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biokid9 wrote::MAX2:
name:Blastforge

allegiance:Autobots

function:warrior

alt.mode:stealth chopper

weapons:seismic pick, ion pistols, wrist daggers

special abilities:cloaking device

height:25'

quote:"The best combination is brains and brawn"!

STRENGTH:8
INTELLIGENCE:8
DEXTERITY:7
SPEED:7
ENDURANCE:7
COURAGE:10
FIREPOWER:7
ACCURACY: 8
MELEE: 8
TECH SKILL:8
CHARISMA:7
RANK:

profile:a calculating hulk, who loves to find a worthy opponent. He will never harm any defenseless being not even a decepticon.

abilities:His ion pistols can fire over 2 miles, and his seismic pick can enhance his strength 10+. Do to this he can do "quake smash" which can shatter diamond.

weaknesses: His shoulders were damaged in a battle when someone smashed them with hammers

sample post: Chkow! Chkow! "There went the last one."He said as he sat down. Training had been challenging so far, and Blastforge loved it! "Okay Ironhide, what's next?" he asked.
"You will be fighting one decepticon this time."He replied.
"Bring it on!" He said. They brought out a decepticon who was small and weaponless. Blastforge raised his pick but lowered it down again. "I can't harm any defenseless being, sorry, I guess I failed Ironhide." "Actually, you've passsed, kid."He said, placing an autobot icon on his shoulder."Welcome to the force, Blastforge.

This profile will need some thorough work. First of all, stat points to fanmades are limited to 75, you used far more than that. Then, his profile and abilities section tell basically nothing of the character, aside from some sort of super attack move, which is not acceptable, and his weaknesses aren't too sensible either.

I suggest reading the rules and already approved profiles very thoroughly to get a picture of what is needed for this game.

Name: megatron jr
Allegiance:Decepticon
Function: soldier
Alt. mode: walter p38
Weapons: fusion cannon,gattling gun
Special Abilities:can make mulitple versions of him self
Height: 16 ft
Quote: "if you want to kill my dada you have to pass me
STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE:6
DEXTERITY: 9
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE:9
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER:9
ACCURACY: 9
MELEE:8
TECH SKILL:7
CHARISMA: 9
RANK:9

Profile: i am one before my father i do what he does when he dies i will take over his place and if starscream does hes scrap metal. i look like him see look for your selfs http://seibertron.com/toys/fullsize.php ... 1&image=31
but i don't smile alot im strong like my daddy i dont like that red guy on the autobot side my daddy hate him.



Abilities:
can fit in small places and shoot fast in robot mode
Weaknesses:
lots of smoke
Physical Description:
like megatron but smaller
Sample Post:

Some Random Battlefield

a boy before his father that follows his footsteps his name is megatron jr

I posted this a while ago, but it needed a few things changed so, here's the new and improved version



Name: Storm

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. mode: Single headed winged dragon

Weapons:
Ion Particle Chargers (x2, Robot mode only)
Internal Flamethrower (x1, Dragon mode only)
Horns (x3, Dragon mode only)
Mecha Fangs (x2, Dragon mode only)
Claws (x10)
Tail Mounted Blades (x5)
Arm-Mounted Spikes (x3 on each arm)

Special Abilities:
Robot mode flight ability

Height: 32 feet/9.76 meters

Quote: "Brute strength is the only efficient way of getting things done."

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 7
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 9
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 7
RANK: Not yet determined

(I was a little concerned about the profile bit but here it goes)

Profile:

Storm made her first appearance on earth right around the start of the Middle Ages. The first thing her protoform optics saw was the image of a strange winged reptile in the window of a church steeple. She took an immediate liking to her new form, striking fear into the local populous of strange little organics. They often offered her four-legged creatures to consume, a habit that has stuck with her (much to the dismay of her comrades) Storm was virtually worshiped, and in return for the strange, but tasty, creatures that were offered to her, she protected the settlement in which the organics resided. Over the ages, she learned more of their culture and even learned their language, eventually being able to converse with them. However, a new leader arose amongst the organics, who decreed that Storm was a monstrous beast to be feared, and ordered that she be banished into the freezing cold mountains, never to return. Filled with rage, Storm fled to the mountains, never to be seen again. She sealed herself away in a cave, slipping into a deep recharge cycle, remaining dormant in the mountain for centuries.
She was re-awakened by her long-lost comrades after nearly a thousand years locked in the ice. She re-joined her Autobot comrades and has been fighting along side them since.
Storm is an expert of mele combat, her brutal nature carried on and off the battlefield. Her wicked sense of humor never leaves her and she almost never hesitates to hurt someone who insults her, even if that someone is her friend. Storm's gained most of her battle experience from fighting in battle arenas. She's always been tough, but years of dueling and fighting in the arena has made her a brutal fighter. Her claws make short work of the opposition, no matter what the opposition is.


Abilities:
Storm possesses ten stainless steel claws which can slice through most metals with ease. In the air, she can fly at speeds of up to 225 mph. In a nosedive, Storm is capable of exceeding speeds of 365 mph. The five blades on her tail make ideal mele weapons and usually manage to keep enemies at a comfortable distance. She prefers hand-to-hand combat however, if she finds herself at a distance, she possesses an internal flamethrower at the base of her throat that can be utilized in her dragon mode to project a jet of white-hot flames towards her opposition. Her long, slender form allows her to perform complex aerial maneuvers and provides her with superb agility. Also, she has twin ion particle chargers embedded into the palms of her hands that, when charged, can produce a brilliant ion particle beam that has a range of several hundred feet.


Weaknesses:
Storm, although having a vast array of weapons, has limited options if caught in long-range combat. Her rage can easily consume her and she will push herself far beyond her limits, to the point of near death. Her wings, although strongly armored on the back, can be rendered useless if the delicate membrane underneath is even slightly damaged. In both forms, her tail is extremely sensitive. If removed she loses her center of balance, and if it is damaged, the pain can render her immobile. Also, Storm relies heavily on mele combat, leaving her quite unskilled in how to use firearms efficiently. Her abilities with technology are also quite limited, only to the extent of basic first aid.

Sample Post:
Hitting the ground with deadly force, the blue-gray Autobot warrior tumbled along the dry earth like a rag doll, finally coming to rest near a patch of dead foliage. The red and gold seeker sneered from above, detecting no motion from the metallic heap on the ground. He made his way towards the rust-colored earth, coming to rest just a few paces from the fallen warrior.

"So, this is the best the Autobots had to offer?" he said with a laugh.

The blue-gray Autobot began to rise to it's feet.

"Some silly little femme with the wits of a Sharkticon? Megatron should have no trouble seizing control of this wretched planet."

"Y-you're one to talk small fry." The female said, struggling to hold her form above the ground. She had to hand it to the Decepticon, he was quite brave to be insulting her, considering she towered over him by about 18 feet or so. She attempted to spread her wings, but the searing pain that ensued indicated that they were broken. "I-if I were you I'd watch who you mouth off to."

"Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots" He sneered.

A dissatisfied growl escaped from the dragoness's vocal circuits. Her clawed hand gripped at the wound in her side, steadily oozing fluids, pooling around her large, taloned feet. "Trust me, you don't want to make me angry..." She snarled in disgust, her words pronounced as sharply as her steel fangs.

The Decepticon scoffed "Please, you're pathetic you worthless trash heap!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the Autobot lunged, her claws slashing at everything in sight. With one successful swipe after another, she tore the seeker's wings to pieces. Suddenly, a brilliant bolt of energy sent her flying backwards. This time she was unable to stand. She watched as the seeker came closer, weapon drawn and aimed at her head.

"You know, I was considering letting you live and taking you as a prisoner." The all-too familiar hum of a laser charging filled the air as the seeker's finger squeezed on the trigger. "But now, I'm going to kill you."

In an instant, his optics grew bright in surprise and his weapon hit the ground.

"Think again." The femme sneered.

The seeker looked down. The dragoness's tail blade had impaled him straight through the chest. Through his spark.

