The Energon Pub

Crashinibon wrote: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?

Leotron wrote: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.

Prowler915 wrote: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.

Devastron wrote:
This game is based on G1 characters and not on the Armada-Energon-Cybertron characters. Your character doesn't fit into the G1 setting.

Crashinibon wrote:Name: Sludge
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Dynobot
Function: Demolitions
Weapon: Mortar Rifle
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Heavy Assault Platform
Height: 38ft / 11.59m
Quote: "Stomp your enemy, crush him under your feet."


Strength: 09
Intelligence: 03
Dexterity: 03
Speed: 02
Endurance: 09
Courage: 09
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 03
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 02
Charisma: 04
Rank:[b] -


[b]Profile: The epitome of a shocktrooper, Sludge believes in making his prescence known and then proceeding to break down anything brave enough to stick around after he makes himself known. Of the Dinobots, Sludge is without a doubt the most potentially destructive given his massive strength and terrifying endurance, combined they make him a walking wrecking ball that seems to be all but unstoppable once he sets his mind to something. However, of the Dinobots, Sludge is perhaps the most gentle and shy and because of this talks the least, making him seem like a complete lumox while, comparitively, he's quite intelligent for a Dinobot. However, when in battle, this withdrawn side is all together removed and he becomes a destructive force that few Decepticons are hearty enough to face.

Abilities: Paramount of Sludge's abilities are his unrelenting strength and endurance. He is capable of easily exerting enough force in a single blow to topple a bridge, amplified even greater when in his tank form. His hide is also thick enough to repel all but the most powerful of blasts, a feat only few of his allies can come close to matching. Due to this, Sludge is particularly effective at single-handedly eliminating entire groups of Decepticons.

Sludge's assault platform mode is particularly dangerous, boasting even greater defensive power than his robot form. In this mode, he is easily capable of over-running stray Decepticons and proceeding to crush them under his massive tracks and weight, a tactic he prefers over simply blasting intended victims. While slow in either form, though moreso in assault platform form, his sheer physical strength and endurance easily make up for this problem.

Preferring to fight either hand-to-hand or by crushing his enemies, Sludge also carries a basic no-frills mortar rifle to keep him from being totally ineffective at ranged combat. An oversized rifle, fitting with his overall exterior and style, the weapon is capable of firing large explosive shells at a steady rate. Each shell acts like a miniature grenade, spreading flechettes on detonation which are particularly effective at filleting unsuspecting Decepticons.

Furthermore, Sludge is particularly suited for combat in sludge and swampy areas, thus his namesake. Because of this, he is particularly useful when Decepticons attempt to use such terrain to their advantage, lending him a frightening demeanor in being able to cross such terrain with veritable ease and destroy the stunned victims.

Weaknesses: Other than his obvious hinderance in speed due to sheer size, Sludge's only real weakness is his tendency to get himself stuck in his own path of destruction. Oftentimes, Sludge will destroy more than needed and get himself stuck in holes he himself has generated, a situation where his heavy treads find some difficulty in effecting an escape. This often means that he'll need outside assistance, something he is not particularly fond of, usually illiciting conflicts especially with other Dinobots.

Sample Post

Sludge had wandered away from the crash site, exploring this new world, his feet thumpinf and stomping across thje snow leaving deep, easily followed track that few would even recognize as tracks rather then depressions in the snow. He looked over this new world, so vibrant so alive, he could almost feel it's heart beat beneath his heavy foot falls.. Was Cybertron ever like this?

Snow toppled from the branch of a tree as he passed, disturbed by the vibrations each and every one of his steps sent into the earth, a plaintive, startled cry drew his attention, it was one of the natvies of this world, all pink and soft as they struggled up and out of the snow that had fallen on them.

This human had been watching him in secret, now discovered, Sludge watched as they froze in place almost as if ice had taken them. Both were silent, the terran from fear, Sludge.. from well.. he didn't know what to say? 'I come in peace? Take me to your leader? Klatu Barata Nickto?, Ba Weep Grana Weep Nini Nong?' wondered Sludge. fidgeting to and fro, the silence was growing heavier about him,he looked to and fro hoping for one of his fellows to arrive and help him out.. but none came.. he would have to deal with this himself.

