Post by RedOptics on Feb 2, 2015 1:26:00 GMT
Designation : C474R4C7 (Cataract)
Nicknames: Cat
Gender : Femmeeeee
Age : Her age and existence has been well forgotten.
Home Planet : Cybertron, surprising how she could last this long.
Home City State [ optional ]: Unknown, but someone may know her.
Faction : Autobot DUH
Occupation : She wasn't allowed to do anything because of her handicap except sit there and listen to conversations. But she used to make weapons for the heavy hitters.
Abilities : The ability to sense her surroundings with all senses but one.
Ability Description ( optional ) : Okay, I'll spill, she is blind, hence the name cataract. Her ability is considered rare because there were very little blind Cybertronians back before the war, and so, sound is her main sense now, she may have to feel her surroundings, including other bot's faces. But her weakness is feeling the dark, she does not know what time it is, what the weather is like, or where anyone is, therefore she can go crazy.
Optic ( Eye ) Color : She dare not say, but the glowing design that acts as a visor is orange.
Primary Paint Color : Silver
Secondary Paint Color : [ Optional ]: Purple
Third Color [Optional]: (HOLY HELL THESE CODES ARE CONFUSING) Orange glowing highlights and designs that she painted on herself
Height: Near about 19 or 20 ft.
Features:
Please put two Bullet Points listing notable features, a picture will account for this part of the app.
- A special feature would be how fast she can figure out caves, rocky terrains, and the voice patterns of similar bots.
- Another feature would be the ironic implant of an optical scanner, in which she has also learned the sound patterns and can understand what the small bleeps tell her.
Alternative Mode:
A White and purple king cobra Mustang with orange highlights and designs.
ARMOR AND WEAPONRY
Armor
Armor Description: She's requested specifications, in which she had to literally beg for, since she required it badly.
- She doesn't fuss over her armour, but she can also feel the dirt. Her armour has special hypersensitivity sensors that allows her to feel even the slightest breeze that brushes across the metal. Any piece can feel heat, that way she knows what time it is during the day and night. She can sense the closest bot by simply using the armor under her trods to feel the vibrations of the other's trodsteps.
- Her servo armor is even more sensitive, not in the 'the-slightest-touch-makes-me-bleed' way, but simply in recognizing the armor patterns of a bot, creature, building, etc. Her face armor however, is numb. It cannot sense anything at all, but the edges can feel whether her mask, which is sealed pretty tightly, has been removed (Only she can remove it).[/
- One armor perk is the high sensitivity that she withholds.
- She has one perk of regeneration x2, meaning that her protoform can heal quickly given the right environment, but her armor needs some assistance in the healing progress.
Weaponry
There are a bunch of weapons listed here
Primary Weapon
Description: E.D.K Techvolt. She chose this weapon since it could hit a bot if the targeting was off by an inch or two. She's still trying to get the hang of it since it causes interference with her senses. There is no specialty for this weapon.
Secondary Weapon : Secondary GUN weapon. Again, don't put a melee weapon here.
Description: Gear shredder. If she is in a closed space, she will not dare use this weapon. The metallic vibrations also screw up her sensors and she cannot feel whether the gear is coming for her or not, possibly hurting her. If it's an open space with few obstacles, she still cautions the use of this weapon but will use it.
Other Weapons :
Whatever other weapons your character uses.
Description : Firearm attachment of Acid pellets. Again, she rarely uses this mechanism due to the way she positions herself when firing. She is still needing to be taught how to use them properly.
Gadgets :
Simple grenades which let off the common 'beep'. But these sounds can only be heard by her and her only due to her hyper sensitive hearing and therefore she can make them look like duds.
Melee :
MELEE WEAPON!!! Ya' know, the swords and daggers. If it has a fancy name, put the kind of weapon down, then the weapon's name.
