Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 4:17:21 GMT
Player Alias: Foximus
Character Name: Trachis (Marvel G1)
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance Description: Everything about Trachis can be described as fairly plain. He is of utterly average height, utterly average build, and sports no significant features that even so much as hint at his alternate mode. His color scheme is primarily dark blue with accents of gold, light gray, and black. His optics are yellow.
His alternate mode is a transport hovercraft, capable of carrying small loads. Its features are fairly nondescript, and, like Trachis’s robot mode, also tends to fade into the background.
Personality: Perhaps as a result of being a member of one of the lowest castes in Cybertronian society, Trachis exudes a quiet demeanor. However, while his lips are still, his mind is far from it. He excels at truly listening and as a result radiates an aura of calm. When he does speak, his voice can fill a room, projecting out loudly and with confidence.
Patient and thoughtful, he is appalled by injustice and discrimination. He stubbornly refuses to accept his lot in life, believing that all have a right to be accepted and become educated. He is selfless and noble, seeking to help those like him and those less fortunate and others that may just require it.
Strengths + Weaknesses: Patience is one of Trachis’s virtues. It gives him the foresight to plan ahead, see what dangers might lay before him, and grants him an advantage when dealing with particularly stubborn mechanoids. He has a sharp wit to match his patience, honed by many vorns of study at the Temple of Knowledge before its transformation into the Underbase and subsequent disappearance. His intellect is perhaps his greatest asset as it allows him to negotiate out of difficult situations and execute elaborate plans. Combined, his patience and wit add to his innate charisma.
While Trachis is very mentally proficient, his physical prowess is utterly average, much like his appearance. He was not built to be a warrior nor has he received any upgrades of that nature as of yet. Whatever skill he has with weapons is entirely self-taught as are his martial abilities. They are nowhere near the level of a seasoned warrior.
As noble and caring as Trachis can be, he tends to be a touch overprotective of those in his care, taking on more than he can handle at times and making decisions for their wellbeing without their consent. Additionally, Trachis is quite religious and his zeal for it at times can be quite fanatical. He can also be fairly theatrical as well. Trachis prefers to abstain from violence should it be at all possible.
Weaponry: Originally equipped with no weaponry, Trachis acquired a light blaster during his escape from Cybertron. He’s acquired some meager skill with it, but nothing major. He’s also picked up an energon sword and acquired a bit of skill with it. He is by no means a master.
Trachis’s real weapons are his wit and his vocalizer. These weapons he has mastered and excels at putting to use whenever the opportunity arises. His silver vocalizer allows him to charm those who might cause him and others harm, and his wit bails him out when negotiations break down. Using them in unison, while not a physical threat, Trachis can still be a force to be reckoned with.
History: Classified in one of the lowest castes of the functionalist society on Cybertron, Trachis served as a janitor in the Temple of Knowledge run by High Circuitmaster Boltax. He cleaned, moved books, sorted, organized and maintained the general state of the libraries of the temple while Boltax and his disciples studied the deeper mysteries of the cosmos.
Forbidden from studying the knowledge contained within the temple, Trachis stubbornly stole furtive glances and quick reads of the volumes contained within due to his insatiable hunger for knowledge. While he accrued this knowledge, Trachis also possessed a unique perspective that those within the temple lacked. They were privileged, and, for all their acumen, could not see the blatant discrimination outside of their walls.
Trachis was both witness and victim to the discrimination against the lower castes. As he learned more, he grew more and more appalled. He became determined to do something about it. However, as he attempted to do so, he grew aware of a horribly painful fact. He was weak. Powerless. Helpless. Not only in the physical sense, but in every other aspect.
Refusing to give up, Trachis searched the Temple of Knowledge for texts that might grant him the power to make real change in society. It was a long, exhausting and demoralizing search as nothing seemed to provide any solutions. That was, until he finally stumbled across a text vaguely describing a power tied to a very particularly deity.
Seizing the faint hope that this text afforded him, Trachis fled from the Temple of Knowledge and stole a Corvette class cruiser from the Cybertronian Elite Guard in an elaborate and desperate plan. He was just barely successful and managed to escape to the outer reaches of space where he would begin his search.
Trachis began to fantasize what he would do when he found the power that he so craved. He imagined a society free of discrimination where all would be treated equally and fairly regardless of alternate mode or any other factor. It would be a place of safety. One where those who sought a refugee could call home. This was the change he would create with this power, with the help of this deity. Trachis was so totally grateful.
However, one cycle, word came to Trachis that Cybertron was being ravaged between an all-out war between the Autobots led by a Prime and the Decepticons led by a terrorist revolutionary. Demoralized, Trachis forewent his quest. The circumstances had changed so drastically and now their species was embroiled in a vast, destructive war.
However, Trachis, through encounters with nonaligned parties and those that were once Autobots and Decepticons, realized that his dream was not impossible. In fact, it was needed more than ever. A war so catastrophic that their home world was rendered void would have refugees, those that refused to fight and those that tired of fighting. They would need a safe place to call home.
Renewing his quest with vigor, Trachis opened the doors of his ship to any and all who wished to call it home while continuing to search for the power that his deity would grant him. He would need it now to protect that which he intended to build.
