Description:
Winged wolf. Pure black fur. Pure black wings. True-blue front right paw. Oval of same shade on back of neck in robot mode.
Background:
A long time ago, all Hardstrike wanted to do was play music. It was the one great passion of his young life. He learned the flute first, then the tin whistle, and from then on, there was no stopping him from playing any wind instrument that he could get his small paws on. Then the raiders came. Raids were a fact of life in his village; in fact, his village (Ahnkura) and that of the raiders (Deevakan) used ‘raids’ as a means of trade between their two villages. But this raid was different. Before, the raids had been contained to basic, one-room-only robbery, and the agreement between the villages was that as long as no one was seriously hurt and the raids did not come on the week of a wedding or funeral, the raids could continue indefinitely. Now, however, Hardstrike knew that something had changed. Never had they burned before. And his was not the only home they burned–many of his friends lost their homes as well.
The burners claimed that one from Ahnkura had broken the contract, raiding on a wedding day, killing multiple people and wounding several others. The one that the Deevakan blamed claimed his innocence, and Ahnkurans believed him; but Deevakans did not, believing their own bot instead. Bots from other villages quickly chose sides, drawing the war out from a mere village squabble to an all-out war within days. Still, bots on both sides believed that the war could not last more than a few weeks. Then the Deevakans organized and placed the angriest of them in charge, with a council underneath. Ahnkura and her allies quickly organized a council, which elected as first leader the one who had been blamed.
Hardstrike was ten at the time. The local school was quickly transformed into a military academy, and Hardstrike quickly rose to the top of his class in offensive swordplay, though his defensive swordplay was horrendous. He would later explain that although he was constantly practicing offensive moves, he never bothered practicing defensive techniques–-after all, who wanted to act like they were losing? But what he did practice, he practiced with the same intensity as he would have used with his music.
Years passed. He succeeded in many battles. Then came the first time he was called to retreat. His team had called it, for there was no way for them to win. Suddenly he realized what a foolish thing it was for him to never practice defense, except in class–-he didn’t know how to retreat when he really needed to. Needless to say, he was captured. They put him on knock-out drugs during transport, to a far-off labor camp where he had no chance of escaping.
Centuries passed. He had somehow managed to keep his flute with him during the battle, and as it had gone unnoticed by the camp guards, it became his lone comfort through the years. He did, however, keep a close watch on the guards for any chance of escape, for he had never yet lost his fighting spirit. At the camp he made a few friends, though very few lasted long there. The two that survived the longest were Seliana, who made it ten years, and Belladonna, who lived for seven. Then one night Belladonna took him by the arm and whispered in his ear, “Shh. Come with me.” Puzzled, he followed her, and soon saw Seliana and another captive he seen around the camp, slipping out through a new cut in the electric fencing. He grinned, knowing now what she was after, and helped her through the cut with him. They quickly caught up to the pair, and the other captive introduced himself as Jarience. Soon Jarience was able to introduce them to his old team, who hadn’t forgotten him, and Hardstrike joined it gladly, in the hopes of one day finding a way back to his home planet. In the meantime, however, he would fight those who had joined up with the Ahkurans, though they were now under a different name–the Autobots.
Bio:
Hardstrike plays the flute and tin whistle and a vast array of other such wind instruments, and is more than willing to bean you with one of them if you try to stop him in the middle of a song with anything less important than a full-fledged battle going on without him. He’d rather play his instrument than fight, but when the situation calls for it, he’s a wizard at offensive swordplay. He has sworn vengeance on the Deevakan, or Decepticon as he would be called now, who started the war with a lie.
Hard Strike's recent battles
MISSION HISTORY
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ARENA HISTORY
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[ Incoming message. Source unknown. ]
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> COMM LINK: ONLINE
> SIGNAL SOURCE: MOON BASE ONE (DARK SIDE)
> ENCRYPTION: AUTOBOT CYBER-LEVEL 4
> TRANSMISSION TYPE: AUDIO-VISUAL
> STATUS: STABLE ☑
> PLAYBACK BEGINNING...
> DECRYPTION KEY: 5 ROBOT POINTS
> MESSAGE: "IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT..."
> RESPONSE: "...AND I FEEL FINE."
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