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Ravisher
"Take your hands off my friends or I’ll remove them from your arms and weld them to your spark faster than you can say ‘huh.’"
Level 0 Decepticon
Ravisher's Bio
Description:
Wolf-vulture fuzor. Tan-gold fur. Deep brown underside of tail. Face-fur scarlet red. Black-band tattoo, the Mark of one raised Decepticon, near shoulder of left arm. Pure black left eye, pure white right eye.
Background:
Ravisher was a loud and obnoxious bully as a Decepticon's kid, though you wouldn't have guessed that if you met him today. His favorite way of embarrassing his classmates was to hogtie them behind their back. No matter if it broke their backs--that was the sort of rare thing that you went to the medic for (which, for anything smaller, would only be done if one had a death wish). He, like every other student at the Decepticon Training School, believed the Decepticon ideology that the Autobots did worse to their own then they ever saw back at their home bases being done to the worst prisoners.
Then when Ravisher was 17, he fought one-on-one with this older Autobot named Jarience. It was his first battle, and it was going badly for the Decepticons. Reinforcements had just arrived for the Autobots. Ravisher didn't hear his team leader sound the retreat; whether it was because he was excited for his first battle and didn't pay enough attention to his communicator, or just plain ignored it, even he's not sure. Either way, soon, he and his opponent were the only ones left on the field who were still fighting. The Autobots knew it; his opponent knew it; the only one who didn't know it was Ravisher. They could've stopped the fight then and there, but they didn't. Instead, they decided to wait until he was too tired to continue. That took about five or six hours; the Autobots lost track--and even then, his opponent tired first. Only when Ravisher went to deal the finishing blow did the other Autobots step in and stop him, taking him by the arms. He was very surprised by this; then he looked around, and found that there were only Red Halo's watching him, and not a Purple Wolf in sight. He was too stunned from this to fight as they tied him, knocked him out, and took him back to their base.
When he woke the next day and realized where he was, he was very much on edge, thinking of all the stories he'd heard growing up. He was quite suspicious of Jarience when the older bot first came in with a tray of food for him, and wouldn't take it. Jarience just smiled knowingly and taste-tested it for him; Ravisher sighed and reluctantly took it from him. Ravisher never forgot the first words he heard from him: "I'm Jarience, and I'm glad to make acquaintance with an endurance fighter such as you." Then, seeing that the tray was now empty, he smiled, took it, and left the room. After a few days, they let him leave the room, taking as their only collateral his word that he'd not try to run home. Beyond this, Ravisher was quite confused by their behavior, both towards him and towards each other: none of what he saw matched up with what he'd heard and believed all his life. A few months later, he finally got up the courage to pull Jarience aside, and say his first words to any Autobot: "How is it that you're all so kind to each other?" Jarience grinned; he'd thought for sure the kid was mute. He explained as quickly as he could that Autobots in general were so, and even among rogues, they were usually so among their teammates. Ravisher didn't understand; to this day, he still doesn't quite get it. But that day marked a turning point: no more was he a prisoner, but a neutral observer, though he still wore the Wolf. Now, five years later, he is finally considering swapping symbols, much to his mentor's delight.
Bio:
Ravisher has always been, and likely always will be, a warrior at spark. His love of battle has driven him to the practice ground for hours of hard training ever since he was big enough to wield a slingshot. Through this intensive self-imposed regimin, he has taught himself the use of every weapon that he can get his hands on, and sees no reason to slacken the pace on mastering any one of them once he's deciphered the basic methods needed to use them. Don't let his age fool you: despite being barely 22, he is by far the most deadly of the Blackened Gold (and that's saying something). His one worry is that his friends from DTS will think he's soft in the head for switching sides--likely because he's not quite sure that he isn't. Don't go poking fun at this hard-core warrior, or you'll likely find yourself in a battle for your life; you can expect no mercy from Ravisher.
Ravisher's recent battles
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