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Post by JazZeke on Jul 16, 2019 23:52:19 GMT -7
Fill out the following template and post it in a reply. Be prepared to make adjustments if asked. Once approved, start a new thread for your profile (sans sample post) and in the future update it regularly with a log of threads your character has appeared in.
Transformers:
[b]NAME:[/b] [b]HOMEWORLD:[/b] [b]FUNCTION:[/b] [b]ALTERNATE MODE:[/b] [b]HEIGHT:[/b] [b]QUOTE:[/b]
[b]STRENGTH:[/b] [b]INTELLIGENCE:[/b] [b]SPEED:[/b] [b]ENDURANCE:[/b] [b]COURAGE:[/b] [b]FIREPOWER:[/b] [b]SKILL:[/b]
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[b]SAMPLE POST:[/b] TECH SPEC GUIDE STRENGTH: The physical power of a Transformer, with no bearing on their weaponry.
INTELLIGENCE: A Transformer's "processing power," how much they know and how quickly they can learn.
SPEED: This attribute represents the top speed of a Transformer's alt-mode.
ENDURANCE: A Transformer's physical resistance to attack; a tough, heavily armored transformer will have high endurance, compared to a slighter, more lightly armored mech.
COURAGE: Bravery; a Transformer's ability to fight down their own fears and stand their ground in the face of danger. This score can reflect alternatives to the traditional courage, as well: brutally insane or suicidally desperate Transformers may also exhibit fearless behavior, albeit for different reasons.
FIREPOWER: This score measures the amount of destruction a Transformer can put downrange; the power of their weapons, the volume of fire, and the variety of armaments available are all covered by this characteristic. A Transformer can have high firepower via very powerful weapons, weapons which fire extremely rapidly, or by simply having a wide selection to choose from within their arsenal.
SKILL: This represents a Transformer's technical prowess when performing an action in which they are familiar. This stat can also factor into a character's proficiency in picking up new skills. High skill is usually associated with great experience, though there are exceptions to this.
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Post by wynautwarrior on Jul 17, 2019 20:48:46 GMT -7
NAME: Salvo HOMEWORLD: Cybertron FUNCTION: Warrior ALTERNATE MODE: Taranis Attack Drone HEIGHT: 20ft QUOTE: "Do you know who I am? No? Then take your business elsewhere." STRENGTH: 7 INTELLIGENCE: 7 SPEED: 8 ENDURANCE: 5 COURAGE: 8 FIREPOWER: 6 SKILL: 2 BIO: When Salvo first woke up on Earth, his memeories were wiped and his symbol scratched off. All he does remember is that he is a Cybertoronian and a warrior. He now searches for the answers of who he was, and whether he was an Autobot or a Decepticon. The two factions have tried to offer him a place in their ranks but oddly enough he refuses. Every record of him seems to have been wiped, meaning that someone wanted Salvo not only dead, but forgotten. Other Cybertronians attempted to help Salvo find his past but so far no one has been successful.
The past that Salvo can't seem to find is very rocky. Salvo was once a mini bot that fought for the Autobots way back when the war was still on Cybertron. He was a very revered warrior until he was captured by the Decepticons. Unlike other Autobots who were simply imprisoned or killed when captured, Salvo became one of Shock Wave's experiments. Salvo's brain was reprogrammed to think he was a Decepticon. He fought alongside the Decepticons for a short time until an encounter with an old friend named Gleam. Gleam told Salvo what had happened to him. Now enraged, Salvo began killing as many Decepticons as possible with his old friend by his side. Then, at a point during the fight when Salvo and Glem got seperated Salvo was shocked from behind. He then went offline and would lose his memories.
He is cold towards others as he seeks answers rather than friendships. Although he does open up to those who get close to him. One of the few things that Salvo seem to find enjoyment in is human architecture. When he is not searching for who he is, he flies around cities and ancient ruins marveling at them. Salvo is also fascinated by humans as they are "so fragile yet so cunning". Though he has yet to make a human friend as his coldness seems to prevent that.
WEAPONS/ABILITIES: His left hand can turn into a sword, while his right hand can turn into a mini-gun which is effective against armor that isn't too thick. His feet can hover over the ground so he can "skate" quickly over it. He can only fly in drone mode.
WEAKNESSES: Salvo seems to have been made to be a glass cannon. He does not take hits easily to make up for his firepower and strength. His rashness doesn't help as he makes foes faster than he makes allies.
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Post by JazZeke on Jul 17, 2019 22:11:39 GMT -7
Wow, congrats on being our first applicant! You're gonna need to fix up that coding, though. And I'm really not a fan of "not much is known about" bios. Even if he doesn't know his backstory, I need to in order to approve him.
Also, write his weapons, abilities, and weaknesses as if he weren't damaged. I need to know what he can do in his prime, for when he gets himself repaired. You can still write him as weakened from his damage once the game starts.
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Post by wynautwarrior on Jul 18, 2019 7:53:36 GMT -7
I'll fix it right away. Sorry about the coding. It's not my strong point and I usually forget how it works
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Elegance
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Keep calm and carry on.