"Um.. Hi." was all Sludge managed to get out, drawing his hand up to wave to the strange little creature.. who promptly screamed and ran. Sludge was absently increased with the little thing's speed, watching it disappear into a group of trees. not that he knew what trees were.

"So much for first contact..."

Scramblebot wrote:Name: Scramble
Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: Combat Medic
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Seeker
Weapons:Decepticon Arm-mounted Ionic Scambler. Sidearm:Standard Laster Positol
Special: Warrior and Medic.
Height: 24ft tall. 7.3 Meters.
Quote:"Hold still damn it!"

Purple Female Decepticon Seeker. She has only one arm mounted weapon on her right arm.

STRENGTH: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 4 (6 in alt mode)
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 7 Ionic Scrambler. (4 with Postol. 5 with dual mounted lasers in alt mode)
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 4
TECH SKILL: 8
CHARISMA:
RANK: Need mod assignment.

Profile:
Created in the city state of PolyHex during the end of the Golden Age of Cybertron, Scramble proved herself to be an exceptionally skilled engineer and technician. Enjoying assisting damaged Transformers and providing upgrades for others she found herself a rather comfortable niche there.

However when the Great war sprung to life, she at first decided to remain neutral. While her companion Kekil joined the ranks of the Decepticons. There friendship didn't suffer for this though. Still they conversed and visted one another though sometimes it would appear strained. During one of the Larger battles however Kekil was damaged beyond repair. To spite this Scramble traveled to the front to locate his chasis form the frontlines and attempted to do some form of repairs where the fallen decepticon lay. Her efforts proved futile. Staying by her fallen lovers scrapped body, she continued in her vain efforts until stasis lock was entered due to lack of Fuel.

When she awoke, oddly enough it would seem that the decepticons had recovered her. Eagerly joining them afterwards, her youthful happiness temporarily pushed aside by an urge for vengance she joined the Decepticons. Undergoing the formatting process of becoming a Seeker, and using her technical skills to there peak abilities and her intelligence she instead opted to become a combat medic for the decepticon cause.

Though she on some level regrets joining them, she often remembers Kekils words about them; "Seeing new worlds and races. Discovering new sources of energon for the good of all cybertronians." These words often keep her on the course in some situations.

Armed with her Ionic Scrambler and the desire to see as little destruction as possible to her comrades, she moves from place to place on the battle field delivering patch work repairs and temporary upgrades when available. Many Decepticons have been hauled out of trenches by her and on the spot repairs critical in getting them operational enough to retreat for further extended repairs.



Abilities:
Arm Mounted Ionic Scramble: Temporarily scrambles the affected Transformers directional and guidance systems. Though the effects last a limited time, (Perhaps a full minute at Maximum power.) The Results can be interesting from causing a flyer to crash land to simple giving her an opportunity to escape while her foe stumbles about. Relatively a harmless weapon in and of itself. Coupled with a more effective warrior at her side this could tip the scales in there favor.

Last Pistol: A Standard Issue Decepticon Laser Pistol that does minimal damage. Nothing Fancy about it.

Dual Mounted Lasers in Jet Form. Standard Weaponry. That does Moderate damage.

Left Arm Repair kit: Her Left Arm houses an Emergency repair kit. Her Left hand retracts into her arm and a multi-purpose medical tool takes its place. This tool can perform a few special functions. It can act a scapel, small torch to seal minor damage or a slice from her aformentioned item. It can also act as a smaller more tweezer like item for finer work in battle field situations. Its final use is as a small pump for the exetremely limited supply of emergency energon carried in her arm. (PErhaps a quarter to Half a Cudes worth.) Her forearm compartment opens up also to reveal other tools needed for quick on the spot repairs. Items including fuel pump patches and minor circuts to replace damaged ones.


She Also carries a full repair kit case that fits on the underside of her Jet Mode.

In Robot mode only her right arm has a weapon attached to it. That being her Ionic Scrambler. In Jet Mode she appears to have two standard if weaker versions of the Decepticon Seeker blasters. These arms slip onto her back when in Robot mode and are for the most part unusable.

Temporary System Upgrade: Capable of performing this task on three transformers Maximum per day, she can raise there abililties by 1 point tech wise. However after this temporary upgrade is added the transformers fuel rate depletes at double its orignal rate.

