Post by Spinister on Feb 8, 2019 17:03:48 GMT
Player Alias: Kavac
Character Name: Spinister
Allegiance: Decepticon
Appearance Description: Spinister stands taller than most, but not all Decepticons. To call his paint scheme anything other than ‘busy’ is a gross understatement. Spattered with different shades of blue and magenta, Spinister claims that his extravagant choice of colors is meant to ward off his enemies, and has claimed that he’s “tried to change it to no avail” before. Transforming into an attack chopper, Spinister adopts the more Earth-centric alt mode of an AH-64 Apache Helicopter whenever he’s “in the neighborhood”.
Personality: Spinister is eccentric, juvenile, and ill-tempered, and makes this abundantly clear to everyone he meets. Despite his casual paranoia, mild sociopathy, and overall nuttiness, he is an absolute savant in the medical field, which he will often remind himself of in one of his many, many internal monologues. His paranoia knows virtually no bounds, and will often accuse (at gunpoint) various inanimate objects and even abstract concepts of spying on him.
There was a time when Spinister was a passionate and dedicated revolutionary, although six million years of constant, unyielding war and devastation have severely jaded him. His inability to rationalize the self-slaughter of his entire race ended up driving him to the brink of insanity, although he is not completely amoral. Spinister loves the Scavengers like a family, in his own special way.
Strengths + Weaknesses:
+Savant - Underneath the myriad of mental issues that constitute Spinister’s “personality”, he possesses a truly brilliant mind. A master surgeon for most of the war, Spinister’s greatest feat was arguably something he called “juryrigged surgery”. With severe shortages plaguing Decepticon supply lines, he resorted to patching up the wounded with bits of debris, pieces of their comrades, and in one instance reattached a severed head with nothing but “elbow grease”.
+One Mean Left Hook - While nowhere close to being as strong as a proper Heavyweight, Spinister does punch a bit harder than the rest of the Scavengers, a result of his larger frame.
-Nearly Insane - Driven to the brink of madness from being a frontline surgeon for about six million years, Spinister might be missing a few nuts and bolts. His borderline insanity is just one of his many, many qualities that make him a welcome member of the Scavengers.
-Paranoid - If anybody would ever willingly spy on Spinister, they’ve never come forward, a fact which bothers him to no end. While he undoubtedly has nothing to hide, Spinister’s paranoia is rampant.
Abilities:
Master Surgeon - Spinister doesn’t look like he has a PhD, something which tends to startle his many patients. A veritable wizard with anything mechanical, there’s nothing he can’t accomplish with a screwdriver and a lot of luck.
Weaponry:
Rotor Blades - Although he isn’t above simply punching his problems away, Spinister is capable of wielding his rotor blades as a double-edged polearm.
Ion Blaster - A small handgun frequently used by Spinister. As far as weaponry goes, it is fairly unremarkable besides being both accurate and powerful. He takes great care to make sure Misfire never gets his hands on it, or more than one gun at a time.
Missile Pods - While he generally forgets that he’s armed with missiles most of the time, Spinister “sometimes” remembers to fire them.
History:
Spinister of Stanix was constructed cold for the sole purpose of serving as an aerial unit for the Primal Vanguard. He faced the rampant discrimination in the Vanguard for being cold constructed, despite serving dutifully all the while. The circumstances of Spinister’s discharge from the Vanguard are murky, although he will claim it to be due to his excessive use of “air quotes”. It was after this that he took up an interest in medicine, for no other reason than “he felt like it”.
Finishing all of his courses at Protihex Medical a full two years early, Spinister became something of a freelance surgeon, given that many medical clinics were unwilling to hire a former soldier-bot as a doctor. He prefers the term “street surgeon”, however. After a few years of patching up wounds with tin cans and duct tape, Spinister eventually found his way into the early Decepticon movement, having been drawn to Megatron’s manifesto.
As the war kicked off, Spinister’s medical skills were suddenly in high demand, much to his delight. When Decepticon troop numbers and supplies started to dwindle in greater numbers, he found himself being either thrust to the front lines as a soldier again, or patching up the wounded with more unorthodox methods and equipment.
