The Energon Pub

Name: Stormrune
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Bomber
Alt. mode: High Speed Bomber
Weapons: Robot form-2 Laser Cannons and Micro Missiles. Jet form – 2 Laser Cannons, Bombs and Heavy Plasma Missiles.
Special Abilities: Shield Generator, Radar.
Height: 30 feet / 9.1 meters
Quote: Fighters? They can destroy the Seekers. I can destroy the Seekers Base. You still think they’re better?

STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 5
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 9
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 5
FIREPOWER: 9
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 1
TECH SKILL: 5
CHARISMA: 5
RANK:

Profile: Stormrune has been with the Autobots for a while, being a native Iaconian it seemed the right thing to do. Serving first as a technician and later as a scout he was eventually promoted to the command of his own squad doing raids against Deceptican supply bases and convoys. During a mission gone horribly wrong most of his squad was destroyed and the only other survivors drifted off into other units or abandoned the Autobots altogether.

Refusing to give into despair he instead focused on what was the cause of his failure in his optics, the inability to take out the outpost itself. Having been first a hovercar and then an attack hover-dyne, he had been airborne for most of his existence. Deciding to play to his strengths he applied to the Autobot Aerial Forces and received the transformation he presently has, that of a large blue and grey Bomber.

The logic was simple, he had failed close to the ground so it was time to bring death from above.

Stormrune is a sober character, preferring to speak only when he feels its needed and enjoys the freedom of the skies offered by his new form when he isn’t obsessing over some new bombing technique. While not obvious at first glance he cares deeply for his comrades and will go above and beyond to save them if they are in trouble.

Ability: Able to reach Mach 3.4 and with a near orbital flight ceiling he is one of the faster Autobots despite his size. Reasonably agile and with high speed he is very difficult to intercept and he can generate a protective shield around himself to ward off attacks. His Bombs and Missiles are good at taking out ground-based transformers and fixed installations.

Weakness: He’s designed for Air-to-Ground warfare and doesn’t do well in dogfights. His Shield takes up a lot of power meaning he can’t keep it up for long periods. His Plasma Missiles while very powerful have great difficulty tracking airborne targets. Sometime recklessly tries to help in situations he’s not suited for placing him in great danger.

Sample Post:

The hums of his systems along with the roar of his quad engines were the sounds that accompanied him as Stormrune blazed across Cybertrons stratosphere from the Autobot City of Iacon. He silently revelled it the feeling it invoked, he had often wondered why he hadn’t taken a jet mode earlier. This thought brought his joy to an end as he snapped fully back to reality through the combination of the bad memories it invoked and the warning ping of his radar.

Around him the other members of the Autobot Strike Force pushed their throttles harder as they approached the target they had been assigned to destroy.

“ Stormrune, we’ll clear the way. Follow the mission plan understood.” The Flight leader radioed as a force of Decepticons closed in on them.

“ Affirmative.” The larger Autobot replied simply.

“ Don’t worry we’ll try and leave a few for you!” One of the other flyer crowed as the two forces met.

Ignoring the developing battle around him, the engines of the Autobot Bomber increased in pitch until they practically screamed aloud at the world in fury. Lunging forward he surprised several Decepticon flyers that were turning for a shot at him and burned in on the target, closing the distance at incredible speeds. Launching a spread of Plasma Missiles some of these deadly projectiles spiralled in directly while other dropped to the deck and came in at ground level. By the time the AA defences of the enemy position had got into full swing Stormrune was already over them and delivering the second punch. His missiles plowed into the buildings causing massive damage and confusion among the defenders therefore preventing them from responding as his bay doors opened again and a spread of bombs dropped from him to plaster the land below.

Tuning away and rejoining the strike force as it performed a fighting withdraw he made a comment to the young flyer that had boasted earlier.

“ I’m sorry I could save some for you.”

With this he again accelerated and climbed, heading back towards HQ. He always enjoyed high altitude flight.

Rampage01 wrote:Name: Deadair
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Communications Jammer
Alt. mode: (Cybertronian) Compact Jamming Array / (Earth) Cassette Player
Weapons: Laser Rifle
Special Abilities: communications jamming
Height: 22 ft. or 6.7 m
Quote: “And no one dare disturb the sound of silence.”

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

Profile: Deadair’s body was built along similar lines as many communications bots, however, unlike any standard comms bot, his systems are designed to disrupt communications, rather than aid them. He is also fairly technically proficient and built himself a pair of cassette partners, Encore and Whitenoise, though he used pre-existing designs and parts to do so. He had planned to construct more, but when the Decepticons could no longer gain access to new sparks these plans got pushed off to the wayside. These plans were then abandoned completely after one of his creations, Encore, was destroyed in combat. This was a rather unsettling experience for Deadair, having grown far closer to his creations than he would have otherwise thought possible for any Decepticon.

Abilities: Deadair is designed to be able to zero in on Autobot communications channels and transmit a signal of his own that blocks them out, giving the Autobots nothing but static. In his robot mode, his jamming equipment is capable of disrupting enemy communications within a range of 75 miles. In his alternate mode, he can boost his jamming signal to cover a range up to 150 miles.

Weaknesses: Due to an unusually quirk in his jamming circuits, when his jammers are activated, his own comm unit and audio receptors will shut down, rendering him completely deaf. The jammers will also drain power from his weapons systems when he is in robot mode, reducing the damage output of his laser rifle. Deadair is rather protective of his remaining creation, Whitenoise, especially after the loss of Encore, and would be easily persuaded to do anything if his cassette was used as leverage against him.

Sample Post:
Deadair peaked around the corner of the building, watching the pair of Autobot scouts that were walking down the street. One looked like a fairly standard car model, the other appeared to be some sort of motorcycle. He readied his weapon and waited.

>>We are in position.>Waiting for your signal.>Roger.>Keep your audios on, cause you know I won’t.>MEDIC!<<

You need to take a canon character before any more fanmades are approved.

maumau wrote:Name: RammerJ
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Fighter and Engineer.
Alt. mode: Blaster Canon.
Weapons: One weapon laser cannon gun.
Special Abilities: Able to sense danger.
Height: RammerJ is about 25feet tall.

Quote: '"Where there is life, there is hope, and where there is hope, there can be peace."
Profile: RammerJ is the epitome of what most of his city origin hold dear. He is primarily concerned with helping his race grow and evolve through self-awareness and constant learning. No one really truly knows where or when he came from, but he seems skilled in all manner of repairs and construction. An inventor and scientist, RammerJ is usually absorbed in some research project that will benefit his people. He will not turn away anyone who needs help, no matter their faction. Usually, he keeps to himself and his studies, and unfortunately does not always remember to take the time to interact with his faction. Oddly, he carries no obvious weaponry and no one ever remebers seeing him transform.
STRENGTH:5
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE: 4
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 4
TECH SKILL: 8
CHARISMA:6
RANK: Normal robot.

Profile: This is a heavy injured robot had been activated back to life by Optimus Prime in order to help Skyfire patroling the city of Cybertron.

Abilities: Able to tranform to laser cannon and can be use
by other Autobot for defence and attack. Able to capture other technology fast and able to solve a devise problem
no matter how hard it is.

Weaknesses: Fast and easily made mistakes, sturborn and
not very skillful in fighting.

Oneday at Cybertron, when Optimus prime visited destroyed cities by the decepticon, as he rolling along with a few autobots team, he pass by a place with full of junk and
destroyed robots. Optimus prime saw a half wreck robots
still functioning and the robot told Optimus that this place had been bombarded with heavy nuclear energy by a group of decepticon robots. They taken off all the energy supply here and destroy this city. This half survive robot told Optimus prime that he no longer surviving and unable to protect his city and urge Optimus prime to discharge his energy as a termination to him.
Optimus prime feel very pity to this robot and inform wheeljack, skyfire, and other autobot to carry him back to
Autobots place in order to revive him.

Your grammar are spelling need considerable work and your application is not formatted correctly. You have two profile sections that don't really make sense with one another. You will need to do considerable work to make this application approvable.

shad4c wrote:Name: Stormrune
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Bomber
Alt. mode: High Speed Bomber
Weapons: Robot form-2 Laser Cannons and Micro Missiles. Jet form – 2 Laser Cannons, Bombs and Heavy Plasma Missiles.
Special Abilities: Shield Generator, Radar.
Height: 30 feet / 9.1 meters
Quote: Fighters? They can destroy the Seekers. I can destroy the Seekers Base. You still think they’re better?

STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 5
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 9
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 5
FIREPOWER: 9
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 1
TECH SKILL: 5
CHARISMA: 5
RANK:

Profile: Stormrune has been with the Autobots for a while, being a native Iaconian it seemed the right thing to do. Serving first as a technician and later as a scout he was eventually promoted to the command of his own squad doing raids against Deceptican supply bases and convoys. During a mission gone horribly wrong most of his squad was destroyed and the only other survivors drifted off into other units or abandoned the Autobots altogether.

Refusing to give into despair he instead focused on what was the cause of his failure in his optics, the inability to take out the outpost itself. Having been first a hovercar and then an attack hover-dyne, he had been airborne for most of his existence. Deciding to play to his strengths he applied to the Autobot Aerial Forces and received the transformation he presently has, that of a large blue and grey Bomber.

The logic was simple, he had failed close to the ground so it was time to bring death from above.

Stormrune is a sober character, preferring to speak only when he feels its needed and enjoys the freedom of the skies offered by his new form when he isn’t obsessing over some new bombing technique. While not obvious at first glance he cares deeply for his comrades and will go above and beyond to save them if they are in trouble.

Ability: Able to reach Mach 3.4 and with a near orbital flight ceiling he is one of the faster Autobots despite his size. Reasonably agile and with high speed he is very difficult to intercept and he can generate a protective shield around himself to ward off attacks. His Bombs and Missiles are good at taking out ground-based transformers and fixed installations.

Weakness: He’s designed for Air-to-Ground warfare and doesn’t do well in dogfights. His Shield takes up a lot of power meaning he can’t keep it up for long periods. His Plasma Missiles while very powerful have great difficulty tracking airborne targets. Sometime recklessly tries to help in situations he’s not suited for placing him in great danger.

Sample Post:

The hums of his systems along with the roar of his quad engines were the sounds that accompanied him as Stormrune blazed across Cybertrons stratosphere from the Autobot City of Iacon. He silently revelled it the feeling it invoked, he had often wondered why he hadn’t taken a jet mode earlier. This thought brought his joy to an end as he snapped fully back to reality through the combination of the bad memories it invoked and the warning ping of his radar.