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Post by Elegance on Jul 19, 2019 6:47:21 GMT -7
NAME: Elegance HOMEWORLD: Cybertron, Earth FUNCTION: Spy Changer ALTERNATE MODE: Sports car: Jaguar E-Type ZeroHEIGHT: 18ʹ QUOTE: "Keep calm and carry on." STRENGTH: 6 INTELLIGENCE: 8 SPEED: 8 ENDURANCE: 6 COURAGE: 5 FIREPOWER: 5 SKILL: 10 BIO: (redacted) An Autobot agent and member of the Spy Changers stationed as an undercover look-out and spy on Earth since the early 2000s, Elegance (named for the Concours d'Elegance) went native, falling in love with Earth culture, and the very best of it at that. She enjoyed adopting speedy sports-car alt-modes, driving around the most interesting places on Earth, and hobnobbing with high society – royalty, the wealthy, artists, and politicians – but being a 19-foot-tall robot, she mostly found them cute. For example, in 2008, working with Jazz in London, she protected the daughter of the ambassador of Karabomia from a kidnap attempt led by Slipstream, foiling a Decepticon scheme to get control of the country's oil reserves, and escorted her and her date safely to the embassy. She took in a Queen tribute concert on the way. In 2017, she was a guest at the royal wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, serving as wedding car and secret bodyguard. She is a bot of wealth and taste, of sophistication, style, and grace. She is full of charm and wit and wry humour, flirting with friend and foe alike. Elegance is made to be <i>seen</i>: in trendy London nightspots, rolling through the streets of Monaco, parked in front of palaces and art galleries, or driving anywhere scenic. She avoids mud, rust, and anything else that hampers her style. Nevertheless, she is a capable operator, highly acrobatic, and a dangerous fighter, not one to be underestimated. Her hobbies include creating various forms of art, seemingly with a different medium, style, and subject every month. One work is purported to be a mechanical sculpture of the Reconstructionist school, though others would say it was Optimus Prime made out of scrap, and they'd be right. Although she was cynical of the War and critical of the Cybertronian society that led to it, and was produced by it, Elegance was unafraid to fight it in order to end it and defend what was good about their culture. When the Decepticons invaded Earth in 2008 and 2010, she stood among those Autobots who repelled them, but for Elegance it was a matter of defending her adopted home and protecting the innocent and helpless humans. In 2018, when Unicron attacked Cybertron, Elegance was recalled to join the fight. Afterward, the revived and repopulated Cybertron did not feel like her old home, and she grew disillusioned by the new factional feuding. In 2020, she returned to Earth to defend against Bludgeon's splinter Decepticon faction and guard against Soundwave's loyalists, and there she would stay. She resumed her old station as a look-out, monitoring for Decepticon activity, but now on behalf of the Cybertronian Council. However, all the conflicts had left her war-weary, and her beloved Earth was changing too. Withdrawing from the world with a claim of "I want to be alone", she rested in her alt-mode, still quietly surveilling and monitoring, reporting to Cybertron and Earth governments, and watching television, but not going out any more. Forgotten by humans, her vehicle mode was driven, stolen, sold, parked, and finally stored in a shed for the better part of a century. However, in 2119, she was recently rediscovered by a human and restored. Emerging from her seclusion, she was tired of being tired and ready to engage again. The current peace, fragile as it may be, is a chance for them all to relax and enjoy life again. However, Elegance knows too well that peace must still be protected and preserved. When Elegance went looking for alt-modes, she passed over the modern vehicles, muscle cars, and cutting-edge sports cars beloved of other Transformers, and went back to the Jaguar E-type roadster, because why settle for anything less than what Enzo Ferrari called "the most beautiful car ever made"? This is not because she cares only for aesthetics, but because it represents true elegance and lasting style. The only change she's made is to upgrade to the Jaguar E-Type Zero – a quite acceptable update, in that it didn't mess with perfection. In 2119, some would say she's a positive antique, but she would say a timeless classic. In her alt-mode, the roaring big cat in the traditional Jaguar badge, both on her grille and on her steering wheel, is replaced by the Autobot logo, the only external clue to her true nature. In her robot mode, Elegance is tall, slender, and somewhat feminine in appearance, a product of her vehicle mode's long feminine-inspired curves than any internal construction of her own, though she had more curves as a D-Type. Nevertheless, her face is feminine and classically beautiful. Pale-blue plating with chrome highlights is arranged stylishly over her internal steel workings, reminiscent of an English knight, as is her battle-mask. The tyres and canopy of her vehicle mode's soft top can unfurl into an elegant black long-coat or cocktail dress, while her front bumper transforms into her energon bow. WEAPONS/ABILITIES:- Sonic Sword: it slices, it dices, it hums the best pop songs
- Energon Bow: usable even in her alt-mode, mainly because it's her own front bumper