"I ain't dieing pal." she panted as the red and gold jet's body went limp. She could hear more Autobots coming her to her location. The Decepticon slid off of her tail-mounted blades, collapsing in a pool of his own fluids.

"STORM!" She heard the medic exclaim in urgency.

A smile crept across her face, and the world around her began to fade into darkness "At least, not today."

With those words said, her optics dimmed and she slipped into unconsciousness.

No sigs in RPG forums please -Devastron

Name: Starscream
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Seeker Commander
Alt. mode: Cybertronian tetrajet
Weapons: Null rays, lasers and cluster bombs
Special Abilities: Null rays, radar.
Height: 31 ft / 9.46 m
Quote: "Conquest is made of the ashes of one's enemies."

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

Profile: Starscream makes no secret of his ambition to overthrow Megatron as Decepticon Leader. He is ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel. In that sense the two rivals are very much alike. But he has a vain side that clearly distinguishes him. He considers himself the most sophisticated and handsome of the Decepticons. He exudes a high-class, urbane air that provides a certain irony to his murderous tendencies. He looks down at Megatron for being antiquated in his military strategy. Starscream believes the Decepticons should rely more on guile and speed rather than brute, destructive force to defeat the Autobots. Starscream displays a kaleidoscope of personality facets and emotional undercurrents of which he himself is not fully aware, but which are not entirely lost on his comrades. He can be arrogant, selfish, and single-mindedly ambitious, forever seeking to unseat Megatron and assume command himself - but his schemes always seem to backfire as though he were subconsciously sabotaging himself. He forges ahead with supreme confidence, and can display astonishing perseverance in the face of repeated setbacks, but then may trip over his own insecurities. Acknowledged for his combat skills but otherwise often disdained by his comrades despite his constant scrabbling to gain respect, he isolates himself further in a bristling shield of psychological armor. He can waver in an instant from deathless courage in battle to desperate pleas for appeasement in response to an enraged Megatron, when he's stepped too far over the line. Megatron overlooks the potential threat Starscream represents for one very good reason: Starscream is very good at his job.

Abilities: Starscream is one of the fastest flyers of the Decepticons, Mach 5 being nothing more but a cruising speed for him. He can climb to sub-orbital altitudes of 52 miles and nose-dive down to near ground level in mere minutes. This makes him particularly effective in surprise attacks and hit-and-run actions. He can shoot cluster bombs a distance of 40 miles, each of which can level an area 10,000 feet square. His null-ray rifle can interrupt the flow of electricity in any circuitry it hits for periods of up to two minutes, effectively preventing the operation of many machines dependent on those circuits during that period.

Weaknesses: Starscream tends to overrates himself often, and finds himself in situations that are more than he can handle. His nose-dives often overload his gyro-circuitry leaving him disoriented briefly. But, overall, he is a very tough nut to crack.

g1megatron wrote:Name: megatron jr
Allegiance:Decepticon
Function: soldier
Alt. mode: walter p38
Weapons: fusion cannon,gattling gun
Special Abilities:can make mulitple versions of him self
Height: 16 ft
Quote: "if you want to kill my dada you have to pass me
STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE:6
DEXTERITY: 9
SPEED: 7
ENDURANCE:9
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER:9
ACCURACY: 9
MELEE:8
TECH SKILL:7
CHARISMA: 9
RANK:9

Profile: i am one before my father i do what he does when he dies i will take over his place and if starscream does hes scrap metal. i look like him see look for your selfs http://seibertron.com/toys/fullsize.php ... 1&image=31
but i don't smile alot im strong like my daddy i dont like that red guy on the autobot side my daddy hate him.



Abilities:
can fit in small places and shoot fast in robot mode
Weaknesses:
lots of smoke
Physical Description:
like megatron but smaller
Sample Post:

Some Random Battlefield

a boy before his father that follows his footsteps his name is megatron jr

Your application is unacceptable the way it is, for way too many reasons. I suggest reading the rules again and examining the approved profiles to see how to make it right.

indigirl wrote:I posted this a while ago, but it needed a few things changed so, here's the new and improved version



Name: Storm

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. mode: Single headed winged dragon

Weapons:
Ion Particle Chargers (x2, Robot mode only)
Internal Flamethrower (x1, Dragon mode only)
Horns (x3, Dragon mode only)
Mecha Fangs (x2, Dragon mode only)
Claws (x10)
Tail Mounted Blades (x5)
Arm-Mounted Spikes (x3 on each arm)

Special Abilities:
Robot mode flight ability

Height: 32 feet/9.76 meters

Quote: "Brute strength is the only efficient way of getting things done."

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 7
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 9
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 7
RANK: Not yet determined

(I was a little concerned about the profile bit but here it goes)

Profile:

Storm made her first appearance on earth right around the start of the Middle Ages. The first thing her protoform optics saw was the image of a strange winged reptile in the window of a church steeple. She took an immediate liking to her new form, striking fear into the local populous of strange little organics. They often offered her four-legged creatures to consume, a habit that has stuck with her (much to the dismay of her comrades) Storm was virtually worshiped, and in return for the strange, but tasty, creatures that were offered to her, she protected the settlement in which the organics resided. Over the ages, she learned more of their culture and even learned their language, eventually being able to converse with them. However, a new leader arose amongst the organics, who decreed that Storm was a monstrous beast to be feared, and ordered that she be banished into the freezing cold mountains, never to return. Filled with rage, Storm fled to the mountains, never to be seen again. She sealed herself away in a cave, slipping into a deep recharge cycle, remaining dormant in the mountain for centuries.
She was re-awakened by her long-lost comrades after nearly a thousand years locked in the ice. She re-joined her Autobot comrades and has been fighting along side them since.
Storm is an expert of mele combat, her brutal nature carried on and off the battlefield. Her wicked sense of humor never leaves her and she almost never hesitates to hurt someone who insults her, even if that someone is her friend. Storm's gained most of her battle experience from fighting in battle arenas. She's always been tough, but years of dueling and fighting in the arena has made her a brutal fighter. Her claws make short work of the opposition, no matter what the opposition is.


Abilities:
Storm possesses ten stainless steel claws which can slice through most metals with ease. In the air, she can fly at speeds of up to 225 mph. In a nosedive, Storm is capable of exceeding speeds of 365 mph. The five blades on her tail make ideal mele weapons and usually manage to keep enemies at a comfortable distance. She prefers hand-to-hand combat however, if she finds herself at a distance, she possesses an internal flamethrower at the base of her throat that can be utilized in her dragon mode to project a jet of white-hot flames towards her opposition. Her long, slender form allows her to perform complex aerial maneuvers and provides her with superb agility. Also, she has twin ion particle chargers embedded into the palms of her hands that, when charged, can produce a brilliant ion particle beam that has a range of several hundred feet.


Weaknesses:
Storm, although having a vast array of weapons, has limited options if caught in long-range combat. Her rage can easily consume her and she will push herself far beyond her limits, to the point of near death. Her wings, although strongly armored on the back, can be rendered useless if the delicate membrane underneath is even slightly damaged. In both forms, her tail is extremely sensitive. If removed she loses her center of balance, and if it is damaged, the pain can render her immobile. Also, Storm relies heavily on mele combat, leaving her quite unskilled in how to use firearms efficiently. Her abilities with technology are also quite limited, only to the extent of basic first aid.

Sample Post:
Hitting the ground with deadly force, the blue-gray Autobot warrior tumbled along the dry earth like a rag doll, finally coming to rest near a patch of dead foliage. The red and gold seeker sneered from above, detecting no motion from the metallic heap on the ground. He made his way towards the rust-colored earth, coming to rest just a few paces from the fallen warrior.

"So, this is the best the Autobots had to offer?" he said with a laugh.

The blue-gray Autobot began to rise to it's feet.

"Some silly little femme with the wits of a Sharkticon? Megatron should have no trouble seizing control of this wretched planet."

