Post by Swiftcut on Jan 17, 2017 0:16:16 GMT
~★BASICS★~
Designation : Swiftcut (Old Aulvenian name was "Ariona", before she joined the Aulvenian Army and having her name changed.)
Nicknames: Swift(y), "Grey-'Bot" (Aulveni)
Gender : Female/Femme
Age : 20 (In Aulvenian standards. She is about 12,500 years old in human years.)
Home Planet : Aulvenia
Home City State : Government Capital
Faction : Neutral
- Any faction could convince her to join either side. The Autobots have a better chance.
Occupation : Guardian, "Beast Tamer"
- As a "Beast Tamer", Swiftcut is able to calm down any beast that is non-domesticated. This takes a lot of time and work for her to do, depending on how monstrous the beast is. Sometimes, there's a possibility that Swiftcut will be unable to control a beast.
Abilities : Cloaking – more of a device than an actual ability
Ability Description : A form of advanced Aulvenian technology that creates a cloak around the user, making them invisible to the naked eye, and hide the user from any form of detection. The cloak could last if the user needs it. However, it has its flaws, and anyone could see who is cloaked if they look long enough to see the silhouette of the user moving. Also, if the device comes into contact with any form of liquid, it could malfunction and render the device useless. (The cloaking ability lasts for about 5 posts. The cooldown is 7 posts)
~★APPEARANCE★~
Optic ( Eye ) Color : Egyptian Blue
Primary Paint Color : Light Gray
Secondary Paint Color : Blue-Gray
Third Color : White
Height : 15'5 ft.
Features:
Alternative Mode:
She has no alternate mode.
~★ARMOR AND WEAPONRY★~
Armor
Armor Description: Outer armor plating made out of titanium that's about six inches thick. There aren't any notable Cybertronian metal embedded into her armor.
- Thickness lowers around the abdominal area, as well as for her joints.
- Antennas are made of soft material
Armor Perks :
- x1 Thickness (As noted above)
- Light-weight
Weaponry
Primary Weapon
Slim discs that latch onto her waist when equipped. (Otherwise, they're in her canvas satchel)
Description: Can be thrown like a frisbee towards an enemy. Swift uses particle-parasites to control the discs by the movements of her servo in order to have the discs return to her.
- The particle-parasites are made from a mixture of Aulvenian blood and Energon. The docile parasites that contaminate "infected" Aulvenian blood are activated temporarily from the Energon. After a few uses, the parasites become docile and are unresponsive until they are energized again.
Secondary Weapon : None
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Other Weapons : None
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Gadgets : None
Melee : Sharp Aulvenian forearm blades.
Melee Weapon Description : Transformable titanium endo-skeleton that takes form of a blade once the hatches on her forearms open.
~★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 : 7
Dexterity : 5
Speed : 3
Endurance : 8
Firepower : 4
Accuracy : 3
Melee : 9
Tech Skill : 5
Total : 52
~★OTHER★~
Personality : Swiftcut is a kind and gentle giant. She loves to take care of others in need. At least that's what's underneath her toughened "skin". At first, the alien is unsure about any of the strangers she meets in her lifetime. She could very well sense a person's attitude just by reading their facial expressions, and she would mimic the attitude and respond as such. If one were to talk ill towards her, she wouldn't hesitate doing the same back. Of course, she knows well enough to choose her own battles. If there was someone twice her size, she will think twice before getting harsh. Once one starts getting to know her, she lightens up and doesn't give too much sass.
Courage: 9
- Swiftcut wouldn't waste any time to help others out, if they desperately needed it. (Also in general of course) The Aulvenian has been on her own for the whole time she has been on Earth. Along with the constant training she had to endure and the enemies she had to face in the past, an "emotional shell" was created around Swiftcut's mental state. This would make her have the mindset to "not think, but do". This female could be one of the most courageous beings on planet Earth, but of course, there are some of the darkest thoughts she has set back in her mind that could paralyze her out of fear.
Charisma : 5
- Swiftcut hasn't spoken to any living being in years. Well, she has, a few times, but whatever sort of things she would talk to weren't able to speak back to her. She could be very awkward if she holds a conversation for long periods of time. What makes the creature charming is her kindness, and how she would express herself with her servos while she speaks.
History : Swiftcut's old home was within the confounds of the Aulvenian Government Head Quarters. She was trained in the 'Warrior' army to serve the Aulvenian Government to provide order throughout her home planet. She was never taught to question orders coming from those who were higher in command. Luckily, Swiftcut could have a trainer who would reconsider the Government's cause. This had obviously rubbed off onto the younger Aulvenian.
As she grew older, she was beginning to see outside the HQ, seeing the awful state civilization was in. There was hardly any vegetation that could provide any life besides her own race. Resources were always in rations, and shelter had to be created by the planet's "useful" materials.