Around him the other members of the Autobot Strike Force pushed their throttles harder as they approached the target they had been assigned to destroy.

“ Stormrune, we’ll clear the way. Follow the mission plan understood.” The Flight leader radioed as a force of Decepticons closed in on them.

“ Affirmative.” The larger Autobot replied simply.

“ Don’t worry we’ll try and leave a few for you!” One of the other flyer crowed as the two forces met.

Ignoring the developing battle around him, the engines of the Autobot Bomber increased in pitch until they practically screamed aloud at the world in fury. Lunging forward he surprised several Decepticon flyers that were turning for a shot at him and burned in on the target, closing the distance at incredible speeds. Launching a spread of Plasma Missiles some of these deadly projectiles spiralled in directly while other dropped to the deck and came in at ground level. By the time the AA defences of the enemy position had got into full swing Stormrune was already over them and delivering the second punch. His missiles plowed into the buildings causing massive damage and confusion among the defenders therefore preventing them from responding as his bay doors opened again and a spread of bombs dropped from him to plaster the land below.

Tuning away and rejoining the strike force as it performed a fighting withdraw he made a comment to the young flyer that had boasted earlier.

“ I’m sorry I could save some for you.”

With this he again accelerated and climbed, heading back towards HQ. He always enjoyed high altitude flight.

Get rid of the stat of 1 and bump it up to something a bit more reasonable like a 3. This would still make him pathetic in melee combat, but not as bad as a 1. With a melee of 1 he doesn't know how to punch, kick or hit anyone. The rest looks good, adjust that and it should be approvable.

Name: Stormrune
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Bomber
Alt. mode: High Speed Bomber
Weapons: Robot form-2 Laser Cannons and Micro Missiles. Jet form – 2 Laser Cannons, Bombs and Heavy Plasma Missiles.
Special Abilities: Shield Generator, Radar.
Height: 30 feet / 9.1 meters
Quote: Fighters? They can destroy the Seekers. I can destroy the Seekers Base. You still think they’re better?

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

Profile: Stormrune has been with the Autobots for a while, being a native Iaconian it seemed the right thing to do. Serving first as a technician and later as a scout he was eventually promoted to the command of his own squad doing raids against Deceptican supply bases and convoys. During a mission gone horribly wrong most of his squad was destroyed and the only other survivors drifted off into other units or abandoned the Autobots altogether.

Refusing to give into despair he instead focused on what was the cause of his failure in his optics, the inability to take out the outpost itself. Having been first a hovercar and then an attack hover-dyne, he had been airborne for most of his existence. Deciding to play to his strengths he applied to the Autobot Aerial Forces and received the transformation he presently has, that of a large blue and grey Bomber.

The logic was simple, he had failed close to the ground so it was time to bring death from above.

Stormrune is a sober character, preferring to speak only when he feels its needed and enjoys the freedom of the skies offered by his new form when he isn’t obsessing over some new bombing technique. While not obvious at first glance he cares deeply for his comrades and will go above and beyond to save them if they are in trouble.

Ability: Able to reach Mach 3.4 and with a near orbital flight ceiling he is one of the faster Autobots despite his size. Reasonably agile and with high speed he is very difficult to intercept and he can generate a protective shield around himself to ward off attacks. His Bombs and Missiles are good at taking out ground-based transformers and fixed installations.

Weakness: He’s designed for Air-to-Ground warfare and doesn’t do well in dogfights. His Shield takes up a lot of power meaning he can’t keep it up for long periods. His Plasma Missiles while very powerful have great difficulty tracking airborne targets. Sometime recklessly tries to help in situations he’s not suited for placing him in great danger.

Sample Post:

The hums of his systems along with the roar of his quad engines were the sounds that accompanied him as Stormrune blazed across Cybertrons stratosphere from the Autobot City of Iacon. He silently revelled it the feeling it invoked, he had often wondered why he hadn’t taken a jet mode earlier. This thought brought his joy to an end as he snapped fully back to reality through the combination of the bad memories it invoked and the warning ping of his radar.

Around him the other members of the Autobot Strike Force pushed their throttles harder as they approached the target they had been assigned to destroy.

“ Stormrune, we’ll clear the way. Follow the mission plan understood.” The Flight leader radioed as a force of Decepticons closed in on them.

“ Affirmative.” The larger Autobot replied simply.

“ Don’t worry we’ll try and leave a few for you!” One of the other flyer crowed as the two forces met.

Ignoring the developing battle around him, the engines of the Autobot Bomber increased in pitch until they practically screamed aloud at the world in fury. Lunging forward he surprised several Decepticon flyers that were turning for a shot at him and burned in on the target, closing the distance at incredible speeds. Launching a spread of Plasma Missiles some of these deadly projectiles spiralled in directly while other dropped to the deck and came in at ground level. By the time the AA defences of the enemy position had got into full swing Stormrune was already over them and delivering the second punch. His missiles plowed into the buildings causing massive damage and confusion among the defenders therefore preventing them from responding as his bay doors opened again and a spread of bombs dropped from him to plaster the land below.

Tuning away and rejoining the strike force as it performed a fighting withdraw he made a comment to the young flyer that had boasted earlier.

“ I’m sorry I could save some for you.”

With this he again accelerated and climbed, heading back towards HQ. He always enjoyed high altitude flight.

Devastron wrote:

Rampage01 wrote:lots o' words

You need to take a canon character before any more fanmades are approved.

I was told that the G2 Cyberjets counted as canon when I applied for them. Is this no longer the case, or was it never the case to begin with?

Name: RammerJ
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Engineer &Defence.
Alt. mode: Telescope and laser canon.
Weapons: One weapon laser cannon gun.
Special Abilities: Able to sense danger.
Height: RammerJ is about 25feet tall, 7.3m height.

Profile: RammerJ is the epitome of what most of his city origin hold dear. He is primarily concerned with helping his race grow and evolve through self-awareness and constant learning. No one really truly knows where or when he came from, but he seems skilled in all manner of repairs and construction. An inventor and scientist, RammerJ is usually absorbed in some research project that will benefit his people. He will not turn away anyone who needs help, no matter their faction. Usually, he keeps to himself and his studies, and unfortunately does not always remember to take the time to interact with his faction. Oddly, he carries no obvious weaponry and no one ever rembers seeing him transform.
STRENGTH:5
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE: 4
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 4
TECH SKILL: 8
CHARISMA:6
RANK: Normal robot.

This is a heavy injured robot had been activated back to life by Optimus Prime in order to help Skyfire fixing and repair machine and heavy injured Autobot of Cybertron.

Abilities: Tranform into a telescope and at the same time can
be use as laser blaster for defence. Able to capture other technology fast and able to solve a devise problem
no matter how hard it is.

Weaknesses: Fast and easily made mistakes, sturborn and
not very skillful in fighting.

RammerJ loves to work with anything mechanical, especially if he work furthers the Autobot cause. He is equipped with all manner of tools, laser scalpels of various sorts and anything else that could be of use in his role as a medic and engineer. He also doubles as a security robot, as he spends much time in base.

Motto: "Wars are won by technical expertise, not skill in battle."

Rampage01 wrote:

Devastron wrote:

Rampage01 wrote:lots o' words

You need to take a canon character before any more fanmades are approved.

I was told that the G2 Cyberjets counted as canon when I applied for them. Is this no longer the case, or was it never the case to begin with?

That was the case when I approved them. The G2 Cyberjets are a bit underused, but they are canon... unless we're being real strict about what counts as canon around here. I'll talk about it with Devastron, but in the meantime could you consider taking up a G1 character. A Seeker perhaps?

Name: Crueljaw
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt Mode: tumbler bridging Vehicle (Batmobile Batman Begins)
Weapons: 1 Plasma Shotgun 1 Vibro knife
Height: 30ft 9,1m
“I’ll justify my reasons with your mech fluid”

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

Since his creation Crueljaw’s been all about 2 things where his next energon ration is coming from and who he has to slag to do it. Designed as an assault vehicle he was dismayed to find he got an experimental bridging vehicle alt mode, the project was eventually shelved after the con techs couldn’t get the bridge to work. Since then the stubborn warrior has been shunted from battlefront to battlefront gradually his combat experience was built up. Its been said that Crueljaw’s love for combat has been dulled but you ever see him on the battlefield you’ll be glad your not on the other side. Arrogant and cruel Crueljaw will gladly rip the spark out of an autobot then talk smack as the optics of his victims fades away.

Abilities
In his robot mode Crueljaw is a formidable fighter, well versed in gladiatorial combat and cybertronian martial arts. Crueljaw’s been trained in guerrilla warfare tactics and employs these to great effect. In his tumbler alternate mode he’s got a jet booster, which will propel him to speeds of up to 220mph, this enables him to bridge gaps of up to 80ft he can also use this booster in robot mode to bounce forward. Like most decepticons he is fitted with a flight circuit but only uses it in emergencies he can’t stand flying for long.

Weaknesses
Apart from his arrogance his main weakness is his fear of flying he refuses to use his flight circuit to escape even if it’s the most logical course of action.

Sample post

The Autobot sentry looked up to see the underside of flying black shape landing on him the con didn’t notice what he’d landed on. He only had optics for his objective an autobot observer named Click. Rumour had it that the bot was skulking around the ruins of an autobot watchtower that had been bombed out by the Seekers two days earlier collecting data on decepticon troop movements.

The deep rumble of his engine had probably alerted the Autobot by now but it didn’t matter to Crueljaw he was already at the base of the watchtower. Transforming he climbed the steps his shotgun in his hands above his audio picked up on something moving above him. The winding steps seemed to go on and on his long optic narrowed as he reached the top of the stairs. Click was waiting for him a shot from the autobots rifle slammed into Crueljaw’s chest sending him tumbling down the steps he lost his shotgun during the fall.

