure himself that he hadn't messed up that badly.

His train of thought was violently disrupted by a course angry noise. The noise startled him, so he fired up his Holo-Matter avatar, and a green skinned Nebulan male appeared.

The noise soon revealed itself, a purple and yellow highlighted sports car sped to a halt at a red light; and Magnus behind him.

The car had two human males dressed in typical street-punk garb, and both were bobbing their heads to the rap music being played at the highest decibel possible on their stereos.

"Excuse me!!" Ultra Magnus yelled over the disrupting sound, it was getting to be an annoyance.

"Wut up, yo!?" One of the males called back.

"Could you please turn that racket off please!?" Ultra Magnus yelled back.

"Whatever, greenie-weenie!" The male then turned the noise louder.

Magnus would have done something about it, but firstly he wouldn't dare reveal himself to the humans, but then the red light turned green, and both were speeding down the highway again, and, thankfully, the car had tuned at the intersection.

//*Shotgun cocking* Oh yeah... *Kill Bill theme in background*

Application No.2 wrote:Scorponok

Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: High Commander of the Second Expansion Fleet
Alt. mode: Scorpion, Spacecraft
Weapons:
• Electron stinger
• Six twin photon cannons
• Support weaponry that includes lasers
Special Abilities:
• Enchanced sensors and radar equipment
Height: 66ft / 20.11m
Quote: "Only the weak fear death - the strong embrace it."


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

Profile: A firm, even fanatical believer of Megatron's ideology and goal of galactic conquest to protect the lesser races through force. A former officer of an infamous peacekeeping unit during the Golden Age of Cybertron earned a reputation of a cold, cruel and calculating Decepticon villain with mind of a wicked genius and aggressive streak miles wide already during the early days of Megatron's campaign. Grown frustrated with the cowardness, inaptitude and uneffectiviness of Cybertron's ruling class during the Golden Age of Cybertron, Scorponok was one of the first to join the Gladiator from Tarn when Megatron began his campaign to reclaim the past glory of Transformer race.

Being a commander in the Decepticon army requires a Transformer to be constantly on guard, physically and emotionally, while radiating an aura of fear and power. Thus, Scorponok actively works to hide a second, secret side of himself: the noble warrior who hopes the conflict will eventually be resolved to the benefit of all Cybertronians. He hides it well, but as time goes on and he has began to question the morality of his actions. Only time will tell if the vorns of projecting a cruel persona will completely overwhelm his more noble character, or finally break him down.

Scorponok is an accomplished soldier and military leader, being one of Megatron's top generals. As the leader of the Second Expansion Fleet, he is specialized on joining the fray when during the last two infiltration phases when the target world is presented the option of surrender. Scorponok has also been involved with many scientific experiments on both cybernetic and organic life.

Abilities: In his robot mode Scorponok stands almost two times as tall as Megatron. Scorponok possess monstrous strength and durability. In fact Scorponok's brute strength rivals even the strongests of Transformers; the omega sentinels. Physically there are very few that can claim being match for him. Scorponok is also the few mechanoids that have successfully gone through Shockwave's modifications to achieve ability to perform a secondary transformation - thus becoming a triplechanger, able to transform from robot into scorpion and spaceship/weaponsplatform. In his scorpion mode Scorponok's main weapon is a powerful electron stinger mounted to his tail that can shoot up to 50 megavolt electric bursts. In this mode he also has six devastating twin photon cannons with enough firepower to level a city block in few seconds. Scorponok also has some weaker support weaponry like blinding fire laser cannons attached all over his massive frame. All of the photon cannons are usable to Scorponok in his all modes. In robot mode he uses a claw-held anti-gravity gun. His spaceship mode has a full complement of scanners, communications equipment, offensive weapons batteries, and repair equipment. His main asset in melee combat are his enormously powerful xentronium claws which can crush even hardest of alloys with ease. Scorponok also possesses a remote controlable drone, Fast-Track, that he often uses to secure his back and perform functions he is not able to perform himself due to his claws.

Weaknesses: Scorponok's claws limit his functionality on tasks that require nimbleness. Fast-Track is his weakest point and the pain his drone unit suffers, Scorponok feels ten-fold. While fast in spaceship mode, Scorponok is not very maneuverable - the exact opposite of his scorpion mode. In addition to the earlier, Scorponok has no serious physical weaknesses but his self-doubt may end up being the weakness that eventually brings the gargantuan down.

Sample Post

Skies above Decepticon HQ

Scorponok was soaring above the Decepticon HQ, minding his own business, until the Autobots showed up, then he had to get involved.

Ooh, Autobot snacks! He thought proudly to himself as he turned down to face the Autobots below.

What he saw made his mouth salivate: Several Autobots, most too small for a challenge, but when he saw Jetfire, then the only thing he could think about is when his claws dig into the internal circuits of Jetfire.

"Autobot fool! You know us Decepticons keep to the skies! Let me fatten you up by making you eat lasers!" He called to Jefire as he fired his Photon Cannons at him.

He didn't really care wether or not they would hit him, but he did want something, the feeling of joy when Jetfire's faceplate is planted into the ground.

//I like big bots and I can not lie...

//Will these satisfy?

First of all, I told you a while ago that you are not going to get any other characters until you have played Jazz for sometime and improved on your writing. Ultra Magnus denied. Scorponok is being played by Cryhavok, so that's a denial. Please so not apply for anymore characters. After a few months contact either Deva or myself and we will make a decision on whether or not you may apply for another character.

Name: Ramplate
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: N/A
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Hovertank
Pic Here
Weapons: Double barrelled Mass driver (Cannon in tank mode, hand held in robot mode), Energon mace, twin shoulder-mounted pulse micro-lasers
Special Abilities: Distinctive ramplate becomes an arm-mounted ablative shield that allows for more protection when in robot mode.
Height: 36 feet
Quotes: "Hitting things doesn't take a quantum processor, it's just what I'm good at!"
"Hit fast, hit hard, leave nothing but scrap, and let nothing bar your way."

Rank: Determined by the staff.

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

Profile: Simple, direct, efficient.... brutal. These are the words that Ramplate lives by. To him, trying to explain what he does is tiring, distracting, and above all boring. If he doesn't like someone he's more likely to either walk away from them, or shoot them, he doesn't have time for trivial niceties. This is in part to a massive intolerance in regards to what he deems as obstacles. Whereas in most Decepticons though this could be a potential problem when facing opposition for a greater position, Ramplate seems to reserve this for obstacles to the Decepticon cause as opposed to individuals. To him, a fellow 'Con trying to muscle his way past him higher up the chain isn't an obstacle unless he really needs it, it's just the usual business. Otherwise, Ramplate has a 'Live and let live' mentality. If you're an Autobot on the other hand, you're nothing more than a walking piece of scrap that doesn't realize it's been smelted yet.

Abilities: Ramplate is a very tough nut to crack. His overly thick armor plating and integrity fields allow him to shrug off all but the most powerful of hits. His shield also allows him to barrel his way through enemies before laying into them with mace and weapons fire. In hover-tank mode, he can reach speeds of up to 250 mph on the ground, with a variable ground clearance between 3 and 30 feet, giving him the ability to 'jump' in alt mode overtop of most Transformers.

His main ranged armament is his mass driver rifle, which can fire pieces of shrapnel like a shotgun or a solid slug at speeds of up to Mach 2, either of which is enough to penetrate most armor plating. His shoulder-mounted micro pulse lasers are used to ward off enemy missiles as well as disorient and distract his opponents. Finally, Ramplate's energo-mace can be used to crush through the thickest of armor or batter down the strongest gates in time, its tooth-like projections tearing as much as it bludgeons.

Weaknesses: Despite his image as one of the toughest Decepticons, Ramplate actually has a number of vulnerabilities. His large size makes delicate work or grace impossible, and he can be a bit of a clutz at times. This is even worse in his alt mode, as turning at high speeds can easily result in skidding or rollovers that can cause severe damage, usually to others, but can be as hazardous to himself as well, depending on the conditions. Also, while his mass driver is powerful, its scatter effect means that hitting only a single target in a group is impossible, making it likely in a melee that he'd wind up hitting allies, and even in rifle mode is less accurate as a result of the requirement of using two types of ammunition (Effectively reducing his accuracy stat by 1). Solid projectile ammunition is usually looked down on in Cybertronian weaponry, but given how he can use scrap from fallen foes to fuel it, this isn't as much of a problem as others might think. His micro-pulse lasers are also underpowered, having only enough strength to act as a spot welder or laser strobe at long ranges, and even in close needs to be sustained to do any kind of horrific damage, which can overheat them.

Finally, his gruff mannerisms and distaste for explanations before action have a tendency to get him in lots of trouble with his superiors, especially when it winds up forcing them to set aside their plots and schemes. Cunning manipulators are the bane of Ramplate's existence, and they seem to share the same mentality towards him.

Sample Post:

Incandescent flames sparked and roared into existence, brought about as a beam of coherent light speared into the energon tank of the Decepticon warrior Darkstorm, causing the mech to let out a garbled electronic shriek as the multi-colored flames licked up into his internal structure and slagged his circuits and systems from within. As Darkstorm fell backwards, clanging off the ground behind the squad's makeshift cover with his optics melting out of his head, Ramplate peeked up over the edge of the debris, seeing the Autobot that had snuffed out Darkstorm duck back into cover. Grimacing behind the intake plate covering his mouth, the tank-mech ducked back down and looked at the other members of his unit still functional. Two car-formers and a rocket-vehicle. Cursing to himself, the tank-bot picked out the rocket-con, Salvo, and called out. "You and Nitro give us cover fire, while Bandit and I try to flank around them!" The other 'Cons nodded, before Ramplate and one of the car-mechs broke off from them.

Within seconds, Salvo and Nitro started firing at the Autobot's positions, while the two others crouched and shuffle-ran down the makeshift trenches of scrap. As they rounded a bend though, they came almost face to face with a trio of Autobots that apparently had come up with the same idea as they had! "Look out!" Bandit called, the red-painted car-mech taking a shot over the larger Decepticon's shoulder and tagging an Autobot scout with a bowl-like helm-design in the shoulder, wounding him but not incapacitating him.

In response, the lead Autobot, a gold-plated model that had tracks instead of wheels, fired with his own rifle, an antimatter weapon from the looks of it. The shot collided with Ramplate's shield, causing his arm to buck and almost slam back into him, and tore a deep chunk out of the heavy destronium alloy. This only enraged the Decepticon, who picked up speed and rammed both shield and shoulder into the Autobot, tossing him back off his feet. The last Autobot tried to grapple with Ramplate, but Bandit had taken the opportunity to close as well, drawing an energo blade and attempting to thrust it into the Autobot's primary fuel pump. Unfortunately, the red-plated warrior had underestimated his opponent, as the green-painted Autobot was able to grab onto Bandit's arm and use the leverage for a shoulder throw.

