Post by kaidashade on Apr 15, 2020 15:20:29 GMT -7
NAME: Mosey
HOMEWORLD: Cybertron
FUNCTION: Weapon/conbot/problem child
ALTERNATE MODE: Revolver pistol
HEIGHT: 5ft
QUOTE:
STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 6
SPEED: 9
ENDURANCE: 3
COURAGE: 4
FIREPOWER: 8
SKILL: 7
BIO:
The first thing people tend to notice about Mosey is that he's very small. The second thing they notice is that he's very charming. The third, is that his brother has stolen their wallet and now they're both getting away, somebody stop them!
Cold constructed on Cybertron just before the rise of the Decepticon movement, Mosey and his twin brother Scarper were little more than property until the outbreak of the war. They escaped Cybertron early into the fighting, stowing away on a fleeing ship, and they've been on the move ever since. They found a drive to survive that neither of them had expected and relied on each other to get through the hardships they faced, hopping from planet to planet and rubbing shoulders with all manner of aliens, organic and inorganic, while trying to dodge any attempts by Autobots or Decepticons to recruit them. Mosey took on the 'frontman' role, organising jobs for them for mercenary work, robberies, assassinations and any other unsavoury business that would keep them in energon. He was the charmer, fast-talking and chirpy and apparently harmless right up until it was too late, the one who drew attention while Scarper robbed their marks blind.
The end of the war opened up new avenues for them, and Earth presented a delightful opportunity to at least pretend to go legit. They offered themselves up to the EDC as valuable allies and weaponry, offering the considerable firepower of their altmodes in exchange for the security of a safe home and a plentiful fuel supply. Their loyalty is to themselves and to each other first and foremost and it isn't clear whether they can actually be trusted or if they would ditch for a better offer, but for now they're keen to win allies and enjoy some choice shenanigans.
WEAPONS/ABILITIES:
Mosey is the weapon. Though his alt-mode resembles a revolver he fires a high-powered laser shot designed to damage Cybertronian armour. His small size and light weight makes him stealthy and fast, though the white and brown paintwork ruins the stealth a little. He is incredibly charming and charismatic, able to turn up the flirting at the drop of a hat or switch to a meek yes-man persona depending on what the situation requires. He's also a lot lighter than he looks due to the size of his alt-mode which can come in useful.
WEAKNESSES:
Mosey is pretty frail for a Cybertronian due to his small size and light armour. In root mode he has no weaponry and has to rely on someone else to actually aim him in alt- Scarper generally assists with this, though the twins are too big for each other to wield as a handgun. It's more like trying to wield an awkwardly-shaped rocket launcher for them, and that makes them slow in combat if not partnered with someone bigger.
SAMPLE POST:
Why was it always vents? Vents were the worst, in Mosey's opinion; cramped even for him, dusty all over his paintwork and in his seams, and far too dark. As if being in a gun cabinet most of the day wasn't dull enough, the vents were about the only place he or his brother could go to stretch their legs a bit, or sneak around and get fuel. They'd stolen as much of the high-grade stashed in with them as they felt would go unnoticed, and now they were resorting to crawling through the damn vents to filch from the ship's stores.
He paused for a moment when he heard voices from below, but when he realised it was just a couple of nerds talking about file storage he decided to move on. Not interesting, and they hadn't noticed any odd skittering noises from his claws on the metal. You could sometimes hear all sorts of juicy gossip from in here, and he'd picked up a few choice tidbits about the captain, but he had nobody to share them with except Scarper. He only got a few feet before he came to a corner, and he held perfectly still to listen for any signs of other guests in the vents. He'd heard some strange noises in here before, but so far his luck had held. All quiet, and off he went again.
At least, he tried to. As he rounded the corner his hand hit a slippery patch and went out from under him, dropping him onto his chest with an awful clang and a hissed series of furious curses. "Fraggin' aft-pounders can't keep their slaggin' vents clean, oughta toss whoever's job that is out the fraggin' airlock..."
