Post by Rotor on May 16, 2016 19:32:43 GMT
Player Alias:
SystemLink
Character Name:
Rotor
Allegiance:
Autobot
Appearance Description:
The slim Autobot holds dark green colored forearms and shins while her upper arms and thighs are white in contrast, as they are not visible while in vehicular form. Rotor wears a helmet with a visor alongside a respirator mask, similar to what air force pilots wear to provide protection and oxygen to them. As such a tube that connects to her respirator goes along and attaches to one of two boxes resting on either shoulder, transforming into the engines of her helicopter alt form. One of the engines helps her fly while the other helps her breath. When in robot form, her helicopter blades shift and move onto her hips for added protection there.
Her alt mode is a Boeing AH-64 Apache attack helicopter, dressed in mostly dark green radar retarding paint.
Personality:
An individual that strives to make a name for herself. Someone who pushes themselves to the breaking point to prove their salt or in this case, Energon. Yet she suffers from loneliness when others are not around, due to past experiences. Which makes her on edge or even skeptical when someone finally returns.
Bringing her along tells her that you either need her skills or something is awry. She thinks mostly of herself and prefers that others follow her lead. Yet many times her rank has reminded her to follow others, helping an itch form, an itch to further prove herself. Somehow, that drive to firmly plant herself ontop has lessened. Allowing her to open up to others and help them, perhaps someone helped her see that showing others that you are topdog is not the only thing there is.
Weaponry:
x4 Hydra 70 rockets pods nineteen rockets each pod(unguided general purpose rockets)
x4 Hellfire rockets four missiles each rack(anti tank missiles)
30 MM Machine Gun twelve hundred rounds
Due to limitations she can only carry 4 of one kind of rockets or 2 of each
Robot form allows her to use her tail rotor as a makeshift buzzsaw
Strengths + Flaws:
++Dedication to the mission have lead her to outperform her allies in the name of proving her worth
+She gets creative on and off the battlefield, helping her create many enjoyable situations. Or even winning some interesting battles
+Once she becomes your friend, it will be hard to shake her off your leg or see her loyalty waver
-She gets greedy and selfish at times, wanting to hold onto what she thinks is hers and not wanting it to part so easily.
-Due to her dedication to a cause and willingness to push herself to the extremes. It is not uncommon to find her injured due to her actions and not of her foes. Torn structures have been recorded in her medical history
--A previous event have left her with destroyed lungs. This leaves her to rely on an external respirator to pressurize the air she breaths so she may keep conscious.
--Because of a previous event in her life, she is extremely afraid of insects, bugs, creepy crawlies. More so with Insecticons. This sends her into shock, withdrawal, panic
--She does not do well when left alone for any duration of time, depending on what happened last. Be it a communication cut off leading to her panicking quickly or being told she will be left alone for a time, slowly incubating her fears.
History:
Her early life in the Autobot cause had her pairing up with other fliers. She found their speed to be excessive to her tastes. Instead she wanted to provide more direct support to the troops on the ground, raining down fire upon those that were foes or posed great threats.
Her main group didn't get all friendly with her, yet she knew they were doing their job and didn't need much to distract them. Yeah, that was what she thought. Just had to believe that. her patrols soon lead her going to asteroids to investigate strange signals. Of which had her group traversing into caverns to find the anomalies.
Sadly, the anomalies found the investigating group with their blasters. This forced her group to rush towards the exit and try to report what was happening. Their comms were deadened, leaving them stranded in the tunnel as they ran. Blaster fire from the enemy Insecticons were sent to her squad. Then gases made by the metallic insects deployed, aiming to snuff out the intruders. Random shots were fired, a few hit and others missed... Not one stray shot missed as it struck the roof, causing a cave in. Rotor was the last one in the sprint. She watched her allies look back then straight ahead as the rocks fell. She saw no fear... then the boulders that had her slamming into them. Stunned and now on the floor as gases creep towards her location. She stared in horror before the noxious fumes. Rocks were pulled out from the huge pile until the rocks got lighter and smaller. Coughing and wheezing left her growing dizzy before she vomited some odd colored fluids before passing out.
The next thing she saw was the pedes of her squad. All she could think was them being berated for leaving someone behind. They chose to leave her behind, yet their commander would be displeased yet order someone in her place... That was all she could think of. Worthless, replaceable, meaningless. Couldn't even breath as the doctors retrofitted some air compressors to act as her new lungs. There in the operating lights she thought to herself, "To the pits of Kaion with being in the back supporting.. I will prove I am more than.. than.." She fell unconscious once more.
Several years had passed and many have claimed to see the dancing devil spin her blades and fire a volley of rockets at the Decepticons. Impressive records, successes, rudeness to those that abandon their team mates. She now strives to place herself firmly ontop so that when she gets pulled out of more rubble, it is to have a greater fighting chance than to keep simple intel out of the Decepticons' hands.
