Post by Bladedancer on Jan 19, 2016 14:26:58 GMT
BASICS
Designation : Bladedancer
Nicknames: Blade, Dancer (original, I know)
Gender : Mech
Age : 24 human years old
Home Planet : Velocitron
Home City State [ optional ]: Delta
Faction : Autobots
Occupation : Saboteur/Spy
Abilities : Cloaking
Ability Description ( optional ) : Bladedancer's cloaking works by distorting his outline and changing his color to his surrounding. It's weakness is that it's battery runs out quick and if Bladedancer comes into contact with any liquid the cloaker shuts off from difficulties trying to cloak the liquid.
APPEARANCE
Optic ( Eye ) Color : Green
Primary Paint Color : Black
Secondary Paint Color [ Optional ]: Blue
Third Color [Optional]: Crimson
Height: 15 ft
Features:
- Has a different-sized irises from a injury when he was younger
- Tailpipe in vehicle mode is bent from same injury
Alternative Mode:
ARMOR AND WEAPONRY
Armor
Armor Description: Bladedancer's armor is very thin, and is mostly collected on his chassis and legs, leaving his arms and joints looser but unprotected
- Very light
- Weak
- Light
- Kinetic Armor (Spreads force of impact through armor)
Weaponry
Primary Weapon
Acid-pellet semi-auto rifle
Description: It is a semi-automatic rifle used in both servos which fires acid pellets
Secondary Weapon : Laser pistol
Description: A small, servo-held laser pistol which does basic damage to an opponent
Other Weapons :
N/A
Description : Look above
Gadgets :
Bladedancer is equipped with a basic auto-hacker and a small datastick which can cause computers to overload
Melee : A sickle-sword which has a curve from the tip to around the lower end of the blade [Khopesh]
Melee Weapon Description (Optional): The Khopesh is a sword from Ancient Egypt's past that was used as a weapon for close-combat soldiers. It may have also had a ceremonial use.
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 : 4Intelligence : 6
Dexterity : 6
Speed : 8
Endurance : 4
Firepower : 6
Accuracy : 6
Melee : 5
Tech Skill : 6
OTHER
Personality :
Bladedancer is a two-faced kind of mech. On the outside, he's a cocky, teasing speek-freak. Alone, he is a quiet individual who doesn't do much except be depressed at his past choices. He feels like people hating him makes him a better mech. He has a fond love for history and had wanted to be an archivist before his chose those past choices. He likes polishing himself.
Courage: 6
Charisma : 4
History ( Optional as some like to make it up as they go along ) : Bladedancer was always a delinquent back on Velocitron. He didn't care about anything unless it caused trouble or it got him out of trouble. He became part of a gang who mostly liked to force other bots into races. One night he and the gang decided to raid some warehouses for some new parts that would make them go faster. They were caught by security and tried to fight them off, but got off-lined for their troubles. Bladedancer was the only one to survive, and was able to stay out of prison by doing job after job for the owners of that warehouse. Bladedancer got a small ship to check out a planet named Earth for any raw minerals. The thing is, the ship had a bomb in it that blew out the engines when Dancer got close, because the owner wanted to "let him go" but didn't want any chance of Blade coming back, so he decided a wrecked scouting ship was better than a vengeful bot. Dancer was lucky enough to fall into a freshwater lake, but went into stasis-lock from the impact. He stayed in that crashed ship Primus knows how long, until he was saved by the Autobots.
Family ( Optional, some just have none ) : Close friends: Demo, Jetstream, and Icarus: All off-lined in the warehouse incident.
