Post by Swarmer on Dec 18, 2014 23:22:51 GMT
Chevron
Gender: Mech
Age: 65 Vorns (if human this would mean around 65 years old)
Home Planet: Cybertron
Home City State: Helix
Faction: Decepticon
Rank: ---
Appearance:
Chevron is an old and bitter veteran, and likes to stay like that whether Cybertronian or Terran in appearance.
Hunched in appearance, this 'con is doped a bitter, glossy black, with traces of white along hi arms and red rings near the centre of his wheels. His face plate is old and delicate, traces of scarring around the optic ridges, and melt scars on his right. He commonly wears a metallic cigar out of the corner of his mouth, hardly ever lit unless stressful.
His armour is scarred too, many of the smaller patches of glossy black along his chest plate and servos are blunted by gun-wounds, dents and slashes. Intensive surgery after some particular battles have left horrible remains along his abdomen and shoulder plates. Not even scanning new and undamaged vehicles cannot completely heal his wounds. Many are faded, but they still exist.
He dons the grill of his vehicle form on his chest, bent in an obtuse 'V' like shape as it breaks away during transformation. On his left arm, he holds the golden insignia of the Decepticons, a chevron following the same sharp angle of the insignia to indicate his valiant efforts in war in the protection of his superiors... not officially given but intended to his beliefs.
His legs are fashioned rather pristinely and he has a two toed foot on either one. His right servo also has the exhaust of his alternate form that he uses to light his cigar.
Armour: His armour is not the toughest, but can survive a fair few hits in combat. Fairly heavy, it has been upgraded few times so still uses relatively primitive alloys that are heavier. However, this is due to their thickness to give them their toughness which protects Chevron against a multitude of armour piercing Terran and Cybertronian weaponry, can survive precision stabs and can cope against long exposure time to heat and corrosive materials.
Armour Perks: x2 resistance against Melee attacks, x2 resistance against projectile weaponry.
Colouration:
Optics: Red
Primary: Black
Secondary: White
Tertiary: Red
Other: Gold
Height: 25 feet / around 8 metres
Alt Mode: Black 1969 Chevy Camaro with white striping, red accents and golden metallics.
Build: Relatively average, not bulky nor light, pretty basic soldier build but with focuses on armour and strong stances.
Weaponry:
Primrary: Explosive rounds in a semi to full auto projectile battle rifle. Low rate of fire, high piercing, explosive and splash damage.
Perks: x2 damage against human structure, x2 damage against low armoured targets.
Secondary: Combat Revolver with armour melting rounds, perfect against brutes and tanks to remove armour and make weak-spots so the battle rifle can destroy the internals or the flamethrower can cause intense damages.
Perks: x4 Armour Deterioration
Other: Weak flamethrower, perfect against human swarms and for breaking lines of sight with cybertronian enemies. Essentially harmless against armoured enemies.
Perks: x2 against human/unarmoured units.
Melee: Heavy Duty Chainsaw, can cut through armour with relative ease, even faster through concrete. Lumbering and Heavy and really imprecise. Very loud even over their screams.
Perks: x0.5 dexterity, x2 damage against Armoured Enemies.
Tech Specs:
Intelligence: 6 (not the sharpest but is old and wise)
Dexterity: 4 (age is terrible for the joints)
Speed: 6 (Muscle Cars aren't too fast but can sure give you trouble in a chase)
Endurance: 7 (primitive armour is thick and heavy, that can take a lot of damage and you have to be efficient to carry that all your life)
Courage: 8 (He's seen some stuff, he ain't afraid of no 'bot)
Firepower: 7 (good amount of damage can be down with his array of weapons)
Accuracy: 5 (being a good shot is not really a necessity with a flamethrower or a chainsaw)
Melee: 8 (not too cultured but can cause some serious harm with or without melee weapons)
Tech Skill: 2 (he is a bit old fashioned and likes the in your face approach than being a screen and a few thousand miles away approach)
Charsima: 6 (he's an old veteran, but he can inspire, humour and tolerate others)
Total:
59
Rank: ---
Personality: Chevron is not too big a fan on small talk or light issues, for him it's always straight to the ripe and juicy conflict talk - "what the hell's up with her, spark-mate died?" - a big conversational no no but alas it keeps it simple and to the point.