"Y-you're one to talk small fry." The female said, struggling to hold her form above the ground. She had to hand it to the Decepticon, he was quite brave to be insulting her, considering she towered over him by about 18 feet or so. She attempted to spread her wings, but the searing pain that ensued indicated that they were broken. "I-if I were you I'd watch who you mouth off to."

"Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots" He sneered.

A dissatisfied growl escaped from the dragoness's vocal circuits. Her clawed hand gripped at the wound in her side, steadily oozing fluids, pooling around her large, taloned feet. "Trust me, you don't want to make me angry..." She snarled in disgust, her words pronounced as sharply as her steel fangs.

The Decepticon scoffed "Please, you're pathetic you worthless trash heap!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the Autobot lunged, her claws slashing at everything in sight. With one successful swipe after another, she tore the seeker's wings to pieces. Suddenly, a brilliant bolt of energy sent her flying backwards. This time she was unable to stand. She watched as the seeker came closer, weapon drawn and aimed at her head.

"You know, I was considering letting you live and taking you as a prisoner." The all-too familiar hum of a laser charging filled the air as the seeker's finger squeezed on the trigger. "But now, I'm going to kill you."

In an instant, his optics grew bright in surprise and his weapon hit the ground.

"Think again." The femme sneered.

The seeker looked down. The dragoness's tail blade had impaled him straight through the chest. Through his spark.

"I ain't dieing pal." she panted as the red and gold jet's body went limp. She could hear more Autobots coming her to her location. The Decepticon slid off of her tail-mounted blades, collapsing in a pool of his own fluids.

"STORM!" She heard the medic exclaim in urgency.

A smile crept across her face, and the world around her began to fade into darkness "At least, not today."

With those words said, her optics dimmed and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Since very little contact has been made with Earth, the medival part will not really work. If you want her to have such an alt. mode as she has right now, it would be best to name it "creature", or "cybertronian beast", or something to that effect. You can study the approved profiles a bit to get an idea. And you don't especially need to explain it in the profile, but if you do, think carefully, so it would fit into the current, more heavily Cyberton-based setting.

I would also like to warn you that Tech Skill 2 is so low, that with it, it would take effort to reload a more complex weapon, use technical equipment or such. Another thing to consider.

Longshot wrote:Name: Starscream
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Seeker Commander
Alt. mode: Cybertronian tetrajet
Weapons: Null rays, lasers and cluster bombs
Special Abilities: Null rays, radar.
Height: 31 ft / 9.46 m
Quote: "Conquest is made of the ashes of one's enemies."

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

Profile: Starscream makes no secret of his ambition to overthrow Megatron as Decepticon Leader. He is ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel. In that sense the two rivals are very much alike. But he has a vain side that clearly distinguishes him. He considers himself the most sophisticated and handsome of the Decepticons. He exudes a high-class, urbane air that provides a certain irony to his murderous tendencies. He looks down at Megatron for being antiquated in his military strategy. Starscream believes the Decepticons should rely more on guile and speed rather than brute, destructive force to defeat the Autobots. Starscream displays a kaleidoscope of personality facets and emotional undercurrents of which he himself is not fully aware, but which are not entirely lost on his comrades. He can be arrogant, selfish, and single-mindedly ambitious, forever seeking to unseat Megatron and assume command himself - but his schemes always seem to backfire as though he were subconsciously sabotaging himself. He forges ahead with supreme confidence, and can display astonishing perseverance in the face of repeated setbacks, but then may trip over his own insecurities. Acknowledged for his combat skills but otherwise often disdained by his comrades despite his constant scrabbling to gain respect, he isolates himself further in a bristling shield of psychological armor. He can waver in an instant from deathless courage in battle to desperate pleas for appeasement in response to an enraged Megatron, when he's stepped too far over the line. Megatron overlooks the potential threat Starscream represents for one very good reason: Starscream is very good at his job.

Abilities: Starscream is one of the fastest flyers of the Decepticons, Mach 5 being nothing more but a cruising speed for him. He can climb to sub-orbital altitudes of 52 miles and nose-dive down to near ground level in mere minutes. This makes him particularly effective in surprise attacks and hit-and-run actions. He can shoot cluster bombs a distance of 40 miles, each of which can level an area 10,000 feet square. His null-ray rifle can interrupt the flow of electricity in any circuitry it hits for periods of up to two minutes, effectively preventing the operation of many machines dependent on those circuits during that period.

Weaknesses: Starscream tends to overrates himself often, and finds himself in situations that are more than he can handle. His nose-dives often overload his gyro-circuitry leaving him disoriented briefly. But, overall, he is a very tough nut to crack.

This profile is absolutely useless, incoherent, and the worst application ever since I becam modera...

...oh slag, I misread again...

Approved, enjoy.

Gatkowski wrote:This profile is absolutely useless, incoherent, and the worst application ever since I becam modera...

...oh slag, I misread again...

Approved, enjoy.

Did somebody say, "Slag?"


Name: Slag
Allegiance: Autobots
Sub-Group: Dinobots
Function: Flamethrower
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Tank, Triceratops (Earth)
Weapons: Flamethrower, Electron gun, Energo-Sword
Height: 36ft / 11.6m
Quote: “I have no need for friends, even less for enemies.”

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 4
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 3
ENDURANCE: 9
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 8
SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 2
RANK: TBD

Profile: Slag is disruptive and foul-tempered, even compared to his comrades in the Dinobots. Anarchic, he rejects any orders that don't come from Grimlock. Slag is always angry, and only violence seems to release his pent-up energies. Bringing a Decepticon to a grisly end is one of the few things that can lift his spirits. If he has no enemies to smash, Slag wanders off to punch holes in the sides of mountains or even fellow Autobots whom he finds irritating. Concerned Autobots who inquire about Slag's well-being become victims of his fiery breath, or worse. Only his fellow Dinobots seem exempt from his perpetual rage, and even they aren't sure what causes it. Other comrades have wondered as well, questioning why Slag fights for the Autobots at all. Slag's answer is not forthcoming.

Abilities: Subject possesses incredible physical strength and is capable of shattering an entire reinforced concrete building with a wave of his hand or ramming it in tank mode. In tank mode, his primary weapon is a 3,000 degree Centigrade flamethrower turret, its effective range is 80 feet. In robot mode, he wields an energo-sword and an electron gun that fires particle bursts that can tear through most Transformer armor.

Weaknesses: Subject is not very intelligent or fast, and his abusive attitude limits the number of Autobots who are willing to help him in combat situations.

Gatkowski wrote:

indigirl wrote:I posted this a while ago, but it needed a few things changed so, here's the new and improved version



Name: Storm

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. mode: Single headed winged dragon

Weapons:
Ion Particle Chargers (x2, Robot mode only)
Internal Flamethrower (x1, Dragon mode only)
Horns (x3, Dragon mode only)
Mecha Fangs (x2, Dragon mode only)
Claws (x10)
Tail Mounted Blades (x5)
Arm-Mounted Spikes (x3 on each arm)

Special Abilities:
Robot mode flight ability

Height: 32 feet/9.76 meters

Quote: "Brute strength is the only efficient way of getting things done."

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 7
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 9
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 7
RANK: Not yet determined

(I was a little concerned about the profile bit but here it goes)

Profile:

Storm made her first appearance on earth right around the start of the Middle Ages. The first thing her protoform optics saw was the image of a strange winged reptile in the window of a church steeple. She took an immediate liking to her new form, striking fear into the local populous of strange little organics. They often offered her four-legged creatures to consume, a habit that has stuck with her (much to the dismay of her comrades) Storm was virtually worshiped, and in return for the strange, but tasty, creatures that were offered to her, she protected the settlement in which the organics resided. Over the ages, she learned more of their culture and even learned their language, eventually being able to converse with them. However, a new leader arose amongst the organics, who decreed that Storm was a monstrous beast to be feared, and ordered that she be banished into the freezing cold mountains, never to return. Filled with rage, Storm fled to the mountains, never to be seen again. She sealed herself away in a cave, slipping into a deep recharge cycle, remaining dormant in the mountain for centuries.
She was re-awakened by her long-lost comrades after nearly a thousand years locked in the ice. She re-joined her Autobot comrades and has been fighting along side them since.
Storm is an expert of mele combat, her brutal nature carried on and off the battlefield. Her wicked sense of humor never leaves her and she almost never hesitates to hurt someone who insults her, even if that someone is her friend. Storm's gained most of her battle experience from fighting in battle arenas. She's always been tough, but years of dueling and fighting in the arena has made her a brutal fighter. Her claws make short work of the opposition, no matter what the opposition is.