Seeing the poverty for the first time, Swiftcut goes ahead to commit one of the biggest mistakes in her lifetime: Question the "High Command". By doing so, Swiftcut's code name "Grey-'Bot" was placed under surveillance. Her meals were lowered in portions, and she was given extra hours of training every day. This was one of the many punishments the "High Command" would give to their soldiers.
After reconsidering many times, and receiving many punishments, Swiftcut joins a rebellion to her own accord; the Renegades. To simply put it, this was a group of Aulvenians who wish to see a difference and throw the "High Command" from their thrones.
Unfortunately for Swiftcut, she was captured by the army, along with her many comrades, during one of their raids to attempt at depleting the Government forces. The final punishment Swiftcut received was banishment, and she was jettisoned from her home planet inside of a cramped pod to a random part of of the universe.
By some miracle, Swiftcut's pod crash lands onto Earth. Until now, the Aulvenian female has been alone, and surviving on a planet with limited hiding spots from Earth's inhabitants.
Family :
Mother, name unknown, Current status: Deceased. (She died protecting her daughters from monstrous beings that inhabit Aulvenia)
Father, name unknown, Current status: Alive. Swiftcut doesn't know where he is.
Sibling, Penumbra, Current status: Deceased. (Died during a mission on Aulvenia, following the High Command's orders)
Adoptive Father, Brink, Current status: Alive. Currently serving in the Aulvenian army in high ranks.
Strengths :
- Her blood is potent enough to give others short bursts of energy- like an energy drink. However, to obtain such power, one must handle the blood with extreme care. The blood can be extracted via syringe and transported into a vacuum space- with absolutely no air, unless if this was being exchanged on planet Aulvenia. If the blood is handled in an careless fashion, it will be contaminated within seconds and lose its "white-ish blue" color and turn into a tar-like substance that can poison a living being's systems. Consuming enough of this substance can be very lethal.
- Is agile in a fight, and can move fast.
- Has the strength to take on things that are twice her size (only for short periods of time, maximum of three posts).
- Swiftcut is comfortable working around with beasts due to her unnatural past on her home planet. She has a calmer approach with beasts, or Predacons. Although it's extremely difficult for Swiftcut to gain a beast's trust, it's still possible for her to calm one down, hence the title "Beast Tamer".
Weaknesses :
- Sensitive to hearing, would go deaf for a short time from sounds with high levels of GHz.
- Will get paralyzed for about a minute if physical damage was inflicted onto her antennas (about one post, depends on the kind of damage).
- Being thrown into dark, cramped spaces (limited hearing would drive her insane).
- Does require organic flesh every other day to maintain her organic form and not let it rot from the inside out.
~★SAMPLE RP★~
Note that a piece of your history, your journey to Earth for example, could be used.
“Do you have any idea what the High Command would do to you if they found out that you were running around with those kinds of groups? Do you know something called ‘banishment’?” Grove exclaimed with her high, squeaky voice, pacing around her quarters while dragging her fingers down her face, her bottom eyelids being dragged along. An irritated groan rang out of her throat. Swiftcut does nothing but stand and stare at the female in distress, her lips slightly pursed in an innocent fashion. Grove catches a glance of her friend’s expression, puffing up her cheeks and stomping to her immediately, grabbing Swiftcut’s biceps firmly.
“Ariona, listen to me. This is serious.” Grove looks as if she was going to start crying. Swiftcut knew she was a tough female, and she couldn’t bear to see her shed a tear. She won’t lie to herself, she was going to start bursting into tears at any moment herself. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she wanted to go through with her plans.
“I am serious,” Swiftcut finally pipes up, ignoring the hurt expression on her friend’s face. “Grove, by joining the rebellion, I can finally be free, I can fight for what I really think, and there’s so many others who want to fight for the same thing. You know that the High Command is joking but a joke and just- filled with, well- toxicity. They only care about their own agendas and have no concern for the civilians who are dying every day. Both of us have seen it.”
“It’s difficult to keep everyone safe when there are those- things that we have to fight every day. That’s why we’re in this army. We’re protecting the civilians who can’t protect themselves.” Grove’s voice was starting to crack. It’s true that the High Command wasn’t doing anything to help, but…. Swiftcut takes Grove’s hands gently, furrowing her brows.
“I have the choice to continue to protect the civilians and overthrow the High Command. We have that choice. Grove, you can come with me.” Swiftcut smiles timidly, her glowing eyes full of hope. For Grove, these were dangerous waters. All her life, she had fought for the High Command and the civilians of Aulvenia. Her heart was torn, terribly. She couldn’t abandon her duties. So, her answer was a shake of her helm, lowering it to hide her optics. Swiftcut’s lips slowly curve into a frown, her expression filled with hurt. But, she understood her friend’s wishes, and all she can offer her was a gentle hug. Both Aulveni stood in silence, assessing the situation. Because they both knew, as soon as Swiftcut leaves those quarters, both would have to live the rest of their lives as enemies.