As he came back online he found the Autobot clearing the last of the steps and heading towards him with Crueljaw’s own shotgun in his hands. Crueljaw had seconds before he was put into permanent stasis he reached down and retrieved his vibro blade a small knife really but could cut through most armour. A quick flick of his wrist and the blade flew through the air tearing through the neck of the autobot severing and energon line. The autobot fired the shot going wide. Crueljaw righted himself walked over and recovered his shotgun. “Next time you want to kill someone aim for the head” Crueljaw sneered as he aimed his shotgun and fired point blank into the autobot. As he pulled his blade from his victim he picked up the Datapad that had fallen from the dead autobots wrist compartment. “Well I’ve got what I’ve come for wonder if Soundwave will actually pay me for this or just take all the glory like normal”

ok i made the alterations

Die, sig, die! - Gatkowski

Philcom wrote:

Rampage01 wrote:

Devastron wrote:

Rampage01 wrote:lots o' words

You need to take a canon character before any more fanmades are approved.

I was told that the G2 Cyberjets counted as canon when I applied for them. Is this no longer the case, or was it never the case to begin with?

That was the case when I approved them. The G2 Cyberjets are a bit underused, but they are canon... unless we're being real strict about what counts as canon around here. I'll talk about it with Devastron, but in the meantime could you consider taking up a G1 character. A Seeker perhaps?

I had considered Iguanus, though I figured on waiting for him until the RPG actually got to the point where PRetender technology became available,a s it just doesn't sound as fun to play him without the lizard shell. A Seeker would probably be a good idea, though. I'd better go shuffle through my MTMTE profile books some more.

Edit: The roster list shows Ramjet being available. His MTMTE profile makes him sound right up my alley, so, here we go.

Name: Ramjet
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: (Cybertron)Heavy assault fighter/ (Earth)Modified F-15
Weapons: 2 cluster bomb launchers, 2 laser rifles
Height: 33 ft. or 10 m
Quote: “If it flies, crash it.”

STRENGTH: 8
[b]INTELLIGENCE: 5
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 9
ENDURANCE: 9
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: (5 on the toy’s bio)

Profile: If it hurts – someone else or him, it doesn’t matter – Ramjet likes it; he gets his kicks from pain. He’ll punch, bash, or ram anything he can just for the thrill of it. He particularly loves to knock other aircraft out of the sky. Whether a civilian airliner or Autobot flyer, it makes no difference to Ramjet. He loves the feeling of smashing into something at high speed, and he’s built to survive these collisions with little damage – unlike his foes. Ramjet is particularly fond of the surprise his victims feel, since they rarely expect another jet to willingly crash into them. Ramjet strives to keep the skies clear of anything he considers unworthy of sharing the air with him, and he’s insufferably boastful and arrogant about it.

Abilities: Subject has great strength, and amazing endurance and resistance to damage. He is heavily armored throughout his body and especially his nosecone, which can shrug off an impact with a 3-foot concrete wall at 1,500 mph with no ill effects. In jet mode, he flies at speeds of Mach 2.8 and is armed with two cluster bomb launchers. As a robot, he’s armed with two high-powered laser rifles. A glitch in his pain receptor wiring gives him and amazingly high pain threshold.

Weaknesses: Subject’s delusions of invulnerability and masochism cause him to overestimate his resistance to damage. His pride makes him refuse to admit it when this occurs, resulting in his sustaining severe damage rather than admitting he couldn’t take it.

Sample Post:

>>Unidentified aircraft, come in. Do you copy?<<

Ramjet had been trying to ignore the human voice that was bugging him, and over primitive radio waves, too. He didn’t care about their stupid fly zones, or air traffic regulations. They didn’t even deserve to fly, anyway.

He adjusted his ailerons and angled in on the source of the pesky radio transmission. He launched a pair of bombs, which burst open just ahead of their target, scattering a multitude of bomblets. The airport traffic control tower practically shattered as a swarm of submunitions detonated against it. A few of the bomblets missed the tower and exploded against the central terminal, instead. Ramjet didn’t particularly care, however, as he was here for a different reason.

A slight adjustment of his elevators and rudders sent him hurtling across the tarmac, his belly just inches above the pavement. He throttled up as he approached his target, the Concord jet that had just landed. The aircraft’s hull crumbled like a wet cardboard box as his nose slammed into the middle of its fuselage at speeds just barely within the subsonic range.

I guess it wasn’t the Aerialbot after all. Ramjet thought to himself as he pulled up and away from the airport. He then circled back around and fired a pair of cluster bombs at the airport’s runway to insure that the humans couldn’t make use of it. But at least there are a few less meatbags cluttering up my sky.

Name: Pariah
Faction: Neutral
Function: Chronicler
Alt. Mode: Cybertronian Motorcycle
Weapons: Obsidian mantle
Special abilities: Telekinesis, robot mode flight
Height: 25FT
Quote: "In times of strife, there must always be those who watch, who remember all that transpires"

STRENGTH: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 6
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 2
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 9
CHARISMA: 9
RANK: 0

Profile: There are legends told across the ages of one transformer, who when the civil war began and continued to wage remained neutral within the conflict, yet took part of it nonetheless. Both side's data banks and information specialists have in their possession reports of a silent figure, watching numberless battles. Any attempts to destroy or capture the individual have so far failed, with those attacking him reporting that their weapons failed to fire, or that when they did, the figure was covered in darkness and they failed to inflict harm upon him, that when the darkness receded there was not a trace of the individual. The few neutrals that remain have other stories, of a mech coming to them bringing warnings of raids and attacks, incoming battles that they were not even aware of, which came to pass just as the figure said they would.

The mech known as Pariah is only understood through his actions. Never does he raise a hand to attack anyone, autobot or decepticon, but neither does he aid either side. Neither does he speak about himself. Only the neutrals recieve any sort of actual aid, although several autobots and decepticons have been rescued. His motives are unknown, but there are theories.

The first relates to a religious order known as the Watchers of Primus, which were destroyed several eons ago. They were the lorekeepers derived from a religious sect originally conceved from the Archivists during the Golden age of Cybertron. Some believe Pariah to come from this group, which is supported by his displays of almost magical abilities. The Watchers were reknowned for their ability to commune with the planet's core, and were known as mystics and Priests of the Tenets of Primus.

The second relates to a soldier by the name of Spearhead, who, originally a decepticon became an Autobot when his home was destroyed by an indiscriminate decepticon attack. It is believed he defected to the Autobots for a time, distancing himself from his past by renaming himself Morningstar. But again he became disillusioned, and chose to exile himself from both factions.

Reguardless of the truth, Pariah's abilities and seemingly omnipotent understanding have had intelligence from both factions interested in him, for differing reasons.

Appearance: Those who have met him report an eeringly calm, yet concerned character, a single vertical optic crossing the front of his face, coloured green. The rest of his colouration is grey, but at all times he is surrounded by a strange cloak of some unidentifiable black material.

Abilities: Pariah can transform into a Cybertronian cycle with a speed of up to 180 miles per hour. In robot mode, he is fairly agile, though his frame indicates he has average strength and endurance.

Unnaturally for a transformer in this day and age, he is armed with no conventional weapons, he has what he terms his 'Obsidian mantle', a strange metallic black cloak that surrounds him in robot mode. In cycle mode, it wraps around him and forms a sleek exoskeleton that allows him to reach his maximum speed rapidly by minimising drag. It seems to respond directly to his mental commands, and is capable of shifting into a variety of shapes and forms, though it cannot increase or decrease in size. Although it appears fragile, it is self-repairing and extremely durable, and as such is often employed as a shield, taking most normal weapons fire like normal armour.

Pariah's most supernatural ability however is his telekinetic abilities. He has often disarmed entire squads with but a wave of his hand by disconnecting the internal componants of their weapons, or silenced mechs in a similar fashion. Other times he has saved a mech from certain death by stopping them from falling through concentration, or using his mind to throw falling debris clear out of the way.

The source of his supernatural powers has widely been considered to be highly sophisticated forms of graviton field manipulation, but those who believe Pariah to be a former Watcher of Primus believe they are in facts gifts from the creator himself. Pariah has never validated either conclusion, instead leaving his past ambiguous.

However, his mental faculties outshine any of his physical feats. He is among the most charismatic and intelligent transformers alive, more often relying on them to evade escalating situations he finds himself in than his other considerable abilities. He is a loremaster, and it is rare that anything spoken that relates to his homeworld to be new to him.

Weaknesses: Pariah is bound by promises made long ago to never conciously cause harm, either by action or inaction to any individual, be they autobot, decepticon or otherwise, unless they are autobots and decepticons fighting one another. As a result, he is a literal pacifist, and whilst he will defend himself by using a combination of evasion, deflection and diplomacy, he cannot lay a physical blow upon his assailants. Any who he will help, he must.


Sample post:

The battlefield was littered with corpses, and as Pariah walked it, he scanned them to check for any signs of life, be they Autobot or Decepticon. To him, it mattered little, both were vital to the other, in their own strange way. Most Cybertronians had forgotten any other purpose than to destroy their enemies, and ironically enough, each faction needed the other to maintain their significent. Such was the of wars as hard-fought as these.

Movement suddenly registered in his single optic, and he glanced upwards. There, shakily holding a gun, was a lone decepticon, badly wounded but still clinging to life. Immediately Pariah held up his hands, the Obsidian mantle flaring behind him to reveal his weaponless form.

"Peace, decepticon. I am unarmed. Neither am i your enemy.." Pariah stated, staring down the decepticon. He looked like a veteran, one of the saner members of the faction. Coughing, the mech scowled, and bringing his gun upright, he aimed, and pulled the trigger.

There was no shot.

"I have temperarily disabled your weapon, decepticon." Pariah stated calmly. "We have need of one another, and killing me will solve nothing, and will prevent you from recovering from the damage you have recieved this night.."

"Eh? I'm slaggin' fine you freak" he replied, casting aside his weapon and drew a dagger from a side sheath.

"Is that so? Then why is your system currently registering ion fluctuations in your servos that, should they continue to build will ultimately cause lysis of your fuel lines due to static friction? Caused by an ion blast to the chest you recieved approximately twenty breems ago. A pink and yellow Autobot if i recall correctly. You killed him with that same weapon you have just discarded.." If Pariah had a mouth, he certainly would of smirked. It wasn't hard, he had been observing the battle and had grown used to rapidly memorising everything that had happened, even the small combats that went on as he watched. He knew the approximate damage and protection ratios of almost a trillion different configurations off by heart, with countless more easily retrievable from his data banks, so it was easy to deduce at least part of the mech's damage..

"Alright.. care to tell me how you bloody did that??" the con asked, realising that perhaps he wasn't dealing with an ordinary mech.

