Post by Cpt.Zoliv on Dec 21, 2014 1:42:18 GMT
(( I'm getting SO mad at this! ))
Designation:
Zoliverous Anchor
Nicknames:
Captain Zoliv, Zoliv
Gender:
Male
Age:
45 in human years
Home Planet:
Cybertron
[Optional]Home City State: Slaughter City
Faction: Pirate
Rank:
Captain of his own ship
Occupation:
Bandito
Appearance: Wearing more paint chips and scratches than there are stars in the galaxy, Zoliv's worn frame sports thick limbs and wide shoulders. With the added bonus of being just above the standard height for his build, he uses his rather imposing stature to loom over his co-hoards and command a dominate presence among any group he pushes himself into. Although he may be an old pirate, two words which hardly ever go together, he doesn't share a lot of the features one would expect from someone from his slice of life. With two exceptions. On his helm lays a large, black hat with a single red feather poking out from the tower. Curved upward at the edge slightly as to not obstruct his view, one would not expect hats to come in Cybertronian size, but Zoliv managed to find one... The other major feature he shares with fellow pirates is his left leg. Severed just below the knee, keeping the joint intact, a long, barrel-like replacement rests in place of the actual leg. Be it a constant reminder of his failure, or just something cool to look at, the makeshift prosthetic continues to stay apart of him.
Armor:
Armor Description:
Zoliv's armour is made up of several layers, each designed to protect against a different form of attack. The first layer is practically pure lead, shielding him from any radioactive weapons or devices, although it is not thick enough to defend against extremely high volumes. The second layer is a substance best described as sponge. Able to withstand blunt force with ease, the gelly stops dents and bumps from marking his frame, keeping transformation smooth and easy. The third is a mix of tungsten and steel, giving him fire resistance and a small edge against laser weaponry. One more thing about Zoliv's armour is his helm. Extremely round and smooth, it's a surprise his hat stays on honestly, the thing that makes this notable is the fact it is neigh unbreakable. Made from elements unknown to even the most advanced races, nothing short a planet crashing into this thing can crack it.
Armor Perks: x2 Thickness, High General Resistance
Optic Color:
Green
Primary Paint Color: Dark Green
Secondary Paint Color:
Black
[Optional]Thirdary Color:
Silver with a blue tinge
Height:
28ft
Alternative Mode: Heavy Duty Cybertronian Uni-wing Bomber
Build: Bulky but unusually light in terms of weight
Weaponry:
Primary Weapon: Six-Shooter Shotgun
Primary Weapon Perks: Armour Penetration, Repaid-Fire
Secondary Weapon:
Cutlass
Secondary Weapon Perks: Armour Penetration, Quick-Strikes
Other Weapons:
80mm ''Peg-Leg Cannon'' (Think anti-tank)
Other Weapon Perks: Explosive Shells
Gadgets:
Built-in Control Panel, Long Range Scanners
Melee:
Fists, Knees, Helm
Melee Weapon Perks: Hammer Fists
Tech Specs:
Intelligence:
7
Dexterity:
7
Speed:
5
Endurance:
8
Courage:
9
Firepower:
9
Accuracy:
6
Melee:
7
Tech Skill:
8
Charsima:
10
Rank:
10
Personality With his hands clasped behind his straight back, chin raised and lips curled into a ever-so slight smile, Zoliv is your textbook definition of classy. Speaking with a posh accent, practised in front of the mirror daily, charm practically rolls off of his guy's shoulders as he tells you grand stories of his adventures through space, starting with how he discovered a race of techno-organics all the way up to how two warring nations came to peace just by looking at him. All the while eyeing up your loot... A crafty individual, his endless craving for money drives him to try and con anyone he crosses. Sometimes he will be sneaky and quiet, others he was be blunt and steal right in front of you, most of the time he just points his ship's cannons at you and demands loot. However, when he is without his ship or crew, Zoliv becomes a very different person... Speaking in the tone you'd expect from a pirate, rushed and slurred slightly, he wastes no time being charming and simply gets to the point. Point being a shotgun barrel in your face and an out-stretched hand awaiting your shines...