The first Autobot seemed to have recovered from his lapse and fired his blaster into Ramplate's side, causing the grey-and-blue warrior to grunt before turning, his energo-mace forming and unfolding from its carrier in his right forearm, and smashing into the Autobot's pelvic assembly, shearing through one hip and ripping the other almost completely off with the torque of the blow alone, causing the bowl-helmed 'bot to scream as energon flew out of his torn lines. Seemingly enraged by his brother's demise, the gold plated one roared out and charged, tackling Ramplate and pushing him into a wall. The two were of similar size, but surprisingly this Autobot turned out to be even stronger than he was! Pushing back against the gold-plated mech's hands, which slowly reached closer to the tank-con's ice-blue optics as his arms creaked, the Autobot's own eyes narrowed into green slits with a dark grin...

Too late though the Autobot realized that something had popped out of Ramplate's shoulders, and confusion gave way to sheer agony as the Decepticon fired his micro-pulse lasers directly into his foe's optics, melting the lenses and slagging the delicate electronics there. In a howl of pain, the tracked mech reached for his head, which gave the silver-plated tank-bot a clear shot at his chest, shattering that shiny gold with a swing of his mace that caved in the mech's chest. Crippled, the poor would-be hero wasn't even able to see the foot that finished him off, caving in his chest and crushing the spark case.

The last Autobot had managed to get the upper hand on Bandit though, and inch by inch was able to push the red Decepticon's own blade into his chest armor, causing the car-former to scream as he felt it part through his circuits, before it severed a fuel line. Within astroseconds, the light went out of Bandit's optics, and he slumped over, pinned to the wall by his own sword like a cyber-bee on display. Grinning in triumph, the green-painted Autobot turned... only to find himself staring down the twin barrels of Ramplate's mass driver. Not a sound escaped the mech's vocalizer, until it was torn apart in a spray of shrapnel that ripped the Autobot warrior's head clean off his shoulders.

As the broken shell fell to the ground, Ramplate looked down the trench. Seeing that no other Autobot surprises were there, he started down it once more, stomping along the path with a grim sense of eager rage....







Note: I hope this meets with your approval. I based him more on the War for Cybertron G1 'verse, but I know that the rpg doesn't necessarily follow that, and so I've left the whole 'past and reasons behind his joining the Decepticons' open.

Name: Blades
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Protectobots
Function: Air Support
Alt. mode: Bell UH-1Y Venom Helicopter
Weapons: Photon Pistol, Twin Armour Piercing “smart” Rocket Launchers, Rotor Blades
Height: 26 ft / 7.93 m
Quote: "War's a dirty game—and I'm a dirty player!”


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

Profile: [FROM: Hot Spot, Protectobot Leader TO: Autobot High Command,
RE: Request Dismissal of Internal Affairs Investigation #455.43]
I don't believe the incident in question [Cross Reference: Emergency Request #455.43, Iacon District] requires any further review. Yes, Blades did act with lethal force, but I believe he did so only out of necessity and completely within the boundaries of his duty. As always, he performed his primary air support function well. At the moment in question, he saw that he had to act decisively to save the innocent mechanoids in the market area, so he did so. True, he did take the unorthodox route of eviscerating the targets with his rotor blades in hand-to-hand combat, but it's no secret that Blades prefers one-on-one confrontations to long-range air attacks. Since the situation didn't specifically call for aerial tactics, I see no reason why Blades should be punished for acting in this fashion. The fact that he finds attacking from a distance unsporting compared to his “street fighting” techniques has never interfered with him doing his job, and he's always been a hard-working, enthusiastic, and loyal trooper—I can't ask for anything more from him.

Abilities: Blades has above-average strength and somewhat above-average intelligence. He's very good at his job, but he'd always rather exercise his unconventional “street fighting” style than attack from above. It's been said that he'd rather use his rotors to slash opponents than fly, and I can't argue that. In helicopter mode, he travels at 400 mph for up to 1,200 miles. In both modes, he's armed with two launchers that fire “smart” rockets; these rockets seek their targets based on digitally encoded images that they can record on the battlefield. In robot mode, he wields a photon pistol that fires intense beams of light. Whenever possible, Blades detaches his rotors for use in hand-to-hand combat.

Holomatter Avatar: A handsome man of about 25 attired in full helicopter pilot uniform, red and white dominating the colour scheme. He exhibits a fair complexion, sprightly blue eyes, and wavy, though tousled, dark brown hair. His hands are covered in strips of sports tape, suggesting the young man is involved in the sport of boxing or, perhaps, a form of martial art.

Weaknesses: Strong winds greatly interfere with Blades' flight in helicopter mode. Because of the punishment he puts his rotors through, they're prone to chips and fractures that require frequent maintenance.

Sample Post:

Rapid footfalls greeted the metallic flooring with a series of erratic clangs, the resulting dissonant tune echoing throughout the command bridge of the Guardian. The perpetrator continued this occupation for some time, conducting his form in one direction, stopping abruptly, then altering his course in another. Such a furious activity, it was, the repetitious movements laced with irritation.

“I can't fragging believe this! Hot Spot just takes off, leaving us here without a second thought! You know slag's gonna hit the fan when those Stunticons are involved. I bet I'll miss out on a serious scrap, too.” Blades discharged a heavy sigh. “Primus, I hate it when he does this...”

“Yo, Blades, don't be worrying.” Streetwise spun around in his chair – features arranged in a pleasant display – endeavouring to mollify the red and white helicopter. “I know, in times like these, Hot Spot goes crazy and hits the ground running, but he never leaves us in the dark. Once we get the word, you can bet your rotors we'll be down there with him helping out in every possible way we can.” His tone took on a more relaxed approach. “We just have to play it cool, for the time being.”

Blades' gaze was projected at his feet, ruminating on the possible scenarios – all abounding with chaos. Hot Spot, of course, remained a powerful representation flaring in his processor. Should his leader find himself immersed in a scene of difficulty, Blades would be right there, employing any means necessary to aid him. Besides, it would give him an adequate reason to exert his ferocious style of combat.

Emerging from his collection of thoughts, he nodded in agreement to Streetwise's reply. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

Blades, along with his fellow Protectobots, boasted a thorough understanding of Hot Spot's character. The blue fire engine responded in explosions of vigorous mobility, regardless of the situation; even without the support of his team, sometimes. It was just how he functioned on a solar cycle-to-solar cycle basis. Not that his absence helped to mitigate the red and white helicopter's aggravated disposition, at any rate.

Realising his frustration contributed very little to their present condition, Blades composed himself as best he could. “I'll be in the training facility, if you need me, Street. Stretching my arms, if you know what I mean.”

Ember wrote:First of all, I told you a while ago that you are not going to get any other characters until you have played Jazz for sometime and improved on your writing. Ultra Magnus denied. Scorponok is being played by Cryhavok, so that's a denial. Please so not apply for anymore characters. After a few months contact either Deva or myself and we will make a decision on whether or not you may apply for another character.

Okay! I'll wait a month or two, before I give out this one that I'm applying for right now! Just kidding! Okay, thanks for the advice!

Ramplate wrote:Name: Ramplate
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: N/A
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Hovertank
Pic Here
Weapons: Double barrelled Mass driver (Cannon in tank mode, hand held in robot mode), Energon mace, twin shoulder-mounted pulse micro-lasers
Special Abilities: Distinctive ramplate becomes an arm-mounted ablative shield that allows for more protection when in robot mode.
Height: 36 feet
Quotes: "Hitting things doesn't take a quantum processor, it's just what I'm good at!"
"Hit fast, hit hard, leave nothing but scrap, and let nothing bar your way."

Rank: Determined by the staff.

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

Profile: Simple, direct, efficient.... brutal. These are the words that Ramplate lives by. To him, trying to explain what he does is tiring, distracting, and above all boring. If he doesn't like someone he's more likely to either walk away from them, or shoot them, he doesn't have time for trivial niceties. This is in part to a massive intolerance in regards to what he deems as obstacles. Whereas in most Decepticons though this could be a potential problem when facing opposition for a greater position, Ramplate seems to reserve this for obstacles to the Decepticon cause as opposed to individuals. To him, a fellow 'Con trying to muscle his way past him higher up the chain isn't an obstacle unless he really needs it, it's just the usual business. Otherwise, Ramplate has a 'Live and let live' mentality. If you're an Autobot on the other hand, you're nothing more than a walking piece of scrap that doesn't realize it's been smelted yet.

Abilities: Ramplate is a very tough nut to crack. His overly thick armor plating and integrity fields allow him to shrug off all but the most powerful of hits. His shield also allows him to barrel his way through enemies before laying into them with mace and weapons fire. In hover-tank mode, he can reach speeds of up to 250 mph on the ground, with a variable ground clearance between 3 and 30 feet, giving him the ability to 'jump' in alt mode overtop of most Transformers.

His main ranged armament is his mass driver rifle, which can fire pieces of shrapnel like a shotgun or a solid slug at speeds of up to Mach 2, either of which is enough to penetrate most armor plating. His shoulder-mounted micro pulse lasers are used to ward off enemy missiles as well as disorient and distract his opponents. Finally, Ramplate's energo-mace can be used to crush through the thickest of armor or batter down the strongest gates in time, its tooth-like projections tearing as much as it bludgeons.

Weaknesses: Despite his image as one of the toughest Decepticons, Ramplate actually has a number of vulnerabilities. His large size makes delicate work or grace impossible, and he can be a bit of a clutz at times. This is even worse in his alt mode, as turning at high speeds can easily result in skidding or rollovers that can cause severe damage, usually to others, but can be as hazardous to himself as well, depending on the conditions. Also, while his mass driver is powerful, its scatter effect means that hitting only a single target in a group is impossible, making it likely in a melee that he'd wind up hitting allies, and even in rifle mode is less accurate as a result of the requirement of using two types of ammunition (Effectively reducing his accuracy stat by 1). Solid projectile ammunition is usually looked down on in Cybertronian weaponry, but given how he can use scrap from fallen foes to fuel it, this isn't as much of a problem as others might think. His micro-pulse lasers are also underpowered, having only enough strength to act as a spot welder or laser strobe at long ranges, and even in close needs to be sustained to do any kind of horrific damage, which can overheat them.

Finally, his gruff mannerisms and distaste for explanations before action have a tendency to get him in lots of trouble with his superiors, especially when it winds up forcing them to set aside their plots and schemes. Cunning manipulators are the bane of Ramplate's existence, and they seem to share the same mentality towards him.

Sample Post:

Incandescent flames sparked and roared into existence, brought about as a beam of coherent light speared into the energon tank of the Decepticon warrior Darkstorm, causing the mech to let out a garbled electronic shriek as the multi-colored flames licked up into his internal structure and slagged his circuits and systems from within. As Darkstorm fell backwards, clanging off the ground behind the squad's makeshift cover with his optics melting out of his head, Ramplate peeked up over the edge of the debris, seeing the Autobot that had snuffed out Darkstorm duck back into cover. Grimacing behind the intake plate covering his mouth, the tank-mech ducked back down and looked at the other members of his unit still functional. Two car-formers and a rocket-vehicle. Cursing to himself, the tank-bot picked out the rocket-con, Salvo, and called out. "You and Nitro give us cover fire, while Bandit and I try to flank around them!" The other 'Cons nodded, before Ramplate and one of the car-mechs broke off from them.