Maximum Speed in Alt mode: 370 mph Mach 0.5



Weaknesses:
Her Left Arm repair kit, tends to jam up time and again, due to the compact nature of having such tools buildt into her. Especially when her hand retracts, it can be difficult for her to retract the tool it creates. Also the emergency energon kept in her arm has a chance of expolding in the event that its hit and damaged badly enough by an autobot weapon.

Physically shes weak compaired to most other decepticons and can be overpowered quite easily. Her wings due to the fact that orignally she had no alternate mode are not very durable, and sustain damage easily.

Sample Post:

Another explosion echoed near the trench she was in. Crouched over a fallen decepticon its chest compartment open as she hastefully attempted to get the warrior into at least minimal working condition.

"Work damn you slag heap!" She cursed pulling a small circut out of her forearm compartment and attaching it to the tip of the multipurpose tool her left hand, become she worked the small item into the wounded mechanoid. An Explosion closer this time sent small chunks of the debirs boucning offer her form and the battered comrade she worked on.

"Work Damn it! " She screamed in frustraition, before sighting the real problem. A small sized bit of metal sharpnel had lodged itself into his fuel pump. Which caused a severe energon leak. Her Multipurpose tool shifting into a small pair of pinchers she gently worked them into the hole, in the other decepticons fuel pump and tugged the offending item out dropping it aside the two of them, her forearm compartment opened quickly recovering a small peice of rubber she proceeded to patch the hole closing his chasis afterwards.

Still his eyes stayed dark, gripped by stasis lock. Cursing under her breath. "Vector Sigma..." Her Multipurpose tool changed moderately into a small pump. She began to pump the extra energon stored in her arm into the woudned Decepticon.

"Come on! Come on! By Primus if you don't wake up we are both slag!" She shouted as his eyes came on line. A sense of calm rushed over her as she detached her pump from her her left hand soon reforming.

"Come on, we have to retreat now the orders been given!" Helping the unknown warrior that she had never seen before back onto his feet, she noticed an autobot had slipped into there trench. A Smaller one, but the weapon it aimed at her repaired comrade could easily undo all she had done. Shoving him aside she quickly fired her Ionic Scrambler, striking the auto bot and causing him to fall to the groudn as his directional circuts were confused and scrambled. Along with his targetting array. It would only last a few seconds, as she had used most of her fuel this day, but it last long enough for her and her woudned comrade to make there escape.

(Sorry it if seems a bit crude. Tried my best without ever having forum rped before.)

Light Blade wrote:HardHead

Allegience: Autobot
Function: Ground Assault
Alt. Mode: Cybertronian Tank
Weapons: Shatterblasters (X2), 120mm Laser-guided Cannon
Height: 33ft / 10m
Quote: "It's either MY way - or NO way!"


Strength: 09
Intelligence: 06
Dexterity: 05
Speed: 05
Endurance: 09
Courage: 10
Firepower: 08
Accuracy: 08
Melee: 07
Tech Skill: 03
Charisma: 05
Rank: 06


Profile: The only way to get Hardhead to follow advice is to persuade him he came up with the idea himself. He knows only one way to do anything- his way. He's as stubborn as a Buick with a six year old battery on a cold winter's morning. He doesn't talk too much, but when he does he's usually brief and to the point, never sparing the emotions of others. Some would say he's businesslike, others would say rude. Soldiering is his life; on the battlefield, he's just as stubborn as anywhere else. Retreat is a dirty word to him- he'll fight until there's nothing left of his enemy... or himself.

Created during the Second Golden age, Hardhead is one of the few Autobots to actually come from a military background. However with few threats and fewer battles, most of his time was spent on guard duty, a job Hardhead grew to dispise but put up with. However, when the decepticons rose up and began the second Great war, Hardhead suddenly found himself back in business. Under Optimus Prime's leadership, Hardhead has become significently more confident in the Autobot way of doing things compared to versions from other realities, appreciating Prime's understanding on the situation they find themselves in.

