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Snarler


Name: Snarler
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Assault Warrior
(Sub-Group: Pretenders)
Alt. mode: Warg (aka Dire Warthog)
Weapons: Razor-tipped drill snout; 30mm Changun mounted in tail; programmable explosive shell rotary cannon; large spiked single-handed broadsword.
Special Abilities: Sonar distorting tusks; Armoured hide; Heightened sense of ‘smell’.
Height: 27' (appears to be 20-25’ due to being hunched over)
Quote: "Killing isn't a crime, getting caught is."

Strength: 8
Intelligence: 5
Dexterity: 5
Speed: 3
Endurance: 10
Courage: 8
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 6
Melee: 8
Tech Skill: 4
Charisma: 4
Rank: 3



Appearance: Thuggish and stooped like an Orc, Snarler is ugly. His pig-like nose, wide mouth, pronounced lower jaw and short tusks even in robot mode, gives him a bestial appearance and his predominantly brown colouring is always caked in dirt, oil and the spilt energon of his enemies.
In altmode, his Warg form sports huge tusks and appears to salivate continuously although this is actually the lubrication fluids from his retractable nosecone blades, and the reinforced armour on his nose, head and shoulders are blackened with age and use and covered with vicious uneven spikes. ThIs form is also constantly covered in filth.
He makes for an intimidating, if disgusting, figure and to his enemies truly looks and acts like a monster.

Profile: Snarler, (or ‘Snarla’ as he pronounces it) is not a nice person to be around, ever. His personality, posture and language could only be described as brutish, as he is tribal, animalistic and mercenary. His grasp on the modern tongue is simplistic at best, and he has no understanding of tact or diplomacy. Possessing a low cunning and crude idea of culture, he is generally used as a soldier (or battle fodder) by those of greater power and intelligence. His broad shoulders and habitual stoop make him appear to be smaller than he actually is, but his attitude is so bad that it fills the room. His tribal instinct means that with a group his courage is fierce, but left alone he is cowardly and a bully, always picking on whoever is weaker than he is, and always out for number one above all else.
In battle, he prefers the use of melee attacks to charge into the enemy, favouring his armoured nosecone drill and goring with his tusks, and unlike his ‘pretender’ counterparts his attacks are a literal onslaught of unyielding violence designed to break lines and wreak havoc, in stark contrast to the fluid and measured attacks of the Metallikato master he is associated with. Despite his preference for physical violence, he will also gleefully employ his chaingun from as close a range as possible to ensure maximum chaos, and the more confusion he can create on the battlefield, the more he feels at home.

Abilities/Weapons: Snarla has toughened armour with spikes sharp enough to rip through the armour of most standard soldiers covering his shoulders head and chest in robot, and shoulders, face, chest/belly and snout in Warg mode. He has two prominent heavily armoured tusks jutting from his lower lips equipped with specialist sonar distorters that disrupt the flow of cerebral impulses and rupture enemy circuitry. His reinforced snout-mounted drillcone has retractable razor-sharp blades and the hardened nose module at the end has a heightened sense of ‘smell’, allowing him to ‘sniff-out’ and detect other mechanoid lifesigns and tracks, and with regular exposure identify specific individuals. His less-used tail-chaingun can fire in a full 360 degree spherical arc, and can rip apart an Autobot in seconds with directed fire, but has limited ammo and when used in burst mode functions more as a distraction than an actual weapon. His primary weapon in robot mode when not getting stuck in with his sword is his programmable explosive shell rotary cannon, which allows him to extend the explosive shell fuse, allowing him to set long-range traps, or to lay a barrage of simultaneous explosions over a broad area.

Weaknesses: Snarla’s selfishness and cowardice are his primary weaknesses, if he was to be separated from his commander or his ‘tribe’ his instincts would cause him to run if he faced any foe he deemed as bigger than him. His lack of personal hygiene often causes his joints to seize and corrode, and that he is shunned by most other Decepticons. His tusk distortion emitters especially can be prone to breakdowns if not regularly maintained, which they aren’t. His nasal sensor array is only usable in his animal mode, and can also fall foul to his disgusting habits.