"Simple deduction.. Now, if you would be kind enough to settle down and allow me to make repairs, you could also be amiable enough to explain a slight problem in my deductions of this skirmish... now..."


Several breems later, the baffled decepticon was on his way, and Pariah couldn't help but shake his head in sheer admonishment. All this life wasted, just as a feint to draw autobots away from their posts for a scouting operation. How typically decepticon. And as for the autobots, they underestimated their foes, and as a result, most of them were dead, whilst the decepticons recieved almost no casulties. The futily of war was as evident in this battle as it was in every other one Pariah had observed.

A groaning came from the edge of his hearing, and turning, came upon a battered form of an Autobot, struggling underneath some rubble. Another life to preserve, Pariah slowly walked over to him, concentrating on the rubble to begin shifting it out of the way, glad that it wasn;t in a a solid chunk, as slowly small boulders of it drifted into the air, and were tossed aside.

It would be a long evening, he realised. Perhaps there were more survivors than he thought.

shad4c wrote:Name: Stormrune
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Bomber
Alt. mode: High Speed Bomber
Weapons: Robot form-2 Laser Cannons and Micro Missiles. Jet form – 2 Laser Cannons, Bombs and Heavy Plasma Missiles.
Special Abilities: Shield Generator, Radar.
Height: 30 feet / 9.1 meters
Quote: Fighters? They can destroy the Seekers. I can destroy the Seekers Base. You still think they’re better?

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

Profile: Stormrune has been with the Autobots for a while, being a native Iaconian it seemed the right thing to do. Serving first as a technician and later as a scout he was eventually promoted to the command of his own squad doing raids against Deceptican supply bases and convoys. During a mission gone horribly wrong most of his squad was destroyed and the only other survivors drifted off into other units or abandoned the Autobots altogether.

Refusing to give into despair he instead focused on what was the cause of his failure in his optics, the inability to take out the outpost itself. Having been first a hovercar and then an attack hover-dyne, he had been airborne for most of his existence. Deciding to play to his strengths he applied to the Autobot Aerial Forces and received the transformation he presently has, that of a large blue and grey Bomber.

The logic was simple, he had failed close to the ground so it was time to bring death from above.

Stormrune is a sober character, preferring to speak only when he feels its needed and enjoys the freedom of the skies offered by his new form when he isn’t obsessing over some new bombing technique. While not obvious at first glance he cares deeply for his comrades and will go above and beyond to save them if they are in trouble.

Ability: Able to reach Mach 3.4 and with a near orbital flight ceiling he is one of the faster Autobots despite his size. Reasonably agile and with high speed he is very difficult to intercept and he can generate a protective shield around himself to ward off attacks. His Bombs and Missiles are good at taking out ground-based transformers and fixed installations.

Weakness: He’s designed for Air-to-Ground warfare and doesn’t do well in dogfights. His Shield takes up a lot of power meaning he can’t keep it up for long periods. His Plasma Missiles while very powerful have great difficulty tracking airborne targets. Sometime recklessly tries to help in situations he’s not suited for placing him in great danger.

Sample Post:

The hums of his systems along with the roar of his quad engines were the sounds that accompanied him as Stormrune blazed across Cybertrons stratosphere from the Autobot City of Iacon. He silently revelled it the feeling it invoked, he had often wondered why he hadn’t taken a jet mode earlier. This thought brought his joy to an end as he snapped fully back to reality through the combination of the bad memories it invoked and the warning ping of his radar.

Around him the other members of the Autobot Strike Force pushed their throttles harder as they approached the target they had been assigned to destroy.

“ Stormrune, we’ll clear the way. Follow the mission plan understood.” The Flight leader radioed as a force of Decepticons closed in on them.

“ Affirmative.” The larger Autobot replied simply.

“ Don’t worry we’ll try and leave a few for you!” One of the other flyer crowed as the two forces met.

Ignoring the developing battle around him, the engines of the Autobot Bomber increased in pitch until they practically screamed aloud at the world in fury. Lunging forward he surprised several Decepticon flyers that were turning for a shot at him and burned in on the target, closing the distance at incredible speeds. Launching a spread of Plasma Missiles some of these deadly projectiles spiralled in directly while other dropped to the deck and came in at ground level. By the time the AA defences of the enemy position had got into full swing Stormrune was already over them and delivering the second punch. His missiles plowed into the buildings causing massive damage and confusion among the defenders therefore preventing them from responding as his bay doors opened again and a spread of bombs dropped from him to plaster the land below.

Tuning away and rejoining the strike force as it performed a fighting withdraw he made a comment to the young flyer that had boasted earlier.

“ I’m sorry I could save some for you.”

With this he again accelerated and climbed, heading back towards HQ. He always enjoyed high altitude flight.

Looks pretty good, just a couple of little comments.

The shield generator will work like the one Trailbreaker has. He basically has to be standing relatively still to generate it and the shield itself isn't mobile. This basically means he can't fly around with a shield up. I'm not saying you should remove it, but I want to make sure you understand how it works.

His courage is kind of low for how you describe him. From the way you describe him I think he should have at least a Courage of 7. That would make him willing to risk his life for friends and be a bit reckless, but not overly so.

maumau wrote:Name: RammerJ
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Engineer &Defence.
Alt. mode: Telescope and laser canon.
Weapons: One weapon laser cannon gun.
Special Abilities: Able to sense danger.
Height: RammerJ is about 25feet tall, 7.3m height.

Profile: RammerJ is the epitome of what most of his city origin hold dear. He is primarily concerned with helping his race grow and evolve through self-awareness and constant learning. No one really truly knows where or when he came from, but he seems skilled in all manner of repairs and construction. An inventor and scientist, RammerJ is usually absorbed in some research project that will benefit his people. He will not turn away anyone who needs help, no matter their faction. Usually, he keeps to himself and his studies, and unfortunately does not always remember to take the time to interact with his faction. Oddly, he carries no obvious weaponry and no one ever rembers seeing him transform.
STRENGTH:5
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE: 4
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 4
TECH SKILL: 8
CHARISMA:6
RANK: Normal robot.

This is a heavy injured robot had been activated back to life by Optimus Prime in order to help Skyfire fixing and repair machine and heavy injured Autobot of Cybertron.

Abilities: Tranform into a telescope and at the same time can
be use as laser blaster for defence. Able to capture other technology fast and able to solve a devise problem
no matter how hard it is.

Weaknesses: Fast and easily made mistakes, sturborn and
not very skillful in fighting.

RammerJ loves to work with anything mechanical, especially if he work furthers the Autobot cause. He is equipped with all manner of tools, laser scalpels of various sorts and anything else that could be of use in his role as a medic and engineer. He also doubles as a security robot, as he spends much time in base.

Motto: "Wars are won by technical expertise, not skill in battle."

I think you should look at some other approved profiles to get an idea of the kind of format and writing we are looking for.

Name: Stormrune
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Bomber
Alt. mode: High Speed Bomber
Weapons: Robot form-2 Laser Cannons and Micro Missiles. Jet form – 2 Laser Cannons, Bombs and Heavy Plasma Missiles.
Special Abilities: Able to reach escape velocity.
Height: 30 feet / 9.1 meters
Quote: Fighters? They can destroy the Seekers. I can destroy the Seekers Base. You still think they’re better?

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

Profile: Stormrune has been with the Autobots for a while, being a native Iaconian it seemed the right thing to do. Serving first as a technician and later as a scout he was eventually promoted to the command of his own squad doing raids against Deceptican supply bases and convoys. During a mission gone horribly wrong most of his squad was destroyed and the only other survivors drifted off into other units or abandoned the Autobots altogether.

Refusing to give into despair he instead focused on what was the cause of his failure in his optics, the inability to take out the outpost itself. Having been first a hovercar and then an attack hover-dyne, he had been airborne for most of his existence. Deciding to play to his strengths he applied to the Autobot Aerial Forces and received the transformation he presently has, that of a large blue and grey Bomber.

The logic was simple, he had failed close to the ground so it was time to bring death from above.

Stormrune is a sober character, preferring to speak only when he feels its needed and enjoys the freedom of the skies offered by his new form when he isn’t obsessing over some new bombing technique. While not obvious at first glance he cares deeply for his comrades and will go above and beyond to save them if they are in trouble.

Ability: Able to reach Mach 3.5 and with a near orbital flight ceiling he is one of the faster Autobots despite his size. He has a second stage booster that allows him extreme bursts of speed and to escape the planets gravity well. Reasonably agile and with high speed he is very difficult to intercept. His Bombs and Missiles are good at taking out ground-based transformers and fixed installations.

Weakness: He’s designed for Air-to-Ground warfare and doesn’t do well in dogfights. His Plasma Missiles while very powerful have great difficulty tracking airborne targets. Sometime recklessly tries to help in situations he’s not suited for placing him in great danger.

Sample Post:

The hums of his systems along with the roar of his quad engines were the sounds that accompanied him as Stormrune blazed across Cybertrons stratosphere from the Autobot City of Iacon. He silently revelled it the feeling it invoked, he had often wondered why he hadn’t taken a jet mode earlier. This thought brought his joy to an end as he snapped fully back to reality through the combination of the bad memories it invoked and the warning ping of his radar.

Around him the other members of the Autobot Strike Force pushed their throttles harder as they approached the target they had been assigned to destroy.

“ Stormrune, we’ll clear the way. Follow the mission plan understood.” The Flight leader radioed as a force of Decepticons closed in on them.

“ Affirmative.” The larger Autobot replied simply.

“ Don’t worry we’ll try and leave a few for you!” One of the other flyer crowed as the two forces met.

Ignoring the developing battle around him, the engines of the Autobot Bomber increased in pitch until they practically screamed aloud at the world in fury. Lunging forward he surprised several Decepticon flyers that were turning for a shot at him and burned in on the target, closing the distance at incredible speeds. Launching a spread of Plasma Missiles some of these deadly projectiles spiralled in directly while other dropped to the deck and came in at ground level. By the time the AA defences of the enemy position had got into full swing Stormrune was already over them and delivering the second punch. His missiles plowed into the buildings causing massive damage and confusion among the defenders therefore preventing them from responding as his bay doors opened again and a spread of bombs dropped from him to plaster the land below.

Tuning away and rejoining the strike force as it performed a fighting withdraw he made a comment to the young flyer that had boasted earlier.

“ I’m sorry I could save some for you.”