During combat yet another side of him breaks free, this side being more like a caged animal than any gentleman... Snarling, growling and refusing to give in, Zoliv's only instinct is to kill the people closest to him. Restraining himself only when faced with his allies, he cares little for pain or pleasure as he guts any who dared get in his way. That way being the one that leads him to the wretch who caused him this much anger...
History: Born into the crime infested streets of Slaughter City, Zoliv barely survived his beginnings with the murderous mechs strolling around along with the ever constant threat of being thrown into the closest factory. But despite his slim odds, the small little sparkling managed to make his way through life, dodging death on multiple occasions with nothing but his wits to save him. However he procured energon cubes, he did not care. However he found the money to buy his first gun, he did not care. Whenever he was forced to pull that trigger and end the life of a fellow Cybertronian, he did not care...
On his twentieth birthday, in human years, Zoliv joined the massing crowd of people in the centre of town. There, through the many bodies in front of him, he saw a group of oddly coloured soldiers, if he was to hazard a guess, all standing around a stage of some sorts. Now at this point Zoliv had no idea who Megatron was, only that he was some gladiator from Kaon. Half listening in on the conversations around him, the young mech's attention was suddenly drawn to the stage. A large, faceless mech had taken stage, raising his arms and then lowering them and in turn silencing the crowd. Without saying a word, the strangely blocky Cybertronian stepped off to the side, turning sideways and looking towards the back of the stand. Then, with plodding footsteps that shook Zoliv to his very core, the gleaming silver of polished armour filled his optics.
Joining the ranks of the Decepticon revolutionaries instantly after the speech, Zoliv followed the group as they travelled from city to city, picking more followers with each visit. Before he even knew where he was, Zoliverous Anchor found himself at the gates of Iacon, their stunning appearance halting him as he stared at their glow. A small pat on his back ushered him forward through the now opening gates, the rest of Iacon's glowing streets greeting his green optics as he strode in with the crowd. Over the next few weeks, Zoliv stayed in an apartment building with a few others, paid for in advance apparently, whilst Megatron readied to speak with the council. On the forth week there, the previous three just spent sight seeing, Zoliv gathered with the crowds outside the Council building, watching as Megatron made his final speech before entering with his advisor.
During the war, Zoliv was pushed into Megatron's growing fleet. Starting out as nothing but a grunt cleaning the halls, he made his way through the ranks before ending up as Captain of his own ship. Through the use of misinformation and trickery, he ended up with one of Megatron's newest ships. Fresh off the factory line, Zoliverous found himself at the helm of the most advanced ship he ever seen. Almost two miles long and half a mile wide, this thing sported more guns than he had bolts on his frame. From his years as a street rat, he instantly saw something, a chance to get away from the war, murder and live a free life. So he took it. Gaining the support of his first mate, pilot and a few other key members, he decided to put his plan into action. Summoning anyone truly loyal to the cause to the bridge, Zoliv pushed the workers out, leaving just the loyalists and himself in that room. Half a cycle later, the newly minted Pirate Captain Zoliverous Anchor exited that room, left leg cut off at the knee and helm practically cut in half....
Family:
Non he cares to remember.
Strengths: In combat he is a tactical magician, targeting the weak, defenceless and using terror tactics to ensure his opponent breaks before he really has to start trying. Through his years of piracy, the act of sword fighting has become second nature to him: Able to take on multiple fighters at once, his use of chaining range attacks into his blade movements has ensured his victory on many occasions. With the added bonus of his peg-leg cannon providing support in the form of surprise and awe, his ability to use the weapon as a form of jump pad has devastated even the most proficient warriors.
Weaknesses: Break his sword, survive his moral attacks and dodge his limited number of rounds and you're more then likely going to beat him. Something of a one-trick pony, Zoliv's attack and defence relies on his sword for everything, break it in half or even bend it slightly and you're going to have an edge. Outside of combat he is a calculating person with a one tracked mind; Loot. Anything worth anything is going to be sought after by him, be it simple gold or enough energon cubes to power his ship for years. This constant urge for wealth is quite easily exploitable, dig up some energon, hide your energy signals and wait a while, Zoliv will come.
Other:
The Captain of his own ship comes with a few perks... (I'll post a link to my ship's character sheet when I make it, seeing as that thing is a character in of itself.)