Roleplay/Writing Sample: n/a
SystemLink
Character Name:
Rotor
Allegiance:
Autobot
Appearance Description:
The slim Autobot holds dark green colored forearms and shins while her upper arms and thighs are white in contrast, as they are not visible while in vehicular form. Rotor wears a helmet with a visor alongside a respirator mask, similar to what air force pilots wear to provide protection and oxygen to them. As such a tube that connects to her respirator goes along and attaches to one of two boxes resting on either shoulder, transforming into the engines of her helicopter alt form. One of the engines helps her fly while the other helps her breath. When in robot form, her helicopter blades shift and move onto her hips for added protection there.
Her alt mode is a Boeing AH-64 Apache attack helicopter, dressed in mostly dark green radar retarding paint.
Personality:
An individual that strives to make a name for herself. Someone who pushes themselves to the breaking point to prove their salt or in this case, Energon. Yet she suffers from loneliness when others are not around, due to past experiences. Which makes her on edge or even skeptical when someone finally returns.
Bringing her along tells her that you either need her skills or something is awry. She thinks mostly of herself and prefers that others follow her lead. Yet many times her rank has reminded her to follow others, helping an itch form, an itch to further prove herself. Somehow, that drive to firmly plant herself ontop has lessened. Allowing her to open up to others and help them, perhaps someone helped her see that showing others that you are topdog is not the only thing there is.
Weaponry:
x4 Hydra 70 rockets pods nineteen rockets each pod(unguided general purpose rockets)
x4 Hellfire rockets four missiles each rack(anti tank missiles)
30 MM Machine Gun twelve hundred rounds
Due to limitations she can only carry 4 of one kind of rockets or 2 of each
Robot form allows her to use her tail rotor as a makeshift buzzsaw
Strengths + Flaws:
++Dedication to the mission have lead her to outperform her allies in the name of proving her worth
+She gets creative on and off the battlefield, helping her create many enjoyable situations. Or even winning some interesting battles
+Once she becomes your friend, it will be hard to shake her off your leg or see her loyalty waver
-She gets greedy and selfish at times, wanting to hold onto what she thinks is hers and not wanting it to part so easily.
-Due to her dedication to a cause and willingness to push herself to the extremes. It is not uncommon to find her injured due to her actions and not of her foes. Torn structures have been recorded in her medical history
--A previous event have left her with destroyed lungs. This leaves her to rely on an external respirator to pressurize the air she breaths so she may keep conscious.
--Because of a previous event in her life, she is extremely afraid of insects, bugs, creepy crawlies. More so with Insecticons. This sends her into shock, withdrawal, panic
--She does not do well when left alone for any duration of time, depending on what happened last. Be it a communication cut off leading to her panicking quickly or being told she will be left alone for a time, slowly incubating her fears.
History:
Her early life in the Autobot cause had her pairing up with other fliers. She found their speed to be excessive to her tastes. Instead she wanted to provide more direct support to the troops on the ground, raining down fire upon those that were foes or posed great threats.
Her main group didn't get all friendly with her, yet she knew they were doing their job and didn't need much to distract them. Yeah, that was what she thought. Just had to believe that. her patrols soon lead her going to asteroids to investigate strange signals. Of which had her group traversing into caverns to find the anomalies.
Sadly, the anomalies found the investigating group with their blasters. This forced her group to rush towards the exit and try to report what was happening. Their comms were deadened, leaving them stranded in the tunnel as they ran. Blaster fire from the enemy Insecticons were sent to her squad. Then gases made by the metallic insects deployed, aiming to snuff out the intruders. Random shots were fired, a few hit and others missed... Not one stray shot missed as it struck the roof, causing a cave in. Rotor was the last one in the sprint. She watched her allies look back then straight ahead as the rocks fell. She saw no fear... then the boulders that had her slamming into them. Stunned and now on the floor as gases creep towards her location. She stared in horror before the noxious fumes. Rocks were pulled out from the huge pile until the rocks got lighter and smaller. Coughing and wheezing left her growing dizzy before she vomited some odd colored fluids before passing out.
The next thing she saw was the pedes of her squad. All she could think was them being berated for leaving someone behind. They chose to leave her behind, yet their commander would be displeased yet order someone in her place... That was all she could think of. Worthless, replaceable, meaningless. Couldn't even breath as the doctors retrofitted some air compressors to act as her new lungs. There in the operating lights she thought to herself, "To the pits of Kaion with being in the back supporting.. I will prove I am more than.. than.." She fell unconscious once more.
Several years had passed and many have claimed to see the dancing devil spin her blades and fire a volley of rockets at the Decepticons. Impressive records, successes, rudeness to those that abandon their team mates. She now strives to place herself firmly ontop so that when she gets pulled out of more rubble, it is to have a greater fighting chance than to keep simple intel out of the Decepticons' hands.
Roleplay/Writing Sample: n/a