Spinister’s mental health wasn’t done any favors by the constant warfare. While by no means a sweet or innocent bot to begin with, Spinister slowly began to slide into insanity as he was unable to comprehend or rationalize all the slaughter. Shortly before the great Exodus, Spinister had finally become the paranoid, sociopathic, quirky street surgeon that the Scavengers would come to love him as.
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
The subtle clicking noise of Spinister drawing his gun from his side-holster was followed by the gentle metallic squeaking of the lamp being pointed toward the subject. Spinister was neither a cop, nor sane. “Yeah… that got you to shut up, didn’t it…” he remarked, cautiously pacing around the boom-box tied to the chair in front of him, gun being slowly waved about. “Good, we’re having some inter-species communication here.” Spinister’s red optics squinted at the deafening silence that was currently pouring from his captive’s nonexistent mouth.
None of the Scavengers would believe that the radio in question was the culprit of a variety of “convenient disasters” to befall Spinister over the past seven weeks. Someone had it in for him, and that someone was LIKELY to be onboard the Weak Anthropic Principle. It was probably Krok, but Spinister liked Krok, so the radio being held in front of him would have to do. Given that the suspect was unwilling to comply, Spinister flipped the chair it was tied to over, causing the radio itself to turn on and begin playing some pre-packaged pop track from some organic world.
Spinister could not deal.
The radio’s auditory assault was murder on his audials, figuratively, not literally. Spinister still reacted like a deer in headlights however, as he spazzed out and dropped his gun in front of the suspect. Screaming, he headed to the door of the supply closet he’d booked for the evening, although the door itself refused to budge. “HELP! HE’S GOT A GUN!” he shouted, “IT’S NOT MY IMAGINATION THIS TIME, GUYS!”
“Wait.”
Turning around, Spinister slowly approached the radio to retrieve his gun. “Boy I feel like an idiot… I left the safety on again. NICE TRY, CONVICT,” he shouted triumphantly.
Character Name: Spinister
Allegiance: Decepticon
Appearance Description: Spinister stands taller than most, but not all Decepticons. To call his paint scheme anything other than ‘busy’ is a gross understatement. Spattered with different shades of blue and magenta, Spinister claims that his extravagant choice of colors is meant to ward off his enemies, and has claimed that he’s “tried to change it to no avail” before. Transforming into an attack chopper, Spinister adopts the more Earth-centric alt mode of an AH-64 Apache Helicopter whenever he’s “in the neighborhood”.
Personality: Spinister is eccentric, juvenile, and ill-tempered, and makes this abundantly clear to everyone he meets. Despite his casual paranoia, mild sociopathy, and overall nuttiness, he is an absolute savant in the medical field, which he will often remind himself of in one of his many, many internal monologues. His paranoia knows virtually no bounds, and will often accuse (at gunpoint) various inanimate objects and even abstract concepts of spying on him.
There was a time when Spinister was a passionate and dedicated revolutionary, although six million years of constant, unyielding war and devastation have severely jaded him. His inability to rationalize the self-slaughter of his entire race ended up driving him to the brink of insanity, although he is not completely amoral. Spinister loves the Scavengers like a family, in his own special way.
Strengths + Weaknesses:
+Savant - Underneath the myriad of mental issues that constitute Spinister’s “personality”, he possesses a truly brilliant mind. A master surgeon for most of the war, Spinister’s greatest feat was arguably something he called “juryrigged surgery”. With severe shortages plaguing Decepticon supply lines, he resorted to patching up the wounded with bits of debris, pieces of their comrades, and in one instance reattached a severed head with nothing but “elbow grease”.
+One Mean Left Hook - While nowhere close to being as strong as a proper Heavyweight, Spinister does punch a bit harder than the rest of the Scavengers, a result of his larger frame.
-Nearly Insane - Driven to the brink of madness from being a frontline surgeon for about six million years, Spinister might be missing a few nuts and bolts. His borderline insanity is just one of his many, many qualities that make him a welcome member of the Scavengers.