- Adhesive Tyres: hugs the road and can drive on nearly any surface, no matter how slippery or vertical
- Advanced Sensors: useful in many forms of surveillance
- Waterproofing: prevents rust and flooding, especially useful when you're alt-mode is a convertible
WEAKNESSES: Bad taste, her own pride and pompousness, fliers she can't get to, and being a century out of touch with Cybertron SAMPLE POST:She keeps Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet. "Let them eat cake" she says Just like Marie Antoinette. A built-in remedy For Khrushchev and Kennedy. At any time an invitation You can't decline.'I hear you.' Elegance replied languidly, spinning up her processors and stretching out her servos. 'I just hear Queen more.' Now there was music, true artistry, that lasted the test of time. Her audio sensors might be near overwhelmed, and indeed actually focused on, the music spilling from the club, but her optic sensors had quickly identified the target: Fatima Raihani, daughter of the ambassador of the unfortunately named, too-recently democratised Republic of Karabomia, known for its oil reserves, especially to Decepticons. Elegance had been tailing her, one way or another, for some time now, with the support, or at least tolerance, of the British and Karabomian governments. Fortunately, Fatima and her friends knew, and could afford, some very swanky London clubs, and were keen to explore them. And so was Elegance. It was just a pity she couldn't fit through the door. But there was as much of a social scene in the street outside, where everybody paused to look over the beautiful Jaguar E-Type, its silver-blue paint and chrome gleaming in the lights. Caviar and cigarettes. Well versed in etiquette. Extraordinarily nice.'I see, as you put it, the target. I presume I should follow her?' Elegance reported to Jazz, fellow Autobot and music-lover, already powering up her engines. If Fatima was on the move, then so were the Decepticons – assuming they were here, as Elegance sensibly did. Almost nothing could get past her surveillance, but she wasn't about to bet on almost. From her sensors, she emitted sonar and radar sweeps for anything out of the ordinary in the neighbourhood. Out of the ordinary being anything Cybertronian, Earth military, or just in sheer bad taste. Decepticons usually were. She's a Killer Queen. Gunpowder, gelatine. Dynamite with a laser beam. Guaranteed to blow your mind Any time.The Jaguar E-Type slowed to a halt beside Fatima and her date, its door springing open in front of them. 'Don't forget your car, sir.' the valet said with a wink and smile, climbing out and tossing the surprised boyfriend something that looked like keys. Come on, take them, impress her. I'm the classiest ride you'll ever have for a date. Elegance silently urged them.
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Post by JazZeke on Jul 19, 2019 11:23:16 GMT -7
Take out the events of 2019, it doesn't quite work in our timeline. By that point Soundwave was the de facto leader of the Decepticons and he had other things he was doing, plus it would have hampered his diplomatic overtures to Earth in 2020. Also, why was she in stasis for almost a century?
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Elegance
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Keep calm and carry on.
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Post by Elegance on Jul 19, 2019 20:34:08 GMT -7
Take out the events of 2019, it doesn't quite work in our timeline. By that point Soundwave was the de facto leader of the Decepticons and he had other things he was doing, plus it would have hampered his diplomatic overtures to Earth in 2020. Also, why was she in stasis for almost a century? Sorry, I'd mostly just hacked up a former character write-up, and called it done when I ran out of time. It's a bit tricky to fill out the centuries or millennia of a Transformer's potential lifespan, so it may have been a bit sparse; I expected I'd come up with more later. I moved the Karabomian thing (from a brief game I played Elegance in, added to flesh out her backstory) to 2008, it seems to better fit the timeline then.
She wasn't in stasis, but rather in retirement. In real-world terms, it was a reference to the practice of finding classic cars forgotten in a shed or barn for decades; I had an idea that it would be a fun way to introduce a Transformer like her to a human, like the way Bumblebee is introduced as a second-hand car sale in the live-action movies (I have to hope there's something as great waiting for me in the back of my dad's shed). In fiction terms, it's the spy in deep cover or disillusioned and in hiding in some out-of-the-way place. Also, it explains why she'd have an alt-mode about a century-and-a-half out of date.
I've merged the Bio, Personality, and Appearance sections, revised them, and added more events that tie her to the timeline and to clarify her seclusion.
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Post by JazZeke on Jul 22, 2019 16:03:06 GMT -7
Elegance is approved.
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Elegance
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Post by Elegance on Jul 22, 2019 22:54:55 GMT -7
Great! Thanks!
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Post by commissarfaytality on Aug 5, 2019 8:40:45 GMT -7
Okay this has been formatted a bit now, the parts in italics are things I'd like mod input on if that's ok?