Abilities:
Storm possesses ten stainless steel claws which can slice through most metals with ease. In the air, she can fly at speeds of up to 225 mph. In a nosedive, Storm is capable of exceeding speeds of 365 mph. The five blades on her tail make ideal mele weapons and usually manage to keep enemies at a comfortable distance. She prefers hand-to-hand combat however, if she finds herself at a distance, she possesses an internal flamethrower at the base of her throat that can be utilized in her dragon mode to project a jet of white-hot flames towards her opposition. Her long, slender form allows her to perform complex aerial maneuvers and provides her with superb agility. Also, she has twin ion particle chargers embedded into the palms of her hands that, when charged, can produce a brilliant ion particle beam that has a range of several hundred feet.


Weaknesses:
Storm, although having a vast array of weapons, has limited options if caught in long-range combat. Her rage can easily consume her and she will push herself far beyond her limits, to the point of near death. Her wings, although strongly armored on the back, can be rendered useless if the delicate membrane underneath is even slightly damaged. In both forms, her tail is extremely sensitive. If removed she loses her center of balance, and if it is damaged, the pain can render her immobile. Also, Storm relies heavily on mele combat, leaving her quite unskilled in how to use firearms efficiently. Her abilities with technology are also quite limited, only to the extent of basic first aid.

Sample Post:
Hitting the ground with deadly force, the blue-gray Autobot warrior tumbled along the dry earth like a rag doll, finally coming to rest near a patch of dead foliage. The red and gold seeker sneered from above, detecting no motion from the metallic heap on the ground. He made his way towards the rust-colored earth, coming to rest just a few paces from the fallen warrior.

"So, this is the best the Autobots had to offer?" he said with a laugh.

The blue-gray Autobot began to rise to it's feet.

"Some silly little femme with the wits of a Sharkticon? Megatron should have no trouble seizing control of this wretched planet."

"Y-you're one to talk small fry." The female said, struggling to hold her form above the ground. She had to hand it to the Decepticon, he was quite brave to be insulting her, considering she towered over him by about 18 feet or so. She attempted to spread her wings, but the searing pain that ensued indicated that they were broken. "I-if I were you I'd watch who you mouth off to."

"Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots" He sneered.

A dissatisfied growl escaped from the dragoness's vocal circuits. Her clawed hand gripped at the wound in her side, steadily oozing fluids, pooling around her large, taloned feet. "Trust me, you don't want to make me angry..." She snarled in disgust, her words pronounced as sharply as her steel fangs.

The Decepticon scoffed "Please, you're pathetic you worthless trash heap!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the Autobot lunged, her claws slashing at everything in sight. With one successful swipe after another, she tore the seeker's wings to pieces. Suddenly, a brilliant bolt of energy sent her flying backwards. This time she was unable to stand. She watched as the seeker came closer, weapon drawn and aimed at her head.

"You know, I was considering letting you live and taking you as a prisoner." The all-too familiar hum of a laser charging filled the air as the seeker's finger squeezed on the trigger. "But now, I'm going to kill you."

In an instant, his optics grew bright in surprise and his weapon hit the ground.

"Think again." The femme sneered.

The seeker looked down. The dragoness's tail blade had impaled him straight through the chest. Through his spark.

"I ain't dieing pal." she panted as the red and gold jet's body went limp. She could hear more Autobots coming her to her location. The Decepticon slid off of her tail-mounted blades, collapsing in a pool of his own fluids.

"STORM!" She heard the medic exclaim in urgency.

A smile crept across her face, and the world around her began to fade into darkness "At least, not today."

With those words said, her optics dimmed and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Since very little contact has been made with Earth, the medival part will not really work. If you want her to have such an alt. mode as she has right now, it would be best to name it "creature", or "cybertronian beast", or something to that effect. You can study the approved profiles a bit to get an idea. And you don't especially need to explain it in the profile, but if you do, think carefully, so it would fit into the current, more heavily Cyberton-based setting.

I would also like to warn you that Tech Skill 2 is so low, that with it, it would take effort to reload a more complex weapon, use technical equipment or such. Another thing to consider.

Thanks for the insight. I'm fully aware that her tech skill is drastically low, but that's the point, she fights mostly with her claws, not a laser. Also, she's not the kind of person who you'd find working with a computer or other kinds of equipment so, that shouldn't be much of a problem either. As for the whole medieval thing, the last time I posted Storm's bio I was told that there wasn't a good enough reason for her to have a dragon alt mode so I added the medieval story in hopes to explain it. If she can still keep her alt mode, that'd be appreciated, even if I need to label it as something else.

indigirl wrote:I posted this a while ago, but it needed a few things changed so, here's the new and improved version



Name: Storm

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. mode: Single headed winged dragon

Weapons:
Ion Particle Chargers (x2, Robot mode only)
Internal Flamethrower (x1, Dragon mode only)
Horns (x3, Dragon mode only)
Mecha Fangs (x2, Dragon mode only)
Claws (x10)
Tail Mounted Blades (x5)
Arm-Mounted Spikes (x3 on each arm)

Special Abilities:
Robot mode flight ability

Height: 32 feet/9.76 meters

Quote: "Brute strength is the only efficient way of getting things done."

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 7
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 9
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 7
RANK: Not yet determined

(I was a little concerned about the profile bit but here it goes)

Profile:

Storm made her first appearance on earth right around the start of the Middle Ages. The first thing her protoform optics saw was the image of a strange winged reptile in the window of a church steeple. She took an immediate liking to her new form, striking fear into the local populous of strange little organics. They often offered her four-legged creatures to consume, a habit that has stuck with her (much to the dismay of her comrades) Storm was virtually worshiped, and in return for the strange, but tasty, creatures that were offered to her, she protected the settlement in which the organics resided. Over the ages, she learned more of their culture and even learned their language, eventually being able to converse with them. However, a new leader arose amongst the organics, who decreed that Storm was a monstrous beast to be feared, and ordered that she be banished into the freezing cold mountains, never to return. Filled with rage, Storm fled to the mountains, never to be seen again. She sealed herself away in a cave, slipping into a deep recharge cycle, remaining dormant in the mountain for centuries.
She was re-awakened by her long-lost comrades after nearly a thousand years locked in the ice. She re-joined her Autobot comrades and has been fighting along side them since.
Storm is an expert of mele combat, her brutal nature carried on and off the battlefield. Her wicked sense of humor never leaves her and she almost never hesitates to hurt someone who insults her, even if that someone is her friend. Storm's gained most of her battle experience from fighting in battle arenas. She's always been tough, but years of dueling and fighting in the arena has made her a brutal fighter. Her claws make short work of the opposition, no matter what the opposition is.


Abilities:
Storm possesses ten stainless steel claws which can slice through most metals with ease. In the air, she can fly at speeds of up to 225 mph. In a nosedive, Storm is capable of exceeding speeds of 365 mph. The five blades on her tail make ideal mele weapons and usually manage to keep enemies at a comfortable distance. She prefers hand-to-hand combat however, if she finds herself at a distance, she possesses an internal flamethrower at the base of her throat that can be utilized in her dragon mode to project a jet of white-hot flames towards her opposition. Her long, slender form allows her to perform complex aerial maneuvers and provides her with superb agility. Also, she has twin ion particle chargers embedded into the palms of her hands that, when charged, can produce a brilliant ion particle beam that has a range of several hundred feet.