Within seconds, Salvo and Nitro started firing at the Autobot's positions, while the two others crouched and shuffle-ran down the makeshift trenches of scrap. As they rounded a bend though, they came almost face to face with a trio of Autobots that apparently had come up with the same idea as they had! "Look out!" Bandit called, the red-painted car-mech taking a shot over the larger Decepticon's shoulder and tagging an Autobot scout with a bowl-like helm-design in the shoulder, wounding him but not incapacitating him.

In response, the lead Autobot, a gold-plated model that had tracks instead of wheels, fired with his own rifle, an antimatter weapon from the looks of it. The shot collided with Ramplate's shield, causing his arm to buck and almost slam back into him, and tore a deep chunk out of the heavy destronium alloy. This only enraged the Decepticon, who picked up speed and rammed both shield and shoulder into the Autobot, tossing him back off his feet. The last Autobot tried to grapple with Ramplate, but Bandit had taken the opportunity to close as well, drawing an energo blade and attempting to thrust it into the Autobot's primary fuel pump. Unfortunately, the red-plated warrior had underestimated his opponent, as the green-painted Autobot was able to grab onto Bandit's arm and use the leverage for a shoulder throw.

The first Autobot seemed to have recovered from his lapse and fired his blaster into Ramplate's side, causing the grey-and-blue warrior to grunt before turning, his energo-mace forming and unfolding from its carrier in his right forearm, and smashing into the Autobot's pelvic assembly, shearing through one hip and ripping the other almost completely off with the torque of the blow alone, causing the bowl-helmed 'bot to scream as energon flew out of his torn lines. Seemingly enraged by his brother's demise, the gold plated one roared out and charged, tackling Ramplate and pushing him into a wall. The two were of similar size, but surprisingly this Autobot turned out to be even stronger than he was! Pushing back against the gold-plated mech's hands, which slowly reached closer to the tank-con's ice-blue optics as his arms creaked, the Autobot's own eyes narrowed into green slits with a dark grin...

Too late though the Autobot realized that something had popped out of Ramplate's shoulders, and confusion gave way to sheer agony as the Decepticon fired his micro-pulse lasers directly into his foe's optics, melting the lenses and slagging the delicate electronics there. In a howl of pain, the tracked mech reached for his head, which gave the silver-plated tank-bot a clear shot at his chest, shattering that shiny gold with a swing of his mace that caved in the mech's chest. Crippled, the poor would-be hero wasn't even able to see the foot that finished him off, caving in his chest and crushing the spark case.

The last Autobot had managed to get the upper hand on Bandit though, and inch by inch was able to push the red Decepticon's own blade into his chest armor, causing the car-former to scream as he felt it part through his circuits, before it severed a fuel line. Within astroseconds, the light went out of Bandit's optics, and he slumped over, pinned to the wall by his own sword like a cyber-bee on display. Grinning in triumph, the green-painted Autobot turned... only to find himself staring down the twin barrels of Ramplate's mass driver. Not a sound escaped the mech's vocalizer, until it was torn apart in a spray of shrapnel that ripped the Autobot warrior's head clean off his shoulders.

As the broken shell fell to the ground, Ramplate looked down the trench. Seeing that no other Autobot surprises were there, he started down it once more, stomping along the path with a grim sense of eager rage....







Note: I hope this meets with your approval. I based him more on the War for Cybertron G1 'verse, but I know that the rpg doesn't necessarily follow that, and so I've left the whole 'past and reasons behind his joining the Decepticons' open.

Excellent profile and sample post. There are just a couple of issues with it that I hope we can work out. First you did use 71 points on stats, so we need to shave a point off somewhere. Charisma perhaps? It is up to you though.

The other issue is a bit more tricky. We are going to be steering things back to more of a focus on Earth and there his alternate mode might be a bit limiting. You could still use it if you want but it might leave him out of some missions. I don't know how much difficulty you will have finding an earth appropriate alternate mode. Let me know if you need any help and I'll do my best to assist you.

Edited the Charisma stat, not like he really needs it to get the job done . As for an Earth based alt mode... I really would like him to keep his hover-tank alt mode... But perhaps he could be based on an experimental Earth version?

To get an idea, the pic I supplied with would be his Earth based one, with his cannon turning into the mass driver rifle with dual over-and-under style barrels. His Cybertronian version though, would look more like WFC Brawl's hovertank mode

Here

That way maybe he could be used to infiltrate Earth's defences... Just an idea, but it would work given the Decepticon's modus operandi.

Ramplate wrote:Edited the Charisma stat, not like he really needs it to get the job done . As for an Earth based alt mode... I really would like him to keep his hover-tank alt mode... But perhaps he could be based on an experimental Earth version?

To get an idea, the pic I supplied with would be his Earth based one, with his cannon turning into the mass driver rifle with dual over-and-under style barrels. His Cybertronian version though, would look more like WFC Brawl's hovertank mode

Here

That way maybe he could be used to infiltrate Earth's defences... Just an idea, but it would work given the Decepticon's modus operandi.

Please repost the entire updated application.

Name: Ramplate
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: N/A
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Hovertank
Pic Here
Weapons: Double barrelled Mass driver (Cannon in tank mode, hand held in robot mode), Energon mace, twin shoulder-mounted pulse micro-lasers
Special Abilities: Distinctive ramplate becomes an arm-mounted ablative shield that allows for more protection when in robot mode.
Height: 36 feet
Quotes: "Hitting things doesn't take a quantum processor, it's just what I'm good at!"
"Hit fast, hit hard, leave nothing but scrap, and let nothing bar your way."

Rank: Determined by the staff.

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

Profile: Simple, direct, efficient.... brutal. These are the words that Ramplate lives by. To him, trying to explain what he does is tiring, distracting, and above all boring. If he doesn't like someone he's more likely to either walk away from them, or shoot them, he doesn't have time for trivial niceties. This is in part to a massive intolerance in regards to what he deems as obstacles. Whereas in most Decepticons though this could be a potential problem when facing opposition for a greater position, Ramplate seems to reserve this for obstacles to the Decepticon cause as opposed to individuals. To him, a fellow 'Con trying to muscle his way past him higher up the chain isn't an obstacle unless he really needs it, it's just the usual business. Otherwise, Ramplate has a 'Live and let live' mentality. If you're an Autobot on the other hand, you're nothing more than a walking piece of scrap that doesn't realize it's been smelted yet.

Abilities: Ramplate is a very tough nut to crack. His overly thick armor plating and integrity fields allow him to shrug off all but the most powerful of hits. His shield also allows him to barrel his way through enemies before laying into them with mace and weapons fire. In hover-tank mode, he can reach speeds of up to 250 mph on the ground, with a variable ground clearance between 3 and 30 feet, giving him the ability to 'jump' in alt mode overtop of most Transformers.

His main ranged armament is his mass driver rifle, which can fire pieces of shrapnel like a shotgun or a solid slug at speeds of up to Mach 2, either of which is enough to penetrate most armor plating. His shoulder-mounted micro pulse lasers are used to ward off enemy missiles as well as disorient and distract his opponents. Finally, Ramplate's energo-mace can be used to crush through the thickest of armor or batter down the strongest gates in time, its tooth-like projections tearing as much as it bludgeons.

Weaknesses: Despite his image as one of the toughest Decepticons, Ramplate actually has a number of vulnerabilities. His large size makes delicate work or grace impossible, and he can be a bit of a clutz at times. This is even worse in his alt mode, as turning at high speeds can easily result in skidding or rollovers that can cause severe damage, usually to others, but can be as hazardous to himself as well, depending on the conditions. Also, while his mass driver is powerful, its scatter effect means that hitting only a single target in a group is impossible, making it likely in a melee that he'd wind up hitting allies, and even in rifle mode is less accurate as a result of the requirement of using two types of ammunition (Effectively reducing his accuracy stat by 1). Solid projectile ammunition is usually looked down on in Cybertronian weaponry, but given how he can use scrap from fallen foes to fuel it, this isn't as much of a problem as others might think. His micro-pulse lasers are also underpowered, having only enough strength to act as a spot welder or laser strobe at long ranges, and even in close needs to be sustained to do any kind of horrific damage, which can overheat them.

Finally, his gruff mannerisms and distaste for explanations before action have a tendency to get him in lots of trouble with his superiors, especially when it winds up forcing them to set aside their plots and schemes. Cunning manipulators are the bane of Ramplate's existence, and they seem to share the same mentality towards him.

Sample Post:

Incandescent flames sparked and roared into existence, brought about as a beam of coherent light speared into the energon tank of the Decepticon warrior Darkstorm, causing the mech to let out a garbled electronic shriek as the multi-colored flames licked up into his internal structure and slagged his circuits and systems from within. As Darkstorm fell backwards, clanging off the ground behind the squad's makeshift cover with his optics melting out of his head, Ramplate peeked up over the edge of the debris, seeing the Autobot that had snuffed out Darkstorm duck back into cover. Grimacing behind the intake plate covering his mouth, the tank-mech ducked back down and looked at the other members of his unit still functional. Two car-formers and a rocket-vehicle. Cursing to himself, the tank-bot picked out the rocket-con, Salvo, and called out. "You and Nitro give us cover fire, while Bandit and I try to flank around them!" The other 'Cons nodded, before Ramplate and one of the car-mechs broke off from them.

Within seconds, Salvo and Nitro started firing at the Autobot's positions, while the two others crouched and shuffle-ran down the makeshift trenches of scrap. As they rounded a bend though, they came almost face to face with a trio of Autobots that apparently had come up with the same idea as they had! "Look out!" Bandit called, the red-painted car-mech taking a shot over the larger Decepticon's shoulder and tagging an Autobot scout with a bowl-like helm-design in the shoulder, wounding him but not incapacitating him.

In response, the lead Autobot, a gold-plated model that had tracks instead of wheels, fired with his own rifle, an antimatter weapon from the looks of it. The shot collided with Ramplate's shield, causing his arm to buck and almost slam back into him, and tore a deep chunk out of the heavy destronium alloy. This only enraged the Decepticon, who picked up speed and rammed both shield and shoulder into the Autobot, tossing him back off his feet. The last Autobot tried to grapple with Ramplate, but Bandit had taken the opportunity to close as well, drawing an energo blade and attempting to thrust it into the Autobot's primary fuel pump. Unfortunately, the red-plated warrior had underestimated his opponent, as the green-painted Autobot was able to grab onto Bandit's arm and use the leverage for a shoulder throw.

The first Autobot seemed to have recovered from his lapse and fired his blaster into Ramplate's side, causing the grey-and-blue warrior to grunt before turning, his energo-mace forming and unfolding from its carrier in his right forearm, and smashing into the Autobot's pelvic assembly, shearing through one hip and ripping the other almost completely off with the torque of the blow alone, causing the bowl-helmed 'bot to scream as energon flew out of his torn lines. Seemingly enraged by his brother's demise, the gold plated one roared out and charged, tackling Ramplate and pushing him into a wall. The two were of similar size, but surprisingly this Autobot turned out to be even stronger than he was! Pushing back against the gold-plated mech's hands, which slowly reached closer to the tank-con's ice-blue optics as his arms creaked, the Autobot's own eyes narrowed into green slits with a dark grin...

