Ok, yeah. My characters were approved this way before. I don't know how Brewer's Abilities were cut when I posted them. lol Sorry. I don't mind revamping the profiles either. :3 Just wanted to let you know, cause you mentioned something like that in the disapprovement.
Name: Brewer
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Search and Rescue
Alt. mode: All terrain Cybertronian Jeep
Weapons: Plasma Blaster and two Acid Rays
Special Abilities: none
Height: 26 ft ( 7.9 m)
Quote: "Look at us... We're fighting a long war and I don't even know the reason for it
STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 8
SPEED: 6
ENDURANCE: 8
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 5
ACCURACY: 5
MELEE: 3
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 5
RANK: 6
Profile: Brewer is an Autobot who questions a lot about life. He often wonders what has its purpose and why. His mind wanders off often when alone, and sometimes even during battles. Brewer is a complete daydreamer and a trustworthy ally, even when he goes off into la-la land. Often doing his ideal job, the mech bravely goes into battle in search of injured or stasis locked Autobots and takes them back to the medical facilities where they can be repaired. Even though Brewer doesn’t have much firepower, his endurance makes up for it, keep himself and the “client” protected for as long as needed.
Appearance: In robot mode, Brewer is mostly a hunter green on his armor, and gray in his basic body structures (arms, legs, face, hands, etc.). The front section of his jeep mode (front wheels, hood, and engine) is split into his arms, while the cockpit of the vehicle forms his back, and the trunk and back wheels create his legs. He’s a simple transformation, yet still complicated, considering his back wheels latch on to his hips, held in place by retractable and extractable arms of a sort that bring the wheels from the legs to his hips and vise versa. (Same for the wheels on his shoulders).
Abilities: Brewer's thickly made armor allows him to travel through battles without much harm, though heavy artillery such as bombs will obviously do a good deal of damage to him. Also effecting his rushes through danger, is his speed, which is just to the point of average in robot mode, while in vehicle mode, he can reach a top speed of 200mph. The reason for this is his all terrain tires and structure, allowing Brewer to travel just about anywhere and get himself and the injured Autobot out of danger alive. As for weapons, Brewer's Plasma Blaster is the weapon of choice when he needs to get out of a serious situation. His Acid Ray Pistols serve as simple defensive weapons to ward off enemies.
Weaknesses: The misunderstanding of the long-waged war bothers Brewer much more than one would notice. He hides a lot of his feelings about the whole matter within himself, knowing that there isn’t really anything he can do but continue trying to aid in settling the war. His habit of losing himself to pondering within his imaginative mind can sometimes get Brewer into much trouble with lack of information gained during meetings or knowing what he’s heading into in the middle of battlefields.
Sample Post: “Hang on, buddy!” Brewer recklessly drove across the battlefields as he carried a highly damaged passenger in his seats. He couldn’t let this one go - not now, not ever. This ally was just too important to him.
The explosions nearly lifted the Jeep off of the ground and sent flying for a good bit, but they didn’t. Instead, the ride was rough and treacherous, sending rubble flying everywhere and about, hitting him pretty well. Some of the bombs and laser fire hit so close, he took a good bit of damage, but nothing would stop him - Brewer wouldn’t allow it. His interestingly colored friend groaned and grunted with each painful bounce, trying not to scream in agony from the major injury he really had - his arm almost completely blown off, hanging on by just a wire or two, and his chest was well opened, a missile hitting him at a very close range when he was taking cover behind whatever the booming graveyard had to offer.
It wasn’t long until Brewer made it to the Medical Facilities and practically begged for someone to take the passenger into the rooms pronto. “I have an emergency here! 97% damage to this one! Come on!”
At that, two Med. Bots ran out with a stretcher and rushed the injured mechanoid inside, Brewer transforming and chasing after them. He stood by as close as he could, hoping that there weren’t any other calls for him to attend to at least until he knew this one was going to make it through. “Orchid, stay functioning. I’ll bring you back to life and kill you again if you die on me,” he said rather loud enough for his long-term buddy to hear.
A grunt escaped the apparently named Orchid as two medics crowded over him, “When did you learn how to build sparks? Last time I checked, you weren’t Primus.” Then a faint chuckle hissed from his vocal speaker and his optics dimmed out, Orchid’s whole system finally giving out and settling into stasis lock.
“I’d find a way,” Brewer sighed and took a seat, carefully watching the repairs at work. He knew that Orchid would be all right, now. He hoped Orchid would be all right. The bot was in professional hands, after all. Another sigh escaped him and the green mech looked to the doors leading outside the facilities. Brewer couldn’t wait until everything was finally at peace again. He dreamt of a shining planet and all its glory, everyone on Cybertron laughing and getting along, children once again frolicking as joyfully as they use to. That past was a flicker, but Brewer knew one day it’d be a long future.