With this he again accelerated and climbed, heading back towards HQ. He always enjoyed high altitude flight.

Phaze wrote:Name: Crueljaw
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt Mode: tumbler bridging Vehicle (Batmobile Batman Begins)
Weapons: 1 Plasma Shotgun 1 Vibro knife
Height: 30ft 9,1m
“I’ll justify my reasons with your mech fluid”

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

Since his creation Crueljaw’s been all about 2 things where his next energon ration is coming from and who he has to slag to do it. Designed as an assault vehicle he was dismayed to find he got an experimental bridging vehicle alt mode, the project was eventually shelved after the con techs couldn’t get the bridge to work. Since then the stubborn warrior has been shunted from battlefront to battlefront gradually his combat experience was built up. Its been said that Crueljaw’s love for combat has been dulled but you ever see him on the battlefield you’ll be glad your not on the other side. Arrogant and cruel Crueljaw will gladly rip the spark out of an autobot then talk smack as the optics of his victims fades away.

Abilities
In his robot mode Crueljaw is a formidable fighter, well versed in gladiatorial combat and cybertronian martial arts. Crueljaw’s been trained in guerrilla warfare tactics and employs these to great effect. In his tumbler alternate mode he’s got a jet booster, which will propel him to speeds of up to 220mph, this enables him to bridge gaps of up to 80ft he can also use this booster in robot mode to bounce forward. Like most decepticons he is fitted with a flight circuit but only uses it in emergencies he can’t stand flying for long.

Weaknesses
Apart from his arrogance his main weakness is his fear of flying he refuses to use his flight circuit to escape even if it’s the most logical course of action.

Sample post

The Autobot sentry looked up to see the underside of flying black shape landing on him the con didn’t notice what he’d landed on. He only had optics for his objective an autobot observer named Click. Rumour had it that the bot was skulking around the ruins of an autobot watchtower that had been bombed out by the Seekers two days earlier collecting data on decepticon troop movements.

The deep rumble of his engine had probably alerted the Autobot by now but it didn’t matter to Crueljaw he was already at the base of the watchtower. Transforming he climbed the steps his shotgun in his hands above his audio picked up on something moving above him. The winding steps seemed to go on and on his long optic narrowed as he reached the top of the stairs. Click was waiting for him a shot from the autobots rifle slammed into Crueljaw’s chest sending him tumbling down the steps he lost his shotgun during the fall.

As he came back online he found the Autobot clearing the last of the steps and heading towards him with Crueljaw’s own shotgun in his hands. Crueljaw had seconds before he was put into permanent stasis he reached down and retrieved his vibro blade a small knife really but could cut through most armour. A quick flick of his wrist and the blade flew through the air tearing through the neck of the autobot severing and energon line. The autobot fired the shot going wide. Crueljaw righted himself walked over and recovered his shotgun. “Next time you want to kill someone aim for the head” Crueljaw sneered as he aimed his shotgun and fired point blank into the autobot. As he pulled his blade from his victim he picked up the Datapad that had fallen from the dead autobots wrist compartment. “Well I’ve got what I’ve come for wonder if Soundwave will actually pay me for this or just take all the glory like normal”

ok i made the alterations

Not quite perfect but better. I will go ahead and approve this, just keep working on eliminating the run on sentences. You have permission to post in the game. Start him out in the big Polyhex thread. He is rank 5.

Rampage01 wrote:
Name: Ramjet
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: (Cybertron)Heavy assault fighter/ (Earth)Modified F-15
Weapons: 2 cluster bomb launchers, 2 laser rifles
Height: 33 ft. or 10 m
Quote: “If it flies, crash it.”

STRENGTH: 8
[b]INTELLIGENCE: 5
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 9
ENDURANCE: 9
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: (5 on the toy’s bio)

Profile: If it hurts – someone else or him, it doesn’t matter – Ramjet likes it; he gets his kicks from pain. He’ll punch, bash, or ram anything he can just for the thrill of it. He particularly loves to knock other aircraft out of the sky. Whether a civilian airliner or Autobot flyer, it makes no difference to Ramjet. He loves the feeling of smashing into something at high speed, and he’s built to survive these collisions with little damage – unlike his foes. Ramjet is particularly fond of the surprise his victims feel, since they rarely expect another jet to willingly crash into them. Ramjet strives to keep the skies clear of anything he considers unworthy of sharing the air with him, and he’s insufferably boastful and arrogant about it.

Abilities: Subject has great strength, and amazing endurance and resistance to damage. He is heavily armored throughout his body and especially his nosecone, which can shrug off an impact with a 3-foot concrete wall at 1,500 mph with no ill effects. In jet mode, he flies at speeds of Mach 2.8 and is armed with two cluster bomb launchers. As a robot, he’s armed with two high-powered laser rifles. A glitch in his pain receptor wiring gives him and amazingly high pain threshold.

Weaknesses: Subject’s delusions of invulnerability and masochism cause him to overestimate his resistance to damage. His pride makes him refuse to admit it when this occurs, resulting in his sustaining severe damage rather than admitting he couldn’t take it.

Sample Post:

>>Unidentified aircraft, come in. Do you copy?<<

Ramjet had been trying to ignore the human voice that was bugging him, and over primitive radio waves, too. He didn’t care about their stupid fly zones, or air traffic regulations. They didn’t even deserve to fly, anyway.

He adjusted his ailerons and angled in on the source of the pesky radio transmission. He launched a pair of bombs, which burst open just ahead of their target, scattering a multitude of bomblets. The airport traffic control tower practically shattered as a swarm of submunitions detonated against it. A few of the bomblets missed the tower and exploded against the central terminal, instead. Ramjet didn’t particularly care, however, as he was here for a different reason.

A slight adjustment of his elevators and rudders sent him hurtling across the tarmac, his belly just inches above the pavement. He throttled up as he approached his target, the Concord jet that had just landed. The aircraft’s hull crumbled like a wet cardboard box as his nose slammed into the middle of its fuselage at speeds just barely within the subsonic range.

I guess it wasn’t the Aerialbot after all. Ramjet thought to himself as he pulled up and away from the airport. He then circled back around and fired a pair of cluster bombs at the airport’s runway to insure that the humans couldn’t make use of it. But at least there are a few less meatbags cluttering up my sky.

Approved, Rank 5. Start him in Polyhex fighting under Starscream's command.

HardHead wrote:Name: Pariah
Faction: Neutral
Function: Chronicler
Alt. Mode: Cybertronian Motorcycle
Weapons: Obsidian mantle
Special abilities: Telekinesis, robot mode flight
Height: 25FT
Quote: "In times of strife, there must always be those who watch, who remember all that transpires"

STRENGTH: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 9
DEXTERITY: 6
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 2
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 9
CHARISMA: 9
RANK: 0

Profile: There are legends told across the ages of one transformer, who when the civil war began and continued to wage remained neutral within the conflict, yet took part of it nonetheless. Both side's data banks and information specialists have in their possession reports of a silent figure, watching numberless battles. Any attempts to destroy or capture the individual have so far failed, with those attacking him reporting that their weapons failed to fire, or that when they did, the figure was covered in darkness and they failed to inflict harm upon him, that when the darkness receded there was not a trace of the individual. The few neutrals that remain have other stories, of a mech coming to them bringing warnings of raids and attacks, incoming battles that they were not even aware of, which came to pass just as the figure said they would.

The mech known as Pariah is only understood through his actions. Never does he raise a hand to attack anyone, autobot or decepticon, but neither does he aid either side. Neither does he speak about himself. Only the neutrals recieve any sort of actual aid, although several autobots and decepticons have been rescued. His motives are unknown, but there are theories.

The first relates to a religious order known as the Watchers of Primus, which were destroyed several eons ago. They were the lorekeepers derived from a religious sect originally conceved from the Archivists during the Golden age of Cybertron. Some believe Pariah to come from this group, which is supported by his displays of almost magical abilities. The Watchers were reknowned for their ability to commune with the planet's core, and were known as mystics and Priests of the Tenets of Primus.

The second relates to a soldier by the name of Spearhead, who, originally a decepticon became an Autobot when his home was destroyed by an indiscriminate decepticon attack. It is believed he defected to the Autobots for a time, distancing himself from his past by renaming himself Morningstar. But again he became disillusioned, and chose to exile himself from both factions.

Reguardless of the truth, Pariah's abilities and seemingly omnipotent understanding have had intelligence from both factions interested in him, for differing reasons.

Appearance: Those who have met him report an eeringly calm, yet concerned character, a single vertical optic crossing the front of his face, coloured green. The rest of his colouration is grey, but at all times he is surrounded by a strange cloak of some unidentifiable black material.

Abilities: Pariah can transform into a Cybertronian cycle with a speed of up to 180 miles per hour. In robot mode, he is fairly agile, though his frame indicates he has average strength and endurance.

Unnaturally for a transformer in this day and age, he is armed with no conventional weapons, he has what he terms his 'Obsidian mantle', a strange metallic black cloak that surrounds him in robot mode. In cycle mode, it wraps around him and forms a sleek exoskeleton that allows him to reach his maximum speed rapidly by minimising drag. It seems to respond directly to his mental commands, and is capable of shifting into a variety of shapes and forms, though it cannot increase or decrease in size. Although it appears fragile, it is self-repairing and extremely durable, and as such is often employed as a shield, taking most normal weapons fire like normal armour.

Pariah's most supernatural ability however is his telekinetic abilities. He has often disarmed entire squads with but a wave of his hand by disconnecting the internal componants of their weapons, or silenced mechs in a similar fashion. Other times he has saved a mech from certain death by stopping them from falling through concentration, or using his mind to throw falling debris clear out of the way.

The source of his supernatural powers has widely been considered to be highly sophisticated forms of graviton field manipulation, but those who believe Pariah to be a former Watcher of Primus believe they are in facts gifts from the creator himself. Pariah has never validated either conclusion, instead leaving his past ambiguous.

However, his mental faculties outshine any of his physical feats. He is among the most charismatic and intelligent transformers alive, more often relying on them to evade escalating situations he finds himself in than his other considerable abilities. He is a loremaster, and it is rare that anything spoken that relates to his homeworld to be new to him.

Weaknesses: Pariah is bound by promises made long ago to never conciously cause harm, either by action or inaction to any individual, be they autobot, decepticon or otherwise, unless they are autobots and decepticons fighting one another. As a result, he is a literal pacifist, and whilst he will defend himself by using a combination of evasion, deflection and diplomacy, he cannot lay a physical blow upon his assailants. Any who he will help, he must.


