Devastator316 wrote:Name: Hardhead
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Ground Assault
Alt. Mode: Cybertronian Tank
Weapons: Shatterblasters (X2), 120mm Laser-guided Cannon
Height: 33ft / 10m
Quote: "It's either MY way - or NO way!"
Strength: 9
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 5
Speed: 5
Endurance: 9
Courage: 10
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 7
Tech Skill: 3
Charisma: 5
Rank: 6
Profile:
The only way to get Hardhead to follow advice is to persuade him he came up with the idea himself. He knows only one way to do anything- his way. He's as stubborn as a Buick with a six-year-old battery on a cold winter's morning. He doesn't talk too much, but when he does he's usually brief and to the point, never sparing the emotions of others. Some would say he's businesslike, others would say rude. Soldiering is his life; on the battlefield, he's just as stubborn as anywhere else. Retreat is a dirty word to him- he'll fight until there's nothing left of his enemy... or himself.
Created during the Second Golden age, Hardhead is one of the few Autobots to actually come from a military background. However with few threats and fewer battles, most of his time was spent on guard duty, a job Hardhead grew to despise but put up with. However, when the deceptions rose up and began the second Great War, Hardhead suddenly found himself back in business. Under Optimus Prime's leadership, Hardhead has become significantly more confident in the Autobot way of doing things compared to versions from other realities, appreciating Prime's understanding on the situation they find themselves in.
Abilities:
In tank mode, Hardhead has a maximum road speed of 155 mph. He's impervious to most armor-piercing artillery and is resistant to most thermal and electromagnetic beam weapons. His range is 450 miles. He carries a 120mm laser-guided cannon that shoots a variety of incendiary, sonic and explosive shells. In robot mode, he uses two shatterblasters; guns that shoot diamond-hard crystal shards that can shred a foot-thick steel wall with one burst. His tank mode exhaust gases can melt the finish of any vehicle or robot following too closely behind him.
Weaknesses: Although resistant to most exterior fire, Hardhead often suffers internal injuries from the recoil of his own weapons. His stubbornness has often been his downfall in many battles, often leading to battleplans being ruined and whilst he has rarely been deactivated, has prevented his advancement into the higher echelons of the faction.
Role-Play Sample:
The rugged appearance of the Rust Sea was fitting for the duty that had been given to Hardhead. His assignment was one of utter repugnance to the core of his nature. Once again he was forced into guard duty in response to the long period of inactivity in the ongoing war. The waters of the Rust Sea were always a corroded yellowish-brown color that could easily conceal any number of enemy’s bellow the surface. All things had been unusually quiet, to quiet for Hardheads liking.
The ground shook lightly and vibrations carried across the surface as an enormous green tank made its way through the area. The center of tank was composed of a large 120mm laser-guided cannon that packed enough firepower to blast a hole in the most durable of foes. A combination of black constructed tracks allowed the massive force to travel great distance at high speeds while the outer hull was made of thick titanium steel, making it almost impossible to puncture. “Guard duty. I hate guard duty. Though it was better than sticking around for the whole honor and duty speech.” Hardhead stated miserably to himself while he traveled the distance of the shore, allowing the tainted waves to wash up on the shoreline. Parts and components rushed up onto the shoreline from former wars raged across Cybertron, causing the shoreline to be littered with fragmented parts.
Coming to a thundering halt the massive tank started to change form, allowing its hull to stand and its tracks to recalibrate into well function arms. The right shoulder became a mounted laser cannon while a pair of shatter-blasters were ejected upwards into the air before they became grasped by large robotic hands, snatching them out the air. On each shoulder a red Autobot insignia was proudly displayed for all to see. A blue optic strip activated as Hardheads vision came online. “A little target practice never hurt anyone.” Hardhead raised one his blasters while the cannon barrel charged with a dark red glow. A rapid laser blast was slammed out of the blaster and struck a nearby target, destroying a large collection of trash on the shoreline.
“Highbrow and his stupid ideas. Guard duty was suppose to be fun, who ever heard of such a thing?” Hardhead whined to himself while he continued to blast nearby trash piles clearing the shoreline of all the collected trash. Hardhead soon reverted to his tank form and took to patrolling the shoreline once again, having little interest in engaging such pathetic targets.
Approved. Start him in Nova Cronum.