Weaknesses:
Storm, although having a vast array of weapons, has limited options if caught in long-range combat. Her rage can easily consume her and she will push herself far beyond her limits, to the point of near death. Her wings, although strongly armored on the back, can be rendered useless if the delicate membrane underneath is even slightly damaged. In both forms, her tail is extremely sensitive. If removed she loses her center of balance, and if it is damaged, the pain can render her immobile. Also, Storm relies heavily on mele combat, leaving her quite unskilled in how to use firearms efficiently. Her abilities with technology are also quite limited, only to the extent of basic first aid.

Sample Post:
Hitting the ground with deadly force, the blue-gray Autobot warrior tumbled along the dry earth like a rag doll, finally coming to rest near a patch of dead foliage. The red and gold seeker sneered from above, detecting no motion from the metallic heap on the ground. He made his way towards the rust-colored earth, coming to rest just a few paces from the fallen warrior.

"So, this is the best the Autobots had to offer?" he said with a laugh.

The blue-gray Autobot began to rise to it's feet.

"Some silly little femme with the wits of a Sharkticon? Megatron should have no trouble seizing control of this wretched planet."

"Y-you're one to talk small fry." The female said, struggling to hold her form above the ground. She had to hand it to the Decepticon, he was quite brave to be insulting her, considering she towered over him by about 18 feet or so. She attempted to spread her wings, but the searing pain that ensued indicated that they were broken. "I-if I were you I'd watch who you mouth off to."

"Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots" He sneered.

A dissatisfied growl escaped from the dragoness's vocal circuits. Her clawed hand gripped at the wound in her side, steadily oozing fluids, pooling around her large, taloned feet. "Trust me, you don't want to make me angry..." She snarled in disgust, her words pronounced as sharply as her steel fangs.

The Decepticon scoffed "Please, you're pathetic you worthless trash heap!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the Autobot lunged, her claws slashing at everything in sight. With one successful swipe after another, she tore the seeker's wings to pieces. Suddenly, a brilliant bolt of energy sent her flying backwards. This time she was unable to stand. She watched as the seeker came closer, weapon drawn and aimed at her head.

"You know, I was considering letting you live and taking you as a prisoner." The all-too familiar hum of a laser charging filled the air as the seeker's finger squeezed on the trigger. "But now, I'm going to kill you."

In an instant, his optics grew bright in surprise and his weapon hit the ground.

"Think again." The femme sneered.

The seeker looked down. The dragoness's tail blade had impaled him straight through the chest. Through his spark.

"I ain't dieing pal." she panted as the red and gold jet's body went limp. She could hear more Autobots coming her to her location. The Decepticon slid off of her tail-mounted blades, collapsing in a pool of his own fluids.

"STORM!" She heard the medic exclaim in urgency.

A smile crept across her face, and the world around her began to fade into darkness "At least, not today."

With those words said, her optics dimmed and she slipped into unconsciousness.

I've got no problem with her alt mode being a "Cybertronian beast" that resembles a dragon, but the bits about her visiting Earth in the Middle Ages needs to go. We're assuming no one's visited Earth but the Dinos and Insecticons at this point, and they're on their way back to Cybertron as we speak. So make her history a little more conventional and she should be good to go.

Arcee

Allegiance: Autobot.
Function: Warrior.
Alt. mode: Light Speeder.
Weapons: Electrical Disperser Rifle, Electro Sabre.
Height: 29ft / 9.15m
Quote: “Looks are always deceiving.“

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

Profile: Arcee is a Fembot of contradictions. Whilst kind, loyal and entirely dedicated to the well being of her friends she is also utterly merciless and entirely ruthless towards her enemies, the Decepticons. The shift in personality is seamless and, during the course of battle, can and will switch between one and the other without warning.

As an Autobot, you could not ask for a better and more trustworthy friend, as a Decepticon, at least you can be thankful for a swift death. She is not inherently malicious, nor violent, in nature, and would in fact be thankful if war ended tomorrow, but so long as the Decepticons remain hell bent of distributing their brand of genocide, Arcee is all to willing to return the favour.

During times of peace Arcee is often a morale officer within the Autobot ranks, helping those around her cope with the trials of a war torn world. Whilst understanding and often willing to listen Arcee is also extremely opinionated and is not afraid to state what she believes in, always offering reasons to back it up.

In the past Arcee, due to her more delicate frame in comparison to her male based counterparts, has often been underestimated and her value to the war effort easily dismissed. It is these perceptions she has, in recent years, cast off through example, and now, she never intends for her efforts to be so easily dismissed again.

Not by her colleagues and most certainly not by the Decepticons.

Abilities: Arcee is a solid all round warrior, preferring to be versatile instead of specialising in any one area. While she can not lay claim to fame in any one form of fighting style she is instead rarely at a loss in any combat situation.

Arcees armour is relatively light, even in comparison to the average Autobot. In trade she is exceptionally agile, enabling her avoid enemy firepower rather than absorb it. She considers this a satisfactory state of affairs, afterall, it is far better than to get shot in the first place.

As a Light Speeder Arcee can reach speeds of up too 290 MPH.

In terms of weaponry Arcee is armed with a Rifle that discharges and focused electrical bolt of energy with pin point accuracy. Also in her inventory she carries a finely crafted sabre. Whilst obviously acting as a bladed weapon the Sabre also carries an electrical charge of its own, allowing an additional extra punch against opponents with thicker armour.

Weaknesses: Arcee‘s frame is relatively fragile and, if caught in a crossfire can not, and will not, sustain much damage.

*Yeah, I've totaly cheated by copying my old profile for her*

Stone wrote:Arcee

Allegiance: Autobot.
Function: Warrior.
Alt. mode: Light Speeder.
Weapons: Electrical Disperser Rifle, Electro Sabre.
Height: 29ft / 9.15m
Quote: “Looks are always deceiving.“

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

Profile: Arcee is a Fembot of contradictions. Whilst kind, loyal and entirely dedicated to the well being of her friends she is also utterly merciless and entirely ruthless towards her enemies, the Decepticons. The shift in personality is seamless and, during the course of battle, can and will switch between one and the other without warning.

As an Autobot, you could not ask for a better and more trustworthy friend, as a Decepticon, at least you can be thankful for a swift death. She is not inherently malicious, nor violent, in nature, and would in fact be thankful if war ended tomorrow, but so long as the Decepticons remain hell bent of distributing their brand of genocide, Arcee is all to willing to return the favour.

During times of peace Arcee is often a morale officer within the Autobot ranks, helping those around her cope with the trials of a war torn world. Whilst understanding and often willing to listen Arcee is also extremely opinionated and is not afraid to state what she believes in, always offering reasons to back it up.

In the past Arcee, due to her more delicate frame in comparison to her male based counterparts, has often been underestimated and her value to the war effort easily dismissed. It is these perceptions she has, in recent years, cast off through example, and now, she never intends for her efforts to be so easily dismissed again.

Not by her colleagues and most certainly not by the Decepticons.

Abilities: Arcee is a solid all round warrior, preferring to be versatile instead of specialising in any one area. While she can not lay claim to fame in any one form of fighting style she is instead rarely at a loss in any combat situation.

Arcees armour is relatively light, even in comparison to the average Autobot. In trade she is exceptionally agile, enabling her avoid enemy firepower rather than absorb it. She considers this a satisfactory state of affairs, afterall, it is far better than to get shot in the first place.

As a Light Speeder Arcee can reach speeds of up too 290 MPH.

In terms of weaponry Arcee is armed with a Rifle that discharges and focused electrical bolt of energy with pin point accuracy. Also in her inventory she carries a finely crafted sabre. Whilst obviously acting as a bladed weapon the Sabre also carries an electrical charge of its own, allowing an additional extra punch against opponents with thicker armour.

Weaknesses: Arcee‘s frame is relatively fragile and, if caught in a crossfire can not, and will not, sustain much damage.

*Yeah, I've totaly cheated by copying my old profile for her*

Approved. Man, how'd she get so tall, though?

JetfireX wrote:

Gatkowski wrote:This profile is absolutely useless, incoherent, and the worst application ever since I becam modera...

...oh slag, I misread again...