Too late though the Autobot realized that something had popped out of Ramplate's shoulders, and confusion gave way to sheer agony as the Decepticon fired his micro-pulse lasers directly into his foe's optics, melting the lenses and slagging the delicate electronics there. In a howl of pain, the tracked mech reached for his head, which gave the silver-plated tank-bot a clear shot at his chest, shattering that shiny gold with a swing of his mace that caved in the mech's chest. Crippled, the poor would-be hero wasn't even able to see the foot that finished him off, caving in his chest and crushing the spark case.

The last Autobot had managed to get the upper hand on Bandit though, and inch by inch was able to push the red Decepticon's own blade into his chest armor, causing the car-former to scream as he felt it part through his circuits, before it severed a fuel line. Within astroseconds, the light went out of Bandit's optics, and he slumped over, pinned to the wall by his own sword like a cyber-bee on display. Grinning in triumph, the green-painted Autobot turned... only to find himself staring down the twin barrels of Ramplate's mass driver. Not a sound escaped the mech's vocalizer, until it was torn apart in a spray of shrapnel that ripped the Autobot warrior's head clean off his shoulders.

As the broken shell fell to the ground, Ramplate looked down the trench. Seeing that no other Autobot surprises were there, he started down it once more, stomping along the path with a grim sense of eager rage....

Plaything wrote:Name: Blades
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Protectobots
Function: Air Support
Alt. mode: Bell UH-1Y Venom Helicopter
Weapons: Photon Pistol, Twin Armour Piercing “smart” Rocket Launchers, Rotor Blades
Height: 26 ft / 7.93 m
Quote: "War's a dirty game—and I'm a dirty player!”


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

Profile: [FROM: Hot Spot, Protectobot Leader TO: Autobot High Command,
RE: Request Dismissal of Internal Affairs Investigation #455.43]
I don't believe the incident in question [Cross Reference: Emergency Request #455.43, Iacon District] requires any further review. Yes, Blades did act with lethal force, but I believe he did so only out of necessity and completely within the boundaries of his duty. As always, he performed his primary air support function well. At the moment in question, he saw that he had to act decisively to save the innocent mechanoids in the market area, so he did so. True, he did take the unorthodox route of eviscerating the targets with his rotor blades in hand-to-hand combat, but it's no secret that Blades prefers one-on-one confrontations to long-range air attacks. Since the situation didn't specifically call for aerial tactics, I see no reason why Blades should be punished for acting in this fashion. The fact that he finds attacking from a distance unsporting compared to his “street fighting” techniques has never interfered with him doing his job, and he's always been a hard-working, enthusiastic, and loyal trooper—I can't ask for anything more from him.

Abilities: Blades has above-average strength and somewhat above-average intelligence. He's very good at his job, but he'd always rather exercise his unconventional “street fighting” style than attack from above. It's been said that he'd rather use his rotors to slash opponents than fly, and I can't argue that. In helicopter mode, he travels at 400 mph for up to 1,200 miles. In both modes, he's armed with two launchers that fire “smart” rockets; these rockets seek their targets based on digitally encoded images that they can record on the battlefield. In robot mode, he wields a photon pistol that fires intense beams of light. Whenever possible, Blades detaches his rotors for use in hand-to-hand combat.

Holomatter Avatar: A handsome man of about 25 attired in full helicopter pilot uniform, red and white dominating the colour scheme. He exhibits a fair complexion, sprightly blue eyes, and wavy, though tousled, dark brown hair. His hands are covered in strips of sports tape, suggesting the young man is involved in the sport of boxing or, perhaps, a form of martial art.

Weaknesses: Strong winds greatly interfere with Blades' flight in helicopter mode. Because of the punishment he puts his rotors through, they're prone to chips and fractures that require frequent maintenance.

Sample Post:

Rapid footfalls greeted the metallic flooring with a series of erratic clangs, the resulting dissonant tune echoing throughout the command bridge of the Guardian. The perpetrator continued this occupation for some time, conducting his form in one direction, stopping abruptly, then altering his course in another. Such a furious activity, it was, the repetitious movements laced with irritation.

“I can't fragging believe this! Hot Spot just takes off, leaving us here without a second thought! You know slag's gonna hit the fan when those Stunticons are involved. I bet I'll miss out on a serious scrap, too.” Blades discharged a heavy sigh. “Primus, I hate it when he does this...”

“Yo, Blades, don't be worrying.” Streetwise spun around in his chair – features arranged in a pleasant display – endeavouring to mollify the red and white helicopter. “I know, in times like these, Hot Spot goes crazy and hits the ground running, but he never leaves us in the dark. Once we get the word, you can bet your rotors we'll be down there with him helping out in every possible way we can.” His tone took on a more relaxed approach. “We just have to play it cool, for the time being.”

Blades' gaze was projected at his feet, ruminating on the possible scenarios – all abounding with chaos. Hot Spot, of course, remained a powerful representation flaring in his processor. Should his leader find himself immersed in a scene of difficulty, Blades would be right there, employing any means necessary to aid him. Besides, it would give him an adequate reason to exert his ferocious style of combat.

Emerging from his collection of thoughts, he nodded in agreement to Streetwise's reply. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

Blades, along with his fellow Protectobots, boasted a thorough understanding of Hot Spot's character. The blue fire engine responded in explosions of vigorous mobility, regardless of the situation; even without the support of his team, sometimes. It was just how he functioned on a solar cycle-to-solar cycle basis. Not that his absence helped to mitigate the red and white helicopter's aggravated disposition, at any rate.

Realising his frustration contributed very little to their present condition, Blades composed himself as best he could. “I'll be in the training facility, if you need me, Street. Stretching my arms, if you know what I mean.”

Approved. See my latest post to get started with him.

Name: Mixmaster
Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: Materials fabrication
Alt. mode: Cement Mixer
Weapons: Infrared Cannon, and a small lazer pistol
Special Abilities: Optical disruption projector, and the ability to make almost any non-alkalide material
Height: 31 feet. [~9.3 meters?]
Quote: "How strong the steel, how strong the conquest."

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

Profile: Mixmaster is an accidental genius. He can remember what he's made before, but leaves much up to chance in his compounds, using unstable components, and unlikely substances in his conquest to make the ultimate unbreakable metal. Many components come from recipes. Autobots easily persuaded might have more distaste for him than against some of the other constructions with a rumor that he once used a protoform to make a special compound for some sections of the Decepticon base. He often assumes his own insanity to be genius. When things go wrong he's rarely pointing a finger, usually just watching the others as they blame each other. Little he says makes sense, often leading to what few things are true to be misunderstood, or ignored by other Decepticons.

Abilities: Mixmaster is a cement mixer, Mack quality, with a 820 horsepower engine, two 100 gallon fuel tanks, an 8 mpg quality. Thankfully he is able to mix a small quantity of additional fuel in his tank, but it depletes a resource he enjoys using in some of the creations he makes for enjoyment. A range of 1600 miles maximum with non-stop driving. Top speed of hundred forty miles per hour. He can run for up to 35 human hours without rest. In robot mode, he uses a special chemical to add more resistance against projectile attacks, or concussive blasts. The infrared cannon he uses has been known to be clocked at 8000 degrees Celsius.

Sample Post:

“There we go. It just needs to harden up up up! Heheheh,” Mixmaster chuckled, pulling away from the makeshift barricade that he and some of the other Constructicons had been working on while in the midst of this firefight. He transformed back in to his robot mode and resumed his position of cover. He adapted to battlefield design as well as he could. He much preferred dealing with Autobots that had already been deactivated. They found their way in to his chemical concoctions much more easily that way.

It had been too long since he’d been thrown in to the middle of a battle like this. Felt that way, anyway.

At his earliest opportunity, Mixmaster was going to scoop up the next fallen Autobot he encountered and make sure they were properly “recycled” in to additional combat materials. Truth be told, he wouldn’t much mind if it was a Decepticon either. There was just something about Cybertronian composites that broke down so beautifully in to suitable construction components. Didn't these fleshies have some sort of saying about "waste not, want not"?

Same principle.

Insidious wrote:Name: Mixmaster
Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: Materials fabrication
Alt. mode: Cement Mixer
Weapons: Infrared Cannon, and a small lazer pistol
Special Abilities: Optical disruption projector, and the ability to make almost any non-alkalide material
Height: 31 feet. [~9.3 meters?]
Quote: "How strong the steel, how strong the conquest."

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

Profile: Mixmaster is an accidental genius. He can remember what he's made before, but leaves much up to chance in his compounds, using unstable components, and unlikely substances in his conquest to make the ultimate unbreakable metal. Many components come from recipes. Autobots easily persuaded might have more distaste for him than against some of the other constructions with a rumor that he once used a protoform to make a special compound for some sections of the Decepticon base. He often assumes his own insanity to be genius. When things go wrong he's rarely pointing a finger, usually just watching the others as they blame each other. Little he says makes sense, often leading to what few things are true to be misunderstood, or ignored by other Decepticons.

Abilities: Mixmaster is a cement mixer, Mack quality, with a 820 horsepower engine, two 100 gallon fuel tanks, an 8 mpg quality. Thankfully he is able to mix a small quantity of additional fuel in his tank, but it depletes a resource he enjoys using in some of the creations he makes for enjoyment. A range of 1600 miles maximum with non-stop driving. Top speed of hundred forty miles per hour. He can run for up to 35 human hours without rest. In robot mode, he uses a special chemical to add more resistance against projectile attacks, or concussive blasts. The infrared cannon he uses has been known to be clocked at 8000 degrees Celsius.

Sample Post:

“There we go. It just needs to harden up up up! Heheheh,” Mixmaster chuckled, pulling away from the makeshift barricade that he and some of the other Constructicons had been working on while in the midst of this firefight. He transformed back in to his robot mode and resumed his position of cover. He adapted to battlefield design as well as he could. He much preferred dealing with Autobots that had already been deactivated. They found their way in to his chemical concoctions much more easily that way.

It had been too long since he’d been thrown in to the middle of a battle like this. Felt that way, anyway.

At his earliest opportunity, Mixmaster was going to scoop up the next fallen Autobot he encountered and make sure they were properly “recycled” in to additional combat materials. Truth be told, he wouldn’t much mind if it was a Decepticon either. There was just something about Cybertronian composites that broke down so beautifully in to suitable construction components. Didn't these fleshies have some sort of saying about "waste not, want not"?

Same principle.

Go ahead you n00b.

Ramplate wrote:Name: Ramplate
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: N/A
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Hovertank
Pic Here
Weapons: Double barrelled Mass driver (Cannon in tank mode, hand held in robot mode), Energon mace, twin shoulder-mounted pulse micro-lasers
Special Abilities: Distinctive ramplate becomes an arm-mounted ablative shield that allows for more protection when in robot mode.
Height: 36 feet
Quotes: "Hitting things doesn't take a quantum processor, it's just what I'm good at!"
"Hit fast, hit hard, leave nothing but scrap, and let nothing bar your way."

Rank: Determined by the staff.

