Post by Sinn on Dec 11, 2015 3:30:14 GMT
BASICS
Designation : Sinddewikks
Nicknames: "that awful thing" "it again!"
Gender : Female
Age : 170,060,030. Very, very old. Maturity varies.
Home Planet : Cybertron
Home City State [ optional ]: Wanders about, afflicting various locals as she sees fit.
Faction : None.
Occupation : Sew chaos. Deface public property. Fight you, probably.
Abilities : Sinddewicks' massive claws are poisonous. The corrosive fluid that clings to them gradually eats through energon-lines and sensitive parts over time, causing bleeding and hemmoraging in the area around the wound, and in delicate areas such as the optics and intake.
Ability Description ( optional ) : Sinndewikks' metal claws exude a viscous green-black fluid. While too weak to eat through armor, it becomes a hazard when it enters the veins, and it has no more certain way of doing so than when it is inserted by a vicious melee-strike. The poison does not have a point of wearing off, per say. It merely circulates through the afflicted mech or femme's systems until all of it has been neutralized in the process of melting the inside of the more sensitive energon-veins, and the area directly around the wound. Not generally deadly unless the target is critically wounded to begin with, the effects ARE extraordinarily painful, and can cause temporary blindness as one's own energon clogs their eyes.
APPEARANCE
Optic ( Eye ) Color : Green
Primary Paint Color : Black
Secondary Paint Color [ Optional ]:
Third Color [Optional]:
Height: 45'
Features:
- Sinndewikk's face features three Emerald-green optics, set in a horizontal line across the faceplate. The creature's armor is heavy, angular, and features a fair number of flanges and points protruding here and there. Extremely old, Sinndewikks is covered with a litany of fine scars. Her face is fairly normal beyond the optics, but features a great deal of armor framing it. Her cheek-bones are extraordinarily angular, her nose upturned, and her chin pointed.
- Sinndewikks is primarily black, featuring highlights of green throughout that are so dark, they almost appear black themselves. Her entire frame is coated in hair-thin, long-healed scars, which appear silver in most lighting. Sinndewikk's body is humanoid from the waist up, but features an arachnid-like lower-half, with a multitude of massive, spidery legs protruding from it. Her hands also feature only three fingers, all of which are very, very sharp.
Alternative Mode:
Sinndewikks lacks an alternate mode. She manages just fine scuttling, thank you. She can, however, crunch herself up into what is basically a locked, airtight ball of metal. While it does not roll or... Do much of anything, it's very tanky, and good for surprising the unobservant and the stupid.
-IMG or GIF HERE-
ARMOR AND WEAPONRY
Armor
Armor Description:
- Sinndewikks is massive. And her armor is massive. Almost a weapon in and of itself, it features a litany of spikes and sharp edges throughout, and more often than not, narrows to a point.
- Sinndewikks' face is normally exposed, but can be covered by a heavy, crowned battle mask that renders her head as durable as the rest of her.
- By virtue of shear size, it's stupidly thick. And hard. We're serious, folks. Not hyperbole. Imagine a nuclear bunker that's actually a rude spider-lady.
- It's also very heavy. Sinndewikks weighs over 50 tons. Smaller bots probably won't be able to budge her very easily. Very useful for blocking doorways, causing vehicles to crash by standing in front of them, and generally engaging in fuckery of every imaginable variety.
Weaponry
There are a bunch of weapons listed here
Primary Weapon
Description: A fairly large flail covered in spikes and linked to an energon-cable, this is the only remotely ranged weapon Sinndewikks carries about. It weighs as much as your S**tty OC does, and hurts quite a bit to be hit with.
Secondary Weapon : Secondary GUN weapon. Again, don't put a melee weapon here.
Description: None.
Other Weapons :
None.
Description : Description of what? The other weapons? No.
Gadgets :
Sinndewikks has been known to carry musical instruments on her person.
Melee :
Enormous claws
Melee Weapon Description (Optional): Every one of the ten limbs Sinndewikks sports terminates in a monstrous claw that narrows to a hair-fine point. Her hands end in three, dexterous, slightly smaller claws.
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 : 9Intelligence : 7
Dexterity : 6
Speed : 4
Endurance : 10
Firepower : NA
Accuracy : 5
Melee : 8
Tech Skill : 4
OTHER
Personality : Sinndewikks isn't a nihilist per say. It isn't that she thinks everyone's goals are stupid. Just those of most of her fellow Cybertronians. A long life has taught her that the results of someone's actions will likely be another fight. In the long line of fights that makes up one war or another. So why engage in intermediary action? Why not just savagely assault whoever you dislike, chase copious amounts of tail-pipe, and learn a new instrument? Sinndewikks loves music. Beautiful stuff.
Courage: 10
On a 1-10 numeric scale.
Charismaa : 8
On a 1-10 numeric scale.
How likeable is your character? How much pull do they have with other people with just their charming personality and chat up lines? Note this should be based on your own, personal, ability to pull people over to your side.
History ( Optional as some like to make it up as they go along ) :
What’s your character’s past? minimum of one paragraphs (five sentences)
Family ( Optional, some just have none ) :
List your character’s family and close friends. State Name, Relationship, and deceased or functional. If Deceased, list how they died.
Strengths :
MINIMUM of four bullets ( Full sentences required ).
- Nice chestplate, face, and waist.
- Very good on most string-instruments. Can also sing.
- Very good at killing people.
- Surprising stealthy for a bot with nearly as much mass as a combiner.
Weaknesses :
MINIMUM of four bullets (Full sentences required).
- Very... Leggy....
- Backside of joints are more lightly armored, and thus more vulnerable, in order to keep flexibility.
- Atrocious on percussion instruments.
- Might be a bit of a pessimist.
SAMPLE RP
Note that a piece of your history, your journey to Earth for example, could be used.
Sinndewikks' jagged black form clung to the ceiling, perfectly still. Around her, the cold, thin, acrid air of Cybertron. Above her, the thick metal she clung to, feet stabbed deep, joints locked. Below, a Decepticon patrol. All of the bots looked up. Or, at the very least, held the ceiling of the massive tunnel within the frame of their vision. None, however, recognized the jagged lump of black metal clinging to the ceiling as an individual. As they passed below her, she unfurled, like some vast crustacean, and dropped, landing with a tremendous noise, a great deal of dust and debris spat out at high speed, and one unfortunate nobody impaled on one of her feet.
"Good afternoon,"
Sinndewikk's tone was conversational. With a twist of the torso and a shift of her enormous legs, she brought a flail to bear, and another Decepticon went flying, the left side of his chest scrapped by the enormous blow. The third and fourth rolled out of the way, firing at Sinndewikk's Stygian underside, and a second pass of the mace tripped one over the cable, but left both frustratingly alive.
"It's impolite not to respond,"
The spider remarked, the features of her faceplate vaguely miffed. With that, she swarmed forward with speed that was surprising for a thing of her mass, and a third Decepticon was floored in his haste to dodge away, dashed across the face by the angular bulk of Sinndewikk's knee. She seized him with one hand, hoisted him in front of her, and popped his arms off at the shoulders, neat as can be. Letting him fall, she moved to the scrambling fourth, and picked him up more neatly.
As his last living comrade bled to death, dis-armed on the ground, rolling about in his own energon, Sinndewikks asked the survivor a question.
"How,"
Her tone was conversational.
"Would you like to learn the fiddle?"