Approved, enjoy.

Did somebody say, "Slag?"


Name: Slag
Allegiance: Autobots
Sub-Group: Dinobots
Function: Flamethrower
Alt. mode: Cybertronian Tank, Triceratops (Earth)
Weapons: Flamethrower, Electron gun, Energo-Sword
Height: 36ft / 11.6m
Quote: “I have no need for friends, even less for enemies.”

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 4
DEXTERITY: 4
SPEED: 3
ENDURANCE: 9
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 7
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 8
SKILL: 4
CHARISMA: 2
RANK: TBD

Profile: Slag is disruptive and foul-tempered, even compared to his comrades in the Dinobots. Anarchic, he rejects any orders that don't come from Grimlock. Slag is always angry, and only violence seems to release his pent-up energies. Bringing a Decepticon to a grisly end is one of the few things that can lift his spirits. If he has no enemies to smash, Slag wanders off to punch holes in the sides of mountains or even fellow Autobots whom he finds irritating. Concerned Autobots who inquire about Slag's well-being become victims of his fiery breath, or worse. Only his fellow Dinobots seem exempt from his perpetual rage, and even they aren't sure what causes it. Other comrades have wondered as well, questioning why Slag fights for the Autobots at all. Slag's answer is not forthcoming.

Abilities: Subject possesses incredible physical strength and is capable of shattering an entire reinforced concrete building with a wave of his hand or ramming it in tank mode. In tank mode, his primary weapon is a 3,000 degree Centigrade flamethrower turret, its effective range is 80 feet. In robot mode, he wields an energo-sword and an electron gun that fires particle bursts that can tear through most Transformer armor.

Weaknesses: Subject is not very intelligent or fast, and his abusive attitude limits the number of Autobots who are willing to help him in combat situations.

Approved, Rank 5. In the future, just use whatever Rank is on the profile...I won't demote ya for no reason.

The J Writer wrote:

indigirl wrote:I posted this a while ago, but it needed a few things changed so, here's the new and improved version



Name: Storm

Allegiance: Autobot

Function: Warrior

Alt. mode: Single headed winged dragon

Weapons:
Ion Particle Chargers (x2, Robot mode only)
Internal Flamethrower (x1, Dragon mode only)
Horns (x3, Dragon mode only)
Mecha Fangs (x2, Dragon mode only)
Claws (x10)
Tail Mounted Blades (x5)
Arm-Mounted Spikes (x3 on each arm)

Special Abilities:
Robot mode flight ability

Height: 32 feet/9.76 meters

Quote: "Brute strength is the only efficient way of getting things done."

STRENGTH: 9
INTELLIGENCE: 7
DEXTERITY: 7
SPEED: 5
ENDURANCE: 7
COURAGE: 8
FIREPOWER: 4
ACCURACY: 6
MELEE: 9
TECH SKILL: 2
CHARISMA: 7
RANK: Not yet determined

(I was a little concerned about the profile bit but here it goes)

Profile:

Storm made her first appearance on earth right around the start of the Middle Ages. The first thing her protoform optics saw was the image of a strange winged reptile in the window of a church steeple. She took an immediate liking to her new form, striking fear into the local populous of strange little organics. They often offered her four-legged creatures to consume, a habit that has stuck with her (much to the dismay of her comrades) Storm was virtually worshiped, and in return for the strange, but tasty, creatures that were offered to her, she protected the settlement in which the organics resided. Over the ages, she learned more of their culture and even learned their language, eventually being able to converse with them. However, a new leader arose amongst the organics, who decreed that Storm was a monstrous beast to be feared, and ordered that she be banished into the freezing cold mountains, never to return. Filled with rage, Storm fled to the mountains, never to be seen again. She sealed herself away in a cave, slipping into a deep recharge cycle, remaining dormant in the mountain for centuries.
She was re-awakened by her long-lost comrades after nearly a thousand years locked in the ice. She re-joined her Autobot comrades and has been fighting along side them since.
Storm is an expert of mele combat, her brutal nature carried on and off the battlefield. Her wicked sense of humor never leaves her and she almost never hesitates to hurt someone who insults her, even if that someone is her friend. Storm's gained most of her battle experience from fighting in battle arenas. She's always been tough, but years of dueling and fighting in the arena has made her a brutal fighter. Her claws make short work of the opposition, no matter what the opposition is.


Abilities:
Storm possesses ten stainless steel claws which can slice through most metals with ease. In the air, she can fly at speeds of up to 225 mph. In a nosedive, Storm is capable of exceeding speeds of 365 mph. The five blades on her tail make ideal mele weapons and usually manage to keep enemies at a comfortable distance. She prefers hand-to-hand combat however, if she finds herself at a distance, she possesses an internal flamethrower at the base of her throat that can be utilized in her dragon mode to project a jet of white-hot flames towards her opposition. Her long, slender form allows her to perform complex aerial maneuvers and provides her with superb agility. Also, she has twin ion particle chargers embedded into the palms of her hands that, when charged, can produce a brilliant ion particle beam that has a range of several hundred feet.


Weaknesses:
Storm, although having a vast array of weapons, has limited options if caught in long-range combat. Her rage can easily consume her and she will push herself far beyond her limits, to the point of near death. Her wings, although strongly armored on the back, can be rendered useless if the delicate membrane underneath is even slightly damaged. In both forms, her tail is extremely sensitive. If removed she loses her center of balance, and if it is damaged, the pain can render her immobile. Also, Storm relies heavily on mele combat, leaving her quite unskilled in how to use firearms efficiently. Her abilities with technology are also quite limited, only to the extent of basic first aid.

Sample Post:
Hitting the ground with deadly force, the blue-gray Autobot warrior tumbled along the dry earth like a rag doll, finally coming to rest near a patch of dead foliage. The red and gold seeker sneered from above, detecting no motion from the metallic heap on the ground. He made his way towards the rust-colored earth, coming to rest just a few paces from the fallen warrior.

"So, this is the best the Autobots had to offer?" he said with a laugh.

The blue-gray Autobot began to rise to it's feet.

"Some silly little femme with the wits of a Sharkticon? Megatron should have no trouble seizing control of this wretched planet."

"Y-you're one to talk small fry." The female said, struggling to hold her form above the ground. She had to hand it to the Decepticon, he was quite brave to be insulting her, considering she towered over him by about 18 feet or so. She attempted to spread her wings, but the searing pain that ensued indicated that they were broken. "I-if I were you I'd watch who you mouth off to."

"Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots" He sneered.

A dissatisfied growl escaped from the dragoness's vocal circuits. Her clawed hand gripped at the wound in her side, steadily oozing fluids, pooling around her large, taloned feet. "Trust me, you don't want to make me angry..." She snarled in disgust, her words pronounced as sharply as her steel fangs.

The Decepticon scoffed "Please, you're pathetic you worthless trash heap!"

Without a moment's hesitation, the Autobot lunged, her claws slashing at everything in sight. With one successful swipe after another, she tore the seeker's wings to pieces. Suddenly, a brilliant bolt of energy sent her flying backwards. This time she was unable to stand. She watched as the seeker came closer, weapon drawn and aimed at her head.

"You know, I was considering letting you live and taking you as a prisoner." The all-too familiar hum of a laser charging filled the air as the seeker's finger squeezed on the trigger. "But now, I'm going to kill you."

In an instant, his optics grew bright in surprise and his weapon hit the ground.

"Think again." The femme sneered.

The seeker looked down. The dragoness's tail blade had impaled him straight through the chest. Through his spark.

"I ain't dieing pal." she panted as the red and gold jet's body went limp. She could hear more Autobots coming her to her location. The Decepticon slid off of her tail-mounted blades, collapsing in a pool of his own fluids.

"STORM!" She heard the medic exclaim in urgency.

A smile crept across her face, and the world around her began to fade into darkness "At least, not today."

With those words said, her optics dimmed and she slipped into unconsciousness.