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

Profile: Simple, direct, efficient.... brutal. These are the words that Ramplate lives by. To him, trying to explain what he does is tiring, distracting, and above all boring. If he doesn't like someone he's more likely to either walk away from them, or shoot them, he doesn't have time for trivial niceties. This is in part to a massive intolerance in regards to what he deems as obstacles. Whereas in most Decepticons though this could be a potential problem when facing opposition for a greater position, Ramplate seems to reserve this for obstacles to the Decepticon cause as opposed to individuals. To him, a fellow 'Con trying to muscle his way past him higher up the chain isn't an obstacle unless he really needs it, it's just the usual business. Otherwise, Ramplate has a 'Live and let live' mentality. If you're an Autobot on the other hand, you're nothing more than a walking piece of scrap that doesn't realize it's been smelted yet.

Abilities: Ramplate is a very tough nut to crack. His overly thick armor plating and integrity fields allow him to shrug off all but the most powerful of hits. His shield also allows him to barrel his way through enemies before laying into them with mace and weapons fire. In hover-tank mode, he can reach speeds of up to 250 mph on the ground, with a variable ground clearance between 3 and 30 feet, giving him the ability to 'jump' in alt mode overtop of most Transformers.

His main ranged armament is his mass driver rifle, which can fire pieces of shrapnel like a shotgun or a solid slug at speeds of up to Mach 2, either of which is enough to penetrate most armor plating. His shoulder-mounted micro pulse lasers are used to ward off enemy missiles as well as disorient and distract his opponents. Finally, Ramplate's energo-mace can be used to crush through the thickest of armor or batter down the strongest gates in time, its tooth-like projections tearing as much as it bludgeons.

Weaknesses: Despite his image as one of the toughest Decepticons, Ramplate actually has a number of vulnerabilities. His large size makes delicate work or grace impossible, and he can be a bit of a clutz at times. This is even worse in his alt mode, as turning at high speeds can easily result in skidding or rollovers that can cause severe damage, usually to others, but can be as hazardous to himself as well, depending on the conditions. Also, while his mass driver is powerful, its scatter effect means that hitting only a single target in a group is impossible, making it likely in a melee that he'd wind up hitting allies, and even in rifle mode is less accurate as a result of the requirement of using two types of ammunition (Effectively reducing his accuracy stat by 1). Solid projectile ammunition is usually looked down on in Cybertronian weaponry, but given how he can use scrap from fallen foes to fuel it, this isn't as much of a problem as others might think. His micro-pulse lasers are also underpowered, having only enough strength to act as a spot welder or laser strobe at long ranges, and even in close needs to be sustained to do any kind of horrific damage, which can overheat them.

Finally, his gruff mannerisms and distaste for explanations before action have a tendency to get him in lots of trouble with his superiors, especially when it winds up forcing them to set aside their plots and schemes. Cunning manipulators are the bane of Ramplate's existence, and they seem to share the same mentality towards him.

Sample Post:

Incandescent flames sparked and roared into existence, brought about as a beam of coherent light speared into the energon tank of the Decepticon warrior Darkstorm, causing the mech to let out a garbled electronic shriek as the multi-colored flames licked up into his internal structure and slagged his circuits and systems from within. As Darkstorm fell backwards, clanging off the ground behind the squad's makeshift cover with his optics melting out of his head, Ramplate peeked up over the edge of the debris, seeing the Autobot that had snuffed out Darkstorm duck back into cover. Grimacing behind the intake plate covering his mouth, the tank-mech ducked back down and looked at the other members of his unit still functional. Two car-formers and a rocket-vehicle. Cursing to himself, the tank-bot picked out the rocket-con, Salvo, and called out. "You and Nitro give us cover fire, while Bandit and I try to flank around them!" The other 'Cons nodded, before Ramplate and one of the car-mechs broke off from them.

Within seconds, Salvo and Nitro started firing at the Autobot's positions, while the two others crouched and shuffle-ran down the makeshift trenches of scrap. As they rounded a bend though, they came almost face to face with a trio of Autobots that apparently had come up with the same idea as they had! "Look out!" Bandit called, the red-painted car-mech taking a shot over the larger Decepticon's shoulder and tagging an Autobot scout with a bowl-like helm-design in the shoulder, wounding him but not incapacitating him.

In response, the lead Autobot, a gold-plated model that had tracks instead of wheels, fired with his own rifle, an antimatter weapon from the looks of it. The shot collided with Ramplate's shield, causing his arm to buck and almost slam back into him, and tore a deep chunk out of the heavy destronium alloy. This only enraged the Decepticon, who picked up speed and rammed both shield and shoulder into the Autobot, tossing him back off his feet. The last Autobot tried to grapple with Ramplate, but Bandit had taken the opportunity to close as well, drawing an energo blade and attempting to thrust it into the Autobot's primary fuel pump. Unfortunately, the red-plated warrior had underestimated his opponent, as the green-painted Autobot was able to grab onto Bandit's arm and use the leverage for a shoulder throw.

The first Autobot seemed to have recovered from his lapse and fired his blaster into Ramplate's side, causing the grey-and-blue warrior to grunt before turning, his energo-mace forming and unfolding from its carrier in his right forearm, and smashing into the Autobot's pelvic assembly, shearing through one hip and ripping the other almost completely off with the torque of the blow alone, causing the bowl-helmed 'bot to scream as energon flew out of his torn lines. Seemingly enraged by his brother's demise, the gold plated one roared out and charged, tackling Ramplate and pushing him into a wall. The two were of similar size, but surprisingly this Autobot turned out to be even stronger than he was! Pushing back against the gold-plated mech's hands, which slowly reached closer to the tank-con's ice-blue optics as his arms creaked, the Autobot's own eyes narrowed into green slits with a dark grin...

Too late though the Autobot realized that something had popped out of Ramplate's shoulders, and confusion gave way to sheer agony as the Decepticon fired his micro-pulse lasers directly into his foe's optics, melting the lenses and slagging the delicate electronics there. In a howl of pain, the tracked mech reached for his head, which gave the silver-plated tank-bot a clear shot at his chest, shattering that shiny gold with a swing of his mace that caved in the mech's chest. Crippled, the poor would-be hero wasn't even able to see the foot that finished him off, caving in his chest and crushing the spark case.

The last Autobot had managed to get the upper hand on Bandit though, and inch by inch was able to push the red Decepticon's own blade into his chest armor, causing the car-former to scream as he felt it part through his circuits, before it severed a fuel line. Within astroseconds, the light went out of Bandit's optics, and he slumped over, pinned to the wall by his own sword like a cyber-bee on display. Grinning in triumph, the green-painted Autobot turned... only to find himself staring down the twin barrels of Ramplate's mass driver. Not a sound escaped the mech's vocalizer, until it was torn apart in a spray of shrapnel that ripped the Autobot warrior's head clean off his shoulders.

As the broken shell fell to the ground, Ramplate looked down the trench. Seeing that no other Autobot surprises were there, he started down it once more, stomping along the path with a grim sense of eager rage....

I think it might work better as a tank with treads that can flip up for a hovermode? Similar to WFC Megatron. A human hovertank doesn't seem like it would blend in well, but keeping the hover mode a secret when working on infiltrating or as a disguise would work.

I like that idea Devastron... Alright here goes.



Name: Ramplate
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: N/A
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Hovertank (anti-grav pods merge with extendable internal mechanisms from the sides to form treads and coverings, as well as to mimic an Earth tank's internal crew compartment)
Pic Here
Weapons: Double barrelled Mass driver (Cannon in tank mode, hand held in robot mode), Energon mace, twin shoulder-mounted pulse micro-lasers
Special Abilities: Distinctive ramplate becomes an arm-mounted ablative shield that allows for more protection when in robot mode.
Height: 36 feet
Quotes: "Hitting things doesn't take a quantum processor, it's just what I'm good at!"
"Hit fast, hit hard, leave nothing but scrap, and let nothing bar your way."

Rank: Determined by the staff.

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

Profile: Simple, direct, efficient.... brutal. These are the words that Ramplate lives by. To him, trying to explain what he does is tiring, distracting, and above all boring. If he doesn't like someone he's more likely to either walk away from them, or shoot them, he doesn't have time for trivial niceties. This is in part to a massive intolerance in regards to what he deems as obstacles. Whereas in most Decepticons though this could be a potential problem when facing opposition for a greater position, Ramplate seems to reserve this for obstacles to the Decepticon cause as opposed to individuals. To him, a fellow 'Con trying to muscle his way past him higher up the chain isn't an obstacle unless he really needs it, it's just the usual business. Otherwise, Ramplate has a 'Live and let live' mentality. If you're an Autobot on the other hand, you're nothing more than a walking piece of scrap that doesn't realize it's been smelted yet.

Abilities: Ramplate is a very tough nut to crack. His overly thick armor plating and integrity fields allow him to shrug off all but the most powerful of hits. His shield also allows him to barrel his way through enemies before laying into them with mace and weapons fire. In hover-tank mode, he can reach speeds of up to 250 mph on the ground, with a variable ground clearance between 3 and 30 feet, giving him the ability to 'jump' in alt mode overtop of most Transformers.

His main ranged armament is his mass driver rifle, which can fire pieces of shrapnel like a shotgun or a solid slug at speeds of up to Mach 2, either of which is enough to penetrate most armor plating. His shoulder-mounted micro pulse lasers are used to ward off enemy missiles as well as disorient and distract his opponents. Finally, Ramplate's energo-mace can be used to crush through the thickest of armor or batter down the strongest gates in time, its tooth-like projections tearing as much as it bludgeons.

Weaknesses: Despite his image as one of the toughest Decepticons, Ramplate actually has a number of vulnerabilities. His large size makes delicate work or grace impossible, and he can be a bit of a clutz at times. This is even worse in his alt mode, as turning at high speeds can easily result in skidding or rollovers that can cause severe damage, usually to others, but can be as hazardous to himself as well, depending on the conditions. Also, while his mass driver is powerful, its scatter effect means that hitting only a single target in a group is impossible, making it likely in a melee that he'd wind up hitting allies, and even in rifle mode is less accurate as a result of the requirement of using two types of ammunition (Effectively reducing his accuracy stat by 1). Solid projectile ammunition is usually looked down on in Cybertronian weaponry, but given how he can use scrap from fallen foes to fuel it, this isn't as much of a problem as others might think. His micro-pulse lasers are also underpowered, having only enough strength to act as a spot welder or laser strobe at long ranges, and even in close needs to be sustained to do any kind of horrific damage, which can overheat them.

Finally, his gruff mannerisms and distaste for explanations before action have a tendency to get him in lots of trouble with his superiors, especially when it winds up forcing them to set aside their plots and schemes. Cunning manipulators are the bane of Ramplate's existence, and they seem to share the same mentality towards him.

Sample Post:

Incandescent flames sparked and roared into existence, brought about as a beam of coherent light speared into the energon tank of the Decepticon warrior Darkstorm, causing the mech to let out a garbled electronic shriek as the multi-colored flames licked up into his internal structure and slagged his circuits and systems from within. As Darkstorm fell backwards, clanging off the ground behind the squad's makeshift cover with his optics melting out of his head, Ramplate peeked up over the edge of the debris, seeing the Autobot that had snuffed out Darkstorm duck back into cover. Grimacing behind the intake plate covering his mouth, the tank-mech ducked back down and looked at the other members of his unit still functional. Two car-formers and a rocket-vehicle. Cursing to himself, the tank-bot picked out the rocket-con, Salvo, and called out. "You and Nitro give us cover fire, while Bandit and I try to flank around them!" The other 'Cons nodded, before Ramplate and one of the car-mechs broke off from them.

