Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 15:12:43 GMT
Player Alias: Meta
Character Name: Oxid (Transformers: Prime)
Allegiance: Autobot
Appearance Description:
The most striking feature of Oxid is not his impressive size; instead, it is his voice. Past damage to his vocoder has left him with a gritty voice that is thick with static. The best way to describe it is the sound of gravel rubbing together. There are times his vocoder is so strained that he can't talk at all. Thankfully for everyone, he is usually quick and to-the-point.
The way he holds himself is stiff and tense, and his movements can be just as painful to watch. He always looks like a rubber band just moments from snapping. Gentleness is a foreign concept. Thick scarring underneath his armor adds to this 'hard' look. However, it's clear that Oxid does care about his own maintenance. His paint job is rather well kept, and there's no sign of rusting despite all the time he spends in the water.
His alt mode is a trawler (a type of boat often used in commercial fishing).
Personality: Oxid is most known for his crude, abrasive mannerisms. He has little tolerance for stupidity, and he is not afraid to make his opinion known on any and all matters. Quick with a curse and slow to praise, a lot of mecha find his temperament difficult to deal with; however, Oxid does have more to contribute than a less-than-sunny disposition.
He is very intelligent, forefront in his field of Marine Meteorology, and not afraid of hard work. The trawler is willing to risk life and limb doing search-and-rescue on the Sea of Rust during his off time. If anything, he spends a little too much time out in the field. He enjoys the isolation and dangerous beauty of his working environment.
Oxid is not all rough edges; while he rarely discusses or shares one of his favorite hobbies, he is an avid reader of any and all poetry. He enjoys trying to collect works from before the war, having a rather impressive collection for a simple hobbyist. Thankfully for all, he does not share the same passion for writing poetry (except for when he's overcharged). Fine words may be beyond him, but he can certainly appreciate those who wield them.
With a stubborn resolve second to none, Oxid can tough out most any situation that doesn't require social niceties. He is also afflicted with a compulsive need to fix other people's mistakes. He can be a little too forceful in pursuit of his goals without a calmer personality there to balance him out.
He may or may not be a Wrecker fanboy. The verdict is still out on that one.
Strengths + Weaknesses: (I do suggest reading his history before tackling this section. The flow of my writing prompts me to do history first and this section will make a ton more sense if you do.)
Strengths
1. He has plenty of determination to spare! Once Oxid sets his mind to something he will follow it through. That means he is willing to take on a lot of projects that others have abandoned as impossible.
2. Oxid is fairly intelligent! He can understand higher-level science and mathematics. This means that he learns quickly and can be very helpful in situations where a quick mind is needed. It does take a lot of time and effort to keep him occupied, though.
3. He is extremely talented at navigating oceans, especially through stormy conditions. While a highly specific skill, as Cybertronians have fought on many different fronts it has come in handy on more than one occasion. It also helps him in his meteorological studies.
4. Oxid has a strong sense of duty and responsibility. It keeps him focused and makes the chance for betrayal rather low. He knows what he wants and is not afraid to grab for it.
5. Oxid has picked up quite a few useful skills in search and rescue. He knows basic first aid, piloting to get to more remote regions, and useful tricks to search large areas for missing mecha. While hardly a true professional in the medical or piloting fields, he knows enough to make do when the situation requires. He is an avid hobbyist for piloting in particular.
Weaknesses
1. He suffers from general stiffness and soreness throughout his frame because of his past career. After repeated procedures to replace other worn parts, his frame is heavily scarred. As replacement parts became more difficult to locate at the height of the war, he has had to learn to live with a few faulty parts. For example, his vocoder is almost completely shot thank to the mildly corrosive gasses that rise from the Sea of Rust.
2. When Oxid is in pursuit of a goal he doesn't always know when to stop. This is especially evident in his dedication to his past career and the types of missions that Oxid likes to accept. He finds it hard to turn away a lost cause, but some causes should be lost for good reason.
3. He struggles in most situations that require social finesse. Oxid finds it much easier to cuss up a storm than deal with people's crap. He tends to withdraw and let others take charge in those types of matters (unless he's too upset to pull back).
4. His frame is not built for speed, and he can be a bit slow/cumbersome. This, coupled with his chronic stiffness, means he can be clumsy on his off days. More delicate work can be slow and frustrating for him.
5. Oxid is generally a loner. He works better in a secluded environment, and this can prove to be a little difficult in army-like conditions. Especially with so few of their species left, his tendency to wander off can be both frustrating (and at times even dangerous).