Designation:
Zoliverous Anchor
Nicknames:
Captain Zoliv, Zoliv
Gender:
Male
Age:
45 in human years
Home Planet:
Cybertron
[Optional]Home City State: Slaughter City
Faction: Pirate
Rank:
Captain of his own ship
Occupation:
Bandito
Appearance: Wearing more paint chips and scratches than there are stars in the galaxy, Zoliv's worn frame sports thick limbs and wide shoulders. With the added bonus of being just above the standard height for his build, he uses his rather imposing stature to loom over his co-hoards and command a dominate presence among any group he pushes himself into. Although he may be an old pirate, two words which hardly ever go together, he doesn't share a lot of the features one would expect from someone from his slice of life. With two exceptions. On his helm lays a large, black hat with a single red feather poking out from the tower. Curved upward at the edge slightly as to not obstruct his view, one would not expect hats to come in Cybertronian size, but Zoliv managed to find one... The other major feature he shares with fellow pirates is his left leg. Severed just below the knee, keeping the joint intact, a long, barrel-like replacement rests in place of the actual leg. Be it a constant reminder of his failure, or just something cool to look at, the makeshift prosthetic continues to stay apart of him.
Armor:
Armor Description:
Zoliv's armour is made up of several layers, each designed to protect against a different form of attack. The first layer is practically pure lead, shielding him from any radioactive weapons or devices, although it is not thick enough to defend against extremely high volumes. The second layer is a substance best described as sponge. Able to withstand blunt force with ease, the gelly stops dents and bumps from marking his frame, keeping transformation smooth and easy. The third is a mix of tungsten and steel, giving him fire resistance and a small edge against laser weaponry. One more thing about Zoliv's armour is his helm. Extremely round and smooth, it's a surprise his hat stays on honestly, the thing that makes this notable is the fact it is neigh unbreakable. Made from elements unknown to even the most advanced races, nothing short a planet crashing into this thing can crack it.
Armor Perks: x2 Thickness, High General Resistance
Optic Color:
Green
Primary Paint Color: Dark Green
Secondary Paint Color:
Black
[Optional]Thirdary Color:
Silver with a blue tinge
Height:
28ft
Alternative Mode: Heavy Duty Cybertronian Uni-wing Bomber
Build: Bulky but unusually light in terms of weight
Weaponry:
Primary Weapon: Six-Shooter Shotgun
Primary Weapon Perks: Armour Penetration, Repaid-Fire
Secondary Weapon:
Cutlass
Secondary Weapon Perks: Armour Penetration, Quick-Strikes
Other Weapons:
80mm ''Peg-Leg Cannon'' (Think anti-tank)
Other Weapon Perks: Explosive Shells
Gadgets:
Built-in Control Panel, Long Range Scanners
Melee:
Fists, Knees, Helm
Melee Weapon Perks: Hammer Fists
Tech Specs:
Intelligence:
7
Dexterity:
7
Speed:
5
Endurance:
8
Courage:
9
Firepower:
9
Accuracy:
6
Melee:
7
Tech Skill:
8
Charsima:
10
Rank:
10
Personality With his hands clasped behind his straight back, chin raised and lips curled into a ever-so slight smile, Zoliv is your textbook definition of classy. Speaking with a posh accent, practised in front of the mirror daily, charm practically rolls off of his guy's shoulders as he tells you grand stories of his adventures through space, starting with how he discovered a race of techno-organics all the way up to how two warring nations came to peace just by looking at him. All the while eyeing up your loot... A crafty individual, his endless craving for money drives him to try and con anyone he crosses. Sometimes he will be sneaky and quiet, others he was be blunt and steal right in front of you, most of the time he just points his ship's cannons at you and demands loot. However, when he is without his ship or crew, Zoliv becomes a very different person... Speaking in the tone you'd expect from a pirate, rushed and slurred slightly, he wastes no time being charming and simply gets to the point. Point being a shotgun barrel in your face and an out-stretched hand awaiting your shines...