Sample post:

The battlefield was littered with corpses, and as Pariah walked it, he scanned them to check for any signs of life, be they Autobot or Decepticon. To him, it mattered little, both were vital to the other, in their own strange way. Most Cybertronians had forgotten any other purpose than to destroy their enemies, and ironically enough, each faction needed the other to maintain their significent. Such was the of wars as hard-fought as these.

Movement suddenly registered in his single optic, and he glanced upwards. There, shakily holding a gun, was a lone decepticon, badly wounded but still clinging to life. Immediately Pariah held up his hands, the Obsidian mantle flaring behind him to reveal his weaponless form.

"Peace, decepticon. I am unarmed. Neither am i your enemy.." Pariah stated, staring down the decepticon. He looked like a veteran, one of the saner members of the faction. Coughing, the mech scowled, and bringing his gun upright, he aimed, and pulled the trigger.

There was no shot.

"I have temperarily disabled your weapon, decepticon." Pariah stated calmly. "We have need of one another, and killing me will solve nothing, and will prevent you from recovering from the damage you have recieved this night.."

"Eh? I'm slaggin' fine you freak" he replied, casting aside his weapon and drew a dagger from a side sheath.

"Is that so? Then why is your system currently registering ion fluctuations in your servos that, should they continue to build will ultimately cause lysis of your fuel lines due to static friction? Caused by an ion blast to the chest you recieved approximately twenty breems ago. A pink and yellow Autobot if i recall correctly. You killed him with that same weapon you have just discarded.." If Pariah had a mouth, he certainly would of smirked. It wasn't hard, he had been observing the battle and had grown used to rapidly memorising everything that had happened, even the small combats that went on as he watched. He knew the approximate damage and protection ratios of almost a trillion different configurations off by heart, with countless more easily retrievable from his data banks, so it was easy to deduce at least part of the mech's damage..

"Alright.. care to tell me how you bloody did that??" the con asked, realising that perhaps he wasn't dealing with an ordinary mech.

"Simple deduction.. Now, if you would be kind enough to settle down and allow me to make repairs, you could also be amiable enough to explain a slight problem in my deductions of this skirmish... now..."


Several breems later, the baffled decepticon was on his way, and Pariah couldn't help but shake his head in sheer admonishment. All this life wasted, just as a feint to draw autobots away from their posts for a scouting operation. How typically decepticon. And as for the autobots, they underestimated their foes, and as a result, most of them were dead, whilst the decepticons recieved almost no casulties. The futily of war was as evident in this battle as it was in every other one Pariah had observed.

A groaning came from the edge of his hearing, and turning, came upon a battered form of an Autobot, struggling underneath some rubble. Another life to preserve, Pariah slowly walked over to him, concentrating on the rubble to begin shifting it out of the way, glad that it wasn;t in a a solid chunk, as slowly small boulders of it drifted into the air, and were tossed aside.

It would be a long evening, he realised. Perhaps there were more survivors than he thought.

After discussing this with the rest of the staff, we have decided to reject this application as is for now. There isn't really room in the game for a neutral right now and his abilities are just too powerful.

shad4c wrote:Name: Stormrune
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Bomber
Alt. mode: High Speed Bomber
Weapons: Robot form-2 Laser Cannons and Micro Missiles. Jet form – 2 Laser Cannons, Bombs and Heavy Plasma Missiles.
Special Abilities: Able to reach escape velocity.
Height: 30 feet / 9.1 meters
Quote: Fighters? They can destroy the Seekers. I can destroy the Seekers Base. You still think they’re better?

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

Profile: Stormrune has been with the Autobots for a while, being a native Iaconian it seemed the right thing to do. Serving first as a technician and later as a scout he was eventually promoted to the command of his own squad doing raids against Deceptican supply bases and convoys. During a mission gone horribly wrong most of his squad was destroyed and the only other survivors drifted off into other units or abandoned the Autobots altogether.

Refusing to give into despair he instead focused on what was the cause of his failure in his optics, the inability to take out the outpost itself. Having been first a hovercar and then an attack hover-dyne, he had been airborne for most of his existence. Deciding to play to his strengths he applied to the Autobot Aerial Forces and received the transformation he presently has, that of a large blue and grey Bomber.

The logic was simple, he had failed close to the ground so it was time to bring death from above.

Stormrune is a sober character, preferring to speak only when he feels its needed and enjoys the freedom of the skies offered by his new form when he isn’t obsessing over some new bombing technique. While not obvious at first glance he cares deeply for his comrades and will go above and beyond to save them if they are in trouble.

Ability: Able to reach Mach 3.5 and with a near orbital flight ceiling he is one of the faster Autobots despite his size. He has a second stage booster that allows him extreme bursts of speed and to escape the planets gravity well. Reasonably agile and with high speed he is very difficult to intercept. His Bombs and Missiles are good at taking out ground-based transformers and fixed installations.

Weakness: He’s designed for Air-to-Ground warfare and doesn’t do well in dogfights. His Plasma Missiles while very powerful have great difficulty tracking airborne targets. Sometime recklessly tries to help in situations he’s not suited for placing him in great danger.

Sample Post:

The hums of his systems along with the roar of his quad engines were the sounds that accompanied him as Stormrune blazed across Cybertrons stratosphere from the Autobot City of Iacon. He silently revelled it the feeling it invoked, he had often wondered why he hadn’t taken a jet mode earlier. This thought brought his joy to an end as he snapped fully back to reality through the combination of the bad memories it invoked and the warning ping of his radar.

Around him the other members of the Autobot Strike Force pushed their throttles harder as they approached the target they had been assigned to destroy.

“ Stormrune, we’ll clear the way. Follow the mission plan understood.” The Flight leader radioed as a force of Decepticons closed in on them.

“ Affirmative.” The larger Autobot replied simply.

“ Don’t worry we’ll try and leave a few for you!” One of the other flyer crowed as the two forces met.

Ignoring the developing battle around him, the engines of the Autobot Bomber increased in pitch until they practically screamed aloud at the world in fury. Lunging forward he surprised several Decepticon flyers that were turning for a shot at him and burned in on the target, closing the distance at incredible speeds. Launching a spread of Plasma Missiles some of these deadly projectiles spiralled in directly while other dropped to the deck and came in at ground level. By the time the AA defences of the enemy position had got into full swing Stormrune was already over them and delivering the second punch. His missiles plowed into the buildings causing massive damage and confusion among the defenders therefore preventing them from responding as his bay doors opened again and a spread of bombs dropped from him to plaster the land below.

Tuning away and rejoining the strike force as it performed a fighting withdraw he made a comment to the young flyer that had boasted earlier.

“ I’m sorry I could save some for you.”

With this he again accelerated and climbed, heading back towards HQ. He always enjoyed high altitude flight.

Approved, rank 6. Start him out in the Polyhex thread.

Name: Optimus Primal Maximus
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Tractor Trailer
Weapons: main:laser additional:blaster
Special Abilities: cloaking device
Height: 22,0
Quote: "THIS MEANS WAR!"
STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 3
DEXTERITY: 3
SPEED: 3
ENDURANCE: 3
COURAGE: 3
FIREPOWER: 3
ACCURACY: 3
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 3
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: 1

Profile: He is young and just started.(thats all for now)He doesnt have a possible history.

Abilities: He is capable of doing almost dang there anything. His top speed is about 250 MPH. His laser stuns his enemys for enough time for him to get away or can part of system.

Weaknesses: He has three weaknesses.One is he can faint around kryptonite.He cant fight around people. And he cant fight around cute girls.

vtecboyinpajr wrote:Name: Optimus Primal Maximus
Allegiance: Autobots
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Tractor Trailer
Weapons: main:laser additional:blaster
Special Abilities: cloaking device
Height: 22,0
Quote: "THIS MEANS WAR!"
STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 3
DEXTERITY: 3
SPEED: 3
ENDURANCE: 3
COURAGE: 3
FIREPOWER: 3
ACCURACY: 3
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 3
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: 1

Profile: He is young and just started.(thats all for now)He doesnt have a possible history.

Abilities: He is capable of doing almost dang there anything. His top speed is about 250 MPH. His laser stuns his enemys for enough time for him to get away or can part of system.

Weaknesses: He has three weaknesses.One is he can faint around kryptonite.He cant fight around people. And he cant fight around cute girls.

I suggest you go and read the rule and look at other people's profiles. As it is right now this application isn't close to being acceptable.

Name: Afterburner
Allegiance: Autobots [Technobot]
Function: Gunner
Alt. mode[b]: Techno-Cycle
[b]Weapons:
Technobot- Semi-Automatic Sonic Blaster, Anything he can get his hands on.
Techno-Cycle- laser-guided incendiary missiles, rapid-fire plasma pulse cannon
Special Abilities: Berserker
Height: 24ft, 7,3m
Quote: 'Following leaders leads nowhere'

STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 8
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 8
TECH SKILL: 5
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: Ask from the leader of the faction you belong.

Profile: Quick to anger and even quicker to attack, Afterburner isn't one to wait around for orders. Confident his heavy armor protects him, he likes to turn up his speed and burst through enemy lines, firing away as he plunges through. But his defiance doesn't end there. He's generally uncooperative in every way and his nasty temper only makes things worse. He's a decidedly disruptive machine. Technobot Leader Scattershot is often compelled to take disciplinary measures and forcibly confine Afterburner for periods of time. This only intensifies Afterburner's hatred of authority, and of Scattershot in particular. Afterburner often takes off on his own and invariably gets into some kind of trouble unrelated to the Autobots' war with the Decepticons. Afterburner is a rebel with a cause, but one that he all too often chooses to ignore.

Abilities: In his vehicle mode, Afterburner uses solid rocket fuel packs to boost his speed up to 450 mph for several minutes at a time. A special adhesive substance secreted by his tires allows him to drive up all but the most slippery walls. He carries two laser-guided incendiary missiles and a rapid-fire plasma pulse cannon, which shoots discrete packets of energy that explode on contact. In robot mode, he uses a semi-automatic sonic blaster pistol with infrared sight. He combines with his fellow Technobots to form the giant robot known as Computron.