He's lived for a long time too, so he's bored of generic stuff. He's harsh, but interesting. Gossip is not exactly a guilty pleasure it is more a resource of vital information either about co-workers or enemies, cohorts or family. You name it, he's probably heard someone chatting away about it somewhere.
He's also rough. Chevron does not tolerate insults - jokingly or not - and will not threaten to rip your spark out if you say something about the cigar in his mouth. His excuse? Calms the nerve after beating someone's aft to near death.
History:
Born in Helix, deep in Decepticon territory, Chevron had no real say in the matter. Brought up on 'con propoganda and the like... usually impacts your decision. So, quite early on he started training for the front lines, and not long after that he soon got his first 'bot kill.
Not the nicest Christmas present, and it had haunted him for a short while, but a few more spurs of Decepticon propaganda and he thought he was fighting for the right cause again, and killing bothered him less and less.
Skilled he became, and when the Great War moved to Earth, he followed suit. But he took a more... personal approach. He knew all the lies the propaganda had said, but he did not care. These Autobots were righteous stuck up pain-in-the-afts who deserved a chainsaw to the face-plate, and these humans they swore to protect were pesky little vermin that got in their way... They all must die!
Family: Deceased parents, Autobot brother - unknown whether active or not.
Strengths: Brutal, no mercy, when someone is dead at their hands there is know faking it... especially when their helm is grated into a mess of energon and shrapnel. Not well known but is feared by the few big targets that survive. He can take a few hits, and deal a few back. Strong, badass and feared... what could go wrong.
Weaknesses: Violence is a virtue on the battlefield but disrupts normality in negotiations or small talk. He does not respond well to emotional talk or insults. He is also quite old and a good shock could bring him down. Having primitive armour also reduces his speed and mobility, and also doesn't fix too well. If you are able to do some damage, it will last.
Age: 65 Vorns (if human this would mean around 65 years old)
Home Planet: Cybertron
Home City State: Helix
Faction: Decepticon
Rank: ---
Appearance:
Chevron is an old and bitter veteran, and likes to stay like that whether Cybertronian or Terran in appearance.
Hunched in appearance, this 'con is doped a bitter, glossy black, with traces of white along hi arms and red rings near the centre of his wheels. His face plate is old and delicate, traces of scarring around the optic ridges, and melt scars on his right. He commonly wears a metallic cigar out of the corner of his mouth, hardly ever lit unless stressful.
His armour is scarred too, many of the smaller patches of glossy black along his chest plate and servos are blunted by gun-wounds, dents and slashes. Intensive surgery after some particular battles have left horrible remains along his abdomen and shoulder plates. Not even scanning new and undamaged vehicles cannot completely heal his wounds. Many are faded, but they still exist.
He dons the grill of his vehicle form on his chest, bent in an obtuse 'V' like shape as it breaks away during transformation. On his left arm, he holds the golden insignia of the Decepticons, a chevron following the same sharp angle of the insignia to indicate his valiant efforts in war in the protection of his superiors... not officially given but intended to his beliefs.
His legs are fashioned rather pristinely and he has a two toed foot on either one. His right servo also has the exhaust of his alternate form that he uses to light his cigar.
Armour: His armour is not the toughest, but can survive a fair few hits in combat. Fairly heavy, it has been upgraded few times so still uses relatively primitive alloys that are heavier. However, this is due to their thickness to give them their toughness which protects Chevron against a multitude of armour piercing Terran and Cybertronian weaponry, can survive precision stabs and can cope against long exposure time to heat and corrosive materials.
Armour Perks: x2 resistance against Melee attacks, x2 resistance against projectile weaponry.
Colouration:
Optics: Red
Primary: Black
Secondary: White
Tertiary: Red
Other: Gold
Height: 25 feet / around 8 metres
Alt Mode: Black 1969 Chevy Camaro with white striping, red accents and golden metallics.