Character Name: Trachis (Marvel G1)
Allegiance: Neutral
Appearance Description: Everything about Trachis can be described as fairly plain. He is of utterly average height, utterly average build, and sports no significant features that even so much as hint at his alternate mode. His color scheme is primarily dark blue with accents of gold, light gray, and black. His optics are yellow.
His alternate mode is a transport hovercraft, capable of carrying small loads. Its features are fairly nondescript, and, like Trachis’s robot mode, also tends to fade into the background.
Personality: Perhaps as a result of being a member of one of the lowest castes in Cybertronian society, Trachis exudes a quiet demeanor. However, while his lips are still, his mind is far from it. He excels at truly listening and as a result radiates an aura of calm. When he does speak, his voice can fill a room, projecting out loudly and with confidence.
Patient and thoughtful, he is appalled by injustice and discrimination. He stubbornly refuses to accept his lot in life, believing that all have a right to be accepted and become educated. He is selfless and noble, seeking to help those like him and those less fortunate and others that may just require it.
Strengths + Weaknesses: Patience is one of Trachis’s virtues. It gives him the foresight to plan ahead, see what dangers might lay before him, and grants him an advantage when dealing with particularly stubborn mechanoids. He has a sharp wit to match his patience, honed by many vorns of study at the Temple of Knowledge before its transformation into the Underbase and subsequent disappearance. His intellect is perhaps his greatest asset as it allows him to negotiate out of difficult situations and execute elaborate plans. Combined, his patience and wit add to his innate charisma.
While Trachis is very mentally proficient, his physical prowess is utterly average, much like his appearance. He was not built to be a warrior nor has he received any upgrades of that nature as of yet. Whatever skill he has with weapons is entirely self-taught as are his martial abilities. They are nowhere near the level of a seasoned warrior.
As noble and caring as Trachis can be, he tends to be a touch overprotective of those in his care, taking on more than he can handle at times and making decisions for their wellbeing without their consent. Additionally, Trachis is quite religious and his zeal for it at times can be quite fanatical. He can also be fairly theatrical as well. Trachis prefers to abstain from violence should it be at all possible.
Weaponry: Originally equipped with no weaponry, Trachis acquired a light blaster during his escape from Cybertron. He’s acquired some meager skill with it, but nothing major. He’s also picked up an energon sword and acquired a bit of skill with it. He is by no means a master.
Trachis’s real weapons are his wit and his vocalizer. These weapons he has mastered and excels at putting to use whenever the opportunity arises. His silver vocalizer allows him to charm those who might cause him and others harm, and his wit bails him out when negotiations break down. Using them in unison, while not a physical threat, Trachis can still be a force to be reckoned with.
History: Classified in one of the lowest castes of the functionalist society on Cybertron, Trachis served as a janitor in the Temple of Knowledge run by High Circuitmaster Boltax. He cleaned, moved books, sorted, organized and maintained the general state of the libraries of the temple while Boltax and his disciples studied the deeper mysteries of the cosmos.
Forbidden from studying the knowledge contained within the temple, Trachis stubbornly stole furtive glances and quick reads of the volumes contained within due to his insatiable hunger for knowledge. While he accrued this knowledge, Trachis also possessed a unique perspective that those within the temple lacked. They were privileged, and, for all their acumen, could not see the blatant discrimination outside of their walls.
Trachis was both witness and victim to the discrimination against the lower castes. As he learned more, he grew more and more appalled. He became determined to do something about it. However, as he attempted to do so, he grew aware of a horribly painful fact. He was weak. Powerless. Helpless. Not only in the physical sense, but in every other aspect.
Refusing to give up, Trachis searched the Temple of Knowledge for texts that might grant him the power to make real change in society. It was a long, exhausting and demoralizing search as nothing seemed to provide any solutions. That was, until he finally stumbled across a text vaguely describing a power tied to a very particularly deity.
Seizing the faint hope that this text afforded him, Trachis fled from the Temple of Knowledge and stole a Corvette class cruiser from the Cybertronian Elite Guard in an elaborate and desperate plan. He was just barely successful and managed to escape to the outer reaches of space where he would begin his search.
Trachis began to fantasize what he would do when he found the power that he so craved. He imagined a society free of discrimination where all would be treated equally and fairly regardless of alternate mode or any other factor. It would be a place of safety. One where those who sought a refugee could call home. This was the change he would create with this power, with the help of this deity. Trachis was so totally grateful.
However, one cycle, word came to Trachis that Cybertron was being ravaged between an all-out war between the Autobots led by a Prime and the Decepticons led by a terrorist revolutionary. Demoralized, Trachis forewent his quest. The circumstances had changed so drastically and now their species was embroiled in a vast, destructive war.
However, Trachis, through encounters with nonaligned parties and those that were once Autobots and Decepticons, realized that his dream was not impossible. In fact, it was needed more than ever. A war so catastrophic that their home world was rendered void would have refugees, those that refused to fight and those that tired of fighting. They would need a safe place to call home.
Renewing his quest with vigor, Trachis opened the doors of his ship to any and all who wished to call it home while continuing to search for the power that his deity would grant him. He would need it now to protect that which he intended to build.