Post by TG-Mourn || TG-Cackler on Jul 13, 2015 9:48:50 GMT
BASICS
Designation {:: Reverb
Nicknames: Mourn
Gender {:: mech
Age {:: mid-late forties {human terms}
Home Planet {:: Cybertron
Home City State: Aeor {headcanon Cybertronian city}
Faction {:: Decepticon
Occupation {:: battle tactician|psychoanalyst
Abilities {:: n/a
Ability Description {:: n/a
APPEARANCE
Optic ( Eye ) Color {::
crimson
Primary Paint Color {::
gold
Secondary Paint Color {::
black
Third Color {::
dark grey
Height {:: 23 ft.
Features {:: {:
- tall and slender; has a thin, agile frame with sharp features, pointed digits, peds, and numerous sharp armor pieces
- well-kept finish is nearly always buffed between battles- posture and demeanor reflect that of a higher officer's
Alternative Mode {::
ARMOR AND WEAPONRY
Armor
Armor Description {::
- light-weight, but durable and compact; made for superior agility, without unnecessarily sacrificing strength
- sharp, pointed armor pieces are often used as a double in combat, and can be lethal if used effectively
Weaponry
Primary Weapon {:: Executioner's Glee
Description: Executioner's Glee: a high-precision, high discharge energy rifle, so named for its use in execution-style final shots on downed opponents. His primary weapon has a massive cool down time, and overheats immediately after every shot, making it impractical for use in firefights.
Secondary Weapon {:: dual energy pistols
Description: His secondary weapons are two standard grade energy pistols made for close-range combat with a high firing rate; they overheat easily, but have a relatively short cool-down time.
Other Weapons {:: n/a
Gadgets {:: n/a
Melee {:: dual rapiers
Melee Weapon Description : His melee weapons are two identical rapiers which he wields independently under normal combat conditions. In more intense situations, Mourn dual-wields both rapiers at once if he feels it to be necessary.
TECH SPECS
Note: This is based off a 1 to 10 scale. One is the lowest, ten is the highest.
LIMITED TO 60 POINTS TOTAL.
Strength {:: 8Intelligence {:: 9
Dexterity {:: 7
Speed {:: 7
Endurance {:: 7
Firepower {:: 5
Accuracy {:: 8
Melee {:: 8
Tech Skill {:: 1
OTHER
Personality {::
Not the type of mech you want to get too buddy-buddy with, Mourn's cunning is perhaps only matched by his treachery. He holds himself to no moral code, and would just as soon stab the back of his oldest friend as he would a perfect stranger, were it convenient enough. Ultimately selfish and entirely self-centered, Mourn lacks any regard for the well-being of others- but at the same time, doesn't allow his selfishness to show outwardly. Constantly wearing a 'disguise' so as not to betray his more ill-willed self, Mourn outwardly appears to be very kind, understanding, and logical. He effortlessly fits into any social group among his fellow Decepticons, quite the 'social butterfly,' but in reality his social interactions are strategic maneuvers in the Decepticon ranks to boost his own credit in order to further his secret agendas to rise in the ranks one day and achieve a position of prominence.
Courage {:: 5
Charisma {:: 9
History {:: n/a
Family {:: n/a
Strengths {::
- A highly capable strategist and tactician, he is extremely skilled in leading others during combat.
- His teamwork with his partner, the demolitionist Cackler, is superb; the two are a force to be reckoned with in battle.
- Mourn rarely underestimates his enemies, whether in the enemy faction, or even within his own faction.
- He makes friends easily with his suave sociability, and rarely, if ever, gets on bots' down sides unless he means to do so.
- Capable of performing advanced calculations in his processor, he can easily run probable outcomes of battles and influence the outcome according to the more desirable end-game.
- His thin, agile frame isn't built for high impact combat; abrasive weapons are highly effective against him.
- With its excessively long cool down time, Mourn's primary firearm is terrible in anything other than one-on-one conflicts with the enemy.
- He sometimes allows his ambition to blind him, and gets himself into trouble with higher authorities, 'biting off more than he can chew.'
- While skilled in combat, Mourn is unfortunately ill equipped for lone combat, and does best when supported by fellow Decepticons.
SAMPLE RP
"Is that so," he spoke quietly, shaking his helm disappointingly. The slender mech's communication relay made a muffled clicking noise as he closed the channel. "Mmm... I expected better from you," Mourn spoke, his faceplates' expression remaining entirely blank- expressionless.
A mech lied before him, bound by his wrists and ankles in stasis cuffs, writhing uncomfortably and making small, pathetic whimpering noises. His blue optics were wide with fear, darting sporadically from Mourn's cold features to the instrument in his servo. Mourn was carrying one of the many torture devices located in the room, the rest strewn out neatly on an old, energon-stained table behind him.
"My sources tell me that you lied," Mourn continued, his toneless voice matching his unreadable, emotionless facial expression. "Tsk, it's a shame." He slid closer to the bound mech, who writhed in a panic, trying to break free from his stasis cuffs. His whimpering was muffled, and one might have thought that the mech was gagged somehow... if they hadn't seen from the trail of energon trickling from his broken jaw that his vocalizer had been ripped from his body and removed through his intake. Mourn leaned down, staring into the horrified mech's optics. His own were crimson red, and the look they held was nearly as intimidating as the mech's slow, regal movements; cold. Calculated. Efficient. That was how Mourn killed.
He didn't waste his time any longer.
"The thing I hate most, ironically enough, is liars," and with those softly spoken words, the torture device was destroyed. Plunged deeply into one of the pathetic, bound mech's optics, it pierced straight through to his processor, sparking- frizzing as its electrical components blew up inside of his helm, instantly offlining him.
A mech lied before him, bound by his wrists and ankles in stasis cuffs, writhing uncomfortably and making small, pathetic whimpering noises. His blue optics were wide with fear, darting sporadically from Mourn's cold features to the instrument in his servo. Mourn was carrying one of the many torture devices located in the room, the rest strewn out neatly on an old, energon-stained table behind him.
"My sources tell me that you lied," Mourn continued, his toneless voice matching his unreadable, emotionless facial expression. "Tsk, it's a shame." He slid closer to the bound mech, who writhed in a panic, trying to break free from his stasis cuffs. His whimpering was muffled, and one might have thought that the mech was gagged somehow... if they hadn't seen from the trail of energon trickling from his broken jaw that his vocalizer had been ripped from his body and removed through his intake. Mourn leaned down, staring into the horrified mech's optics. His own were crimson red, and the look they held was nearly as intimidating as the mech's slow, regal movements; cold. Calculated. Efficient. That was how Mourn killed.
He didn't waste his time any longer.
"The thing I hate most, ironically enough, is liars," and with those softly spoken words, the torture device was destroyed. Plunged deeply into one of the pathetic, bound mech's optics, it pierced straight through to his processor, sparking- frizzing as its electrical components blew up inside of his helm, instantly offlining him.