Post by Field-Barrage on Sept 2, 2019 1:03:47 GMT
Player Alias: Mr. Jexxel / Field-Barrage
Character Name: Field-Barrage
Allegiance: Autobot
Appearance Description: Field-Barrage is medium height compared to any other mechs and femmes anyway, about 20 ft, has a rather thin archetype and flexible but cold-resistant armor with shoulder miniature missiles mounted above his shoulder Pauldrons, the weapons are behind his collar normally looking like mini wings from afar. His helm has a visor which obscures half of his whole faceplate.
Near but under his spark chamber there is a turbine that helps him hover off the ground in his vehicle form. His vehicle form is basically an alien parody of a state of the art green painted sports car. In his robot form he has two green horns on his helm.
Here is his final look:
[img src="i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/06/e5/fe06e5d22da754361bd41e0837078c2e.jpg" style="max-width:100%;"]
Personality: Barrage is a often rather boisterous and cocky fellow, once his ego is pumped up getting him in reckless pursuit and dangerous life or death situations but that doesn't mean he doesn't know when to quit. He can be prevalent in skepticism when it comes to odds seemingly impossible to his own and when it seems like he has no other option, quickly thinks and acts for himself a way out of his predicament.
He treats every other bot as if they are his younger siblings or subordinates, believing himself to be the older and wiser, more experienced out of all of his brethren. By no means however does he consider himself a genius of some kind since he remembers all of his previous failures and even using them to remind himself that, yes it could've been worse but that he can do better.
Strengths + Weaknesses:
Abilities:
Weaponry:
x2 Shoulder missile launchers
x1 Energon battle pistol
x1 Retractable but broken Energon blade
x1 Subsonic Repeater (SMG)
History: Barrage was always a cocky and boastful fellow, racing and challenging others to a duel back on Iacon. He loved racing in city areas cause it gave him a feel of release and escape from the harsh training grounds of the Auto-trooper base of operations and law enforcement while everyone else had specific and more important plans. One day he and a couple of his companions wandered through the night while others were asleep in their barracks and entered the highly restricted control panel room (using his brief knowledge of security tech) where most of the technology resided in Barrage decided to take it upon his pals and himself to have some fun. This involved terrorizing criminals into hiding, chasing after them and antagonizing them like he had no morals. The fun would stop however after hearing from or rather being threatened by the Drill Sargent about decommissioning him from Iacon to janitorial service next time he got out of his number as of then, he was put on probation. Pouting in utter defeat he decided to take time to reflect on his actions for a while. During this time the rest of his brethren were teasing, blaming and mocking him for his actions. Frustrated and somewhat tired he used his pillow to drone out the noise as he slowly drifted into a deep slumber, his optics widened and receded within his sockets as he was greeted by the intense white light once again. At first he heard nothing, not a single sound in the barracks. He almost felt as if his audio receptors were in dire need of maintenance. That was until...
~BOOOOMM!!!
He heard right, quickly jumping out of his bed he ran towards the door panel. Submitting his biometric scan into the system, unfortunately it did not recognize him since he was on probation and on his database files he was registered equivalently as a level 1: Trainee. This required a more direct approach, an energon blade retracted from his arm and he violently stabs through the metal of the door. That would be a good idea, if the blade didn't broke to his utter disappointment. He then sat there and waited, there wasn't any other objects he could use to his disposal.
Even if he did, it probably would've been confiscated since they weren't allowed to keep any items besides energon cubes to replenish their fuel. After what looked to be a few hours, he couldn't take it anymore. The silence, it was more deafening and the space, oh primus the tight spaces, it could drive a mech to madness. He wanted to do it, go to the other side. He couldn't stand another hour in this trap, this was even worse than the hole and that was saying something. He heard it, the screams, they could've gotten even louder if it wasn't for the volleys of explosions and blaster sounds amplified to his audio receptors. Whatever was out there, he wasn't waiting to see or coming out to venture. He started to hallucinate in paranoia, he heard scratching noises and what looked to be spilled energon that didn't seem to come from him, sometimes he'd also imagine his superiors and brethren belittling him on what a failure he had become and how he couldn't survive into the field even if his life depended on it.