Abilities: Oxid has in-built mechanisms that help him measure the speed of the wind, changes in air-pressure, etc., but these are mostly relics of his past career. They do, upon occasion, help him if he happens to be sharpshooting or something of that nature. That way he can take into account wind direction and other factors before taking a shot.
Weaponry: He tends to use a sniper rifle on land; aquatic warfare requires him to carry slightly different and heavier weapons, usually specializing in anti-aircraft guns. He does not carry his aquatic weaponry the vast majority of the time, though.
History: Oxid's unusual alt mode, a trawler, may have spared him the fate of being assigned to Kaon before the war. The career he did end up in, though, still had its share of difficulties. While he was a member of the intellectual class, he was assigned to the very bottom of the rung: marine meteorology. Many elements of meteorology were inherently dangerous, such as repeated and prolonged exposure to Cybertron's acid rain, and the Hydrax Plateau was one of the worst places to work.
To be more exact Oxid worked for the Hydrax Plateau Spaceport; he helped monitor the bordering Sea of Rust, warning when foul weather threatened so that flights could be canceled or delayed. However, that was the easy part of his job. The trawler also conducted studies on the ocean's currents, the acidity of rain, etc. Many times his work required field readings, and that's where the true danger came in. Prolonged exposure to the corrosive Sea of Rust was known to have adverse effects; while it caused little harm day-to-day, thousands of years of working in such an environment took its toll.
Oxid's components wore out at alarming speeds compared to the average Cybertronian; while this could be managed with proper maintenance, the sheer cost of doing so was what killed many in his field. It was a delicate balancing act of trying to decide which parts needed replaced right away and which could function for a few more years without catastrophic failure. Oxid was barely paid enough to cover his necessary maintenance, much less his recommended maintenance.
There was just one issue; for all of the pain it caused him, Oxid loved his job. If the war had never disrupted his life he likely would have become just another statistic, gladly facing the challenges of the Sea of Rust for his passion.
With the onset of the war, though, things changed. Like so many others, Oxid threw in his support with Orion and the Council; he felt he had something to protect in the old order of things, something he did not want completely destroyed with a violent upheaval. The level-headed, reasonable Orion seemed a good choice to lead Cybertron's transition. Oxid was forced to confront change head-on when the Hydrax Plateau Spaceport, a strategically important location, was attacked.
Seeing his home ravaged, Oxid began to realize that this was was inevitable. He did the only thing that he felt he could, joining the fight. His abrasive temperament made working in groups difficult, but with time and persistence the trawler carved out a place for himself among the Autobots. He became known for his tendency to take on Search-and-Rescue missions, especially those close to or on the Sea of Rust. With the large scope of the war there were plenty to be had. He, upon occasion, was called in to consult for aquatic battles because of his knowledge of the Sea of Rust. The trawler also saw his fair share of battles out on the waves.
As he had always done, Oxid stubbornly persisted. Alas, the planet did not. During the chaos of evacuation he and a small band of his companions were split from the main body of Autobot troops. Attempts to find them again have been unsuccessful, as large as the universe is and as depleted as their numbers are. Oxid has had plenty of adventures along the way, though, and the lull in fighting has given him precious time to recover from the years of abuse his frame suffered both out in the field and in battle.
Roleplay/Writing Sample: Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The waves lapped against the sand like a gentle sparkbeat, lulling Oxid into a rare moment of peace and quiet. Shuttering his optics, he can almost pretend this alien ocean is the Sea of Rust; the only thing missing is the sharp tang of corrosive gasses, a scent he almost misses. He feels it, though, in the throb, throb, throb of his sore shoulder; the Sea will eat him alive no matter where he happens to be.
"What are you doing, Oxidize? Reciting love poetry in your helm? Get back in the moment," one of his comrades jokes.
Oxid's optics snap back online, and he growls low in his vocoder. The other soldier looks towards the orange sky, trying to locate the source of the rumble of thunder. It's only after a moment or two that the Autobot's gaze shifts, realizing that it came from none other than Oxid. "Screw you," Oxid snaps.
'They'll never let me hear the end of it after finding my poetry stash. But the full name was just low,' he thinks to himself. "You'd be lucky to have me if I was, you lout."
But his companion does have a point. They have a mission to complete. Shoving past the other mecha, Oxid keeps walking along the shoreline with a determined stride. The sand makes a disturbing, sucking sound under his weight, leaving large footsteps in his wake. Within moments the waves rush up to start washing them away. Maybe, just maybe, this ocean is just as ravenous as the one he loves.
