Post by TG-Cryo Buster || TG-Cruor on Jul 18, 2015 0:48:14 GMT
BASICS
Designation {:: Outburst
Nicknames: Cruor, "Lady Death," "Princess of The Broken Sparks"
Gender {:: femme
Age {:: early-mid twenties {human terms}
Home Planet {:: Cybertron
Home City State: Loer {head-canon Cybertronian city}
Faction {:: other
Occupation {:: tormentor|professional interrogator
Abilities {:: enhanced senses and reflexes
Ability Description {:: with special implants in her processor, Cruor is in posession of highly enhanced senses- primarily: sight, hearing, and reflexes. She has a highly acute sense of balance, and therefore does not get dizzy as easily as others do, able to complete extreme acrobatic feats with much less effort than it would take others to do. These more acute senses, when paired with her incredibly agile, flexible chassis, allow her to pull off feats that others would consider extremely risky. At the same time, however, her enhanced senses cause stress to her processor; loud noises easily give her helm aches, busy, bright, overwhelming lighting does likewise, and this often results in Cruor having to take long rest periods between periods of extensive use of her abilities. Therefore, her acrobatic feats must be spread far apart, or else she'll overextend herself and run the risk of exhausting her body to critical levels.
APPEARANCE
Optic ( Eye ) Color {::
white
Primary Paint Color {::
light grey
Secondary Paint Color {::
black
Third Color {::
red
Height {:: 22.5 ft.
Features {::
- nondescript, plain light grey frame that's thin and slender, as well as highly flexible; almost appears anorexic
- due to cloak filled with the sparks of her fallen enemies {and friends} and her sinister, smiling mask, she almost always seems to be smiling- laughing- and seems to be hovering, making her very ghastly
Alternative Mode {::
ARMOR AND WEAPONRY
Armor
Armor Description {::
- thin, light-weight armor maximizes maneuverability and agility, providing limited protection from projectile weaponry
- energy weapons easily pierce armor if they're able to get past the protection of Cruor's experimental energy-resistant fabric cloak
- advanced, experimental energy-resistant fabric cloak; provides limited protection from energy weapons, though not at all immune to tearing from excessive physical force- weak when compared to any type of metal
- black and white painted mask is made of another experimental material that is highly resistant to blunt force and collision, giving her faceplate added protection from blunt force- especially useful in headbutting opponents, but useful for little else
Weaponry
Primary Weapon {:: n/a
Description: n/a
Secondary Weapon {:: n/a
Description: n/a
Other Weapons {:: throwing knives {numerous}
Description: Cruor's only ranged weapons are her throwing knives. These knives come in all manner of shapes and sizes, including straight-edge blades, curved blades, blades with serrated edges, blades without, etc. She keeps them hidden in her cloak alongside her collection of dead sparks where they're out of reach and out of sight from others.
Gadgets {:: spark indicator
Description: a variant of the spark-sight processor implant ship, the spark indicator is a much more primitive, though still useful, anti-cloaking device. The spark indicator identifies highly concentrated sources of CNA {primarily- Cybertronian sparks}, and when activated, sends out a quiet beeping signal for every spark in the immediate vicinity. The pitch and tone of the beeping varies from spark to spark and CNA sample to CNA sample, allowing only finely tuned audials to pick up on the differences between sparks. The spark indicator does not, however, tell the user where a spark is located, and the range is extremely limited, encompassing only one small room- such as someone's personal quarters. Spark indicators can be negated, as well, by a special implant known as a spark dampener, which masks a Cybertronian's CNA signature from the device entirely, given the right settings have been applied.
Melee {:: Pattern Blade
Melee Weapon Description: The Pattern Blade: a razor sharp handle-less ax blade attached to a chain in flail-styled fashion, often used to keep opponents at a distance while dealing maximum damage to them physically. In close quarters combat- especially in confined spaces where the enemy's movement is limited- this weapon can have devastating effect on Cruor's opponents. Cruor has two handle-less ax blades she uses, and can replace one with the other on her chains if she happens to lose one.
TECH SPECS
Note: This is based off a 1 to 10 scale. One is the lowest, then is the highest.
LIMITED TO 60 POINTS TOTAL.
Strength {:: 3Intelligence {:: 7
Dexterity {:: 10
Speed {:: 8
Endurance {:: 4
Firepower {:: 1
Accuracy {:: 9
Melee {:: 10
Tech Skill {:: 1
OTHER
Personality {::
Cruor is perhaps the most inconsistent, unpredictable Cybertronian femme alive. One moment she'll be laughing her aft off at the most random of things, and the next she'll be in full berserker mode, looking to take someone's helm for a simple, unoffensive jest. Despite being unpredictable, however, Cruor is often highly sociable and extremely charismatic, able to carry on conversations about seemingly menial, tedious, and boring subjects. On good days, her mental and emotional instability is masked by a very kind, sweetly disposed, almost innocent femme. However, because of being prone to violent outbursts, Cruor is almost never able to make or keep friends- or for that matter, even allies- making her a dangerous wild-card with no loyalty to any organized group or faction. Anyone able to pull off the miracle of befriending this mad femme should probably rethink their lives.
Courage {:: 10
Charisma {:: 8
History {:: n/a
Family {:: n/a
Strengths {::
- She is a highly resilient femme, and hardly anything shakes her. Her stern disposition gives her an added advantage in battle; it's difficult to distract her from the task she's set out for herself during combat.
- Highly efficient in close-quarters combat, keeping her opponents at just far enough of a distance to easily dispatch them with her flail-like ax blade, Cruor's agility and skill set makes her a demon in confined spaces, as well as highly elusive to capture.
- Her intelligence is nearly entirely devoted to analyzing the personalities of others, and she is adept at finding, isolating, and taking advantage of her opponents' weaknesses- whether they be physical, or emotional.
- With advanced, experimental equipment, her cloak and mask not only give her an intimidating appearance, often unnerving her enemies, but they also provide her with some limited additional protection for her considerably fragile frame.
Weaknesses {::
- Emotionally and mentally unstable, Cruor's high focus can be turned against her when opponents force her to be subject to particularly sensitive subjects, such as cruel experimentation and torture. Her unpredictable mood swings can also make her either excellent or terrible in combat, sometimes effecting her efficiency on the battlefield.
- Built entirely for close-range combat, Cruor is terribly vulnerable to projectile weapons- especially ballistic weapons. Her cloak is the one and only protection she has from energy based projectile weapons; explosives deal high amount of damage.
- Fragile frame ill-suited for blunt force impacts, her armor protects her little, and can easily be ripped through should someone strong enough be able to get a hold of her.
- Her throwing knives are her only mid-range weapon, and she has no long-range weapons, making her incapable of fighting bots from a far distance.
SAMPLE RP
Chains writhed around corpses like the tendrils of a leviathan. Sporadic movements, unpredictably lashing out against the carcasses of offlined mechs and femmes, ripping into them on occasion when they'd been pulled tightly enough. At the end of the twisted, grotesque assortment was a single femme. Cruor had been sitting around the site of this Cybertronian massacre for a long time now. Too long, almost, as it seemed that such an extended period of time with nothing but the company of offlined bots would have turned someone insane... it was good for her, then, that she had crossed that path long before now. As she trotted off, waltzing ever so cheerily over the rusting, decayed chassis of fallen Cybertronians, the echoing sound of her loud, shrill, maniacal laughter drifted off into the night.