EX: Cybertronian Sword [Shadow Sword]
Melee Weapon Description (Optional): (WOO) She carries an energon whip with only two additives that she put in herself. It isn't the normal blue colour you'd expect, but she customized it to be orange as well, and added an almost spear like tip that is extremely sharp.
4
Intelligence :
8
Dexterity :
REMEMBER THE SENSESSSSS 7
Speed :
6
Endurance :
She hasn't been upgraded in a long time and she's not meant to be engaged in heavy battles. 5
Firepower :
3
Accuracy :
4
Melee :
9
Tech Skill :
9 (Given her weapons that she upgraded herself)
Personality :
Her personality can be quite difficult to figure out, but her helm gestures and the glowing patterns of her highlights always give a hint. Usually she is quiet and calm, or simply not giving a care in the world if the situation is not of her interest. She likes to do one project at a time, or practice her senses over and over again just to kill time and do something other than configure
Courage:
5
Charismaa :
On a 1-10 numeric scale.
7 (She doesn't like to get out much)
History ( Optional as some like to make it up as they go along ) :
Aboard the Nemesis, she wasn't very well liked among the ranks. Even before she had lost her sight abruptly, she was tormented by eager mechs and beaten by other femmes. She didn't have really any friends at all, and rarely socialized because of it. It was hard for her to admit it, but she was scared of being emotionally scarred once more. When she left, she told no one of her disappearance and took her most favoured weapons with her.
She didn't officially join the Autobots, but neither did she go neutral. Her origin would always lie with the Decepticons, but her spark was confused on what path it would take. Now she waits in a distant cave, waiting to feel the presence of a possible Autobot who crosses her path, and one who hopefully welcomes her in.
Family ( Optional, some just have none ) :
Did you not follow the story? She has not been recognized as a Vehicon who had a family or friends of any sort.
Strengths :
MINIMUM of four bullets ( Full sentences required ).
- Her strength can reside from her intelligence, which can get her out of many situations with one main resource that is not seen, heard, felt, etc. Time itself (She does not have time powers)
- Complex tasks that take a long bit of time seem to keep her focused and drawn to get it done, and in the end there is mostly always a fantastic result.
- Considering her past, being around bots who care for her deeply can help her train of thought in a way.
- If she ever takes a break and lets her mind wander, her thought process can cool down and social activity can grow.
- Tests. She loves being tested. Although she isn't the smartest bot, she can probably get 90-100% correct on a test.
Weaknesses :
MINIMUM of four bullets (Full sentences required). You may also write a paragraph consisting of five sentences. (Must mention five weaknesses)
- The mere thought that everyone could hate her inside, and losing all she gained via hard work.
- She is rather Claustrophobic. If ever trapped in a small space, the sound vibrations can keep growing on her and cause her to go insane if held for a long time.
- Echoes, much like above, but in a larger space. Some caves, like ones with no water, or ones with large crystals, can cause the sound to bounce around if no other entity lives there, and make her irritable.
- Battlefields. As if minor loud places weren't enough, the gunfire can damage her sensitive audio receptors, which is why she prefers minimum noise.
Cataract felt in every possible way that she didn't belong. She sat in her quarters, staring at an empty datapad. The electronic in her servo glowed harshly against the brightness, illuminating her masked face. Vehicons weren't supposed to feel resentment. Depression. Hurt. A softly glowing blue fluid leaked through the seams of her mask, symbolizing the tears that filled her optics. This just wasn't fair. Cataract knew she was built for a purpose, but everyday, she was told to be just a mistake. She put her digits to work, and began to fill the empty data pad with words of hate and resentment. Her blindness couldn't stop her, and her mind was lost. Practically every word was misspelled beyond recognition. This wasn't the first time she had wasted another perfectly good datapad for her feelings. Once the femme finished, she viscously flung it at the wall, making it shatter in microscopic pieces of glass. She stood there, motionless and slient. "What am I doing..." Cataract sighed, turning for the door. An idea came to her that made her stop in her tracks and turn her helm toward her weapons that lay on a table. I know... I'll leave....
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