NAME: Shadow HOMEWORLD: Colony 495 (Neutral colony world) FUNCTION: Assassin (retired) , EDC reservist ALTERNATE MODE: Dragon (feathered) HEIGHT: 12'QUOTE: Nothing is an absolute, we all see the world differently, therefore my truth is not yours. STRENGTH: 5 INTELLIGENCE: 7 SPEED: 6 ENDURANCE: 8 COURAGE: 8 FIREPOWER: 4 SKILL: 10 BIO:Currently a retired assassin, Shadow once worked in black ops for the Autobots during the war. With its conclusion, she now finds herself somewhat at a loss for what to do. Originally created (possibly from Predacon remains?) to be a test bed for her 'mother's' weaponry, she lived her early life being treated as more of a piece of equipment than a person. this changed somewhat when her mother's second creation (Shadow's brother) was introduced to her. Through this, Shadow learned some of how to talk to people and act like a person rather than blindly obeying every command given. How this might have continued is unclear as Shadow's home was attacked in a raid by pirates after hearing of a weapons cache on the small colony where she lived. Pretty much everyone was wiped out and Shadow escaped by use of the new technology her mother had installed in her previously. Unfortunately, her brother and herself were separated in the attack and Shadow ran around the galaxy on her lonesome for a while, falling back on what she knew best—beating people up and occasionally killing them if it was logical to do so. Eventually, she gained something of a reputation and made a few bad choices, but as a result of this was picked up by the Autobot black ops forces who gave her a choice: work with us or die. Shadow didn't really want to die, so decided to stick around for a bit and help the cause. Not that she really ever believed in it, but thought it a nice sentiment anyhow. Once the war ended, Shadow was effectively given counselling and then unleashed onto the great wide universe and is now somewhat at a loss for what to do. As Shadow is somewhat emotionally stunted, she has had to learn over the years why everyone else views killing as a bad thing. Whilst she isn't exactly understanding of why the actions she once performed for the good of the Autobots during the war are now reviled, she has come to terms with the need for laying down her arms and now tries to explore what life beyond warfare means. However, she's quite clear on maintaining her skills as she's seen lulls in fighting before and is never quite clear as to whether the peace she now lives in is permanent or not. Thankfully for all involved this normally is left down to performing her sword katas, agility exercises, entering martial competitions and occasionally jumping out at friends from dark corners. Currently, Shadow is living on Earth and exploring; she's spent quite a bit of time in England and has become very fond of playing the dragon in their yearly saint's day parades. Needless to say, she's become very fond of the legends of British history and has grown quite fond of the country. Although she does also travel to other countries often, she tends to consider England 'home' and always makes time to visit. She is known to the EDC and as such has offered her services should they be required. She's officially on as a reservist because having an assassin on the payroll could be useful, but most of the time she just assists with training. WEAPONS/ABILITIES:Shadow is more agile than strong; she tends to attack her prey like a hunting hawk, striking death from above and then disappearing. She possesses chameleon-like abilities and can blend into her environment very well; though she often likes to hide in plain sight, she has been known to develop more complicated camouflage techniques. She is radar-invisible and has a low heat signature. Her principle weapons are her talons, her fire breath (napalm), a pistol, a rifle, and her swords. One is black (non-reflective paint) and the other a very beautiful blue blade which is made of materials that no-one is really sure about… but it's pretty much just pretty to look at and the two are pretty much the same in terms of strength and sharpness. (I kinda want to give her a hidden blade but that might be pushing it). She is very good at getting into places and will often think outside the box as to how to get in; she has been known to use her dragon mode to dig a tunnel. She can fly and indeed can reach some impressive speeds… but she flies more like a bird does than a jet, so she's actually pretty slow in comparison. The upside is that she is far more manoeuvrable and can hover without sounding like a shrieker going off overhead. Nearly silent in her flight, she can change direction on her tail and attack without warning. WEAKNESSES: Emotionally stunted, she doesn't really get humour most of the time unless people explain it. Though she is getting better, she can get somewhat offended by jokes because she doesn't understand them. She can also be very blunt when responding to people, so don't make her a diplomat, she'd probably insult the other person's dress/tie or something. She's a dragon, she's pretty obvious when not trying to hide. Shadow is also not as strong as others so whilst she can take a few hits, that's about all she can take. She relies on parrying and countering in close combat, using her greater agility to her advantage. She's a precision killer and tends to aim for weak points rather than drawn-out conflict. She's a pretty good shot at distance, but up close she's not all that good; she's more likely to throw the pistol at you than actually shoot you. Her chameleon abilities also take a lot of power so she does have a time limit on them. Whilst not as energy-draining as holograms or invisibility, it's not something she uses for long periods of time, only when she needs to hide. SAMPLE POST: "Fear me for I am the fierce dragon whomst has captured the fair princess!" roared the black and red dragon her head lashing to and fro in front of the captured maiden tied to a pole. "Nay I shall not! For I am St. George and I shall slay thee and rescue her! For Christ is my ally and I shall not fail!" a man in plat armour reposts with a threatening growl. He moves over to the dragon and raises his shining sword of steel and stabbed at the viscious beast before him "Take this!" he cried. "Noooooo! I am SLAIN" the creature shrieked writhing in pain as the sword struck true. It was at this point that the crowd erupted into cheers as Shadow did a somewhat obviously over the top death scene and then laid still making herself appear as if dead. The young man then rescued his fair princess and there was an equally over the top scene following afterwards wherein the king thanked George and all of that. To be honest Shadow thought the entire thing was silly, but it was still rather fun regardless. "Okay, oh fearsome dragon you can get up now" Michael who'd been playing St. George told the 'dead' dragon once the play was over "we need to go take a bow and get boo'd and applauded" he spoke poking her in the side with his very blunt sword. With a slight laugh Shadow rolled back to all four legs and transformed "Alright, alright I'm up, I'm up!" This was the fourth show today and to be honest St. George's day was always her favourite it was the only time she ever really realised just what she'd missed when she'd been young and just why all she went through had been worth it….well that and getting to play Smaug in the hobbit that one time, but that's another story.