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

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

Sample post
‘Any questions?’ the tactician asked the assembled force. Hardhead was bored out of his circuits, listening to that bot drone on and on and on about sneak attacks and other such drivel.
‘Yeah I got a question’ Hardhead stood up to make his presence known
‘What’s the point of your plan, we should just smash our way in, grab the energon and leave, blowing the facility to the next galaxy, why all the sneaking around?’
Wearily the tactician began to reply but Hardhead cut him short, he’d had enough.
‘Tell me how that plan of yours works out, I’ll be back with the stupid energon before you’ve finished your meeting’ Hardhead stormed out of the briefing room. The tactician sighed
‘Go with him or he’ll wind up getting killed and alerting them to are plans, this will be the only chance we get to attack.’
Shortly after Hardhead noticed a large number of the other bot’s following him. He smiled inwardly, he had his way, the only proper way, again.

Scramblebot wrote:My Post was edited to add a charisma Mod.

The Temporary physical Upgrade would work like that. Increasing either Decepticon's str for one action. 1 Extra STR point, for one action. For Example, Bubble dragging trailbreaker to safety then its spent, while still using double the normal fuel reqs due to overpowering the circuts for such an action.

Scramblebot wrote:Name: Scramble
Allegiance: Decepticons
Function: Combat Medic
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Seeker
Weapons:Decepticon Arm-mounted Ionic Scambler. Sidearm:Standard Laster Positol
Special: Warrior and Medic.
Height: 24ft tall. 7.3 Meters.
Quote:"Hold still damn it!"

Purple Female Decepticon Seeker. She has only one arm mounted weapon on her right arm.

STRENGTH: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 5
SPEED: 4 (6 in alt mode)
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 6
FIREPOWER: 7 Ionic Scrambler. (4 with Postol. 5 with dual mounted lasers in alt mode)
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 4
TECH SKILL: 8
CHARISMA:6
RANK: Need mod assignment.

Profile:
Created in the city state of PolyHex during the end of the Golden Age of Cybertron, Scramble proved herself to be an exceptionally skilled engineer and technician. Enjoying assisting damaged Transformers and providing upgrades for others she found herself a rather comfortable niche there.

However when the Great war sprung to life, she at first decided to remain neutral. While her companion Kekil joined the ranks of the Decepticons. There friendship didn't suffer for this though. Still they conversed and visted one another though sometimes it would appear strained. During one of the Larger battles however Kekil was damaged beyond repair. To spite this Scramble traveled to the front to locate his chasis form the frontlines and attempted to do some form of repairs where the fallen decepticon lay. Her efforts proved futile. Staying by her fallen lovers scrapped body, she continued in her vain efforts until stasis lock was entered due to lack of Fuel.

When she awoke, oddly enough it would seem that the decepticons had recovered her. Eagerly joining them afterwards, her youthful happiness temporarily pushed aside by an urge for vengance she joined the Decepticons. Undergoing the formatting process of becoming a Seeker, and using her technical skills to there peak abilities and her intelligence she instead opted to become a combat medic for the decepticon cause.

Though she on some level regrets joining them, she often remembers Kekils words about them; "Seeing new worlds and races. Discovering new sources of energon for the good of all cybertronians." These words often keep her on the course in some situations.

Armed with her Ionic Scrambler and the desire to see as little destruction as possible to her comrades, she moves from place to place on the battle field delivering patch work repairs and temporary upgrades when available. Many Decepticons have been hauled out of trenches by her and on the spot repairs critical in getting them operational enough to retreat for further extended repairs.



Abilities:
Arm Mounted Ionic Scramble: Temporarily scrambles the affected Transformers directional and guidance systems. Though the effects last a limited time, (Perhaps a full minute at Maximum power.) The Results can be interesting from causing a flyer to crash land to simple giving her an opportunity to escape while her foe stumbles about. Relatively a harmless weapon in and of itself. Coupled with a more effective warrior at her side this could tip the scales in there favor.

Last Pistol: A Standard Issue Decepticon Laser Pistol that does minimal damage. Nothing Fancy about it.

Dual Mounted Lasers in Jet Form. Standard Weaponry. That does Moderate damage.

Left Arm Repair kit: Her Left Arm houses an Emergency repair kit. Her Left hand retracts into her arm and a multi-purpose medical tool takes its place. This tool can perform a few special functions. It can act a scapel, small torch to seal minor damage or a slice from her aformentioned item. It can also act as a smaller more tweezer like item for finer work in battle field situations. Its final use is as a small pump for the exetremely limited supply of emergency energon carried in her arm. (PErhaps a quarter to Half a Cudes worth.) Her forearm compartment opens up also to reveal other tools needed for quick on the spot repairs. Items including fuel pump patches and minor circuts to replace damaged ones.


