Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 5:56:56 GMT
Player Alias: Foximus
Character Name: Cyclonus
Allegiance: Decepticon
Appearance Description:
With two silver horns jutting out from his purple helm and skeletal faceplate, Cyclonus appears every bit the warrior that he is. Sharp digits render his hands into weapons. The wings of his spacecraft alternate mode jut out from his back as well as his forearms.
Personality: Stoic, impersonal, calculating, loyal, warrior. If an individual could be summed up in five words, these five would epitomize Cyclonus. He radiates might and confidence. Unlike some lesser Decepticons, he doesn’t use his might or intelligence to attain politic advancements, instead placing his faith and loyalty in the cause, and, moreover, his commander.
The cold, consummate professional, Cyclonus feels nothing but utter contempt for those who undermine the Decepticon cause and goals for the sake of personal advancement, most notably Starscream. Having earned the respect of those who serve him and the disdain of those who seek to overthrow Megatron, Cyclonus acts as a harsh yet fair lieutenant.
Strengths + Weaknesses: One of the most physically powerful Cybertronians as well as extremely intelligent, Cyclonus could easily make a bid for power as ruler of the Decepticons, yet he chooses not to. His loyalty to his master is total, allowing him to place utmost faith in his commander. His dedication to the Decepticon cause is so intense, in fact, that it causes him to exclude most other emotions and interests from his mind.
The razor sharp focus is both a blessing and a curse. It makes him a brutally efficient soldier and highly adept commander. The downside being that he is very much a tool for his master’s use and little else. His own emotions and interests have been repressed, and though he sometimes finds an outlet for them, more often than not, he is hard at work preventing those who seek to topple Megatron and routing the Autobots.
Abilities: Cyclonus transforms into a space jet, which can reach speeds up to Mach 5 in the atmosphere. His flight capabilities go beyond merely that however. Capable of reaching escape velocity on a variety of worlds and traveling between planets in a standard solar system, Cyclonus possesses much individual mobility.
Additional to his impressive flight capabilities, Cyclonus’s wit is a sharp blade to use against Megatron’s enemies. A more than capable commander, Cyclonus is able to use each of the soldiers assigned to him to their utmost as he verses himself with their personalities and tactical capabilities. His clawed actuators allow him to rend metal with the physical strength to back it up.
Weaponry: Cyclonus has a variety of weapons at his command. His best is his wit, but his strength serves him well. In addition to those, he also possesses more conventional forms of weaponry. Two lasers mount on the sides of his alternate mode and can be used in robot mode as well. He is also equipped with an incendiary bomb rack, which he can use to set his foes aflame, smoke them out, set traps or ambushes with, or simply drop them from his alternate mode’s bomb bay.
His typical weapon in robot mode, however, is an ancient oxidizing laser. This particularly cruel bit of technology fuses its targets’ internal mechanisms. A relic of bygone days, some improvements and tweaks have been made to it over the eons to increase its combative capabilities.
History: Old by any currently living Cybertronian’s standards, Cyclonus was a servant of Galvatron back in the golden age of Cybertron. Through Galvatron, Cyclonus came to know many important historical figures such as Jhiaxus and Nova Prime and became quite involved with them and their schemes. However, he left their circles after an accident with the Ark-1 marooned him alone in space with the Ark-1, Galvatron, and the others nowhere to be found.
Eventually, Cyclonus returned to Cybertron, eking out a rather solitary yet purposeless lifestyle. He became close associates with a Cybertronian named Scourge, and practiced his faith until one fateful day. On that day, Cyclonus heard tell of a revolutionary with a noble cause, one that fought against the corruption that Nova Prime and Jhiaxus had set rampant in Cybertronian society.
In seeking to know more, Cyclonus soon found himself inspired. He became a Decepticon and devoted himself to their worthy cause, now having found a purpose in life that would also allow him to atone for his negligence with Galvatron and Nova Prime.
Roleplay Writing Sample:
“Lord Galvatron, please forgive me,” Cyclonus uttered as he kneeled before his master, his head hung low. His body wore all the marks of combat. Holes riddled his frame. Energon leaked from unknown orifices onto to the floor, collecting in a neat pink pool. Galvatron stood before him, fury and madness in his optics.
“You’ve failed me for the last time, Cyclonus!” he roared, a mighty fist connecting with the top of Cyclonus’s head. He had prepared for the blow and received it faithfully. Gratefully. It helped assuage the shame of his failure. Despite the sheer impact of the blow denting Cyclonus’s helm, he had not flinched. A new trail of energon leaked down from his face, beginning a new pink pool on the floor.
“Allow me to atone for my failure,” Cyclonus requested. He would not sully the name of his master by pleading for mercy or expecting forgiveness for nothing. He would prove his value. Earn his value back in his master’s optics. Still, Cyclonus did not raise his head. His shame was too great without the promise of atonement.
Galvatron considered this for a moment, staring at Cyclonus with cold, crimson optics. “Very well,” he allowed, “But if you fail me again, Cyclonus, your life is forfeit.”
Cyclonus rose with a grace that seemed to refute the very existence of his injuries and bowed low, showing his utter respect and deference. “Your generosity knows no bounds, Lord Galvatron.” He drew himself to his full height. “And you needn’t trouble yourself should I fail you again. I will take my own life and die with what little honor I have left to me.”
“Then go, Cyclonus. And do not return unless you are victorious,” Galvatron growled lowly, turning his back to his lieutenant to stare out into the inky black void. Bowing his head one last time and crossing his arm over his chest in reverent salute, Cyclonus turned on his heel and exited the room, a pink trail of energon drops in his wake.