-Paranoid - If anybody would ever willingly spy on Spinister, they’ve never come forward, a fact which bothers him to no end. While he undoubtedly has nothing to hide, Spinister’s paranoia is rampant.
Abilities:
Master Surgeon - Spinister doesn’t look like he has a PhD, something which tends to startle his many patients. A veritable wizard with anything mechanical, there’s nothing he can’t accomplish with a screwdriver and a lot of luck.
Weaponry:
Rotor Blades - Although he isn’t above simply punching his problems away, Spinister is capable of wielding his rotor blades as a double-edged polearm.
Ion Blaster - A small handgun frequently used by Spinister. As far as weaponry goes, it is fairly unremarkable besides being both accurate and powerful. He takes great care to make sure Misfire never gets his hands on it, or more than one gun at a time.
Missile Pods - While he generally forgets that he’s armed with missiles most of the time, Spinister “sometimes” remembers to fire them.
History:
Spinister of Stanix was constructed cold for the sole purpose of serving as an aerial unit for the Primal Vanguard. He faced the rampant discrimination in the Vanguard for being cold constructed, despite serving dutifully all the while. The circumstances of Spinister’s discharge from the Vanguard are murky, although he will claim it to be due to his excessive use of “air quotes”. It was after this that he took up an interest in medicine, for no other reason than “he felt like it”.
Finishing all of his courses at Protihex Medical a full two years early, Spinister became something of a freelance surgeon, given that many medical clinics were unwilling to hire a former soldier-bot as a doctor. He prefers the term “street surgeon”, however. After a few years of patching up wounds with tin cans and duct tape, Spinister eventually found his way into the early Decepticon movement, having been drawn to Megatron’s manifesto.
As the war kicked off, Spinister’s medical skills were suddenly in high demand, much to his delight. When Decepticon troop numbers and supplies started to dwindle in greater numbers, he found himself being either thrust to the front lines as a soldier again, or patching up the wounded with more unorthodox methods and equipment.
Spinister’s mental health wasn’t done any favors by the constant warfare. While by no means a sweet or innocent bot to begin with, Spinister slowly began to slide into insanity as he was unable to comprehend or rationalize all the slaughter. Shortly before the great Exodus, Spinister had finally become the paranoid, sociopathic, quirky street surgeon that the Scavengers would come to love him as.
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
The subtle clicking noise of Spinister drawing his gun from his side-holster was followed by the gentle metallic squeaking of the lamp being pointed toward the subject. Spinister was neither a cop, nor sane. “Yeah… that got you to shut up, didn’t it…” he remarked, cautiously pacing around the boom-box tied to the chair in front of him, gun being slowly waved about. “Good, we’re having some inter-species communication here.” Spinister’s red optics squinted at the deafening silence that was currently pouring from his captive’s nonexistent mouth.
None of the Scavengers would believe that the radio in question was the culprit of a variety of “convenient disasters” to befall Spinister over the past seven weeks. Someone had it in for him, and that someone was LIKELY to be onboard the Weak Anthropic Principle. It was probably Krok, but Spinister liked Krok, so the radio being held in front of him would have to do. Given that the suspect was unwilling to comply, Spinister flipped the chair it was tied to over, causing the radio itself to turn on and begin playing some pre-packaged pop track from some organic world.
Spinister could not deal.
The radio’s auditory assault was murder on his audials, figuratively, not literally. Spinister still reacted like a deer in headlights however, as he spazzed out and dropped his gun in front of the suspect. Screaming, he headed to the door of the supply closet he’d booked for the evening, although the door itself refused to budge. “HELP! HE’S GOT A GUN!” he shouted, “IT’S NOT MY IMAGINATION THIS TIME, GUYS!”
“Wait.”
Turning around, Spinister slowly approached the radio to retrieve his gun. “Boy I feel like an idiot… I left the safety on again. NICE TRY, CONVICT,” he shouted triumphantly.