She Also carries a full repair kit case that fits on the underside of her Jet Mode.

In Robot mode only her right arm has a weapon attached to it. That being her Ionic Scrambler. In Jet Mode she appears to have two standard if weaker versions of the Decepticon Seeker blasters. These arms slip onto her back when in Robot mode and are for the most part unusable.

Temporary System Upgrade: Capable of performing this task on three transformers Maximum per day, she can raise there strength stat by 1 poinot. This effect only lasts one action (Example: Bumblebee dragging sideswipe to safety.) During the action taken double the normal fuel is consumed for that action. She cannot use these upgrades herself.

Maximum Speed in Alt mode: 370 mph Mach 0.5



Weaknesses:
Her Left Arm repair kit, tends to jam up time and again, due to the compact nature of having such tools buildt into her. Especially when her hand retracts, it can be difficult for her to retract the tool it creates. Also the emergency energon kept in her arm has a chance of expolding in the event that its hit and damaged badly enough by an autobot weapon.

Physically shes weak compaired to most other decepticons and can be overpowered quite easily. Her wings due to the fact that orignally she had no alternate mode are not very durable, and sustain damage easily.

Sample Post:

Another explosion echoed near the trench she was in. Crouched over a fallen decepticon its chest compartment open as she hastefully attempted to get the warrior into at least minimal working condition.

"Work damn you slag heap!" She cursed pulling a small circut out of her forearm compartment and attaching it to the tip of the multipurpose tool her left hand, become she worked the small item into the wounded mechanoid. An Explosion closer this time sent small chunks of the debirs boucning offer her form and the battered comrade she worked on.

"Work Damn it! " She screamed in frustraition, before sighting the real problem. A small sized bit of metal sharpnel had lodged itself into his fuel pump. Which caused a severe energon leak. Her Multipurpose tool shifting into a small pair of pinchers she gently worked them into the hole, in the other decepticons fuel pump and tugged the offending item out dropping it aside the two of them, her forearm compartment opened quickly recovering a small peice of rubber she proceeded to patch the hole closing his chasis afterwards.

Still his eyes stayed dark, gripped by stasis lock. Cursing under her breath. "Vector Sigma..." Her Multipurpose tool changed moderately into a small pump. She began to pump the extra energon stored in her arm into the woudned Decepticon.

"Come on! Come on! By Primus if you don't wake up we are both slag!" She shouted as his eyes came on line. A sense of calm rushed over her as she detached her pump from her her left hand soon reforming.

"Come on, we have to retreat now the orders been given!" Helping the unknown warrior that she had never seen before back onto his feet, she noticed an autobot had slipped into there trench. A Smaller one, but the weapon it aimed at her repaired comrade could easily undo all she had done. Shoving him aside she quickly fired her Ionic Scrambler, striking the auto bot and causing him to fall to the groudn as his directional circuts were confused and scrambled. Along with his targetting array. It would only last a few seconds, as she had used most of her fuel this day, but it last long enough for her and her woudned comrade to make there escape.

(Sorry it if seems a bit crude. Tried my best without ever having forum rped before.)

Crashinibon wrote:Name: Sludge
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Dinobot
Function: Jungle Warrior, Demolitions
Weapon: Mortar Rifle, Ener-Go Sword, Dino-Breath
Alt. mode: Dinosaur
Height: 38ft / 11.59m
Quote: "Stomp your enemy, crush him under your feet."


Strength: 09
Intelligence: 03
Dexterity: 03
Speed: 02
Endurance: 09
Courage: 09
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 03
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 02
Charisma: 04
Rank:[b] -


[b]Profile: Sludge likes to make his presence known. A few steps of his incredibly lumbering legs and everyone within a three-mile radius can hear -and feel- that he's around. But his awesome physical appearance belies his unusually gentle and shy nature. Like his fellow Dinobot, Slag, he is not happy with the leadership of Optimus Prime. He feels, however, the Autobot cause is more important than any personal misgivings and so he rarely exhibits his feelings. Such is not the case when Sludge is fired to battle- he then becomes a terrifying, unstoppable force.