Strengths :
-Bladedancer can hide his feelings well
-He can seduce bots into doing simple things
-He is extremely fast
-He has a basic knowledge of some Earth cultures
Weaknesses :
-Bladedancer is extremely depressed to the point of apathy for everything
-His armor is very thin
-He wants other bots to hate him
-He has a minor problem with energon addiction
SAMPLE RP
"Always the same attitude." Blade muttered to himself, "Complain about having to fly to a far-off world. Some bots would wish for that, yet you have to complain. You could be fighting in some gladiatorial pit for The Merchant (the owner of the warehouses who didn't want to share his name), but you're lucky enough to just go on scouting missions. This is a nice planet, lots of green and blue. But it still doesn't look like Velocitron. Anyway, where are some sweet min-" Bladedancer was jerked out of his musings by a muffled explosion behind him. "Primus! What the Pit?!" He yelled. Suddenly, a familiar faceplate popped up on his ship's HUD. It was the faceplate of Bad Company, Bladedancer's "handler" for the missions he had. "Dancer, anything wrong?" He asked in a calm tone. "There was just an explosion behind me!" Dancer exclaimed, standing up from his chair. "Yes" Company said, "About that. The Merchant wants to let you go..." "What the frag do you mean let me go?!" "He want's you off-line, and Earth's the place it's going to be!" Suddenly, the ship started to tip forward, aiming towards the planet. "That must be the cause of the bomb exploding the engine" Bad Company mused, grinning. Bladedancer was furious, leaning down to the panel. "I'm gonna survive this slag, and I'm coming after you and everyone you love!" Blade breathed through gritted grills. "No, no you won't...I'm sorry, but we had to. You were a loose cannon" BC said, ending his sentence by turning off his side of the hologram. The ship jerked forward, starting to go forward to the Earth. "No!" Bladedancer yelled, getting back in his seat and pulling the control stick to him as far as he could. The ship started to build up speed, turning into a speeding pellet towards the ground. Bladedancer tried to pull the stick back farther, but it was already as far as it could go. Dancer quietly prayed to Primus, before seeing one of the greatest sights he could ever see. The ship was headed straight for a large area of water surrounded by the land. Blade tried to aim as straight as he could at the middle of the large lake. Just before impact, Bladedancer uttered one thing. "Always the same attitude..."
"Always the same attitude." Blade muttered to himself, "Complain about having to fly to a far-off world. Some bots would wish for that, yet you have to complain. You could be fighting in some gladiatorial pit for The Merchant (the owner of the warehouses who didn't want to share his name), but you're lucky enough to just go on scouting missions. This is a nice planet, lots of green and blue. But it still doesn't look like Velocitron. Anyway, where are some sweet min-" Bladedancer was jerked out of his musings by a muffled explosion behind him. "Primus! What the Pit?!" He yelled. Suddenly, a familiar faceplate popped up on his ship's HUD. It was the faceplate of Bad Company, Bladedancer's "handler" for the missions he had. "Dancer, anything wrong?" He asked in a calm tone. "There was just an explosion behind me!" Dancer exclaimed, standing up from his chair. "Yes" Company said, "About that. The Merchant wants to let you go..." "What the frag do you mean let me go?!" "He want's you off-line, and Earth's the place it's going to be!" Suddenly, the ship started to tip forward, aiming towards the planet. "That must be the cause of the bomb exploding the engine" Bad Company mused, grinning. Bladedancer was furious, leaning down to the panel. "I'm gonna survive this slag, and I'm coming after you and everyone you love!" Blade breathed through gritted grills. "No, no you won't...I'm sorry, but we had to. You were a loose cannon" BC said, ending his sentence by turning off his side of the hologram. The ship jerked forward, starting to go forward to the Earth. "No!" Bladedancer yelled, getting back in his seat and pulling the control stick to him as far as he could. The ship started to build up speed, turning into a speeding pellet towards the ground. Bladedancer tried to pull the stick back farther, but it was already as far as it could go. Dancer quietly prayed to Primus, before seeing one of the greatest sights he could ever see. The ship was headed straight for a large area of water surrounded by the land. Blade tried to aim as straight as he could at the middle of the large lake. Just before impact, Bladedancer uttered one thing. "Always the same attitude..."