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Name: Forte
Allegiance: Autobot
Function: Warrior
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Sports Car
Weapons: One grenade launcher, two pistols, and one Null-ray rifle in her alt. mode's hood.
Special Abilities: Bezerker - Can multiply her physical strength by 4x when her anger is triggered.
Height: 15ft; 3,6m
Quote: "I'm short and so is my temper. Don't light the wick.'
STRENGTH: 8
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE: 5
COURAGE: 3
FIREPOWER: 6
ACCURACY: 7
MELEE: 8
TECH SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 4
RANK: 5
Profile: Forte is a femme bot who has been places throughout the war. Her former commander known as Rafter was killed in an accident in moon base one some many cycles ago, giving Forte a bad reputation toward other Autobots. The accident in that event was a tragic happening of Forte's temper loss. In the end, she was the one who caused Rafter's death in a brutal and gorey fall. Forte looks upon life as having far too much pity for her in cause of her size. She thinks everyone is going easy on her for what may seem as a fatal flaw to her form. With such thoughts programed into her mind, she now looses sanity and goes unconscious, yet functional when in her rampage. Once Forte has lost all patience with whatever may trigger her anger, she is practically unstopable and extremely deadly to anyone who stands in her way.
On the other hand, Forte is usually the kind and thoughtful character that will fight for the Autobot honor 'til her death. Her loyalty to the Autobots is one that is questionable with her temper glitch, but she is a worthy soldier that has stuck along with her allies for many centuries through the thickest of missions.
Appearance: Her outter armor is a shade of lavendar, being placed on her lower arms, shins, and knees. Her alternate mode's doors are placed over her shoulders as secondary armor, and her engine chamber - along with her Null-ray rifle - are on her back, also where her robot mode's head folds into. Forte's inner armor - where her alt. mode's pieces aren't - is a light grey. Her red optics show the ironicy of her innocent and childlike appearance and femine figure. Her helmet gives a shape that represents something similar to a human's short hair. Her red Autobot symbol is branded on her right door/shoulder.
Abilities: Forte has the ability of a Bezerker, multiplying her physical strength to great heights. In the cause of a glitch in her system from one nearly fatal battle, she now has no control over who she attacks in her Bezerker mode. In alt. mode, she can freeze enemies in their tracks with the Null-ray rifle in under her hood. This rifle can also flip out of her back when in robot mode. Her grenade launcher can reach great distances of 2 miles, and combining this with her skillful aim, she his deadly even out of Bezerker mode. This launcher also sends out a powerful atom explosion that spreads in the range of 20 meters. Her two energon pistols serve as main weapons, making them the first thing for her to pull out when in battle. These pistols do a fair amount of damage, but can only weaken the enemy, not destroy it.
Weaknesses: Out of all that Forte can do, her weakness is nothing more than her strength. As said, in her Bezerker mode, she has no control of who she attacks. In result, Forte may attack her own allies. Also, in many occasions of when her Bezerker mode levels reach too high, Forte falls completely unconscious, and possibly even in stasis lock.
Sample Post:
A very small sized fembot, not nearly as short as a Minibot, but not tall enough to be considered normal, shied away across the room as the roll call was taking place. She didn’t want to bump into anyone, but surely wanted to keep everything acknowledged.
Forte, the femme, pulled up a fist of knuckles and pressed them to her lips in nervousness as she watched the braver Autobots step up when their names were called. She couldn’t understand how they could just hide all their worries when in front of the higher ranked commanders. But none of that could be thought over, for her name was then expressed.
“Forte,” called the group leader.
This sudden sound of her name caused Forte to jump. She looked over to the mech whom had acknowledged her name and pressed her knuckles even harder to her mouth. With much hesitation, the femme stepped forward and made her way to the front of the group.
“Forte,” the mech looked around and then down at the lavender form that was much small than himself, “Ah, there you are. Head for the Training Facilities for practice and your new group leader will take it from there.”
“Y..yes, sir,” Forte mumbled from behind her fist, and quickly traveled out of the room and to her commanded destination.
Hopefully the other mechanoids would be a little less intimidating to her, maybe they were all noobies. Forte hoped so, that way, she wouldn’t have to worry about too much entertainment about her height. Primus, she hated when someone picked about her height - it almost made her want to do something she never thought was possible for a Transformer like herself. But maybe some things were possible.
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