Abilities: In Dinobot mode, Sludge can exert pressure up to 40,000 pounds per square inch with a single step, enough force to shatter a bridge or even crack a mountain. Only a handful of his comrades can match his immense strength and endurance. His armored hide can withstand all but the most powerful blasts. He's adept at operating in watery and swampy environments and in jungles.

Preferring to fight either hand-to-hand or by crushing his enemies, Sludge also carries a basic no-frills mortar rifle to keep him from being totally ineffective at ranged combat. An oversized rifle, fitting with his overall exterior and style, the weapon is capable of firing large explosive shells at a steady rate. Each shell acts like a miniature grenade, spreading flechettes on detonation which are particularly effective at filleting unsuspecting Decepticons.

Furthermore, Sludge is particularly suited for combat in sludge and swampy areas, thus his namesake. Because of this, he is particularly useful when Decepticons attempt to use such terrain to their advantage, lending him a frightening demeanor in being able to cross such terrain with veritable ease and destroy the stunned victims.

Weaknesses: Other than his obvious hinderance in speed due to sheer size, Sludge's only real weakness is his tendency to get himself stuck in his own path of destruction. Oftentimes, Sludge will destroy more than needed and get himself stuck in holes he himself has generated, a situation where his heavy treads find some difficulty in effecting an escape. This often means that he'll need outside assistance, something he is not particularly fond of, usually illiciting conflicts especially with other Dinobots.

Sample Post

Sludge had wandered away from the crash site, exploring this new world, his feet thumpinf and stomping across thje snow leaving deep, easily followed track that few would even recognize as tracks rather then depressions in the snow. He looked over this new world, so vibrant so alive, he could almost feel it's heart beat beneath his heavy foot falls.. Was Cybertron ever like this?

Snow toppled from the branch of a tree as he passed, disturbed by the vibrations each and every one of his steps sent into the earth, a plaintive, startled cry drew his attention, it was one of the natvies of this world, all pink and soft as they struggled up and out of the snow that had fallen on them.

This human had been watching him in secret, now discovered, Sludge watched as they froze in place almost as if ice had taken them. Both were silent, the terran from fear, Sludge.. from well.. he didn't know what to say? 'I come in peace? Take me to your leader? Klatu Barata Nickto?, Ba Weep Grana Weep Nini Nong?' wondered Sludge. fidgeting to and fro, the silence was growing heavier about him,he looked to and fro hoping for one of his fellows to arrive and help him out.. but none came.. he would have to deal with this himself.

"Um.. Hi." was all Sludge managed to get out, drawing his hand up to wave to the strange little creature.. who promptly screamed and ran. Sludge was absently increased with the little thing's speed, watching it disappear into a group of trees. not that he knew what trees were.

"So much for first contact..."

Huvrr wrote:Ok, i did some adjusting according to your instructions...though i thought the max stat pts for fanmade characters was 75? anyway, i only upped the melee by 1 just in case and adjusted the writing sample to more fit the melee stat. i also highligted the writing sample changes to quicker review

Name: Huvrr
Allegiance: autobot
Function: warrior
Alternate Mode: Cybertronian Jet
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: 7
Tech Skill: 6
Charisma:5
Rank: 4

Appearance:
Huvrr recently acquired a new form; that of a Cybertronian Jet. 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 Wreckers. 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. With his new body came a new alt mode...that of a cybertronian jet.

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, embeding the blade in the enemy unit's chest, straight up to the hilt. Standing 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 pulling his sword out of the deactivated decepticon. A quick thrust of his blade sliced into the abdomen of an attacking decepticon, disabling it, leaving it screaming in pain and 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 tripped another, while he thrust his second blade at the guards chest in front of him, scratching its chest as it turned to evade the attack. A blast smacked full force into his back before he could finish the guard off, driving him into the wall ahead and then falling hard to the ground. Twisting he saw the three guards coming to try and finish him off when a laser blast rang out, bursting the middle guards right optic unit and leaving a hole clean through. Two bots ran in fragging the last two guards and giving a little chuckle at Huvrr's predicament. Picking himself up off the ground he dusted himself off, all the while 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.