HOMEWORLD: Cybertron
FUNCTION: Weapon/conbot/problem child
ALTERNATE MODE: Revolver pistol
HEIGHT: 5ft
QUOTE:
STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 6
SPEED: 9
ENDURANCE: 3
COURAGE: 4
FIREPOWER: 8
SKILL: 7
BIO:
The first thing people tend to notice about Mosey is that he's very small. The second thing they notice is that he's very charming. The third, is that his brother has stolen their wallet and now they're both getting away, somebody stop them!
Cold constructed on Cybertron just before the rise of the Decepticon movement, Mosey and his twin brother Scarper were little more than property until the outbreak of the war. They escaped Cybertron early into the fighting, stowing away on a fleeing ship, and they've been on the move ever since. They found a drive to survive that neither of them had expected and relied on each other to get through the hardships they faced, hopping from planet to planet and rubbing shoulders with all manner of aliens, organic and inorganic, while trying to dodge any attempts by Autobots or Decepticons to recruit them. Mosey took on the 'frontman' role, organising jobs for them for mercenary work, robberies, assassinations and any other unsavoury business that would keep them in energon. He was the charmer, fast-talking and chirpy and apparently harmless right up until it was too late, the one who drew attention while Scarper robbed their marks blind.
The end of the war opened up new avenues for them, and Earth presented a delightful opportunity to at least pretend to go legit. They offered themselves up to the EDC as valuable allies and weaponry, offering the considerable firepower of their altmodes in exchange for the security of a safe home and a plentiful fuel supply. Their loyalty is to themselves and to each other first and foremost and it isn't clear whether they can actually be trusted or if they would ditch for a better offer, but for now they're keen to win allies and enjoy some choice shenanigans.
WEAPONS/ABILITIES:
Mosey is the weapon. Though his alt-mode resembles a revolver he fires a high-powered laser shot designed to damage Cybertronian armour. His small size and light weight makes him stealthy and fast, though the white and brown paintwork ruins the stealth a little. He is incredibly charming and charismatic, able to turn up the flirting at the drop of a hat or switch to a meek yes-man persona depending on what the situation requires. He's also a lot lighter than he looks due to the size of his alt-mode which can come in useful.
WEAKNESSES:
Mosey is pretty frail for a Cybertronian due to his small size and light armour. In root mode he has no weaponry and has to rely on someone else to actually aim him in alt- Scarper generally assists with this, though the twins are too big for each other to wield as a handgun. It's more like trying to wield an awkwardly-shaped rocket launcher for them, and that makes them slow in combat if not partnered with someone bigger.
SAMPLE POST:
Why was it always vents? Vents were the worst, in Mosey's opinion; cramped even for him, dusty all over his paintwork and in his seams, and far too dark. As if being in a gun cabinet most of the day wasn't dull enough, the vents were about the only place he or his brother could go to stretch their legs a bit, or sneak around and get fuel. They'd stolen as much of the high-grade stashed in with them as they felt would go unnoticed, and now they were resorting to crawling through the damn vents to filch from the ship's stores.
He paused for a moment when he heard voices from below, but when he realised it was just a couple of nerds talking about file storage he decided to move on. Not interesting, and they hadn't noticed any odd skittering noises from his claws on the metal. You could sometimes hear all sorts of juicy gossip from in here, and he'd picked up a few choice tidbits about the captain, but he had nobody to share them with except Scarper. He only got a few feet before he came to a corner, and he held perfectly still to listen for any signs of other guests in the vents. He'd heard some strange noises in here before, but so far his luck had held. All quiet, and off he went again.
At least, he tried to. As he rounded the corner his hand hit a slippery patch and went out from under him, dropping him onto his chest with an awful clang and a hissed series of furious curses. "Fraggin' aft-pounders can't keep their slaggin' vents clean, oughta toss whoever's job that is out the fraggin' airlock..."