I've got no problem with her alt mode being a "Cybertronian beast" that resembles a dragon, but the bits about her visiting Earth in the Middle Ages needs to go. We're assuming no one's visited Earth but the Dinos and Insecticons at this point, and they're on their way back to Cybertron as we speak. So make her history a little more conventional and she should be good to go.

No problem^^ Like I said, the medieval thing was just something I made up in ten minutes, it's not vital to her history^^

NO SIGS IN RPG FORUMS -Devastron

Picking up Dunehopper, as well.

Since noone has been rushing to snatch them, I'm gonna lay my hands on Hellion, Nightraven and Jadewind, to give Starscream some company.

I posted this a while ago and now I fixed it.

Maximal 2
name:Blastforge

allegiance:Autobots

function:warrior

alt.mode:stealth chopper

weapons:seismic pick, ion pistols, wrist daggers

special abilities:cloaking device

height:25'

quote:"The best combination is brains and brawn"!

STRENGTH:8
INTELLIGENCE:7
DEXTERITY:5
SPEED:6
ENDURANCE:5
COURAGE:10
FIREPOWER:5
ACCURACY: 8
MELEE: 8
TECH SKILL:8
CHARISMA:5
RANK:

profile:a calculating hulk, who loves to find a worthy opponent. He will never harm any defenseless being not even a decepticon. When he was young he dreamed of fighting with the autobots. He is a courageous warrior, one of the first in battle. He is truly a techno-wiz. Wherever he goes you can find a computer.

He takes his job seriously, especially on rescue missions.
He always gets the person they came for. He loves to help.
He is one of the first persons to be suggested on spy because
he uses his cloaking device to come in closer on the enemy
,then uses pick to knock him out.

abilities:His ion pistols can fire over 2 miles, and his seismic pick can enhance his strength.

weaknesses: His shoulders were damaged in a battle when someone smashed them with hammers. Since he is so tall, his legs aren't his strongest point. Usually he is is so ready
to fight he walks right into traps.

sample post: Chkow! Chkow! "There went the last one."He said as he sat down. Training had been challenging so far, and Blastforge loved it! "Okay Ironhide, what's next?" he asked.
"You will be fighting one decepticon this time."He replied.
"Bring it on!" He said. They brought out a decepticon who was small and weaponless. Blastforge raised his pick but lowered it down again. "I can't harm any defenseless being, sorry, I guess I failed Ironhide." "Actually, you've passsed, kid."He said, placing an autobot icon on his shoulder."Welcome to the force, Blastforge.

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biokid9 wrote:name:Blastforge

allegiance:Autobots

function:warrior

alt.mode:stealth chopper

weapons:seismic pick, ion pistols, wrist daggers

special abilities:cloaking device

height:25'

quote:"The best combination is brains and brawn"!

STRENGTH:8
INTELLIGENCE:7
DEXTERITY:5
SPEED:6
ENDURANCE:5
COURAGE:10
FIREPOWER:5
ACCURACY: 8
MELEE: 8
TECH SKILL:8
CHARISMA:5
RANK:

profile:a calculating hulk, who loves to find a worthy opponent. He will never harm any defenseless being not even a decepticon. When he was young he dreamed of fighting with the autobots. He is a courageous warrior, one of the first in battle. He is truly a techno-wiz. Wherever he goes you can find a computer.

He takes his job seriously, especially on rescue missions.
He always gets the person they came for. He loves to help.
He is one of the first persons to be suggested on spy because
he uses his cloaking device to come in closer on the enemy
,then uses pick to knock him out.

abilities:His ion pistols can fire over 2 miles, and his seismic pick can enhance his strength.

weaknesses: His shoulders were damaged in a battle when someone smashed them with hammers. Since he is so tall, his legs aren't his strongest point. Usually he is is so ready
to fight he walks right into traps.

sample post: Chkow! Chkow! "There went the last one."He said as he sat down. Training had been challenging so far, and Blastforge loved it! "Okay Ironhide, what's next?" he asked.
"You will be fighting one decepticon this time."He replied.
"Bring it on!" He said. They brought out a decepticon who was small and weaponless. Blastforge raised his pick but lowered it down again. "I can't harm any defenseless being, sorry, I guess I failed Ironhide." "Actually, you've passsed, kid."He said, placing an autobot icon on his shoulder."Welcome to the force, Blastforge.

Hrm. Well, you didn't really pay any points for the cloaking device or describe how it works, so that's a problem. The profile and sample are still very short and don't tell me a whole lot, and his weaknesses don't make a ton of sense (he's not really that tall - 25' is average height for a TF). This still needs work.

Name: Dragonfly
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: Intruders
Function: Aerial Squadron Leader
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Tetra jet/ (Earth) Modified F-15 Eagle
Weapons: Multi-barreled rocket launchers, air-to-air missiles
Special Abilities: Flight ability in robot mode
Height: 31 ft (9,54 meters)
Quote: "Every mission is another chance to hit the jackpot!"


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


Appearance: Dragonfly has a well built, but agile frame, his face is protected by the transparent shield, like his team of Intruders, and his main color is olive green, with some gold-brown on his chest and feet.

Profile: When Megatron decided to create a special operations team that could rival the Autobot's Wreckers, he gathered the nastiest and most dangerous Seekers to comprise the Intruders. By the evaluation of skills, it was obvious that only a warrior of Dragonfly's qualities could lead this team. Not the fastest or deadliest of the Intruders, Dragonfly is the most pragmatic and canny of the Decepticon fliers. Though a rulebreaker himself, Dragonfly is the most temperate of the Intruders, as well as a greedy 'Con who takes no gruff. He was promised extra energon and credits for every mission completed and for that, Dragonfly would sacrifice his own teammates. If he wasn't promised a bonus for every successful return, that is.

Abilities: In jet mode, Dragonfly can reach the top speed of Mach 3.5. It was his idea that the Intruders be armed with multi-barreled rocket launchers that can unleash 100 rockets per minute. He is particularly adept with this weapon as well as his cluster bombs.

Weaknesses: Dragonfly's greed is a dangerous trait that can turn his fellows and subordinates against him if he is not careful with it. Overextensive use of his rocket launchers can cause the weapon to jam.

JetfireX wrote:Name: Dragonfly
Allegiance: Decepticon
Sub-group: Intruders
Function: Aerial Squadron Leader
Alt. mode: (Cybertron) Tetra jet/ (Earth) Modified F-15 Eagle
Weapons: Multi-barreled rocket launchers, air-to-air missiles
Special Abilities: Flight ability in robot mode
Height: 31 ft (9,54 meters)
Quote: "Every mission is another chance to hit the jackpot!"


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


Appearance: Dragonfly has a well built, but agile frame, his face is protected by the transparent shield, like his team of Intruders, and his main color is olive green, with some gold-brown on his chest and feet.

Profile: When Megatron decided to create a special operations team that could rival the Autobot's Wreckers, he gathered the nastiest and most dangerous Seekers to comprise the Intruders. By the evaluation of skills, it was obvious that only a warrior of Dragonfly's qualities could lead this team. Not the fastest or deadliest of the Intruders, Dragonfly is the most pragmatic and canny of the Decepticon fliers. Though a rulebreaker himself, Dragonfly is the most temperate of the Intruders, as well as a greedy 'Con who takes no gruff. He was promised extra energon and credits for every mission completed and for that, Dragonfly would sacrifice his own teammates. If he wasn't promised a bonus for every successful return, that is.

Abilities: In jet mode, Dragonfly can reach the top speed of Mach 3.5. It was his idea that the Intruders be armed with multi-barreled rocket launchers that can unleash 100 rockets per minute. He is particularly adept with this weapon as well as his cluster bombs.

Weaknesses: Dragonfly's greed is a dangerous trait that can turn his fellows and subordinates against him if he is not careful with it. Overextensive use of his rocket launchers can cause the weapon to jam.

*wham goes the Hammer of Verdict* Approved. Start the greedy, slippery handed Seeker dude in Kaon.

Gatkowski wrote:*wham goes the Hammer of Verdict* Approved. Start the greedy, slippery handed Seeker dude in Kaon.

lol Sounds great, always wanted to try and extort Megatron.