Build: Relatively average, not bulky nor light, pretty basic soldier build but with focuses on armour and strong stances.
Weaponry:
Primrary: Explosive rounds in a semi to full auto projectile battle rifle. Low rate of fire, high piercing, explosive and splash damage.
Perks: x2 damage against human structure, x2 damage against low armoured targets.
Secondary: Combat Revolver with armour melting rounds, perfect against brutes and tanks to remove armour and make weak-spots so the battle rifle can destroy the internals or the flamethrower can cause intense damages.
Perks: x4 Armour Deterioration
Other: Weak flamethrower, perfect against human swarms and for breaking lines of sight with cybertronian enemies. Essentially harmless against armoured enemies.
Perks: x2 against human/unarmoured units.
Melee: Heavy Duty Chainsaw, can cut through armour with relative ease, even faster through concrete. Lumbering and Heavy and really imprecise. Very loud even over their screams.
Perks: x0.5 dexterity, x2 damage against Armoured Enemies.
Tech Specs:
Intelligence: 6 (not the sharpest but is old and wise)
Dexterity: 4 (age is terrible for the joints)
Speed: 6 (Muscle Cars aren't too fast but can sure give you trouble in a chase)
Endurance: 7 (primitive armour is thick and heavy, that can take a lot of damage and you have to be efficient to carry that all your life)
Courage: 8 (He's seen some stuff, he ain't afraid of no 'bot)
Firepower: 7 (good amount of damage can be down with his array of weapons)
Accuracy: 5 (being a good shot is not really a necessity with a flamethrower or a chainsaw)
Melee: 8 (not too cultured but can cause some serious harm with or without melee weapons)
Tech Skill: 2 (he is a bit old fashioned and likes the in your face approach than being a screen and a few thousand miles away approach)
Charsima: 6 (he's an old veteran, but he can inspire, humour and tolerate others)
Total:
59
Rank: ---
Personality: Chevron is not too big a fan on small talk or light issues, for him it's always straight to the ripe and juicy conflict talk - "what the hell's up with her, spark-mate died?" - a big conversational no no but alas it keeps it simple and to the point.
He's lived for a long time too, so he's bored of generic stuff. He's harsh, but interesting. Gossip is not exactly a guilty pleasure it is more a resource of vital information either about co-workers or enemies, cohorts or family. You name it, he's probably heard someone chatting away about it somewhere.
He's also rough. Chevron does not tolerate insults - jokingly or not - and will not threaten to rip your spark out if you say something about the cigar in his mouth. His excuse? Calms the nerve after beating someone's aft to near death.
History:
Born in Helix, deep in Decepticon territory, Chevron had no real say in the matter. Brought up on 'con propoganda and the like... usually impacts your decision. So, quite early on he started training for the front lines, and not long after that he soon got his first 'bot kill.
Not the nicest Christmas present, and it had haunted him for a short while, but a few more spurs of Decepticon propaganda and he thought he was fighting for the right cause again, and killing bothered him less and less.
Skilled he became, and when the Great War moved to Earth, he followed suit. But he took a more... personal approach. He knew all the lies the propaganda had said, but he did not care. These Autobots were righteous stuck up pain-in-the-afts who deserved a chainsaw to the face-plate, and these humans they swore to protect were pesky little vermin that got in their way... They all must die!
Family: Deceased parents, Autobot brother - unknown whether active or not.
Strengths: Brutal, no mercy, when someone is dead at their hands there is know faking it... especially when their helm is grated into a mess of energon and shrapnel. Not well known but is feared by the few big targets that survive. He can take a few hits, and deal a few back. Strong, badass and feared... what could go wrong.
Weaknesses: Violence is a virtue on the battlefield but disrupts normality in negotiations or small talk. He does not respond well to emotional talk or insults. He is also quite old and a good shock could bring him down. Having primitive armour also reduces his speed and mobility, and also doesn't fix too well. If you are able to do some damage, it will last.