Plink!
Character Name: Cyclonus
Allegiance: Decepticon
Appearance Description:
With two silver horns jutting out from his purple helm and skeletal faceplate, Cyclonus appears every bit the warrior that he is. Sharp digits render his hands into weapons. The wings of his spacecraft alternate mode jut out from his back as well as his forearms.
Personality: Stoic, impersonal, calculating, loyal, warrior. If an individual could be summed up in five words, these five would epitomize Cyclonus. He radiates might and confidence. Unlike some lesser Decepticons, he doesn’t use his might or intelligence to attain politic advancements, instead placing his faith and loyalty in the cause, and, moreover, his commander.
The cold, consummate professional, Cyclonus feels nothing but utter contempt for those who undermine the Decepticon cause and goals for the sake of personal advancement, most notably Starscream. Having earned the respect of those who serve him and the disdain of those who seek to overthrow Megatron, Cyclonus acts as a harsh yet fair lieutenant.
Strengths + Weaknesses: One of the most physically powerful Cybertronians as well as extremely intelligent, Cyclonus could easily make a bid for power as ruler of the Decepticons, yet he chooses not to. His loyalty to his master is total, allowing him to place utmost faith in his commander. His dedication to the Decepticon cause is so intense, in fact, that it causes him to exclude most other emotions and interests from his mind.
The razor sharp focus is both a blessing and a curse. It makes him a brutally efficient soldier and highly adept commander. The downside being that he is very much a tool for his master’s use and little else. His own emotions and interests have been repressed, and though he sometimes finds an outlet for them, more often than not, he is hard at work preventing those who seek to topple Megatron and routing the Autobots.
Abilities: Cyclonus transforms into a space jet, which can reach speeds up to Mach 5 in the atmosphere. His flight capabilities go beyond merely that however. Capable of reaching escape velocity on a variety of worlds and traveling between planets in a standard solar system, Cyclonus possesses much individual mobility.
Additional to his impressive flight capabilities, Cyclonus’s wit is a sharp blade to use against Megatron’s enemies. A more than capable commander, Cyclonus is able to use each of the soldiers assigned to him to their utmost as he verses himself with their personalities and tactical capabilities. His clawed actuators allow him to rend metal with the physical strength to back it up.
Weaponry: Cyclonus has a variety of weapons at his command. His best is his wit, but his strength serves him well. In addition to those, he also possesses more conventional forms of weaponry. Two lasers mount on the sides of his alternate mode and can be used in robot mode as well. He is also equipped with an incendiary bomb rack, which he can use to set his foes aflame, smoke them out, set traps or ambushes with, or simply drop them from his alternate mode’s bomb bay.
His typical weapon in robot mode, however, is an ancient oxidizing laser. This particularly cruel bit of technology fuses its targets’ internal mechanisms. A relic of bygone days, some improvements and tweaks have been made to it over the eons to increase its combative capabilities.
History: Old by any currently living Cybertronian’s standards, Cyclonus was a servant of Galvatron back in the golden age of Cybertron. Through Galvatron, Cyclonus came to know many important historical figures such as Jhiaxus and Nova Prime and became quite involved with them and their schemes. However, he left their circles after an accident with the Ark-1 marooned him alone in space with the Ark-1, Galvatron, and the others nowhere to be found.
Eventually, Cyclonus returned to Cybertron, eking out a rather solitary yet purposeless lifestyle. He became close associates with a Cybertronian named Scourge, and practiced his faith until one fateful day. On that day, Cyclonus heard tell of a revolutionary with a noble cause, one that fought against the corruption that Nova Prime and Jhiaxus had set rampant in Cybertronian society.
In seeking to know more, Cyclonus soon found himself inspired. He became a Decepticon and devoted himself to their worthy cause, now having found a purpose in life that would also allow him to atone for his negligence with Galvatron and Nova Prime.
Roleplay Writing Sample:
“Lord Galvatron, please forgive me,” Cyclonus uttered as he kneeled before his master, his head hung low. His body wore all the marks of combat. Holes riddled his frame. Energon leaked from unknown orifices onto to the floor, collecting in a neat pink pool. Galvatron stood before him, fury and madness in his optics.
“You’ve failed me for the last time, Cyclonus!” he roared, a mighty fist connecting with the top of Cyclonus’s head. He had prepared for the blow and received it faithfully. Gratefully. It helped assuage the shame of his failure. Despite the sheer impact of the blow denting Cyclonus’s helm, he had not flinched. A new trail of energon leaked down from his face, beginning a new pink pool on the floor.
“Allow me to atone for my failure,” Cyclonus requested. He would not sully the name of his master by pleading for mercy or expecting forgiveness for nothing. He would prove his value. Earn his value back in his master’s optics. Still, Cyclonus did not raise his head. His shame was too great without the promise of atonement.
Galvatron considered this for a moment, staring at Cyclonus with cold, crimson optics. “Very well,” he allowed, “But if you fail me again, Cyclonus, your life is forfeit.”
Cyclonus rose with a grace that seemed to refute the very existence of his injuries and bowed low, showing his utter respect and deference. “Your generosity knows no bounds, Lord Galvatron.” He drew himself to his full height. “And you needn’t trouble yourself should I fail you again. I will take my own life and die with what little honor I have left to me.”
“Then go, Cyclonus. And do not return unless you are victorious,” Galvatron growled lowly, turning his back to his lieutenant to stare out into the inky black void. Bowing his head one last time and crossing his arm over his chest in reverent salute, Cyclonus turned on his heel and exited the room, a pink trail of energon drops in his wake.
Plink!