Weaknesses: Afterburner's impetuous, defiant nature usually works to his disadvantage. He often winds up in situations where he is clearly overmatched by his enemies. He occasionally runs out of fuel, a result of his careless nature. He sometimes goes on uncontrolled shooting binges that wind up harming him (from the powerful recoil of his weapons) more than his enemies

Sample Post:

It was a good night.

The fighting was at a lul and the rust bucket that was Scattershot had finaly allowed the other Technobots get more then ten meters from him for fear of not being able to take on a Decepticon without being able to form Computron.. atleast that was the reason in Afterburner's optics.

The gunner had lept at the chance for freedom, transforming and burning his thrusters all the way to this condemned shack that someone dared to call a bar, the energon was oiled down, the femmes looked like they were a few hundred miles past their regulerly schedualed tune-ups and the mechs were as bad as they com.. just the kind of place Afterburner loved.

He'd been handing the clunkers their skid plats and taking their credits, arm wreastling, they couldn't handle him, he was just too much mech. Most limped away but one took offense.. Afterburner hoped he would.

"What kind of sparking slag is this, how's a runt like you packing that kinda torque?" crackled the mech through what looked through a busted face plate

"Quit your glitching, Junker and get your rusted chasis out of my light, I've got more of you suckers to beat befor I'm headed back to base" returned Afterburner, waving off the larger mech with a wave of his hand, brining his barely glowing drink to his lips.

"It's a load of scrap, you're cheatin' punk and I know it, gimme back my money befor I twist that ugly head of yours off it's mountings" threatened the other, slamming a spiked fist on Afterburner's table

"What if I am you worthless heap of unrecyclable junk?" returned Afterburner lightning quick, temper flaring, fuel pump racing, adreinalon racing into his fuel, "You gonna try some scrap with me, you think you're that tough, huh?" added the Technobot.

The other couldn't get out another word, Afterburner had already flung himself across the table, the fight dominoing into a bar rom brawl,

It was a good night.

Crashinibon wrote:Name: Afterburner
Allegiance: Autobots [Technobot]
Function: Gunner
Alt. mode[b]: Techno-Cycle
[b]Weapons:
Technobot- Semi-Automatic Sonic Blaster, Anything he can get his hands on.
Techno-Cycle- laser-guided incendiary missiles, rapid-fire plasma pulse cannon
Special Abilities: Berserker
Height: 24ft, 7,3m
Quote: 'Following leaders leads nowhere'

STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 8
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 8
TECH SKILL: 5
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: Ask from the leader of the faction you belong.

Profile: Quick to anger and even quicker to attack, Afterburner isn't one to wait around for orders. Confident his heavy armor protects him, he likes to turn up his speed and burst through enemy lines, firing away as he plunges through. But his defiance doesn't end there. He's generally uncooperative in every way and his nasty temper only makes things worse. He's a decidedly disruptive machine. Technobot Leader Scattershot is often compelled to take disciplinary measures and forcibly confine Afterburner for periods of time. This only intensifies Afterburner's hatred of authority, and of Scattershot in particular. Afterburner often takes off on his own and invariably gets into some kind of trouble unrelated to the Autobots' war with the Decepticons. Afterburner is a rebel with a cause, but one that he all too often chooses to ignore.

Abilities: In his vehicle mode, Afterburner uses solid rocket fuel packs to boost his speed up to 450 mph for several minutes at a time. A special adhesive substance secreted by his tires allows him to drive up all but the most slippery walls. He carries two laser-guided incendiary missiles and a rapid-fire plasma pulse cannon, which shoots discrete packets of energy that explode on contact. In robot mode, he uses a semi-automatic sonic blaster pistol with infrared sight. He combines with his fellow Technobots to form the giant robot known as Computron.

Weaknesses: Afterburner's impetuous, defiant nature usually works to his disadvantage. He often winds up in situations where he is clearly overmatched by his enemies. He occasionally runs out of fuel, a result of his careless nature. He sometimes goes on uncontrolled shooting binges that wind up harming him (from the powerful recoil of his weapons) more than his enemies

Sample Post:

It was a good night.

The fighting was at a lul and the rust bucket that was Scattershot had finaly allowed the other Technobots get more then ten meters from him for fear of not being able to take on a Decepticon without being able to form Computron.. atleast that was the reason in Afterburner's optics.

The gunner had lept at the chance for freedom, transforming and burning his thrusters all the way to this condemned shack that someone dared to call a bar, the energon was oiled down, the femmes looked like they were a few hundred miles past their regulerly schedualed tune-ups and the mechs were as bad as they com.. just the kind of place Afterburner loved.

He'd been handing the clunkers their skid plats and taking their credits, arm wreastling, they couldn't handle him, he was just too much mech. Most limped away but one took offense.. Afterburner hoped he would.

"What kind of sparking slag is this, how's a runt like you packing that kinda torque?" crackled the mech through what looked through a busted face plate

"Quit your glitching, Junker and get your rusted chasis out of my light, I've got more of you suckers to beat befor I'm headed back to base" returned Afterburner, waving off the larger mech with a wave of his hand, brining his barely glowing drink to his lips.

"It's a load of scrap, you're cheatin' punk and I know it, gimme back my money befor I twist that ugly head of yours off it's mountings" threatened the other, slamming a spiked fist on Afterburner's table

"What if I am you worthless heap of unrecyclable junk?" returned Afterburner lightning quick, temper flaring, fuel pump racing, adreinalon racing into his fuel, "You gonna try some scrap with me, you think you're that tough, huh?" added the Technobot.

The other couldn't get out another word, Afterburner had already flung himself across the table, the fight dominoing into a bar rom brawl,

It was a good night.

Just a couple of little things. Put his melee down to 7 and bump his accuracy to 7. He doesn't really have the berserker ability, he just has a bad temper. Also, the Technobots currently can't form Computron. That doesn't really affect your profile, but its just some info I think you should have.

Name: Afterburner
Allegiance: Autobots [Technobot]
Function: Gunner
Alt. mode: Techno-Cycle
Weapons:
Technobot- Semi-Automatic Sonic Blaster, Anything he can get his hands on.
Techno-Cycle- laser-guided incendiary missiles, rapid-fire plasma pulse cannon
Special Abilities: N/A
Height: 24ft, 7,3m
Quote: 'Following leaders leads nowhere'

STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 6
DEXTERITY: 8
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 6
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 7
TECH SKILL: 5
CHARISMA: 3
RANK: Ask from the leader of the faction you belong.

Profile: Quick to anger and even quicker to attack, Afterburner isn't one to wait around for orders. Confident his heavy armor protects him, he likes to turn up his speed and burst through enemy lines, firing away as he plunges through. But his defiance doesn't end there. He's generally uncooperative in every way and his nasty temper only makes things worse. He's a decidedly disruptive machine. Technobot Leader Scattershot is often compelled to take disciplinary measures and forcibly confine Afterburner for periods of time. This only intensifies Afterburner's hatred of authority, and of Scattershot in particular. Afterburner often takes off on his own and invariably gets into some kind of trouble unrelated to the Autobots' war with the Decepticons. Afterburner is a rebel with a cause, but one that he all too often chooses to ignore.

Abilities: In his vehicle mode, Afterburner uses solid rocket fuel packs to boost his speed up to 450 mph for several minutes at a time. A special adhesive substance secreted by his tires allows him to drive up all but the most slippery walls. He carries two laser-guided incendiary missiles and a rapid-fire plasma pulse cannon, which shoots discrete packets of energy that explode on contact. In robot mode, he uses a semi-automatic sonic blaster pistol with infrared sight. He combines with his fellow Technobots to form the giant robot known as Computron.

Weaknesses: Afterburner's impetuous, defiant nature usually works to his disadvantage. He often winds up in situations where he is clearly overmatched by his enemies. He occasionally runs out of fuel, a result of his careless nature. He sometimes goes on uncontrolled shooting binges that wind up harming him (from the powerful recoil of his weapons) more than his enemies

Sample Post:

It was a good night.

The fighting was at a lul and the rust bucket that was Scattershot had finaly allowed the other Technobots get more then ten meters from him for fear of not being able to take on a Decepticon without being able to form Computron.. atleast that was the reason in Afterburner's optics.

The gunner had lept at the chance for freedom, transforming and burning his thrusters all the way to this condemned shack that someone dared to call a bar, the energon was oiled down, the femmes looked like they were a few hundred miles past their regulerly schedualed tune-ups and the mechs were as bad as they com.. just the kind of place Afterburner loved.

He'd been handing the clunkers their skid plats and taking their credits, arm wreastling, they couldn't handle him, he was just too much mech. Most limped away but one took offense.. Afterburner hoped he would.

"What kind of sparking slag is this, how's a runt like you packing that kinda torque?" crackled the mech through what looked through a busted face plate

"Quit your glitching, Junker and get your rusted chasis out of my light, I've got more of you suckers to beat befor I'm headed back to base" returned Afterburner, waving off the larger mech with a wave of his hand, brining his barely glowing drink to his lips.

"It's a load of scrap, you're cheatin' punk and I know it, gimme back my money befor I twist that ugly head of yours off it's mountings" threatened the other, slamming a spiked fist on Afterburner's table

"What if I am you worthless heap of unrecyclable junk?" returned Afterburner lightning quick, temper flaring, fuel pump racing, adreinalon racing into his fuel, "You gonna try some scrap with me, you think you're that tough, huh?" added the Technobot.

The other couldn't get out another word, Afterburner had already flung himself across the table, the fight dominoing into a bar rom brawl,

It was a good night.

As in they don't know how or have lost the ability?

Mega Ramzone


Name: Mega Ramzone
Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: Commander
Alt. mode: Armoured Transport Vehicle
Weapons: Fake heavy laser cannon, electroshock pistol
Special Abilities: Robot mode flight, escape velocity.
Height: 38ft/11.6m
Quote: "Brains and brawn- I'm the best of both worlds baby!"

STRENGTH: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 5
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 9
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 5
FIREPOWER: 3
ACCURACY: 4
MELEE: 6
TECH SKILL: 6
CHARISMA: 6
RANK: Ask from the leader of the faction you belong.