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Elegance
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Post by Elegance on Aug 5, 2019 22:25:02 GMT -7
The requested proof-read. Bear in mind some of these are suggestions and I'm a very fastidious editor. Changes, additions, and removals are marked in red. Also, I'm now picturing Elegance riding a dragon. Currently a retired assassin, Shadow once worked in black ops for the Autobots during the war . With its conclusion , she now finds herself somewhat at a loss for what to do. Originally created (possibly from Predacon remains?) to be a test bed for her 'mother 's' weaponry , she lived her early life being treated as more of a piece of equipment than a person . this changed somewhat when her mother's second creation (Shadow's brother) was introduced to her. Through this , Shadow learned some of how to talk to people and act like a person rather than blindly obeying every command given. How this might have continued is unclear as Shadow's home was attacked in a raid by pirates after hearing of a weapon s cache on the small colony where she lived. Pretty much everyone was wiped out and Shadow escaped by use of the new technology her mother had installed in her previously. Unfortunately , her brother and herself were separated in the attack and Shadow ran around the galaxy on her lonesome for a while , falling back on what she knew best —beating people up and occasionally killing them if it was logical to do so. Eventually , she gained something of a reputation and made a few bad choices , but as a result of this was picked up by the Autobot black ops forces who gave her a choice : work with us or die. Shadow didn't really want to die , so decided to stick around for a bit and help the cause. Not that she really ever believed in it, but thought it a nice sentiment anyhow. Once the war ended , Shadow was effectively given counselling and then unleashed onto the great wide universe and is now somewhat at a loss for what to do. As Shadow is somewhat emotionally stunted , she has had to learn over the years why everyone else views killing as a bad thing. Whilst she isn't exactly understanding of why the actions she once performed for the good of the Autobots during the war are now reviled , she has come to terms with the need for laying down her arms and now tries to explore what life beyond warfare means. However, she's quite clear on maintaining her skills as she's seen lulls in fighting before and is never quite clear as to whether the peace she now lives in is permanent or not. Thankfully for all involved this normally is left down to performing her sword katas, agility exercises, entering martial competitions and occasionally jumping out at friends from dark corners. Currently , Shadow is living on Earth and exploring; she's spent quite a bit of time in England and has become very fond of playing the dragon in their yearly saint 's day parades. Needless to say , she's become very fond of the legends of British history and has grown quite fond of the country . Although she does also travel to other countries often , she tends to consider England 'home' and always makes time to visit. She is known to the EDC and as such has offered her services should they be required . She's officially on as a reservist because having an assassin on the payroll could be useful, but most of the time she just assists with training. WEAPONS/ABILITIES:Shadow is more agile than strong; she tends to attack her prey like a hunting hawk , striking death from above and then disappearin g. She possesses chameleon -like abilities and can blend into her environment very well; though she often likes to hide in plain sight , she has been known to develop more complicated camouflage techniques. She is radar -invisible and has a low heat signature. Her principle weapons are her talons, her fire breath (napalm), a pistol, a rifle, and and her swords . One is black (non-reflective paint) and the other a very beautiful blue blade which is made of materials that no-one is really sure about… but it's pretty much just pretty to look at and the two are pretty much the same in terms of strength and sharpness. (I kinda want to give her a hidden blade but that might be pushing it). She is very good at getting into places and will often think outside the box as to how to get in ; she has been known to use her dragon mode to dig a tunne l.She can fly and indeed can reach some impressive speeds… but she flies more like a bird does than a jet , so she's actually pretty slow in comparison. The upside i s that she is far more manoeuvrable and can hover without sounding like a shrieker going off overhead. Nearly silent in her flight , she can change direction on her tail and attack without warning. WEAKNESSES: Emotionally stunted, she doesn't really get humour most of the time unless people explain it . Though she is getting better, she can get somewhat offended by jokes because she doesn't understand them. She can also be very blunt when responding to people , so don't make her a diplomat, she'd probably insult the other person's dress/tie or something. She's a dragon, she's pretty obvious when not trying to hide. Shadow is also not as strong as others so whilst she can take a few hits, that's about all she can take. She relies on parrying and countering in close combat , using her greater agility to her advantage. She's a precision killer and tends to aim for weak points rather than drawn -out conflict. She's a pretty good shot at distance , but up close she's not all that good; she's more likely to throw the pistol at you than actually shoot you. Her chameleon abilities also take a lot of power so she does have a time limit on them . Whilst not as energy -draining as holograms or invisibility , it's not something she uses for long periods of time , only when she needs to hide.
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Post by Arbiter on Aug 7, 2019 14:03:01 GMT -7
If you recall Foxfire form EotR; well she's back! EDIT: Updated with new Bio
NAME: Foxfire HOMEWORLD: Prion FUNCTION: Mechanic ALTERNATE MODE: Mechanical Fox HEIGHT: 5’2” QUOTE: "Let's have some real fun."
STRENGTH: 4 INTELLIGENCE: 9 SPEED: 7 ENDURANCE: 4 COURAGE: 8 FIREPOWER: 3 SKILL: 9
BIO: Foxfire sparked into existence a few eons ago and, despite the frequent attacks by organic entities, she led a rather idyllic and naive life. For the longest time she thought she’d work as a craftsman but fate had decided otherwise as the heavens lit up and contact was once more re-established with Prion’s long absent cousins from Cybertron.
Not long after, the first diplomatic envoys arrived and Prion joined a Council of Worlds with other colonies. Foxfire throughout all this wondered what it would mean for her and her friends until several cybertronians arrived in their small of the world. Claiming they wanted to help with the damage caused by the combiners and the organic creatures the Mini-cons and Foxfire gratefully accepted the assistance as the visitors ingratiated themselves within the society. But it was a ruse, within a few weeks the cybertronians turned on their hosts, enslaving them and taking them off world to a nightmarish life. Soon Foxfire found herself sold into the palms of rogue Decepticons who forced her to powerlink with themselves to increase their power. Over and over again she was used and abused by her captors, her tormentors never giving her rest whilst supplying only meagre rations for her and the other captive Mini-cons.
