Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2016 18:39:09 GMT
Player Alias:
Toebean
Character Name:
First Aid
Allegiance:
Autobot
Appearance Description:
First Aid is somewhat small in stature. He has a red/orange and white paint job that's characteristic to many medics. He has a removable white mask and blue visor, however he rarely takes it off unless it is damaged or if he's comfortable around someone. His alt form is an ambulance.
Personality + Character Traits:
First Aid is a very compassionate mech. He will never turn down someone in need. He can be described as someone who is a bit naïve, protective, and stubborn. While he can be caring, his stubborn streak will flare out if he believes someone isn’t taking care of themselves or if he’s passionate about a subject. However, it is easy to talk reason into him. He is not above admitting he’s wrong.
He’s very curious about everything as well, especially on Earth since he has never been there before. He wants to know who is all here, what the native life are like. Once he arrives on earth, he’ll be pouring himself into Earth’s history and culture. However, being the empathetic mech that he is, he will sometimes mistake earth vehicles as Cybertronians and attempt to repair them. He still has a lot to learn about this planet.
First Aid is a pacifist. He doesn't like to fight on the offense and will avoid it any chance he gets for some form of alternative. However, he will defend himself, his patients, and his loved ones if needed.
His strengths include his loyalty, protective instinct, and immense compassionate nature. He is determined to help others and make sure they're safe and well. First Aid also prides himself on being a good listener to those who need to talk.
His weaknesses include his naivety, stubbornness, anxiety, and obsessive tendencies. He has been diagnosed with OCD and anxiety. First Aid will often neglect his own self-care in order to take care of others-- something he is trying very hard to rectify.
All in all, First Aid is a highly empathetic mech who wants to help anyone he can. Even if they might be non-sentient. He’s eager to learn and understand the world around him. He wants to be useful to his team and his friends.
Weaponry:
Taser
Light grenade
Smoke bomb.
(This doesn’t count as a weapon but it’s a medical thing so I thought I’d put it here, First Aid has very heavy duty sensors in his optics and his hands to scan and detect illnesses/injuries in patients. His fingers can also transform into smaller more delicate tools to reach tinier places that normal tools could not get to)
History:
First Aid was created after the war because of a combiner project. He and four other mecha were created to form Defensor. Together they became a giant combiner that could help in missions and battles against other combiners.
However, First Aid hated war. He hated it. He fought because his gestalt needed him to as Defensor, but that didn't mean he liked the violence.
But being a medic meant that First Aid could at least try to stop the death, even if he couldn’t stop the war. So that’s what he did. He did his best. Every death hit him hard and every life saved was a victory.
However, First Aid and his gestalt ended up split up in a battle. It has been ten years since he's seen or heard from them. First Aid occasionally has spark pain from being separated from his gestalt. He misses them terribly and hopes he'll find them again.
Now First Aid has ended up on Earth and doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do now. Or where to go. All he knows is that this is a strange new world and he hopes he’ll find someone he knows soon.
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
First Aid flinched as gunshots whizzed past his head. He had to move fast, otherwise he would be shot down. Luckily, it seemed like no one was paying attention to him. There were mecha calling out for help, calling out for a medic. First Aid looked around wildly. Where were the other medics? Did they leave? Were they… No, don’t think about that right now. Focus.
First Aid skidded to a stop in front of the first downed mech he saw. He turned his gaze on the soldier, scanning him for any internal injuries. None. Good.
“You’re going to be fine,” First Aid soothed, instantly going to work. He continued to speak to the mech, just to offer a stream of encouragement. To make sure they didn’t slip into stasis. Once he was finished, he helped the mech up and sent them back to base camp to heal.
First Aid didn’t have any time to rest or to celebrate that victory, though. That was one mech out of many who needed him.
There was still work to do.
Toebean
Character Name:
First Aid
Allegiance:
Autobot
Appearance Description:
First Aid is somewhat small in stature. He has a red/orange and white paint job that's characteristic to many medics. He has a removable white mask and blue visor, however he rarely takes it off unless it is damaged or if he's comfortable around someone. His alt form is an ambulance.
Personality + Character Traits:
First Aid is a very compassionate mech. He will never turn down someone in need. He can be described as someone who is a bit naïve, protective, and stubborn. While he can be caring, his stubborn streak will flare out if he believes someone isn’t taking care of themselves or if he’s passionate about a subject. However, it is easy to talk reason into him. He is not above admitting he’s wrong.
He’s very curious about everything as well, especially on Earth since he has never been there before. He wants to know who is all here, what the native life are like. Once he arrives on earth, he’ll be pouring himself into Earth’s history and culture. However, being the empathetic mech that he is, he will sometimes mistake earth vehicles as Cybertronians and attempt to repair them. He still has a lot to learn about this planet.
First Aid is a pacifist. He doesn't like to fight on the offense and will avoid it any chance he gets for some form of alternative. However, he will defend himself, his patients, and his loved ones if needed.
His strengths include his loyalty, protective instinct, and immense compassionate nature. He is determined to help others and make sure they're safe and well. First Aid also prides himself on being a good listener to those who need to talk.
His weaknesses include his naivety, stubbornness, anxiety, and obsessive tendencies. He has been diagnosed with OCD and anxiety. First Aid will often neglect his own self-care in order to take care of others-- something he is trying very hard to rectify.
All in all, First Aid is a highly empathetic mech who wants to help anyone he can. Even if they might be non-sentient. He’s eager to learn and understand the world around him. He wants to be useful to his team and his friends.
Weaponry:
Taser
Light grenade
Smoke bomb.
(This doesn’t count as a weapon but it’s a medical thing so I thought I’d put it here, First Aid has very heavy duty sensors in his optics and his hands to scan and detect illnesses/injuries in patients. His fingers can also transform into smaller more delicate tools to reach tinier places that normal tools could not get to)
History:
First Aid was created after the war because of a combiner project. He and four other mecha were created to form Defensor. Together they became a giant combiner that could help in missions and battles against other combiners.
However, First Aid hated war. He hated it. He fought because his gestalt needed him to as Defensor, but that didn't mean he liked the violence.
But being a medic meant that First Aid could at least try to stop the death, even if he couldn’t stop the war. So that’s what he did. He did his best. Every death hit him hard and every life saved was a victory.
However, First Aid and his gestalt ended up split up in a battle. It has been ten years since he's seen or heard from them. First Aid occasionally has spark pain from being separated from his gestalt. He misses them terribly and hopes he'll find them again.
Now First Aid has ended up on Earth and doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do now. Or where to go. All he knows is that this is a strange new world and he hopes he’ll find someone he knows soon.
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
First Aid flinched as gunshots whizzed past his head. He had to move fast, otherwise he would be shot down. Luckily, it seemed like no one was paying attention to him. There were mecha calling out for help, calling out for a medic. First Aid looked around wildly. Where were the other medics? Did they leave? Were they… No, don’t think about that right now. Focus.
First Aid skidded to a stop in front of the first downed mech he saw. He turned his gaze on the soldier, scanning him for any internal injuries. None. Good.
“You’re going to be fine,” First Aid soothed, instantly going to work. He continued to speak to the mech, just to offer a stream of encouragement. To make sure they didn’t slip into stasis. Once he was finished, he helped the mech up and sent them back to base camp to heal.
First Aid didn’t have any time to rest or to celebrate that victory, though. That was one mech out of many who needed him.
There was still work to do.