Post by Blue Flare on Aug 24, 2017 22:17:19 GMT
BASICS
Designation : Blue Flare
Nicknames:
-Blue
-Flare
Gender : Female
Faction : Predacon (In the Autobot Ranks, or at least allied with them)
Occupation :
-Warrior
Personality :
Blue Flare is rather shy when first met, and not the best socialist. But she hides a deep, fiery and fiercely loyal attitude. She does fine working solo, or in groups, though she often prefers the company of others. She can get overconfident, sometimes, often rushing into battle with her claws instead of her brain. Has an occasional sense of humor, but is known for her true friendships.
APPEARANCE
Optic ( Eye ) Color : Dark blue
Primary Paint Color : Colbat
Secondary Paint Color[Optional] : Flame-shaped Teal markings
Third Color[Optional] : Silver hands and face
Height : 12 feet in her humanoid mode, 7 in her Predacon form
Features:
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Alternative Mode:
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Equipment and Abilities
Weaponry :
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Missles- While in Predacon mode, Blue Flare possess two missles on her hips- a little distance from her wings. She can fire them by pushing her wings downward, and looking at her target. When she transforms into her humanoid mode, these missles shift to her forms, but they are fired the same way.
Gadgets :
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None
Abilities : What abilities does your character have? EX: Fire control, regeneration, etc...
Firebreath- Like most Predacons, Blue Flare possess firebreath. She can shoot near-unlimited amounts of it at her targets. Blue can only access this power in Predacon mode.
Flight- With her large wings, she can fly for long distances. But her wings are loosely attached at the base, and they can easily be severed.
OTHER
History[Optional as some like to make it up as they go along] :
Originally, Blue Flare was bred, or cloned, in a Decepticon Lab. She and an army were unleashed onto Autobot forces, as mindless beasts under Decepticon control. Blue Flare, being smaller than any of the other Predacons, was unable to kill even a single Autobot. When she returned to the D-cons empty-handed, she was ordered to be immediately executed. Flare had been shot twice, once in the neck, and once in the chest. She played dead, and allowed herself to be thrown into the Sea of Rust, and left for scrap. When the ship was out of sight and earshot, she dragged herself to her talons. Blue flare spent the next week wandering through the desert, unable to fly. Eventually, an Autobot ship found her, and she was seized for interrogation. After hearing her story, she was presented with the opportunity to become an Autobot Warrior. Blue Flare gladly accepted. She was sent to a training camp, where she learned her current fighting skills before she joined the fight against the Decepticons. She's been there ever since.
Strengths :
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-Loyalty- There is nothing more important, and more deep to Blue FLare than any Comrade Autobot's wellbeing. She would lay down her life for almost any other.
-Stamina- Blue Flare may not be as fast of a runner, or even flier, she can fight or fly for extended periods of time.
Resliency- It doesn't take long for Blue to get back on her talons after taking some hits. But she often overworks herself during battle, because of this.
Weaknesses :
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- Overconfident- She almost always rushes into battle, most of the time without much of a plan except for her spirit and claws. But in many cases, she is forced to be tactical.
- Small stature- Blue Flare sees her size as a disadvantage. She is barely taller than the average two-wheeler. But her size exaggerates the effects, making an injury more lethal than it may first appear.
Streangth- Often, Blue's strikes aren't as powerful as she expects them to be. This makes it a little harder for her to land an effective strike on her opponent.
SAMPLE RP
[Optional, some are new to RP and will grow as a writer.]
Blue Flare’s spark was pounding as she approached the Decepticon Vessel. Her ruff and spikes stood up in fear, her footsteps echoing as she neared the ship. Suddenly...Movement! Blue Flare automatically froze and rolled behind a boulder as the door to the Ship begun to slide open. Four silhouettes emerged. Four purple Vehicons, each one taller than Blue Flare herself. One raised his hand, lashing it towards the right. They begun to split off, each one heading to a different direction, including Blue Flare’s direction.
Scrap.
The Vehicon was getting dangerously close. In a matter of a few footsteps, he’d spot Blue Flare, and alert the others. The ship was to far to make a run, or even fly, for. She realized she would have to fight Four Vehicons, inevitably.
Mega-Scrap. Ship’s the only way off this lousy planet.
She sighed, and begun to transform. Soon, a blue Predacon replaced the robot standing there instances ago. Flare rolled out from behind the boulder, striking the first decepticon through the chest. He fell with an energon-curling yelp, alerting the other three. She hurled him into his comrade, and the two rolled over in a pile of scrap-metal. Her attention turned to the two Vehicon troopers racing towards her and firing. Blue Flare’s chest begun to glow, and a blast of flame hurled from her mouth, frying the third decepticon. He fell back, smouldering. The Predacon turned her gaze to the last Vehicon, who was desperately shooting at her. Some shots hit her snout and chest, and she reared back in surprise, only to slam back down, mostly unfazed. The Vehicon kept his gun aimed at her, approaching slowly, circling her. Blue smiled, glaring him in his crimson eye. She flared her wings out with a screech, and pumped them down. Twin missiles burst from beneath her wings, hitting the Vehicon square in the chest. He disappeared in a puff of orange flames. Blue Flare wiped at the Energon droplets that lined her chest, from where the Vehicon’s shots had hit. She slowly approached the ship, weary that more Vehicons would be inside. As she clawed at the door, forcing it open, she came to see no more inhabited the ship. With a satisfying sigh, she transformed again and jumped into the Pilot’s seat. Sweet. Cybertron, I’m coming home!
Blue Flare’s spark was pounding as she approached the Decepticon Vessel. Her ruff and spikes stood up in fear, her footsteps echoing as she neared the ship. Suddenly...Movement! Blue Flare automatically froze and rolled behind a boulder as the door to the Ship begun to slide open. Four silhouettes emerged. Four purple Vehicons, each one taller than Blue Flare herself. One raised his hand, lashing it towards the right. They begun to split off, each one heading to a different direction, including Blue Flare’s direction.
Scrap.
The Vehicon was getting dangerously close. In a matter of a few footsteps, he’d spot Blue Flare, and alert the others. The ship was to far to make a run, or even fly, for. She realized she would have to fight Four Vehicons, inevitably.
Mega-Scrap. Ship’s the only way off this lousy planet.
She sighed, and begun to transform. Soon, a blue Predacon replaced the robot standing there instances ago. Flare rolled out from behind the boulder, striking the first decepticon through the chest. He fell with an energon-curling yelp, alerting the other three. She hurled him into his comrade, and the two rolled over in a pile of scrap-metal. Her attention turned to the two Vehicon troopers racing towards her and firing. Blue Flare’s chest begun to glow, and a blast of flame hurled from her mouth, frying the third decepticon. He fell back, smouldering. The Predacon turned her gaze to the last Vehicon, who was desperately shooting at her. Some shots hit her snout and chest, and she reared back in surprise, only to slam back down, mostly unfazed. The Vehicon kept his gun aimed at her, approaching slowly, circling her. Blue smiled, glaring him in his crimson eye. She flared her wings out with a screech, and pumped them down. Twin missiles burst from beneath her wings, hitting the Vehicon square in the chest. He disappeared in a puff of orange flames. Blue Flare wiped at the Energon droplets that lined her chest, from where the Vehicon’s shots had hit. She slowly approached the ship, weary that more Vehicons would be inside. As she clawed at the door, forcing it open, she came to see no more inhabited the ship. With a satisfying sigh, she transformed again and jumped into the Pilot’s seat. Sweet. Cybertron, I’m coming home!