During this time, she lost all hope that remained as the spark behind her eyes dies out. She was just a thing to them, a tool to be used and thrown away when spent. After Foxfire lost her closest friend Sparkjumper she considered overloading her spark chamber to rejoin her friends in whatever came after, but one factor prevented that. A few cycles after her friend’s death the fembot found herself partnered with another Decepticon, but this one was different. Unlike the others, this one treated her with care, conversed with her as a partner, held her as an equal. Slowly but surely it drew the Mini-con back out of her shell and made her feel like herself again. She wasn’t a tool anymore, she was her, she was Foxfire and she’d keep on living.
Foxfire continued to work with this Decepticon until the trafficking ring was finally discovered and dismantled piece by piece by the Autobots. After being given an impasse by the Autobots for her actions under duress, Foxfire joined other Mini-cons working with the Autobots as powerlink partners. After powerlinking with a few more individuals Foxfire asked for a transfer and trained as a mechanic, having grown disgusted with the Autobots she’d been working with; despite the better conditions she still felt like she was more a tool to them than an individual. She never learnt what happened to that one Decepticon that treated her as an equal and doesn’t wish to learn their fate in fear of turning one of the few nice moments she had during her captive tenure also being turned into a nightmare.
The Mini-con operated as a mechanic for the Autobots before deciding to strike out on her own and returning to Prion. But her return did not go as she expected. She was not the same naive Mini-con as she had been before the war came to her, she was now more cynical and whilst she disguises it with a flirtatious personality there was no one she could truly speak to about her experiences. Feeling alone Foxfire promptly left to perform odd mechanic jobs here and there until she received contact with a job offer, a mechanic role on a world that became embroiled in the closing days of the war called Earth.
Arriving on Earth Foxfire has found themselves in a new unknown, a world of organic creatures that for all intents of purpose are akin to those that regularly ravaged Prion. But over time Foxfire has learnt that not all organic lifeforms are quite so bad and after learning of the antipathy felt for the cybertronians by some humans for what was wrought on their world, Foxfire shared many sympathies for what their people had gone through. Since then she has learnt to enjoy the rich heritage of the world, particularly English and Japanese heritage and how vastly different each culture was to another despite the one species. She’s finally found people she can relate to, she’s found somewhere she can call home.
WEAKNESSES: Foxfire, being a mini-con is diminutive in size compared to most cybertronians out there and can be easily stepped on or handled by entities accordingly. She is also not a fighter and would only choose to fight when presented no other choice if backed into a corner. Instead she would attempt to flee a combat zone if able, taking any other non-combatants with her.
After previous experiences during the war involving a Mini-con trafficking ring, Foxfire very rarely powerlinks with anyone these days outside a few trusted individuals. It would take someone time to build up enough trust that Foxfire would enable her module to the fullest, and would only willingly powerlink with a random individual in exceptional circumstances. Whilst she can be forced against her will to do so, she will feel disgusted afterwards, and usually will only go so far as to ensure self-preservation.
Finally the fembot is a terrible flirt and fairly adept at getting herself into trouble that she needs to be rescued from!
SAMPLE POST: Music and sparks were flying through the workshop as the fembot rounded the corner of a banged up vehicle, the tune of AC/DC clung to her lips. It was a classic, apparently, but it was catchy all the same, the tune putting a bound into her steps. Popping the hood of the vehicle she examined the contents underneath and grimaced slightly. “That bad?”, asked the scraggly human. “Bad? Nah…”, Foxfire, lowered the hood slightly and quickly said, “gimme a couple of weeks and I’ll buff out the damage”. She closed the hood again and leant against the wheel arch, “it might not look quite the same though, cosmetic damage here and there after all.”
Stepping towards the youth she took him firmly by the shoulder as she looked him closely in the face, “next time don’t drive so fast, you’re too pretty to become a stain.” She gave a friendly grin and wink as she finished this, feeling the youth taken aback in her grip and going red in the face. “Oh, ok. Thanks Foxfire!” They diverted their eyes away from her, unsure as to where to look. “Off you go now, I’ll be in touch when I’m done.”
The youth turned and left a smile beaming from their face as Foxfire watched them go. Shaking her head the fembot turned back to the vehicle behind her and pulled out her lance. Lowering her goggles she exclaimed, “best get to work then!” The music continued to blare in the background, sparks dancing to the tune.
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Post by JazZeke on Aug 14, 2019 12:17:49 GMT -7
Shadow is approved.
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galv
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Post by galv on Aug 15, 2019 13:51:16 GMT -7
NAME: Fathom HOMEWORLD: Cybertron FUNCTION: Deep-sea scout/observation ALTERNATE MODE: Alien Submarine (Energon Sharkticon) HEIGHT: 40’ QUOTE: “Crush them with the ocean’s weight.”
