Post by Porrim on Oct 23, 2016 3:23:46 GMT
BASICS
Designation : Porrim Pax
Nicknames: Porrim
Gender : Femme
Faction : Decepticon
Occupation :
Cybertronian Police- Forensic Mortician and Scientist (previous function)
Interrogator/Medic (current function)
Personality :
Porrim Pax is a taciturn and intelligent creature; she carries herself with a noble air, always well-spoken and logical. Unless you make her angry. Porrim is prone to horrible temper tantrums that are hard to predict, albeit, predictably violent.
Petulant and easy to offend, years of isolation have rendered her an emotionally sensitive and abrasive being.
Porrim can be quite snarky, taking most things said to her in the wrong way, and engaging said (imagined) slight with aggressive confrontation. But she longs for acknowledgement and respect, a conflicting desire as it would require others to pay attention to her. Something that makes her incredibly uncomfortable unless she seeks out said attention.
APPEARANCE
Optic ( Eye ) Color : Purple (Cycloptic)
Primary Paint Color : Teal
Secondary Paint Color[Optional] : Black
Third Color[Optional] : Gray
Height : 16'5"
Features:
Alternative Mode:
Equipment and Abilities
Weaponry :
Energon Pistol: A small pistol that packs enough punch to harm an assailant but does no significant damage. This weapon is all about quantity over quality, while it can fire off more rounds per clip before overheating than a rifle it isn’t anywhere as powerful.
Refitted Autopsy Scalpel: A small, concealed blade that has been refitted for combat rather than surgery and autopsy, though it doubles for both purposes. It is a precision tool more than a blunt instrument of war, used for attacks on specific parts rather than general carnage.
Gadgets :
N/A
Abilities :
Medical Knowledge: Because of her background, Porrim can and will act as a Paramedic and regular Physician, her scientific passions always lingered in the realm of medicine and biology. Intense or complex procedures can be botched (or purposefully done wrong) but simple First Aid, diagnostic medicine and even general care are well within her realm of expertise.
Human Ambassador: While she holds no real love for Humankind, Porrim appreciates the sense of individualism and artistry that is prevalent in human culture. She eagerly studies Pop Culture, History and appropriate social behaviors; her passion for human culture stems from more than just a way to better acclimate to the civilization that has grown up while she was in stasis. She believes understanding is the key to defeating an enemy.
OTHER
Strengths :
-Agility: Small and sleek, Porrim’s aerodynamic frame makes for a fast and evasive fighter. Porrim can deal out many blows and dodge heavy, slow attacks but if she IS struck it inflicts a lot of damage.
-Anatomical Know-how: Years of autopsy, torture and experimentation have given Porrim a top grade knowledge of cybertronian anatomy. Any build can be broken down into it’s most basic parts, mid-combat this can translate to getting hit in the most vulnerable parts a Bot has, over and over again; in the most horrific ways possible.
-Passionate: While she is no great fighter or strategist, Porrim is relentlessly passionate about discovery in science. Her tenacity, determination and keen mind have led her into some ambiguous situations, but always she has overcome the tribulations of her life with more than when she started. She will never give up, and her genuine enthusiasm for her work is infectious.
Weaknesses :
-Small and Frail: Porrim Pax was NOT made for combat in any sense of the word. Slender and dainty, her body is lightly armored and delicate; which renders her useless in melee combat and prone to severe injury in prolonged fights.
-Poorly Equipped: Porrim has only her scalpel on her at all times, she is poorly equipped for combat or going out into the field. It is very risky for her to be out and about, unless she manages an ambush on an enemy, she is mostly likely to lose any fight she might encounter.
-Inexperienced: Having no formal battle experience or training, Porrim relies on instinct and her aggression to see her through physical conflicts. All in all. she is not a real physical threat and will most likely tire out if caught by an opponent.
SAMPLE RP
“No no, stop that twitching”
A leg spasmed and arms struggled against the metal clamps that held the body down to the berth; the mech strapped down had been struggling for the better part of an hour and all it had done was impeded the entire process. Porrim was quite sick of his cheek.
The slender Con placed a servo on the hulking chest of the Mech and pressed down on a oozing fissure in his metal casing, making him scream out. The cry was cut off abruptly as a rusty, jagged pipe; sharpened to a point, was jabbed up in his face. “I’ve been patient with you, but if you insist on squirming I am GOING to have to put you in recharge and I’d much rather you give me an honest opinion. Well--”
Porrim gave a shrug and turned to pluck a tool off of a cockamayme medical tray. “ Not an opinion so much as a reaction. You don’t need to talk for this” The struggling Mech had stilled when threatened with the shiv, but struggled anew as the tiny scientist turned away to inspect her tools.
“L-look. Let me go. I can--I can help you. You’re all alone down here” His eyes widened as Porrim tapped her fingers against the glass cylinder of a vial full of some mysterious fluid. “I c-can go out. Get you more supplies. B-bodies” Hope filled the captive as Porrim seemed to pause at that, lowering the syringe she had been about to fill and turning to look over her shoulder.
“Y-yeah! I mean, you never have to leave if I’m the one whoAAAHHHH!!!!”
Porrim had peeled the cap off of the vial she’d picked up and poured the strange green fluid over the Mechs chest, causing the metal to bubble and pustulate in seconds. The screaming grew louder as it ate through her subjects chest armor--- straight to his spark.
The slender Con jumped back as the subject gagged and sputtered, sparks and smoke fluttering out of the bubbling hole the chemical had eaten into his frame. “No. No! NO! Don’t you dare!” Once the reaction stopped and the body had settled into the limpness of death; Porrim felt her shock morph to anger, tossing tools and tables across the room. “SLAG! FRECK! DAMN!”
Porrim Pax roared out her frustration before plopping down onto the dirty, rubbish covered floor of the underground lab. Staring around at the mess, she panted and kicked her pedes against the ground; angry and frustrated with her continual failure.
Rubbing her optic once the throngs of her tantrum ebbed to a dull disappointment; Porrim sighed and let her body slide down the wall till she was a crumpled heap on the floor. Exhaustion was setting in, how many cycles had it been since she’d slept? She couldn’t remember, but it was enough for this last failure to drain her completely.
With her optic fluttering on and off, Porrim let the sweet embrace of unconsciousness consume her mind. Slowing down the processes and granting blissful unawareness. In a few cycles she would come to, the cold evidence of her crime still laid out before her; Porrim would get rid of the refuse and try again. Yes. Always, she would try again.