Post by rustbucket on Jan 7, 2016 17:43:14 GMT
BASICS
Designation : Rust Bucket
Nicknames: Old Rust, Killer Kan, Smith
Gender : Mech
Age : 50's Human Equivalency
Home Planet : Velocitron
Home City State [ optional ]:
Faction : Autobot
Occupation : Frontline Shock Troop/ Smith
Abilities : Thick Skin, Berserker Rage
Ability Description ( optional ) : Thick Skin comes from spending way too long on the front lines and the build up of scar tissue, such as it is on a Cybertronian. Berserker Rage can be brought on by drinking an energon like brew he carries on him before battles, which heightens his prowess and lowers his ability to defend himself.
APPEARANCE
Optic ( Eye ) Color : Green/Red during Berserker
Primary Paint Color : Black
Secondary Paint Color [ Optional ]: Green
Third Color [Optional]: Red
Height: 28 Feet
Features:
- Heavily scarred body and armor, looks appropriate to name.
- Talisman to Solas
Alternative Mode:
If possible, please provide a picture or visual aid! If you can’t you're gonna’ have to write what they look. Minimum of At least a paragraph (five sentences): He's a Rat Rod, as shown in the image picture, big smoke stack, looks like he could be mistaken for a train at times. Often seen in rock and metal music video's and wouldn't look out of place in a Mad Max movie, honestly.
ARMOR AND WEAPONRY
Armor
Armor Description: Describe your character's armor. Bullet Point at least two notable features.
- Thick Skin
- Scars of Time
- x 2 Thickness
- x 1 Intimidation
Weaponry
There are a bunch of weapons listed here
Primary Weapon
Path Blaster (Riot Mode)
Description: Given modification for a wider spread, it is slightly ineffective at longer ranges, but video game deadly in short range.
Secondary Weapon : One old school revolver pistol.
Description: It's a revolver. It goes in circles and blows stuff up.
Other Weapons : N/A
Description :
Gadgets :
Forge Kit for builds, repairs
Several small metal kegs of alien liquor
Solus' Holy Marks x 4
Melee : Forge Hammer: Actual primary weapon, as he is melee oriented.
Melee Weapon Description (Optional): A hammer bearing two marks, one of Solus' and that of a clearly alien species. A massive two handed weapon that is hard to wield, but once it connects, gods be damned it's going leave a mark.
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 : 8Intelligence : 6
Dexterity : 5
Speed : 6
Endurance : 8
Firepower : 5
Accuracy : 5
Melee : 9
Tech Skill : 4
OTHER
Personality :
He can usually best be thought of as phlegmatic. A generally easy going 'Bot who is at home in the fires of the forge and hammering away at new creations of armor, play things, upgrades and every day tools. All in all, he's your typical blacksmith archetype. Which goes double on the battlefield, where his personality changes to choleric and he becomes rather scary.
Courage: 6. 10 in Berserk mode.
Charismaa : 5 (More if people find scars attractive)
History
A proud citizen of the planet Velocitron, he worked and raced happily in the Rodders subfaction (Considered by many in Velocitron to be their noisy, smoke belching and unsophisticated neighbors) to make the most powerful and egregious Rod they could be. Being a Forge Smith and a worshipper of Solus, he is a creator at spark. With Wars Dawn on Velocitrons door, he cued up, an idealistic hope of defeating the Decepticons and rebuilding the fractured race. He turned out to be surprisingly good in the front lines, surviving where others had not. During the wars, he was on guard on a ship that got blasted on to a planet with warring fleshlings. He came to become a protecter of a race called Orcs, learning this was just one form of many. Picking up more of their (mostly) honor bound system and learning of their own gods, he created a replicant of their species hammer, without the powers. This would become his Forge Hammer. He also learned how to unlock the berserker within him, by consuming a certain drink.
He would later be sent back after many generations of war against a great other many species, managing to be in the background as a temporary peace was made. With 'magic' he was allowed back into the universe as a whole. Despite being considered DIA, the Autobots have taken him back and he will try, at the very least try to talk Decepticons down before bringing down the hammer. Having spent generations amongst Orcs has, at the very least, changed his outlook on war. It is necessary, and sometimes, just sometimes, talking will not work and the monster inside must be unleashed. He has had to accept his darker part and will use it and hopes Solus will allow him to work her halls.
Family ( Optional, some just have none ) :
Haven't thought that far yet.
Strengths :
MINIMUM of four bullets ( Full sentences required ).
- A tough old nut, his skin a patchwork of scarring healed and reforged over his body.
- Patient and willing to wait.
- Understands fleshlings quite well due to his past.
- Berserker Rage, which turns up his sheer power drastically.
Weaknesses :
MINIMUM of four bullets (Full sentences required).
- Berserker Rage, makes him reckless and stupid in battle.
- Berserker Rage, should he live through the battle, cool down leaves him open to easy attacks.
- He is slow to action, even when it should be bloody obvious he should take some.
- Diplomatic Solution, trying to talk it out when he should be fighting it out.
- Solus Fanatic: He feels the need to try to repair and build anew everything that has been broken, where other tact and solutions would be better.
SAMPLE RP
Note that a piece of your history, your journey to Earth for example, could be used.
Rust Bucket stood up, looking to where he had landed. He'd been in luck, finding a scan across the great flats. He felt at home in this great desert. Hefting his hammer over his shoulder, he walked through it. It looked untouched by the Decepticons so far, and he could imagine his fellow Rodders enjoying the wide open space. He'd been unable to get a hold of any, for now, but he had gotten the call to come to this Earth. Abounding with life forms of the flesh, he felt he could fit right in. He dropped down and transformed and with a roar that cut through the desert flats, he drove off, dust and smoke from his stack following in his wake.
This was the freedom of the open lands. His freedom and the freedom he'd helped give to the orcs. If time granted, freedom he'd give to any who needed it. For now, he would find these humans, a species he had met along with the orcs and see if he could talk to them.