STRENGTH: 9 INTELLIGENCE: 4 SPEED: 4 ENDURANCE: 9 COURAGE: 6 FIREPOWER: 5 SKILL: 5
BIO: Designed for undersea observations and engagements Fathom was a prime example of Decepticon wartime engineering. He was sent to a planet on the fringe on Cybertron’s star maps. It wasn’t important to the war quite yet, but the Decepticons wanted it studied for any potential resources it might have. There he stayed for centuries before losing contact with his Cybertron based correspondent. Undeterred he continued to gather what information he could, occasionally sinking vessels that got too close until one day he received a signal to “Come home.” The war was over. It was over and he hadn’t engaged an Autobot since the beginning of the war before his scouting mission. The war was over and he had practically missed it. In the modern day, 2119, this is something Fathom still has not quite come to terms with. All the weaponry and Decepticon dogma inside him going to waste. He transferred to Earth in an attempt to get some ‘familiar’ scenery. Now he patrols Earth’s oceans, exploring places the little humans can not reach. He keeps in contact with both human and Cybertronian scientists, relaying the information. But peace is not what he was designed for and he knows that eventually someone is going to make someone else just mad enough... And maybe, just maybe, he won’t have missed the war after all.
WEAPONS/ABILITIES: His chassis is made to withstand the massive pressures of the ocean. To help with this it was constructed with trifolded plating, giving him high resistance to most firearms. Built into his ‘cape’ in robot mode, or the prow of the ship in vehicle mode, are two large torpedo cannons that he can deploy for added firepower.
WEAKNESSES: Fathom was built to survive and endure, not to do quick engagements. He is quite slow both in the water and out. His size, while intimidating, provides some difficulties in dealing with smaller beings or buildings; he has found that he personally struggles the most with typing and prefers to upload any data he has collected through a direct uplink.
SAMPLE POST: Fathom surfaced somewhere off the cost of a little landmass called Hawaii. It was one of his preferred places to come up from the depths; the sun always seemed to warm his hull better here. “Sending most recent sea floor analysis data.” His voice was deep and had a slight reverb as he commed both facilities he reported to. “Nothing of significant note. Seems to be fairly standard sedim-“ His report was cut off as another vessel’s wake crashed against him. His scanners reached out, the size of that wake was larger than normal, which meant either a large ship or a fast ship. “Fathom. Is everything alright? Please continue the report.” The human scientist’s voice was ignored as Fathom began to descend and turn towards the speeding vessel. The report could wait, he was going to observe something more interesting. And if he could be sure no one was watching, maybe it could be more fun than first thought.
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Post by JazZeke on Aug 15, 2019 14:17:32 GMT -7
Hey, I like it. But bump his Endurance down to 9 and his speed up to 4. I'm sure deep-sea pressures aren't as destructive as Cybertronian weaponry. And knock his firepower down to 5. Since there's no reason he would be carrying around an energy weapon, I'd like to say the two torpedoes are the only payload he carries at any given time, and once those are expended, he's out of luck. 65' is also way too tall for this guy. I think that would make him even taller than Ultra Magnus.
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Elegance
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Keep calm and carry on.
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Post by Elegance on Sept 23, 2019 6:41:02 GMT -7
NAME: Slash HOMEWORLD: Earth and Cybertron FUNCTION: Dinobot Tracker ALTERNATE MODE: Robotic dromaeosaurid (utahraptor) HEIGHT: ~10ʹ in robot mode, ~6ʹ in dino mode QUOTE: Me slash! STRENGTH: 7 INTELLIGENCE: 5 SPEED: 9 ENDURANCE: 8 COURAGE: 10 FIREPOWER: 4 SKILL: 6 BIO: One of a batch of protoforms discovered by the Dinobots and taken back to Iacon to hand off to someone who could take care of them, or at least knew what they were doing, it "hatched" and came online early, almost as if it was impatient to get started on life. The four Dinobots – Slag, Snarl, Sludge, and Swoop – found themselves having to take care of an infant transformer themselves, while hardly knowing how. Wildly destructive chaos ensued, naturally. Imprinting on them, it grew dinosauroid features, like claws, jaws, and a tail. And she developed an attitude to match: rowdy, aggressive, and defiant, and when her authority figures to rebel against were Dinobots, she gained quite a chip on her shoulder. She took the name 'Slash', after both the sound of their names and the thing her new claws did so well and so often. It was her first word. But otherwise, her speech ability remained limited: early activation left her language capacity underdeveloped, and Dinobots weren't the most eloquent of bots to learn from.
When they finally got to Iacon, Slash's development was complete, and the Dinobots were now too fond of the little terror to give her up, especially Sludge and Swoop. When Grimlock returned, she grew up with her Five Angry Dads, as some called them after learning there was hell to pay if they hurt her. Small, speedy, and with excellent tracking abilities, Slash soon became the team scout, and a bit of a mascot, adopting a robotic utahraptor alt-mode.
But a century later and a comparative teenager, it was her time to rebel, just like Dinobots do best. She took up different interests – rather than brute force, the grace and agility of dancers and martial artists appealed to her and her design; she could never be a bruiser like the others and there was no war to fight anyway. The Dinobot wanted to be a dancer! The more the others laughed, the more determined she became. "Slag say dancing is silly and weak. He laugh. Then he see me Slash do grand jeté and eviscerate Decepticon. He no laugh no more. He afraid." After the inevitable fight, she left, deciding to strike off her on her own, to head to Earth and pursue her dream. But she and they know she'll be back eventually. Dinobots always stick together.