Profile: Mega Ramzone is the fused form of the Decepticons Ransack and Crumplezone. After the collapse of the giant black hole, Ransack, Crumplezone, Thunderblast and Thundercracker left Earth to find a leader for their newly formed 'New Decepticon Army'. However, the troupe crashed on Mars, severely damaging Crumplezone. Ransack soon afterwards called the search off as "hopeless".
It was Crumplezone who suggested that Ransack be the Army's leader, since it's formation was his idea in the first place. Ransack, feeling he lacked the muscle power to be an effective commander, had the idea that he and the half-destroyed Crumplezone should fuse their bodies together into a single Transformer: Mega Ramzone.
Mega Ramzone is his own Transformer- he cannot return back to the separate forms, and he has a single mind. However, he shares personality traits of both Ransack and Crumplezone. He is brutish and aggressive, though not entirely stupid, retaining some of Ransack's intelligence. He also has Ransack's paranoid capability to find conspiracy in everything around him, and he often has doubts about his Decepticons' loyalty. The Decepticons who serve him do respect him, however, due to his impressive looks and great physical strength, as well as his aggressive and confident outward personality.

Abilities: Mega Ramzone has the ability to fly in his robot mode, and to escape the Earth's gravitational field. Despite the heavy look and toughness of his APC vehicle mode, he is extremely fast with a top speed of 480 mph, and is an expert driver. He is not an expert in melee combat, but he makes up for lack of skill in sheer physical strength.

Weaknesses: While Ransack and Crumplezone's fusion was a success in almost every way, something went dramatically wrong with their weapons systems, and now the gigantic laser cannon which is attached to Mega Ramzone's arm is completely useless! Mega Ramzone uses the cannon as a threat, making dramatic claims about its immense power in order to intimidate others so that he never has to prove himself. The electroshock pistol he wields does work, but the blasts of electricity it fires are weak and do little damage. His paranoia often causes him to panic irrationally and make foolish decisions in battle.

Sample Post:
"But Wah do we have tuh go an' battle Autobots anyways?" Thudercracker said, interrupting Mega Ramzone's grandiose speech. "I mean, we've been fahtin' for such a long tahm now, this is finally a chance for a good rest."
"Are you serious?" Mega Ramzone's voice got louder and higher as he attempted to process Thundercracker's words. "Why do we have to battle Autobots? WHY!? Because that's what I'm ordering you to do, you numbskull! While you're having a nice time resting, those damned scheming Autofreaks are probably arming themselves up right now for a full-scale assault! If we aren't ready to defend ourselves, we're all gonna be slag! Is that what you want? Is it? I thought not." Ramzone continued, not waiting for an answer. "So, we need to defend ourselves, and everyone knows the best defense is a good offense!"
Mega Ramzone paused for a moment. "...Now, obviously, attacking the Autobots' base outright would just be stupid...they'd be expecting that...No, what we're gonna do is find ourselves an outpost; a poorly guarded outpost."
Ramzone raised his arm cannon into the air. "And then we'll show those Autobots what we're made of!" And with that, he jumped into the air, and with a whirr of circuits and twisting of limbs, he transformed into his high speed APC mode and zoomed off across the desert sand.

This is my first time applying here so lets hope i get it right

Name: Huvrr
Allegiance: autobot
Function: warrior
Alternate Mode: prototype starfighter
Pic Link: http://www.shipschematics.net/yamato/im ... erstar.jpg
Weapons: dual pulse canons; Wing blades; Incendary rockets (x4 vehicle mode)
Special Abilities: Radar system
Height: 26 Feet / 7.92 Meters
Motto: "The only good Decepticon is a fragged one!"

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

Appearance:
Huvrr recently acquired a new form; that of a prototype starfighter. His coloring was changed to black and his secondary color to a dark purple to blend in better and keep with the shadows. His optic color has been changed to purple and is now a single visor instead of 2 optic units. The rest of his helmet is black and a black mouth plate instead of an actual mouth. The new coloring has made him appear more like the decepticon skywarp than some bots would like while his new head unit gives off more of a decepticon feel which leaves most bots a little uncomfortable around him. During transformation his cockpit folds down in his front to provide chest and abdomen armor. His arms fold out from his fuselage and his legs extend out from the rear of the starfighter, with his afterburners slightly modifying to serve as feet. In robot mode the front of his wings that connected to his cockpit area stay up to either side of his head appearing as sharp blades coming off his back. His wings swivel upwards showing 2 sharp blades sloping towards his body from the back. These same wings detach to act as blades for melee combat.

Profile:
Formerly a scout, he lost his original form after an intense battle fighting alongside the Dinobots. During repairs and mandatory CR chamber time his form was altered to compensate for his injuries. After awaking he became a colder and more deadly bot. Noticing the change he altered his coloring to reflect what he felt was the new him. He then decided to scan for a new alt mode that was more practical on the battlefield settling on a prototype starfighter he had found.

After his close call with death he decided that to end the decepticons was all that mattered. No longer caring how that goal came about, he became more brutal and began studying melee combat and close in weapons combat. He had his wings modified to be able to detach from his back and act as blades to better suit his new self imposed purpose. While seemingly cold and detached he still cares for his fellow Autobots deeply and feels the only way to protect them from the danger is to take it upon himself to see that the threats to their peace are eliminated. Some have claimed he has become more like the decepticons he hates, but he feels it doesn't matter as long as the job gets done.

Abilities:
Huvrr is still good at detecting security systems and bypassing them but has lost his former stealth abilities due to his form change. He is equipped with highly sensitive radar device able to detect enemy combatants up to a 5 mile radius. His new jet mode has provided an increase in speed(approx.mach 1.5) with a top out of 1140 mph, while his new targeting system and weapons make him more of a threat during battle. Though only recently aquiring his new form and weapons he has taken right to them and seems to have improved by leaps and bounds in his accuracy. The study he has put into melee combat and the training with his new blades has made him a match for most close quarter combat units, with the exception of the most skilled specialist. His blades can cut through the armor of most light to moderatly amored transformers and with a little time and precision even hack the most heavily armored down to size. His top mounted dual pulse cannons can detach while in robot mode and act as his main ranged weapon while in this mode. His incendary rockets are capable of melting most regular ground units down to size, while making sure the more heavily armored units knew he was there. His colder and deadlier mentality has made him a force on the battle field making up for what experience he lacks with sheer enthusiasm and determination.

Weaknesses:
His lack of battle experience still leaves him vulnerable at times to attacks that most veteran Autobot warriors would know to watch for. His new found enthusiasm and determination has also blinded him in battle sometimes making him attack larger or more experienced enemy units that most would normally avoid. Seeing him attack a combiner or unit commander alone is no odd occurance anymore and could lead to a trip to the frag pile should his zealousness get the best of him. Through all this his care for his fellow Autobots has only increased and he will cease combat in an instant to attend to or rescue a fallen comrade or one in dire trouble. This leaves him vulnerable and may one day prove to be his undoing.

Sample Writing:

The world suddenly exploded, bursting into flames in fron the the decepticon sentries standing guard outside the weapons factory. Pulse blast rained down as the guards not effected by the initial assault found their targets and set to attack. The Autobot ground units charged ahead into the returning fire determined to end the fight as quick as possible and shutdown part of their enemies weapons supply.

Above Huvrr came about for a return run firing a second incendary rocket to soften the enemy units up before his comrades got to them. He let out a quick burst of fire as he zeroed in on one enemy unit and dived directly at it. Forty feet from the decepticon he transformed, pulling out one of his wing blades and then coming down, slicing the enemy unit in half. Popping up from his crouch he reached over his shoulder, removing his dual pulse cannon and let out a quick volley at the nearest combatants while tripping up another charging directly for him. A quick arcing slash of his blade ended the spark of the fallen decepticon, leaving him free to sprint towards the facilities outer wall and scan for any additional threats.

With all the perimeter guards out of comission, Prowl,the operations commander sprinted up next to Huvrr. "Did a death wish come with that new frame?", he asked.

Huvrr coldly responded, "Prowl, if i wanted your opinion i would have given it too you."

"Keep it up smartbot. Pull that crap again and you'll be arranging data files till you
rust out."

Huvrr hated having to deal with operation commanders like Prowl. The kind that had to chime in on any little thing you did, right down to if you they thought you held your weapon too tight. He took a quick radar scan of the entry to the weapons facility, found the placement and size of the other enemy guards and then looked back at Prowl. "If you want to sit here and burn out your voice circuit thats fine. Me....I have a job to do!"

With that he rounded the corner and charged in through the entrance way, spraying the room with suppression fire. Begrudgingly Prowl called out "Frag you Huvrr!" charging after him and leading the small taskforce into the building. Slaming down next to Huvrr who was taking cover behind a doorframe Prowl said, "After this is all done, me, you and Prime are having a little talk." "Fine", Huvrr responded, "Now shut yapping and start shooting!"

The Autobot taskforce had the last remaining guards pinned down in a side room with only one entry and exit point. One of the younger taskforce members said "frag it, i'm tossing a photon grenade."

"Are your fraging circuits fried?!", Huvrr responded.

"Huvrr, enough! Sprint, give me that fragin grenade. Ok, here's the plan. First.." Prowl was saying as Huvrr popped up and charged around the corner, letting out a brief
"Prowl, cover me!"

"Stupid bot has a deathwish" Prowl mumbled. "Give him some cover fire!! I want enough of him left for me and Prime after this mission!"

Huvrr registered the last part of that order as he charged down the short hallway and dived over the make shift barricade the guards had sat, rolling and coming up with his blades swinging swiftly and furiously. He deflected a bolt away towards a wall where it bounced off hitting one of the guards in the head, leaving a whole clean through. A back swing from his left hand blade bisected another from shoulder to hip, while he stepped through and thrust his second blade into the guards chest in front of him, ripping it upwards and free. A blast smacked full force into his back, driving him into the wall ahead and then falling hard to the ground. Twisting he saw the last guard coming to try and finish him off when a laser blast rang out, bursting the guards right optic unit and leaving a hole clean through. Two bots tried to help him up, which he shrugged off, staring straight at Prowl.

"Thanks, I owe ya."

"Save it", Prowl responded, "You're not going to be too thankful when we get back to base. After Optimus hears about this, you'll be stuck on monitor duty until the galaxy implodes." "You two", Prowl said pointing to a couple of the soldiers,"go set the charges and lets get the slag out of here."

With the charges set the bots made their way outside, taking cover and detonating the explosives. "Okay Autobots, lets..." before Prowl could finish, Huvrr transformed and took off back to base. Let him go cry to Prime he though to himself. The job is done and thats all that matters. With that final thought he kicked up his speed and rocketed off towards base to hit the CR chamber and get some well deserved rest.