Post by The Predaking on Aug 24, 2016 20:26:57 GMT
CANON CHARACTER
BASICS
BASICS
Designation : Predaking
Nicknames: The King
Gender : Mech
Age : 2 - 3 years old, mentally about 40.
Home Planet : Earth
Home City State [ optional ]: The Nemesis
Faction : Predacon - Decepticon
Occupation : Heavy Assault
Abilities : Non.
Ability Description ( optional ) : Non.
APPEARANCE
Optic ( Eye ) Color : Yellow
Primary Paint Color : Brown
Secondary Paint Color [ Optional ]: Silver
Third Color [Optional]: Orange
Height: 40ft
Features:
Alternative Mode:
ARMOR AND WEAPONRY
Armor
Armor Description: Evolved to withstand day to day battle with Cybertron's most dangerous creatures, Predaking's armour can withstand more blunt force trauma than a small cruiser. With stacked layers going half a foot in, only the most potent of blasts can break through or even hope of putting a dent in him, a fully charged fusion cannon blast as an example.
Armor Perks ( optional ): [Limit of two] [Ex: Heavy Duty, x2 Thickness]
- Super-heavy weight
- 4x Strength
Weaponry
There are a bunch of weapons listed here
Primary Weapon: Twin Inferno Blasters.
Description: A set of high powered, "fire ball" blasters, which send out a concentrated blast of super heated plasma, which also explode on impact.
Secondary Weapon : Fire Breath.
Description: Placed in Predaking's chest, there lies a very powerful reactor which powers his massive body, the excess from this machine can be concentrated into a powerful attack; a 2000+ degree blast of pure fire, which also explodes on impact, notice a pattern?
Other Weapons : Non
Description : non.
Gadgets : Extremely advanced homing instincts and Energon detecting sensors.
Melee : Entire body.
Melee Weapon Description (Optional): His body is made up of muscle, spikes and hate.
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 : 10Intelligence : 5
Dexterity : 5
Speed : 5
Endurance : 10
Firepower : 7
Accuracy : 6
Melee : 10
Tech Skill : 2
OTHER
Personality : Loyal without a fault, Predaking will defend his Master and fellow kindred to the bitter end, but he will not tolerate disobedience. Acting refined and civilised while out of combat, he will strut about with his claws clasped behind his straightened back and speak in a tone best served for Kings, but he can turn on a dime. Short tempered and extremely hot headed, any insult, however small, will be taken with the weight of a planet and returned with the force of one. In combat Predaking is an irremovable object with unstoppable force, but any shred of intelligence goes straight out of the window, regardless of how serious the fight may be...
Courage: 10
Charismaa : 4
History ( Optional as some like to make it up as they go along ) : non.
Family ( Optional, some just have none ) : Non, despite the fact many have claimed to be his, "clan".
Strengths :
Only the strongest and most skilled warriors have a hope in defeating him, as any attack dealt to him will merely result in him becoming angrier and, in-turn, stronger. Missiles, bombs, warhammers, swords and even mountains collapsing on him in a plum of fire can do little more than slow him down. Processing the strength required to break the Legendary Forge of Solus Prime, a direct strike from him would be equal to impact explosives. In dragon mode his fire breath can reach temperatures exceeding 2000 degrees, that's hotter than the planet Mercury during daytime, his wingspan from wing-tip to wing-tip is two football fields and can propel him through the air fast enough to keep up with a small scout ship.
Weaknesses :
While his strength and endurance can see him through almost any fight, a literal God the only one to best him in both, the one thing that lets him down is his intelligence. Only a couple notches above rudimentary, advance combat tactics and signals are lost on him, meaning you could practically have a conversation in simple hand signals and he wouldn't know what you were saying. Luring him into a situation better suited to you is easy, a literal cake walk, and getting him to fall into any even slightly concealed traps is just as simple. Head to head, you are not likely to win, but processor to processor? A sparkling could best him on a bad day.
SAMPLE RP
Note that a piece of your history, your journey to Earth for example, could be used.
His body was... Cold. Yes, cold. The air around him still and cool, unwilling to give him heat or allow him to build it up himself. The sky above was equally unwilling, his view of it shrouded in darkness. An attempt at moving was made, long unused motors whirling into life as the creature's titanic body began to stir. A silver claw twitched, tapping against something metal and sending out a ringing song. His eyes opened next, a sudden movement that send out a blazing, yellow light that light up the world around him. What a world it was...
"Specimen #001 has gain consciousnesses, prepare all combat teams and inform High Command."