I'm scooping up the Sweep second in command, Macabre.

Name: Getaway.
Allegiance: Autobot.
Function: Warrior.
Alt. mode: Speeder.
Weapons: Double-Barreled Plasma Shell Shotgun
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: "Run hot, but always keep your cool."

Strength: 4.
Intelligence: 8.
Dexterity: 6.
Speed: 6.
Endurance: 10.
Courage: 10.
Firepower: 6.
Accuracy: 8.
Melee: 6.
Tech Skill: 4.
Charisma: 7.
Rank: 7.

PROFILE
Getaway is an escape artist without equal. He uses a combination of finesse and logic to get himself out of the stickiest situations. His ability to keep his cool even under the most extreme conditions is legendary. This reputation was born on the battlefield, one such circumstance becoming known as the Armornecking Incident: Getaway was leading a routine patrol on the Titanium Turnpike on Cybertron when he and his fellow Autobots momentarily paused to witness a spectacular traffic accident on the other side of the highway. While the Autobots were armornecking (the Cybertronic term for slowing down to see an accident), a troop of Decepticons that had secretly staged the accident swooped down upon them and attacked. The ambush left the Autobots in tatters, leaking fuel and leaving body parts all over the road. Getaway had all four tires blown out, lost vision in his right headlights and most of his left, and lost the use of his plasma-shell shotgun. Despite his condition and the Decepticon barrage, he cooly and cleverly led a tactical retreat to the nearby Polyhex Toll Plaza. The Autobots paid their energon tolls and went through. But, as Getaway suspected, the Decepticons weren't carrying the proper change and tried to pass without paying. This activated the toll gate security system, which snared the Decepticons before they could leave, giving the Autobots the advantage they needed to defeat the Decepticons and Getaway his well-deserved reputation.

ABILITIES
Getaway is a master military strategist. In vehicle mode his 600 horsepower racing engine allows him to reach speeds of 540 miles per hour. He is equipped with bullet-proof windows and shell-resistant battle armor. His range is 1200 miles. An on-board computerized navigational system allows him to plot a long-range course in advance, so that he can give his attention to other matters as he travels. He is armed with a double-barrelled plasma-shell shotgun.

WEAKNESSES
Getaway is one of the toughest Autobots on the road today. He has no known weaknesses.

Stone wrote:Name: Getaway.
Allegiance: Autobot.
Function: Warrior.
Alt. mode: Speeder.
Weapons: Double-Barreled Plasma Shell Shotgun
Height: 28ft / 8.5m
Quote: "Run hot, but always keep your cool."

Strength: 4.
Intelligence: 8.
Dexterity: 6.
Speed: 6.
Endurance: 10.
Courage: 10.
Firepower: 6.
Accuracy: 8.
Melee: 6.
Tech Skill: 4.
Charisma: 7.
Rank: 7.

PROFILE
Getaway is an escape artist without equal. He uses a combination of finesse and logic to get himself out of the stickiest situations. His ability to keep his cool even under the most extreme conditions is legendary. This reputation was born on the battlefield, one such circumstance becoming known as the Armornecking Incident: Getaway was leading a routine patrol on the Titanium Turnpike on Cybertron when he and his fellow Autobots momentarily paused to witness a spectacular traffic accident on the other side of the highway. While the Autobots were armornecking (the Cybertronic term for slowing down to see an accident), a troop of Decepticons that had secretly staged the accident swooped down upon them and attacked. The ambush left the Autobots in tatters, leaking fuel and leaving body parts all over the road. Getaway had all four tires blown out, lost vision in his right headlights and most of his left, and lost the use of his plasma-shell shotgun. Despite his condition and the Decepticon barrage, he cooly and cleverly led a tactical retreat to the nearby Polyhex Toll Plaza. The Autobots paid their energon tolls and went through. But, as Getaway suspected, the Decepticons weren't carrying the proper change and tried to pass without paying. This activated the toll gate security system, which snared the Decepticons before they could leave, giving the Autobots the advantage they needed to defeat the Decepticons and Getaway his well-deserved reputation.

ABILITIES
Getaway is a master military strategist. In vehicle mode his 600 horsepower racing engine allows him to reach speeds of 540 miles per hour. He is equipped with bullet-proof windows and shell-resistant battle armor. His range is 1200 miles. An on-board computerized navigational system allows him to plot a long-range course in advance, so that he can give his attention to other matters as he travels. He is armed with a double-barrelled plasma-shell shotgun.

WEAKNESSES
Getaway is one of the toughest Autobots on the road today. He has no known weaknesses.

Approved, send him on over to Nova Cronum.

Alright, trying to figure out what stats balance out to what is just way too hard, so I'm going with a canon that is allegedly open. (I don't know when you last updated the roster of taken ones)

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Skydive

Allegiance: Autobot
Sub-Group: Aerialbots
Function: Air Warfare Strategist
Alternate Mode: Cybertronian Silver Interceptor Jet
Weapons: Nega Gun
Height: 30’ft / 9,14m
Motto: "Only by studying the past can we win the present."

(I have no idea how to add the stat-board thing. I can put in a red bar, but not the whole thing. So until I figure that out, it'll be posted as a list)

Strength: 5
Intelligence: 10
Dexterity: 6
Speed: 9
Endurance: 4
Courage: 7
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 5
Rank: 6

Profile: Skydive is more interested in reading about jet fighters than being one, He's more likely to have his face stuck in a hologram projection of famous Cybertronian air battles than to be in the air himself. It's not that he's a coward- he's just fascinated by the science of aerial warfare. But even though he's a somewhat reluctant member of the Aerialbot team, he is invaluable- his knowledge of aerial military tactics is without equal. His biggest fault, if you could call it that, is he doesn't realize how smart he really is. At least everyone else around him does.

Abilities: The information-storage capacity of Skydive's cerebro-circuitry is greater than most Transformers'. This enables him to record instantaneously any flying motions he sees, and, within the limits of his design, duplicate them himself. Thus, he's able to simulate the techniques of almost anyone he's studied as well as the gliding patterns of flying creatures he's watched. He is possibly the most skilled flyer of all the flying Transformers. His maximum speed is Mach 2.6 and range is 1400 miles. In jet mode, he can shoot laser-guided missiles with a range of 80 miles. In robot mode, he uses a nega-gun, which shoots a beam that cancels the bonding force between molecules. Only objects held together by the strongest molecular bonds can resist crumbling to dust when hit by the beam.

Weaknesses: Sometimes, in duplicating the flight of another, Skydive pushes his design beyond its limits. This often results in mid-air stalls. He can usually recover before crashing, but while stalled, he is completely vulnerable to attack.

Sample:
The air rippled like water as two F-14 Tomcats soared right past him. He felt them strike against his body, as if the distortions of air and sound waves were tangible. They were to him, anyway. He watched as three new jets soared into the area from the opposite direction, and traveling at much greater speed before. His optical sensors locked on one of the jets and he immediately studied its entire body. When he had a full set of schematics, he began looking into what the peoples of this planet called "internet". It was there that he learned what these jets were - F-22 Raptors. Surely the information he had gathered here would prove useful for the future of Aerialbots. He circled around the air base once more and then went shotting straight up into space, straight home.

Skydive descended near Iacon and landed as the bridge extended. A small section would slide away as he got nearer to the doors, but never enough to make him fall. Once he was inside the Autobot city, he proceeded to the command center and uploaded the data he had gathered into the main database. Next, he called up a hologram of some of the maneuvers he recorded the Tomcats doing, taking careful notice of every last movement to ensure that he would perform them properly. Once that was done, he called up a hologram of what the "internet" had called an Apache helicopter. It was armed to the teeth, rather large, and seemed like it could carry multiple people. If the Autobots found a way of transforming into something like an Apache - the chief difference being that it would need to carry giant robots instead of fleshy humans - then they could turn the tide of the war in
their favor.

"Earth certainly is an excellent research zone." He mumbled to himself.