Within seconds, Salvo and Nitro started firing at the Autobot's positions, while the two others crouched and shuffle-ran down the makeshift trenches of scrap. As they rounded a bend though, they came almost face to face with a trio of Autobots that apparently had come up with the same idea as they had! "Look out!" Bandit called, the red-painted car-mech taking a shot over the larger Decepticon's shoulder and tagging an Autobot scout with a bowl-like helm-design in the shoulder, wounding him but not incapacitating him.

In response, the lead Autobot, a gold-plated model that had tracks instead of wheels, fired with his own rifle, an antimatter weapon from the looks of it. The shot collided with Ramplate's shield, causing his arm to buck and almost slam back into him, and tore a deep chunk out of the heavy destronium alloy. This only enraged the Decepticon, who picked up speed and rammed both shield and shoulder into the Autobot, tossing him back off his feet. The last Autobot tried to grapple with Ramplate, but Bandit had taken the opportunity to close as well, drawing an energo blade and attempting to thrust it into the Autobot's primary fuel pump. Unfortunately, the red-plated warrior had underestimated his opponent, as the green-painted Autobot was able to grab onto Bandit's arm and use the leverage for a shoulder throw.

The first Autobot seemed to have recovered from his lapse and fired his blaster into Ramplate's side, causing the grey-and-blue warrior to grunt before turning, his energo-mace forming and unfolding from its carrier in his right forearm, and smashing into the Autobot's pelvic assembly, shearing through one hip and ripping the other almost completely off with the torque of the blow alone, causing the bowl-helmed 'bot to scream as energon flew out of his torn lines. Seemingly enraged by his brother's demise, the gold plated one roared out and charged, tackling Ramplate and pushing him into a wall. The two were of similar size, but surprisingly this Autobot turned out to be even stronger than he was! Pushing back against the gold-plated mech's hands, which slowly reached closer to the tank-con's ice-blue optics as his arms creaked, the Autobot's own eyes narrowed into green slits with a dark grin...

Too late though the Autobot realized that something had popped out of Ramplate's shoulders, and confusion gave way to sheer agony as the Decepticon fired his micro-pulse lasers directly into his foe's optics, melting the lenses and slagging the delicate electronics there. In a howl of pain, the tracked mech reached for his head, which gave the silver-plated tank-bot a clear shot at his chest, shattering that shiny gold with a swing of his mace that caved in the mech's chest. Crippled, the poor would-be hero wasn't even able to see the foot that finished him off, caving in his chest and crushing the spark case.

The last Autobot had managed to get the upper hand on Bandit though, and inch by inch was able to push the red Decepticon's own blade into his chest armor, causing the car-former to scream as he felt it part through his circuits, before it severed a fuel line. Within astroseconds, the light went out of Bandit's optics, and he slumped over, pinned to the wall by his own sword like a cyber-bee on display. Grinning in triumph, the green-painted Autobot turned... only to find himself staring down the twin barrels of Ramplate's mass driver. Not a sound escaped the mech's vocalizer, until it was torn apart in a spray of shrapnel that ripped the Autobot warrior's head clean off his shoulders.

As the broken shell fell to the ground, Ramplate looked down the trench. Seeing that no other Autobot surprises were there, he started down it once more, stomping along the path with a grim sense of eager rage....

Ramplate wrote:I like that idea Devastron... Alright here goes.



Name: Ramplate
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: N/A
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Hovertank (anti-grav pods merge with extendable internal mechanisms from the sides to form treads and coverings, as well as to mimic an Earth tank's internal crew compartment)
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Weapons: Double barrelled Mass driver (Cannon in tank mode, hand held in robot mode), Energon mace, twin shoulder-mounted pulse micro-lasers
Special Abilities: Distinctive ramplate becomes an arm-mounted ablative shield that allows for more protection when in robot mode.
Height: 36 feet
Quotes: "Hitting things doesn't take a quantum processor, it's just what I'm good at!"
"Hit fast, hit hard, leave nothing but scrap, and let nothing bar your way."

Rank: Determined by the staff.

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

Profile: Simple, direct, efficient.... brutal. These are the words that Ramplate lives by. To him, trying to explain what he does is tiring, distracting, and above all boring. If he doesn't like someone he's more likely to either walk away from them, or shoot them, he doesn't have time for trivial niceties. This is in part to a massive intolerance in regards to what he deems as obstacles. Whereas in most Decepticons though this could be a potential problem when facing opposition for a greater position, Ramplate seems to reserve this for obstacles to the Decepticon cause as opposed to individuals. To him, a fellow 'Con trying to muscle his way past him higher up the chain isn't an obstacle unless he really needs it, it's just the usual business. Otherwise, Ramplate has a 'Live and let live' mentality. If you're an Autobot on the other hand, you're nothing more than a walking piece of scrap that doesn't realize it's been smelted yet.

Abilities: Ramplate is a very tough nut to crack. His overly thick armor plating and integrity fields allow him to shrug off all but the most powerful of hits. His shield also allows him to barrel his way through enemies before laying into them with mace and weapons fire. In hover-tank mode, he can reach speeds of up to 250 mph on the ground, with a variable ground clearance between 3 and 30 feet, giving him the ability to 'jump' in alt mode overtop of most Transformers.

His main ranged armament is his mass driver rifle, which can fire pieces of shrapnel like a shotgun or a solid slug at speeds of up to Mach 2, either of which is enough to penetrate most armor plating. His shoulder-mounted micro pulse lasers are used to ward off enemy missiles as well as disorient and distract his opponents. Finally, Ramplate's energo-mace can be used to crush through the thickest of armor or batter down the strongest gates in time, its tooth-like projections tearing as much as it bludgeons.

Weaknesses: Despite his image as one of the toughest Decepticons, Ramplate actually has a number of vulnerabilities. His large size makes delicate work or grace impossible, and he can be a bit of a clutz at times. This is even worse in his alt mode, as turning at high speeds can easily result in skidding or rollovers that can cause severe damage, usually to others, but can be as hazardous to himself as well, depending on the conditions. Also, while his mass driver is powerful, its scatter effect means that hitting only a single target in a group is impossible, making it likely in a melee that he'd wind up hitting allies, and even in rifle mode is less accurate as a result of the requirement of using two types of ammunition (Effectively reducing his accuracy stat by 1). Solid projectile ammunition is usually looked down on in Cybertronian weaponry, but given how he can use scrap from fallen foes to fuel it, this isn't as much of a problem as others might think. His micro-pulse lasers are also underpowered, having only enough strength to act as a spot welder or laser strobe at long ranges, and even in close needs to be sustained to do any kind of horrific damage, which can overheat them.

Finally, his gruff mannerisms and distaste for explanations before action have a tendency to get him in lots of trouble with his superiors, especially when it winds up forcing them to set aside their plots and schemes. Cunning manipulators are the bane of Ramplate's existence, and they seem to share the same mentality towards him.

Sample Post:

Incandescent flames sparked and roared into existence, brought about as a beam of coherent light speared into the energon tank of the Decepticon warrior Darkstorm, causing the mech to let out a garbled electronic shriek as the multi-colored flames licked up into his internal structure and slagged his circuits and systems from within. As Darkstorm fell backwards, clanging off the ground behind the squad's makeshift cover with his optics melting out of his head, Ramplate peeked up over the edge of the debris, seeing the Autobot that had snuffed out Darkstorm duck back into cover. Grimacing behind the intake plate covering his mouth, the tank-mech ducked back down and looked at the other members of his unit still functional. Two car-formers and a rocket-vehicle. Cursing to himself, the tank-bot picked out the rocket-con, Salvo, and called out. "You and Nitro give us cover fire, while Bandit and I try to flank around them!" The other 'Cons nodded, before Ramplate and one of the car-mechs broke off from them.

Within seconds, Salvo and Nitro started firing at the Autobot's positions, while the two others crouched and shuffle-ran down the makeshift trenches of scrap. As they rounded a bend though, they came almost face to face with a trio of Autobots that apparently had come up with the same idea as they had! "Look out!" Bandit called, the red-painted car-mech taking a shot over the larger Decepticon's shoulder and tagging an Autobot scout with a bowl-like helm-design in the shoulder, wounding him but not incapacitating him.

In response, the lead Autobot, a gold-plated model that had tracks instead of wheels, fired with his own rifle, an antimatter weapon from the looks of it. The shot collided with Ramplate's shield, causing his arm to buck and almost slam back into him, and tore a deep chunk out of the heavy destronium alloy. This only enraged the Decepticon, who picked up speed and rammed both shield and shoulder into the Autobot, tossing him back off his feet. The last Autobot tried to grapple with Ramplate, but Bandit had taken the opportunity to close as well, drawing an energo blade and attempting to thrust it into the Autobot's primary fuel pump. Unfortunately, the red-plated warrior had underestimated his opponent, as the green-painted Autobot was able to grab onto Bandit's arm and use the leverage for a shoulder throw.

The first Autobot seemed to have recovered from his lapse and fired his blaster into Ramplate's side, causing the grey-and-blue warrior to grunt before turning, his energo-mace forming and unfolding from its carrier in his right forearm, and smashing into the Autobot's pelvic assembly, shearing through one hip and ripping the other almost completely off with the torque of the blow alone, causing the bowl-helmed 'bot to scream as energon flew out of his torn lines. Seemingly enraged by his brother's demise, the gold plated one roared out and charged, tackling Ramplate and pushing him into a wall. The two were of similar size, but surprisingly this Autobot turned out to be even stronger than he was! Pushing back against the gold-plated mech's hands, which slowly reached closer to the tank-con's ice-blue optics as his arms creaked, the Autobot's own eyes narrowed into green slits with a dark grin...

Too late though the Autobot realized that something had popped out of Ramplate's shoulders, and confusion gave way to sheer agony as the Decepticon fired his micro-pulse lasers directly into his foe's optics, melting the lenses and slagging the delicate electronics there. In a howl of pain, the tracked mech reached for his head, which gave the silver-plated tank-bot a clear shot at his chest, shattering that shiny gold with a swing of his mace that caved in the mech's chest. Crippled, the poor would-be hero wasn't even able to see the foot that finished him off, caving in his chest and crushing the spark case.

The last Autobot had managed to get the upper hand on Bandit though, and inch by inch was able to push the red Decepticon's own blade into his chest armor, causing the car-former to scream as he felt it part through his circuits, before it severed a fuel line. Within astroseconds, the light went out of Bandit's optics, and he slumped over, pinned to the wall by his own sword like a cyber-bee on display. Grinning in triumph, the green-painted Autobot turned... only to find himself staring down the twin barrels of Ramplate's mass driver. Not a sound escaped the mech's vocalizer, until it was torn apart in a spray of shrapnel that ripped the Autobot warrior's head clean off his shoulders.