Teletron wrote:Name: Heap
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Base Security
Alt. Mode: Cybertronian Heavy Treaded Tank
Weapons: Arm-Mounted Heavy Sustained Beam Laser, Shoulder-Mounted Sixpack Missile Launcher, Automatic Ballistic Rifle
Height: 30 ft.
Quote: "It's about being better, not your enemies being worse,"

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

Profile:
Heap has one foot in the scrapyard and he knows it. One of, if not the, oldest Decepticons still fulfilling a combat role, Heap has been fighting longer than even he cares to remember. He'd be full of stories, if he cared to remember half the things he'd done or any of the things he'd seen. It's just as well as Heap doesn't want to talk and he's sure most of his compatriots care little for wisdom or experience. A quiet robot now, Heap looks down on most younger Decepticons with disdain; he feels they've become to bloodthirsty and traitorous to ever become the conquerors they are supposed to be. As a robot of many cycles, he's come to respect the chain of command, and has earned the respect of at least a few of the more level-headed Decepticon Commanders. While he's old, he knows the Decepticon race cannot tolerate weakness, and stays on his guard for any of his peers who think him to decrepit to be of any use. Calmer than most of his younger counterparts, Heap has an eye for positions and defense placement. After seeing so many different strongholds routed or personally striking against Autobot bases, he's grown to understand the importance of Security, even if it isn't the most glamorous position around. While powerful and competent, Heap can feel himself aging, and his sub-routines becoming slower and more prone to failure. Keeping these problems to himself, Heap knows that he's pushing against the odds at this point, and is waiting for his turn to die; when he does, however, he will go out the way he believes Decepticons' should: gloriously, and with respect and honor.

Abilities:
Heap is a powerful robot, and can take more than an ample beating. He was built to last, and does so. He has access to both tank mode and robot mode. His armor plating is rated at nearly twice the composition of more modern Decepticons, and are extremely resistant to laser and plasma weapons. While by no means the fastest Transformer, Heap displays a cunning combat ability and several thousand years of combat experience to back it up. His Sustained Beam Laser fires a pulsing beam of white hot energy, and can remain active for several seconds before overheating. His Ballistic Rifle fires heavy depleted plutonium rounds, capable of punching through over a foot of solid steel. The warheads on his Missile Launcher are armed with high grade incendiary and explosive payloads, and can reload twice. Years of training and learning have given Heap a keen eye for static defenses and the like, making him that much better at his job.

Weaknesses:
Heap's body is his worst enemy. His subsystems and servos are far of a much to old model to upgrade, so he relies on more and more extensive repairs each time he's injured. Also, he system rarely, if ever, operate at maximum levels. As an older Transformer he consumes much more fuel than normal, as his system doesn't process it cleanly. With capable of flight, Heap is extremely clumsy in the air, and would perfer to remain on the ground, and does not possess remarkable speed or agility in either of form.

Sample Post:

It wasn't always this bad, was it? It used to be easier...used to be easier and worth so much more...

Heap sighed, rubbing the side of his head. He'd come to one of the more frequented hallways to perform maintenance on the integrated laser turrets. The weapons folded seamlessly into the walls, and provided a fatal suprise when activated. Checking the gauges on the laser coils, Heap had allowed his mind to wander away from him. He hated the decrepit sound of it, but things used to be better. The battle more glorious. The comrades more honorable. Now? Now with was just death and laughter and pain. There was no conquest, just...murder.

Maybe it was always this bad. Pit, maybe _he_ used to be that bad. Maybe all the shots to the head over all the vorns had just softened his memory banks to much.

Looking at _Runamuk_ and _Runabout_ as they approached however, had to make Heap reconsider. With a grimace, he thought that maybe he was more right than he thought, maybe standards had just fallen to far. Sighing, he turned back to the wall, checking the activation node on the turret. He hated Decepticons like them, mean spirited with no warrior spirit, but, at his age and position, what could he do about it?

The passing Battlechargers cackled together quietly. They were obviously off to do something stupid. As he passed, _Runamuk_ shoved Heap, making room for the two to pass side-by-side down the hallway, "MOVE, Junker!"