He had been in the barracks to the point where he could memorize every architectural detail, down to the floors and creveces of the walls where rust lied, probably due to ages of being established. He then felt something behind him, a BANG and a CLASH, then soon..BOOM!
He met a face full of door panel and was nearly toppled below it. He staggered backwards to gaze into the light, finally..and soon the mech's eyes.
"Now, what do we have here?"
THE END...?
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
Barrage watched as his brethren descended onward into the abyss, unsure whether they would make it out back alive or not. He clutched the grapple line as he himself is hoisted downwards, slowly the place grew darker and soon colder. He wondered if these may be the last moments of his life, correction: last moments of their lives. One thing for sure, he ain't going down without a fight. The grapple line was already a half way into the abyss, he gritted his teeth in paranoia, it was not because of the dark caves oh ho no. The reason why he felt like this was not because of the darkness really, he was scared of losing his own mind due to the isolation. If somehow he had gotten lost, there wouldn't be a definite way of going back. The only thing that kept him sane throughout the horrifying revelations of war, death and the torture was his ego, his overconfidence. Without it, he would just be another nobody whisked away in the blink of an eye. He had to be tough, confident and flexible or else it could be too late.
Character Name: Field-Barrage
Allegiance: Autobot
Appearance Description: Field-Barrage is medium height compared to any other mechs and femmes anyway, about 20 ft, has a rather thin archetype and flexible but cold-resistant armor with shoulder miniature missiles mounted above his shoulder Pauldrons, the weapons are behind his collar normally looking like mini wings from afar. His helm has a visor which obscures half of his whole faceplate.
Near but under his spark chamber there is a turbine that helps him hover off the ground in his vehicle form. His vehicle form is basically an alien parody of a state of the art green painted sports car. In his robot form he has two green horns on his helm.
Here is his final look:
[img src="i.pinimg.com/originals/fe/06/e5/fe06e5d22da754361bd41e0837078c2e.jpg" style="max-width:100%;"]
Personality: Barrage is a often rather boisterous and cocky fellow, once his ego is pumped up getting him in reckless pursuit and dangerous life or death situations but that doesn't mean he doesn't know when to quit. He can be prevalent in skepticism when it comes to odds seemingly impossible to his own and when it seems like he has no other option, quickly thinks and acts for himself a way out of his predicament.
He treats every other bot as if they are his younger siblings or subordinates, believing himself to be the older and wiser, more experienced out of all of his brethren. By no means however does he consider himself a genius of some kind since he remembers all of his previous failures and even using them to remind himself that, yes it could've been worse but that he can do better.
Strengths + Weaknesses:
- Due to his thin and flexible armor he is able to act with more agility, which also enables him to perform feats of acrobatics, striking swiftly at enemies from behind and front especially cons that are a lot more bulkier than he is. Quick at dodging some ranged attacks and melee maneuvers as well as acting on the offensive.
- Has enough patience to be considered a level headed mech, except for the ego that he develops of himself which can be his downfall whenever it comes to sacrificing himself for his brothers in arms or situations that require selflessness.
- Has some experience and training in computer sciences which makes him more tech savvy than his other normally war mongering brethren.
- Has little or no empathy for his brethren that are injured in combat or MIA.
- The realization of all of his failures can come crashing down on him to the point of depression.
- Is often skeptical about his surroundings, people and especially technology which can sometimes alienate his past friends and allies or just a simple bystander except for of course, himself.
- Can act vain or reckless whenever he becomes overconfident in himself and his abilities.
- He can't take deafening silence or tight rooms, he is very claustrophobic.
Abilities:
- Cloaking, this ability is self-explanatory. It's basically a typical enhancement scouts usually have whenever situations require some stealth operation.