Character Name: Oxid (Transformers: Prime)
Allegiance: Autobot
Appearance Description:
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The most striking feature of Oxid is not his impressive size; instead, it is his voice. Past damage to his vocoder has left him with a gritty voice that is thick with static. The best way to describe it is the sound of gravel rubbing together. There are times his vocoder is so strained that he can't talk at all. Thankfully for everyone, he is usually quick and to-the-point.
The way he holds himself is stiff and tense, and his movements can be just as painful to watch. He always looks like a rubber band just moments from snapping. Gentleness is a foreign concept. Thick scarring underneath his armor adds to this 'hard' look. However, it's clear that Oxid does care about his own maintenance. His paint job is rather well kept, and there's no sign of rusting despite all the time he spends in the water.
His alt mode is a trawler (a type of boat often used in commercial fishing).
Personality: Oxid is most known for his crude, abrasive mannerisms. He has little tolerance for stupidity, and he is not afraid to make his opinion known on any and all matters. Quick with a curse and slow to praise, a lot of mecha find his temperament difficult to deal with; however, Oxid does have more to contribute than a less-than-sunny disposition.
He is very intelligent, forefront in his field of Marine Meteorology, and not afraid of hard work. The trawler is willing to risk life and limb doing search-and-rescue on the Sea of Rust during his off time. If anything, he spends a little too much time out in the field. He enjoys the isolation and dangerous beauty of his working environment.
Oxid is not all rough edges; while he rarely discusses or shares one of his favorite hobbies, he is an avid reader of any and all poetry. He enjoys trying to collect works from before the war, having a rather impressive collection for a simple hobbyist. Thankfully for all, he does not share the same passion for writing poetry (except for when he's overcharged). Fine words may be beyond him, but he can certainly appreciate those who wield them.
With a stubborn resolve second to none, Oxid can tough out most any situation that doesn't require social niceties. He is also afflicted with a compulsive need to fix other people's mistakes. He can be a little too forceful in pursuit of his goals without a calmer personality there to balance him out.
He may or may not be a Wrecker fanboy. The verdict is still out on that one.
Strengths + Weaknesses: (I do suggest reading his history before tackling this section. The flow of my writing prompts me to do history first and this section will make a ton more sense if you do.)
Strengths
1. He has plenty of determination to spare! Once Oxid sets his mind to something he will follow it through. That means he is willing to take on a lot of projects that others have abandoned as impossible.
2. Oxid is fairly intelligent! He can understand higher-level science and mathematics. This means that he learns quickly and can be very helpful in situations where a quick mind is needed. It does take a lot of time and effort to keep him occupied, though.
3. He is extremely talented at navigating oceans, especially through stormy conditions. While a highly specific skill, as Cybertronians have fought on many different fronts it has come in handy on more than one occasion. It also helps him in his meteorological studies.
4. Oxid has a strong sense of duty and responsibility. It keeps him focused and makes the chance for betrayal rather low. He knows what he wants and is not afraid to grab for it.
5. Oxid has picked up quite a few useful skills in search and rescue. He knows basic first aid, piloting to get to more remote regions, and useful tricks to search large areas for missing mecha. While hardly a true professional in the medical or piloting fields, he knows enough to make do when the situation requires. He is an avid hobbyist for piloting in particular.
Weaknesses
1. He suffers from general stiffness and soreness throughout his frame because of his past career. After repeated procedures to replace other worn parts, his frame is heavily scarred. As replacement parts became more difficult to locate at the height of the war, he has had to learn to live with a few faulty parts. For example, his vocoder is almost completely shot thank to the mildly corrosive gasses that rise from the Sea of Rust.
2. When Oxid is in pursuit of a goal he doesn't always know when to stop. This is especially evident in his dedication to his past career and the types of missions that Oxid likes to accept. He finds it hard to turn away a lost cause, but some causes should be lost for good reason.
3. He struggles in most situations that require social finesse. Oxid finds it much easier to cuss up a storm than deal with people's crap. He tends to withdraw and let others take charge in those types of matters (unless he's too upset to pull back).
4. His frame is not built for speed, and he can be a bit slow/cumbersome. This, coupled with his chronic stiffness, means he can be clumsy on his off days. More delicate work can be slow and frustrating for him.
5. Oxid is generally a loner. He works better in a secluded environment, and this can prove to be a little difficult in army-like conditions. Especially with so few of their species left, his tendency to wander off can be both frustrating (and at times even dangerous).