During combat yet another side of him breaks free, this side being more like a caged animal than any gentleman... Snarling, growling and refusing to give in, Zoliv's only instinct is to kill the people closest to him. Restraining himself only when faced with his allies, he cares little for pain or pleasure as he guts any who dared get in his way. That way being the one that leads him to the wretch who caused him this much anger...
History: Born into the crime infested streets of Slaughter City, Zoliv barely survived his beginnings with the murderous mechs strolling around along with the ever constant threat of being thrown into the closest factory. But despite his slim odds, the small little sparkling managed to make his way through life, dodging death on multiple occasions with nothing but his wits to save him. However he procured energon cubes, he did not care. However he found the money to buy his first gun, he did not care. Whenever he was forced to pull that trigger and end the life of a fellow Cybertronian, he did not care...
On his twentieth birthday, in human years, Zoliv joined the massing crowd of people in the centre of town. There, through the many bodies in front of him, he saw a group of oddly coloured soldiers, if he was to hazard a guess, all standing around a stage of some sorts. Now at this point Zoliv had no idea who Megatron was, only that he was some gladiator from Kaon. Half listening in on the conversations around him, the young mech's attention was suddenly drawn to the stage. A large, faceless mech had taken stage, raising his arms and then lowering them and in turn silencing the crowd. Without saying a word, the strangely blocky Cybertronian stepped off to the side, turning sideways and looking towards the back of the stand. Then, with plodding footsteps that shook Zoliv to his very core, the gleaming silver of polished armour filled his optics.
Joining the ranks of the Decepticon revolutionaries instantly after the speech, Zoliv followed the group as they travelled from city to city, picking more followers with each visit. Before he even knew where he was, Zoliverous Anchor found himself at the gates of Iacon, their stunning appearance halting him as he stared at their glow. A small pat on his back ushered him forward through the now opening gates, the rest of Iacon's glowing streets greeting his green optics as he strode in with the crowd. Over the next few weeks, Zoliv stayed in an apartment building with a few others, paid for in advance apparently, whilst Megatron readied to speak with the council. On the forth week there, the previous three just spent sight seeing, Zoliv gathered with the crowds outside the Council building, watching as Megatron made his final speech before entering with his advisor.
During the war, Zoliv was pushed into Megatron's growing fleet. Starting out as nothing but a grunt cleaning the halls, he made his way through the ranks before ending up as Captain of his own ship. Through the use of misinformation and trickery, he ended up with one of Megatron's newest ships. Fresh off the factory line, Zoliverous found himself at the helm of the most advanced ship he ever seen. Almost two miles long and half a mile wide, this thing sported more guns than he had bolts on his frame. From his years as a street rat, he instantly saw something, a chance to get away from the war, murder and live a free life. So he took it. Gaining the support of his first mate, pilot and a few other key members, he decided to put his plan into action. Summoning anyone truly loyal to the cause to the bridge, Zoliv pushed the workers out, leaving just the loyalists and himself in that room. Half a cycle later, the newly minted Pirate Captain Zoliverous Anchor exited that room, left leg cut off at the knee and helm practically cut in half....
Family:
Non he cares to remember.
Strengths: In combat he is a tactical magician, targeting the weak, defenceless and using terror tactics to ensure his opponent breaks before he really has to start trying. Through his years of piracy, the act of sword fighting has become second nature to him: Able to take on multiple fighters at once, his use of chaining range attacks into his blade movements has ensured his victory on many occasions. With the added bonus of his peg-leg cannon providing support in the form of surprise and awe, his ability to use the weapon as a form of jump pad has devastated even the most proficient warriors.
Weaknesses: Break his sword, survive his moral attacks and dodge his limited number of rounds and you're more then likely going to beat him. Something of a one-trick pony, Zoliv's attack and defence relies on his sword for everything, break it in half or even bend it slightly and you're going to have an edge. Outside of combat he is a calculating person with a one tracked mind; Loot. Anything worth anything is going to be sought after by him, be it simple gold or enough energon cubes to power his ship for years. This constant urge for wealth is quite easily exploitable, dig up some energon, hide your energy signals and wait a while, Zoliv will come.
Other:
The Captain of his own ship comes with a few perks... (I'll post a link to my ship's character sheet when I make it, seeing as that thing is a character in of itself.)