Weaponry:
x2 Shoulder missile launchers
x1 Energon battle pistol
x1 Retractable but broken Energon blade
x1 Subsonic Repeater (SMG)
History: Barrage was always a cocky and boastful fellow, racing and challenging others to a duel back on Iacon. He loved racing in city areas cause it gave him a feel of release and escape from the harsh training grounds of the Auto-trooper base of operations and law enforcement while everyone else had specific and more important plans. One day he and a couple of his companions wandered through the night while others were asleep in their barracks and entered the highly restricted control panel room (using his brief knowledge of security tech) where most of the technology resided in Barrage decided to take it upon his pals and himself to have some fun. This involved terrorizing criminals into hiding, chasing after them and antagonizing them like he had no morals. The fun would stop however after hearing from or rather being threatened by the Drill Sargent about decommissioning him from Iacon to janitorial service next time he got out of his number as of then, he was put on probation. Pouting in utter defeat he decided to take time to reflect on his actions for a while. During this time the rest of his brethren were teasing, blaming and mocking him for his actions. Frustrated and somewhat tired he used his pillow to drone out the noise as he slowly drifted into a deep slumber, his optics widened and receded within his sockets as he was greeted by the intense white light once again. At first he heard nothing, not a single sound in the barracks. He almost felt as if his audio receptors were in dire need of maintenance. That was until...
~BOOOOMM!!!
He heard right, quickly jumping out of his bed he ran towards the door panel. Submitting his biometric scan into the system, unfortunately it did not recognize him since he was on probation and on his database files he was registered equivalently as a level 1: Trainee. This required a more direct approach, an energon blade retracted from his arm and he violently stabs through the metal of the door. That would be a good idea, if the blade didn't broke to his utter disappointment. He then sat there and waited, there wasn't any other objects he could use to his disposal.
Even if he did, it probably would've been confiscated since they weren't allowed to keep any items besides energon cubes to replenish their fuel. After what looked to be a few hours, he couldn't take it anymore. The silence, it was more deafening and the space, oh primus the tight spaces, it could drive a mech to madness. He wanted to do it, go to the other side. He couldn't stand another hour in this trap, this was even worse than the hole and that was saying something. He heard it, the screams, they could've gotten even louder if it wasn't for the volleys of explosions and blaster sounds amplified to his audio receptors. Whatever was out there, he wasn't waiting to see or coming out to venture. He started to hallucinate in paranoia, he heard scratching noises and what looked to be spilled energon that didn't seem to come from him, sometimes he'd also imagine his superiors and brethren belittling him on what a failure he had become and how he couldn't survive into the field even if his life depended on it.
He had been in the barracks to the point where he could memorize every architectural detail, down to the floors and creveces of the walls where rust lied, probably due to ages of being established. He then felt something behind him, a BANG and a CLASH, then soon..BOOM!
He met a face full of door panel and was nearly toppled below it. He staggered backwards to gaze into the light, finally..and soon the mech's eyes.
"Now, what do we have here?"
THE END...?
Roleplay/Writing Sample:
Barrage watched as his brethren descended onward into the abyss, unsure whether they would make it out back alive or not. He clutched the grapple line as he himself is hoisted downwards, slowly the place grew darker and soon colder. He wondered if these may be the last moments of his life, correction: last moments of their lives. One thing for sure, he ain't going down without a fight. The grapple line was already a half way into the abyss, he gritted his teeth in paranoia, it was not because of the dark caves oh ho no. The reason why he felt like this was not because of the darkness really, he was scared of losing his own mind due to the isolation. If somehow he had gotten lost, there wouldn't be a definite way of going back. The only thing that kept him sane throughout the horrifying revelations of war, death and the torture was his ego, his overconfidence. Without it, he would just be another nobody whisked away in the blink of an eye. He had to be tough, confident and flexible or else it could be too late.