On Earth, however, she found that getting accepted into a prestigious dance academy is rather hard when you're a ten-foot-tall alien killing machine. Until she makes it, she's working at a waitress as a bar for Cybertronians, but it's hard to hold down a job in hospitality as a ten-foot-tall killing machine with a speech impediment and a Dinobot-sized chip on her shoulder. WEAPONS/ABILITIES:In utahraptor form, Slash has a shredding bite, two slashing forelimb claws, two slashing foot-claws, and most wicked of all, a pair of devastating sickle-shaped toe-claws that can puncture and tear up even the toughest materials. Even her long pointed tail can stab something in a pinch. She is a weaponised cutlery drawer, an unstoppable whirlwind of sharp objects.
In robot form, Slash's toe-claws turn into a pair of stabbing, slashing blades similar to kamas or sickles, and are just as deadly a weapon.
Slash is a talented martial artist; lacking the strength and brute force of her fellow Dinobots, she kept up by being fast, agile, and skilled. She favours her blades in a reverse-grip and kicks with her legs, while focusing on precise cuts and evasiveness. She is the scout and tracker of the Dinobots, skilled at hunting down enemies and setting up ambushes. She possesses sensory equipment to aid her, as well as her own keen senses and wisdom.
Her other skills include leaping on her powerful legs, and climbing, aided by her claws. She can quickly scale or even just sprint up a cliff, the side of a building, or a large bot to get to where she needs to go.
She's also a great dancer, enjoying the elegance and grace and the sense of freedom in movement, and the ability to express herself without speech. She can really cut a rug. WEAKNESSES:
Slash is no dumb Dinobot, but her practical, rough-and-ready education is limited in more advanced topics. Moreover, her speech problems make it difficult to communicate effectively, so people are apt to see her as a typical dumb Dinobot because of it. Because of this, she has a chip on her shoulder about people treating her as incapable and crude, missing her talents. Her Dinobot attitude of aggression and defiance gets her into trouble just as often as it gets her out. SAMPLE POST:
Hi! My name's Slash. Can I take your order? With a light step and fast feet, she made her way through the crowds at Maccadam's Old Oil House Earth (a newly opened franchise), just about managing not to get bumped, booted, or stepped on by bigger bots who weren't in the habit of looking down over their blocky, built-out chests. Of course, she was faster, more manoeuvrable, and had better all-around vision in her alt-mode, but she was also longer, which risked getting her tail stepped on, and she was still getting the dents out after the last time.
Hi! My name's Slash. Can I take your order?
Besides, she'd been informed by the boss that the patrons didn't like it when she got her fangs out, nor did they like it when she got her fangs out and twisted around and snapped at the ankle of the foot standing on her tail. Biting the customers was a sackable offence. And she was already down two strikes. No, she'd stay in bot-mode. Even if it flattened her.
Hi! My name's Slash. Can I take your order?
The plus-sized table was pretty high, so she powered up turbo-balance thrusters and compressed her leg springs, and leaped, high up onto the surface, surprising the patrons there. She looked over them, scanning them through her visor, instinctively checking for trouble. Autobots, Decepticons, it didn't matter which; both could be rowdy, especially when drunk. And both could be jerks when sober. Hi! My name's Slash. Can I take your order?
She'd prepared it, she'd memorised it, she'd practised it. But when it filtered down through the language centre of her circuitry, it was slashed to bits, reduced to simplest syntax, gutted of grammar, pronouns, and tense. "My name is Slash" became a basic identifier, "Me: Slash". 'Me Slash take your order?'
'What is your malfunction?' one queried with disdain.
Urge to kill: low. Slash kept her face locked down in a smile as she grated out 'Me have speech impediment. It no affect ability to serve. You want oil?'
'Oh, you're one of those Dinobots!' Scrap.'Aren't you cute!'Slash tried, really tried, to ignore that. 'Me get you two gallons?'Before the second could answer, the first interjected, laughing 'Don't, it'll get tar in our oil.'Well, it might spit it in now. But she insisted, growling, sparks in her processors, 'She take straight from bar.''And spill it on the floor, right?'Urge to kill: rising...
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Post by JazZeke on Sept 25, 2019 21:48:45 GMT -7
I'm sorry, I can't allow something this OP. There's no justification for his creation post-war. And we're looking for more personality-driven profiles, not lists of combat stats. Your sample post doesn't even include anything from the POV of the actual character!
I don't want to chase you off, but I'm going to have to ask you to try again.
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Post by roguesorceress on Sept 26, 2019 19:28:05 GMT -7
I'm sorry, I can't allow something this OP. There's no justification for his creation post-war. And we're looking for more personality-driven profiles, not lists of combat stats. Your sample post doesn't even include anything from the POV of the actual character! I don't want to chase you off, but I'm going to have to ask you to try again. I see. Okay, deleting the character application then.
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Post by kaidashade on Apr 15, 2020 14:13:49 GMT -7
NAME: Mosey HOMEWORLD: Cybertron FUNCTION: Weapon/conbot/problem child ALTERNATE MODE: Revolver pistol HEIGHT: 5ft QUOTE:
STRENGTH: 3 INTELLIGENCE: 6 SPEED: 6 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..."
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Post by JazZeke on Apr 15, 2020 15:18:12 GMT -7
Now, this looks like a character with some potential! I look forward to seeing how he clashes with Qwerk. Approved.
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