As the broken shell fell to the ground, Ramplate looked down the trench. Seeing that no other Autobot surprises were there, he started down it once more, stomping along the path with a grim sense of eager rage....

With the changes made, as requested by Devastron, I'll take the initiative and call this one approved. PM me to let me know where you want to intro him.

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DOTMsoundwave wrote:*Fanmade"
Name: Slack
Allegiance: Autobots
Sub-group: Dinobots
Function: Heavy Weapons
Weapons: Tri-barreled Micro-Rocket launcher can also switch into Tri-barreled Laser Rifle, Energo sword
Alt. mode: Spinosaurus
Height: 38ft
Quote: "I shall grind their remains to cyber-dust!"
Special abilites: Built in Solar panels in sail allowing low fuel comsumption(-4),Enhanced Smell(-2)

Strength: 08
Intelligence: 03
Dexterity: 03
Speed: 04
Endurance: 08
Courage: 08
Firepower: 09
Accuracy: 06
Melee: 07
Tech Skill: 03
Charisma: 05
Rank: To be determined

Profile:Slack is ferocious,obidient,curious,bold,courageous,and extremely tough.Unlike the other Dinobots,Slack wasn't a child of Cybertron,he was built on Earth.The Dinobot commander Grimlock was in need of an additional warrior and sought out Optimus Prime,Ratchet,Perceptor,and of course Wheeljack to build his next dinobot recruit.Grimlock wanted him to only obey the orders that Grimlock gives him,but this was changed before final programming.During the programming as well,Megatron sent in a spy to try to convert this monstrous wrecking machine to the Decepticon cause by altering his programming.This plan ultimately failed Because Grimlock was able to hold off the spy before Slack came online.Upon activating,Slack was immediately confronted by his Claustraphobia and slammed him and the spy his way out of the Arc.Finally in the open terrain he came to his senses and experienced his first encounter/firefight with the Decepticons. Optimus and Grimlock were so impressed by his brutality against a meager spy that they both agreed that he was truly dinobot material.
Abilities:Along Slack's spine is a solar sail which absorbs energy from the sun and converts it into power for weapons,or just energy. Because of this,Slack is more stronger and able to go longer distances during the day.Slack also has a strong sense of smell and is capable of tracking enemys up to 10 miles away.
Weaknesses:Slack is highly curious and acts like a dog of some sorts when he detects a smell.Slack is also Claustraphobic in his alt mode and has trouble navigating through alleyways or canyons.When put in a small enclosure,Slack has about 2 minutes before he goes into a frenzy,ignores orders,and attack anything in his path.
Sample Post:(A reading from an anonymous autobot soldier)
Subject:"Slack"
Our postition was flanked,Decepticons had over taken our forward forces and they were now pushing towards ours. We were running out of hope,so i desperation we sent an S.O.S onboard a courier and she took it back towards The Arc. We continued to fight on from there. The Decepticons were advancing ever further now.They got so close we could feel the energon that flowed through their armored cores. Suddenly they showed up...The Dinobots. Their commander ordered them to split up and help,sending their heavy weapons warrior to my post. His name was Slack.
When I heard his name for the first time i was thinking that I was paired with The laziest on the bunch and that he would just lounge around the battlefield.I was proven wrong.Slank was ripping through Decepticon soldiers like "a hot knife through butter" our human allies quoted. Some of the Decepticon scouts got the sudden courage to rush our line and attack Slack.Big mistake on their part.He quickly pulled out a large Energo Sword and sliced through at least 4 cons with a single swipe."They must've been the butter" I said to our allies.
As the Cons ordered their retreat,the dinobots showed no mercy and transformed into their familiar Dinosaur modes. Slack's spinal sail glew a bright orange colored as it absorbed the sun's radiation and he fired a massive solar blast from his mouth.The blast made it a good 1/2 mile out but he felt it's power behind our trenches.Afterwards we gratefully showed our thanks to the Dinobots.I especially showed my thanks to Slack.If it wasn't for him,I'd probably be a heep of scrap metal now.
"Hey Slack," i asked him,"What kinda name is Slack anyways?"
"Me recieve Name when me Slack born. Me Slack may not be smartest but me thinks it combines Slash and Crack. But Crack a stupid name!"
We all returned to Headquarters for repairs while the Dinobots stayed behind,guarded the post,and cleaned up the mess.We knew that we would never hear the end of it when they got back...

We aren't really allowing fanmades into canon teams. The history also isn't really compatible with the history of the game. I reccomend checking out the links in my sig, maybe checking out a few posts and trying for a canon character or a different fanmade one.

Name: Bitmap
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Combat Medic
Alt. mode: Blue Suburu WRX Impreza
Weapons: Laser Pistol
Special Abilities: Teleportation up to distances of 1.5 miles. (-15)
Height: 22 ft. (6.7 meters)
Quote: "Slag happens. I'd be out of a job if it didn't."

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

Profile: Hardly ever serious, most Autobots cannot understand how Bitmap can operate in combat conditions as efficiently as he does. He never seems to take life seriously, often being sarcastic and slightly annoying, although in the heat of battle he can show a maturity superior to many (although his sarcasm remains). This helps him decide the fates of many injured Autobots as he teleports to various downed warriors, deciding whether or not it is worth it to repair them, or if they are beyond saving. Bitmap's knowledge of Transformer physiology is rivaled by few, namely Ratchet and Perceptor. He is tolerated by many of the Autobots, due to his extraordinary abilities in battle, but his abrasive personality can turn off many Autobot comrades.

Abilities: Bitmap is very quick in battle, teleporting to trench and barricade around the battlefield to assist fallen and wounded Autobots while avoiding combat himself. When he does encounter combat, Bit is quick to fire disruptive shots to confuse the enemy before teleporting and fleeing the scene. He doesn't like fighting, and finds himself lacking in the combat aspects of battle, but his intelligence and ingenuity when assisting fellow Autobots make up for it well.

He can move rather quickly (speeds of up to 299 mph in vehicle form), helping him move when he doesn't have the energy to perform a teleport.

His human avatar is a young man (early 20's), attractive, blonde hair, usually sporting sunglasses.

Weaknesses: He isn't much of a fighter. He has little proficiency in weaponry. Also, he has a rather abrasive personality, and most Autobots aren't sure if he takes the war seriously.

Sample Post
A purple bolt flew past Bitmap's head as he looked intently at the wires he was fusing together. He then quickly welded a small piece of metal over the spot and gave a thumbs up to his comrade.

"It isn't pretty," said Bitmap, with a chuckle. "But then again your face never was, Ironhide."

A chime went off on Bitmap's wrist, and the Autobot quickly smiled at his latest patient. "Looks like my services are needed elsewhere."

The blue Transformer disappeared in a flash, and soon he was standing on the other side of the battlefield, where Hound and Ratchet were huddled behind a large boulder, blasting at the Decepticons across from them.

"What Ratchet, couldn't fix it yourself?" laughed Bitmap as he quickly started examining Ratchet's right hand.
"Nah, I'm too busy shooting Decepti-creeps to fix it this time, and I knew you wouldn't be busy," chuckled Ratchet.

Bitmap quickly went to work, spot welding and rewiring the Autobot's hand, trying to make sure that he wouldn't suffer any long term damage. After all, thought Bit, I wouldn't want to have the burden of being the best surgeon here.

Just as Bitmap was finishing the repairs a loud voice bellowed from the Decepticon side. "Surrender, Autobots!" the raspy voice of Megatron called out. "This oilfield is ours!"

Megatron then transformed, and Soundwave used him to blast away the boulder behind which the three Autobots were taking cover. All three were blasted back, and Hound and Ratchet quickly scrambled for more cover. Bitmap flew back from another blast before teleporting back to Ironhide. "Where is Optimus?! I'm gonna run out of energy repairing all of you like this."

"I don't know," replied Ironhide. "Maybe you should try shooting yer gun instead of yer mouth, Bitmap."
"Thanks for the advise, pops," smiled Bit as he pulled out his pistol and shot almost blindly at the opposition.
"Nevermind!" said Ironhide, after seeing the medic's aim. "Just stick to fixin' us!"
"Thought so," said Bit, as he turned to go assist another Autobot.

He transformed and raced a little ways to another Autobot. I hope Optimus gets here soon, he thought, as he applied another minor repair. I don't know how much longer I can keep these repairs up.

Not a moment later a semi horn bellowed, and everyone turned to see Optimus Prime's arrival, followed by several Autobots.

"Decepticons! Retreat! There are too many of them!" yelled out Megatron as he turned and flew off with Soundwave and a couple other Decepticons.


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So yeah, any suggestions are great. I've RPed before, but it has mostly been Star Wars. The whole Transformers thing is pretty new to me. I've watched the original series extensively, and I just kind of threw my character in a Generation 1 style conflict for my sample post.

Mr. Blue wrote:Name: Bitmap
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Combat Medic
Alt. mode: Blue Suburu WRX Impreza
Weapons: Laser Pistol
Special Abilities: Teleportation up to distances of 1.5 miles. (-15)
Height: 22 ft. (6.7 meters)
Quote: "Slag happens. I'd be out of a job if it didn't."

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

Profile: Hardly ever serious, most Autobots cannot understand how Bitmap can operate in combat conditions as efficiently as he does. He never seems to take life seriously, often being sarcastic and slightly annoying, although in the heat of battle he can show a maturity superior to many (although his sarcasm remains). This helps him decide the fates of many injured Autobots as he teleports to various downed warriors, deciding whether or not it is worth it to repair them, or if they are beyond saving. Bitmap's knowledge of Transformer physiology is rivaled by few, namely Ratchet and Perceptor. He is tolerated by many of the Autobots, due to his extraordinary abilities in battle, but his abrasive personality can turn off many Autobot comrades.

Abilities: Bitmap is very quick in battle, teleporting to trench and barricade around the battlefield to assist fallen and wounded Autobots while avoiding combat himself. When he does encounter combat, Bit is quick to fire disruptive shots to confuse the enemy before teleporting and fleeing the scene. He doesn't like fighting, and finds himself lacking in the combat aspects of battle, but his intelligence and ingenuity when assisting fellow Autobots make up for it well.

He can move rather quickly (speeds of up to 299 mph in vehicle form), helping him move when he doesn't have the energy to perform a teleport.

His human avatar is a young man (early 20's), attractive, blonde hair, usually sporting sunglasses.

Weaknesses: He isn't much of a fighter. He has little proficiency in weaponry. Also, he has a rather abrasive personality, and most Autobots aren't sure if he takes the war seriously.

Sample Post
A purple bolt flew past Bitmap's head as he looked intently at the wires he was fusing together. He then quickly welded a small piece of metal over the spot and gave a thumbs up to his comrade.

"It isn't pretty," said Bitmap, with a chuckle. "But then again your face never was, Ironhide."

A chime went off on Bitmap's wrist, and the Autobot quickly smiled at his latest patient. "Looks like my services are needed elsewhere."

The blue Transformer disappeared in a flash, and soon he was standing on the other side of the battlefield, where Hound and Ratchet were huddled behind a large boulder, blasting at the Decepticons across from them.

"What Ratchet, couldn't fix it yourself?" laughed Bitmap as he quickly started examining Ratchet's right hand.
"Nah, I'm too busy shooting Decepti-creeps to fix it this time, and I knew you wouldn't be busy," chuckled Ratchet.