His brother laughing along with him, the pair continued down the hall. Heap grimaced in anger, tightening his fist. There was no respect for 'Cons like them, for friend or for foe. Maybe he couldn't change it, but he didn't have to take it either. Activating the laser turrets and setting them to and automatic forward fire cycle, Heap walked away as quickly as he could. The cycle would only last half a breem, though is the scorching sounds and yelling coming from down the hall were any indication, that would be enough to teach them a lesson without killing them. Smiling to himself, Heap hummed an old song he'd long ago forgotten as he made his way back to the Security Office.

Crashinibon wrote:Name: Sludge
Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-group: Dinobot
Function: Jungle Warrior, Demolitions
Weapon: Mortar Rifle, Ener-Go Sword, Dino-Breath
Alt. mode: Brontosaurus
Height: 38ft / 11.59m
Quote: "Stomp your enemy, crush him under your feet."


Strength: 09
Intelligence: 03
Dexterity: 03
Speed: 02
Endurance: 09
Courage: 09
Firepower: 07
Accuracy: 03
Melee: 08
Tech Skill: 02
Charisma: 04
Rank: -


Profile: Sludge likes to make his presence known. A few steps of his incredibly lumbering legs and everyone within a three-mile radius can hear -and feel- that he's around. But his awesome physical appearance belies his unusually gentle and shy nature. Like his fellow Dinobot, Slag, he is not happy with the leadership of Optimus Prime. He feels, however, the Autobot cause is more important than any personal misgivings and so he rarely exhibits his feelings. Such is not the case when Sludge is fired to battle- he then becomes a terrifying, unstoppable force.

Abilities: In Dinobot mode, Sludge can exert pressure up to 40,000 pounds per square inch with a single step, enough force to shatter a bridge or even crack a mountain. Only a handful of his comrades can match his immense strength and endurance. His armored hide can withstand all but the most powerful blasts. He's adept at operating in watery and swampy environments and in jungles.

Preferring to fight either hand-to-hand or by crushing his enemies, Sludge also carries a basic no-frills mortar rifle to keep him from being totally ineffective at ranged combat. An oversized rifle, fitting with his overall exterior and style, the weapon is capable of firing large explosive shells at a steady rate. Each shell acts like a miniature grenade, spreading flechettes on detonation which are particularly effective at filleting unsuspecting Decepticons.

Furthermore, Sludge is particularly suited for combat in sludge and swampy areas, thus his namesake. Because of this, he is particularly useful when Decepticons attempt to use such terrain to their advantage, lending him a frightening demeanor in being able to cross such terrain with veritable ease and destroy the stunned victims.

Weaknesses: Other than his obvious hinderance in speed due to sheer size, Sludge's only real weakness is his tendency to get himself stuck in his own path of destruction. Oftentimes, Sludge will destroy more than needed and get himself stuck in holes he himself has generated, a situation where his heavy treads find some difficulty in effecting an escape. This often means that he'll need outside assistance, something he is not particularly fond of, usually illiciting conflicts especially with other Dinobots.

Sample Post

Sludge had wandered away from the crash site, exploring this new world, his feet thumpinf and stomping across thje snow leaving deep, easily followed track that few would even recognize as tracks rather then depressions in the snow. He looked over this new world, so vibrant so alive, he could almost feel it's heart beat beneath his heavy foot falls.. Was Cybertron ever like this?

Snow toppled from the branch of a tree as he passed, disturbed by the vibrations each and every one of his steps sent into the earth, a plaintive, startled cry drew his attention, it was one of the natvies of this world, all pink and soft as they struggled up and out of the snow that had fallen on them.

This human had been watching him in secret, now discovered, Sludge watched as they froze in place almost as if ice had taken them. Both were silent, the terran from fear, Sludge.. from well.. he didn't know what to say? 'I come in peace? Take me to your leader? Klatu Barata Nickto?, Ba Weep Grana Weep Nini Nong?' wondered Sludge. fidgeting to and fro, the silence was growing heavier about him,he looked to and fro hoping for one of his fellows to arrive and help him out.. but none came.. he would have to deal with this himself.

"Um.. Hi." was all Sludge managed to get out, drawing his hand up to wave to the strange little creature.. who promptly screamed and ran. Sludge was absently increased with the little thing's speed, watching it disappear into a group of trees. not that he knew what trees were.

"So much for first contact..."