Abilities: Oxid has in-built mechanisms that help him measure the speed of the wind, changes in air-pressure, etc., but these are mostly relics of his past career. They do, upon occasion, help him if he happens to be sharpshooting or something of that nature. That way he can take into account wind direction and other factors before taking a shot.
Weaponry: He tends to use a sniper rifle on land; aquatic warfare requires him to carry slightly different and heavier weapons, usually specializing in anti-aircraft guns. He does not carry his aquatic weaponry the vast majority of the time, though.
History: Oxid's unusual alt mode, a trawler, may have spared him the fate of being assigned to Kaon before the war. The career he did end up in, though, still had its share of difficulties. While he was a member of the intellectual class, he was assigned to the very bottom of the rung: marine meteorology. Many elements of meteorology were inherently dangerous, such as repeated and prolonged exposure to Cybertron's acid rain, and the Hydrax Plateau was one of the worst places to work.
To be more exact Oxid worked for the Hydrax Plateau Spaceport; he helped monitor the bordering Sea of Rust, warning when foul weather threatened so that flights could be canceled or delayed. However, that was the easy part of his job. The trawler also conducted studies on the ocean's currents, the acidity of rain, etc. Many times his work required field readings, and that's where the true danger came in. Prolonged exposure to the corrosive Sea of Rust was known to have adverse effects; while it caused little harm day-to-day, thousands of years of working in such an environment took its toll.
Oxid's components wore out at alarming speeds compared to the average Cybertronian; while this could be managed with proper maintenance, the sheer cost of doing so was what killed many in his field. It was a delicate balancing act of trying to decide which parts needed replaced right away and which could function for a few more years without catastrophic failure. Oxid was barely paid enough to cover his necessary maintenance, much less his recommended maintenance.
There was just one issue; for all of the pain it caused him, Oxid loved his job. If the war had never disrupted his life he likely would have become just another statistic, gladly facing the challenges of the Sea of Rust for his passion.
With the onset of the war, though, things changed. Like so many others, Oxid threw in his support with Orion and the Council; he felt he had something to protect in the old order of things, something he did not want completely destroyed with a violent upheaval. The level-headed, reasonable Orion seemed a good choice to lead Cybertron's transition. Oxid was forced to confront change head-on when the Hydrax Plateau Spaceport, a strategically important location, was attacked.
Seeing his home ravaged, Oxid began to realize that this was was inevitable. He did the only thing that he felt he could, joining the fight. His abrasive temperament made working in groups difficult, but with time and persistence the trawler carved out a place for himself among the Autobots. He became known for his tendency to take on Search-and-Rescue missions, especially those close to or on the Sea of Rust. With the large scope of the war there were plenty to be had. He, upon occasion, was called in to consult for aquatic battles because of his knowledge of the Sea of Rust. The trawler also saw his fair share of battles out on the waves.
As he had always done, Oxid stubbornly persisted. Alas, the planet did not. During the chaos of evacuation he and a small band of his companions were split from the main body of Autobot troops. Attempts to find them again have been unsuccessful, as large as the universe is and as depleted as their numbers are. Oxid has had plenty of adventures along the way, though, and the lull in fighting has given him precious time to recover from the years of abuse his frame suffered both out in the field and in battle.
Roleplay/Writing Sample: Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The waves lapped against the sand like a gentle sparkbeat, lulling Oxid into a rare moment of peace and quiet. Shuttering his optics, he can almost pretend this alien ocean is the Sea of Rust; the only thing missing is the sharp tang of corrosive gasses, a scent he almost misses. He feels it, though, in the throb, throb, throb of his sore shoulder; the Sea will eat him alive no matter where he happens to be.
"What are you doing, Oxidize? Reciting love poetry in your helm? Get back in the moment," one of his comrades jokes.
Oxid's optics snap back online, and he growls low in his vocoder. The other soldier looks towards the orange sky, trying to locate the source of the rumble of thunder. It's only after a moment or two that the Autobot's gaze shifts, realizing that it came from none other than Oxid. "Screw you," Oxid snaps.
'They'll never let me hear the end of it after finding my poetry stash. But the full name was just low,' he thinks to himself. "You'd be lucky to have me if I was, you lout."
But his companion does have a point. They have a mission to complete. Shoving past the other mecha, Oxid keeps walking along the shoreline with a determined stride. The sand makes a disturbing, sucking sound under his weight, leaving large footsteps in his wake. Within moments the waves rush up to start washing them away. Maybe, just maybe, this ocean is just as ravenous as the one he loves.