Bitmap quickly went to work, spot welding and rewiring the Autobot's hand, trying to make sure that he wouldn't suffer any long term damage. After all, thought Bit, I wouldn't want to have the burden of being the best surgeon here.

Just as Bitmap was finishing the repairs a loud voice bellowed from the Decepticon side. "Surrender, Autobots!" the raspy voice of Megatron called out. "This oilfield is ours!"

Megatron then transformed, and Soundwave used him to blast away the boulder behind which the three Autobots were taking cover. All three were blasted back, and Hound and Ratchet quickly scrambled for more cover. Bitmap flew back from another blast before teleporting back to Ironhide. "Where is Optimus?! I'm gonna run out of energy repairing all of you like this."

"I don't know," replied Ironhide. "Maybe you should try shooting yer gun instead of yer mouth, Bitmap."
"Thanks for the advise, pops," smiled Bit as he pulled out his pistol and shot almost blindly at the opposition.
"Nevermind!" said Ironhide, after seeing the medic's aim. "Just stick to fixin' us!"
"Thought so," said Bit, as he turned to go assist another Autobot.

He transformed and raced a little ways to another Autobot. I hope Optimus gets here soon, he thought, as he applied another minor repair. I don't know how much longer I can keep these repairs up.

Not a moment later a semi horn bellowed, and everyone turned to see Optimus Prime's arrival, followed by several Autobots.

"Decepticons! Retreat! There are too many of them!" yelled out Megatron as he turned and flew off with Soundwave and a couple other Decepticons.


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So yeah, any suggestions are great. I've RPed before, but it has mostly been Star Wars. The whole Transformers thing is pretty new to me. I've watched the original series extensively, and I just kind of threw my character in a Generation 1 style conflict for my sample post.

A very solid application. Just some minor adjustments that might make a little more sense: Lower his Teck Skill to 8 and his Charisma to 4 and add those two free stat points to his Melee. A Melee of only 2 would mean he could't even throw a punch if the need arose. A 4 would give him a slightly better chance at defending himself, if only barely.

Also lower his speed in his abilities section to 240/mph as his top speed. With a stat of 7 the highest speed is 240. If you still want him to have a top speed of 299/mph you'll have to up his speed stat to 8 and lower another stat.

Make the changes and repost him and I'll have another look.

Name: Bitmap
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Combat Medic
Alt. mode: Blue Suburu WRX Impreza
Weapons: Laser Pistol
Special Abilities: Teleportation up to distances of 1.5 miles. (-15)
Height: 22 ft. (6.7 meters)
Quote: "Slag happens. I'd be out of a job if it didn't."

Statistics:
STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 8
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 5
FIREPOWER: 2
ACCURACY: 2
MELEE: 4
TECH SKILL: 8
CHARISMA: 4
RANK: ??

Profile: Hardly ever serious, most Autobots cannot understand how Bitmap can operate in combat conditions as efficiently as he does. He never seems to take life seriously, often being sarcastic and slightly annoying, although in the heat of battle he can show a maturity superior to many (although his sarcasm remains). This helps him decide the fates of many injured Autobots as he teleports to various downed warriors, deciding whether or not it is worth it to repair them, or if they are beyond saving. Bitmap's knowledge of Transformer physiology is rivaled by few, namely Ratchet and Perceptor. He is tolerated by many of the Autobots, due to his extraordinary abilities in battle, but his abrasive personality can turn off many Autobot comrades.

Abilities: Bitmap is very quick in battle, teleporting to trench and barricade around the battlefield to assist fallen and wounded Autobots while avoiding combat himself. When he does encounter combat, Bit is quick to fire disruptive shots to confuse the enemy before teleporting and fleeing the scene. He doesn't like fighting, and finds himself lacking in the combat aspects of battle, but his intelligence and ingenuity when assisting fellow Autobots make up for it well.

He can move rather quickly (speeds of up to 240 mph in vehicle form), helping him move when he doesn't have the energy to perform a teleport.

His human avatar is a young man (early 20's), attractive, blonde hair, usually sporting sunglasses.

Weaknesses: He isn't much of a fighter. He has little proficiency in weaponry. Also, he has a rather abrasive personality, and most Autobots aren't sure if he takes the war seriously.

Sample Post
A purple bolt flew past Bitmap's head as he looked intently at the wires he was fusing together. He then quickly welded a small piece of metal over the spot and gave a thumbs up to his comrade.

"It isn't pretty," said Bitmap, with a chuckle. "But then again your face never was, Ironhide."

A chime went off on Bitmap's wrist, and the Autobot quickly smiled at his latest patient. "Looks like my services are needed elsewhere."

The blue Transformer disappeared in a flash, and soon he was standing on the other side of the battlefield, where Hound and Ratchet were huddled behind a large boulder, blasting at the Decepticons across from them.

"What Ratchet, couldn't fix it yourself?" laughed Bitmap as he quickly started examining Ratchet's right hand.
"Nah, I'm too busy shooting Decepti-creeps to fix it this time, and I knew you wouldn't be busy," chuckled Ratchet.

Bitmap quickly went to work, spot welding and rewiring the Autobot's hand, trying to make sure that he wouldn't suffer any long term damage. After all, thought Bit, I wouldn't want to have the burden of being the best surgeon here.

Just as Bitmap was finishing the repairs a loud voice bellowed from the Decepticon side. "Surrender, Autobots!" the raspy voice of Megatron called out. "This oilfield is ours!"

Megatron then transformed, and Soundwave used him to blast away the boulder behind which the three Autobots were taking cover. All three were blasted back, and Hound and Ratchet quickly scrambled for more cover. Bitmap flew back from another blast before teleporting back to Ironhide. "Where is Optimus?! I'm gonna run out of energy repairing all of you like this."

"I don't know," replied Ironhide. "Maybe you should try shooting yer gun instead of yer mouth, Bitmap."
"Thanks for the advise, pops," smiled Bit as he pulled out his pistol and shot almost blindly at the opposition.
"Nevermind!" said Ironhide, after seeing the medic's aim. "Just stick to fixin' us!"
"Thought so," said Bit, as he turned to go assist another Autobot.

He transformed and raced a little ways to another Autobot. I hope Optimus gets here soon, he thought, as he applied another minor repair. I don't know how much longer I can keep these repairs up.

Not a moment later a semi horn bellowed, and everyone turned to see Optimus Prime's arrival, followed by several Autobots.

"Decepticons! Retreat! There are too many of them!" yelled out Megatron as he turned and flew off with Soundwave and a couple other Decepticons.

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I was a little worried you guys wouldn't go for the teleportation thing. Glad my idea made it through.

Mr. Blue wrote:Name: Bitmap
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Combat Medic
Alt. mode: Blue Suburu WRX Impreza
Weapons: Laser Pistol
Special Abilities: Teleportation up to distances of 1.5 miles. (-15)
Height: 22 ft. (6.7 meters)
Quote: "Slag happens. I'd be out of a job if it didn't."

Statistics:
STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 8
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 5
FIREPOWER: 2
ACCURACY: 2
MELEE: 4
TECH SKILL: 8
CHARISMA: 4
RANK: ??

Profile: Hardly ever serious, most Autobots cannot understand how Bitmap can operate in combat conditions as efficiently as he does. He never seems to take life seriously, often being sarcastic and slightly annoying, although in the heat of battle he can show a maturity superior to many (although his sarcasm remains). This helps him decide the fates of many injured Autobots as he teleports to various downed warriors, deciding whether or not it is worth it to repair them, or if they are beyond saving. Bitmap's knowledge of Transformer physiology is rivaled by few, namely Ratchet and Perceptor. He is tolerated by many of the Autobots, due to his extraordinary abilities in battle, but his abrasive personality can turn off many Autobot comrades.

Abilities: Bitmap is very quick in battle, teleporting to trench and barricade around the battlefield to assist fallen and wounded Autobots while avoiding combat himself. When he does encounter combat, Bit is quick to fire disruptive shots to confuse the enemy before teleporting and fleeing the scene. He doesn't like fighting, and finds himself lacking in the combat aspects of battle, but his intelligence and ingenuity when assisting fellow Autobots make up for it well.

He can move rather quickly (speeds of up to 240 mph in vehicle form), helping him move when he doesn't have the energy to perform a teleport.

His human avatar is a young man (early 20's), attractive, blonde hair, usually sporting sunglasses.

Weaknesses: He isn't much of a fighter. He has little proficiency in weaponry. Also, he has a rather abrasive personality, and most Autobots aren't sure if he takes the war seriously.

Sample Post
A purple bolt flew past Bitmap's head as he looked intently at the wires he was fusing together. He then quickly welded a small piece of metal over the spot and gave a thumbs up to his comrade.

"It isn't pretty," said Bitmap, with a chuckle. "But then again your face never was, Ironhide."

A chime went off on Bitmap's wrist, and the Autobot quickly smiled at his latest patient. "Looks like my services are needed elsewhere."

The blue Transformer disappeared in a flash, and soon he was standing on the other side of the battlefield, where Hound and Ratchet were huddled behind a large boulder, blasting at the Decepticons across from them.

"What Ratchet, couldn't fix it yourself?" laughed Bitmap as he quickly started examining Ratchet's right hand.
"Nah, I'm too busy shooting Decepti-creeps to fix it this time, and I knew you wouldn't be busy," chuckled Ratchet.

Bitmap quickly went to work, spot welding and rewiring the Autobot's hand, trying to make sure that he wouldn't suffer any long term damage. After all, thought Bit, I wouldn't want to have the burden of being the best surgeon here.

Just as Bitmap was finishing the repairs a loud voice bellowed from the Decepticon side. "Surrender, Autobots!" the raspy voice of Megatron called out. "This oilfield is ours!"

Megatron then transformed, and Soundwave used him to blast away the boulder behind which the three Autobots were taking cover. All three were blasted back, and Hound and Ratchet quickly scrambled for more cover. Bitmap flew back from another blast before teleporting back to Ironhide. "Where is Optimus?! I'm gonna run out of energy repairing all of you like this."

"I don't know," replied Ironhide. "Maybe you should try shooting yer gun instead of yer mouth, Bitmap."
"Thanks for the advise, pops," smiled Bit as he pulled out his pistol and shot almost blindly at the opposition.
"Nevermind!" said Ironhide, after seeing the medic's aim. "Just stick to fixin' us!"
"Thought so," said Bit, as he turned to go assist another Autobot.

He transformed and raced a little ways to another Autobot. I hope Optimus gets here soon, he thought, as he applied another minor repair. I don't know how much longer I can keep these repairs up.

Not a moment later a semi horn bellowed, and everyone turned to see Optimus Prime's arrival, followed by several Autobots.

"Decepticons! Retreat! There are too many of them!" yelled out Megatron as he turned and flew off with Soundwave and a couple other Decepticons.

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I was a little worried you guys wouldn't go for the teleportation thing. Glad my idea made it through.

He looks good. Approved. He would have been on board the Guardian. He could have bounced down along with Perceptor. Hold him there for a bit. He can bug Percy for a while.