Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2012 18:10:54 GMT -8
THE PLAYER
Main Account: Sterling
Other Characters: None------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name: Slayer
Nicknames: None so far.
Age: 07 Human years.
Gender: Mech
Route: Hetero
Alignment: Himself
Status: Rouge Mercenary
Weight: 32 short tons / 29.0299117 metric tons / 29,029.9117 kg / 64,000 pounds /4,571.42857 stone
Stats
Strength: 08
Intelligence: 10
Courage: 08
Firepower: 05
Speed: 09
Rank: 02
Endurance: 10
Skill: 07------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILSI'm making the image myself with photo shop, so it'll be a while.-Slayer stands 42 feet and 7 inches tall in his humanoid form, with black "hair" made out of metallic cabling to give the humanoid appearance of hair and he always wears it on his face in a full goatee, and on his scalp in the traditional military "High & Tight" fashion.
His coloring is completely solid black and charcoal marbling with platinum colored trimmings and gold silver colored eyes with praetorian purple irises.
He always stands and walks with a manner and swagger that exudes confidence and self love.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- Violence, he loves fighting for fighting sake.
- Killing, he loves slaying the wicked.
- Power, he loves to amasse as much political, martial, physical, or social power as possible.
- Wealth, unlike most transformers, Slayer has decided to accumulate monetary wealth, in order to make his own life more comfortable.
- Women, women, and more women... unlike most transformers, while he is not sexually attracted to them, recognizes the beauty in the best looking human females. And when it comes tot he females of his own species, Slayer is all about them too. He will hook up with just about any female transformer.
Dislikes:
- Cowards
- Intellectuals who are all talk.
- Unintelligent individuals.
- Useless individuals.
- Pacifists
Personality: Slayer's outlook on life is quite pessimistic at times. His philosophy could be most easily described by "If we have to die, we should take as many of them with us as possible."
When it comes to other people, they are all tools to achieve his objectives, whatever he deems them to be. He LOVES women... not that he's a womanizer, he is aways looking for a serious relationship, but will sleep with any female, he finds attractive, and willing, as long as he's not in a relationship.
The common man or woman on the street, what we would call those in low social and/or economic standard, that may come across Slayer, can expect to be ignored as though they were either non-existent or an insect. The exception to this rule comes into play if and when Slayer finds a female attractive, or when he finds a personal useful to his plans and schemes.
The first impression most people get from seeing him walk by is that he must surely contain the history of wealth and excess that comes as a celebrity. However, to those he chooses to actually have a conversation with, Slayer seems to exude charisma, confidence and charm. The ladies seem to want him, and the men want to be him.
Slayer always believes he is the rightful, and best man for any and all leadership positions, and he takes extreme joy, pleasure and satisfaction in successfully dominating and controlling people's lives. This is especially true if the control can be done subtly.
When it comes to personal combat and war, he is physically courage to the extreme, almost always willing to lead the assault. However, moral courage is another matter. He can be just are ruthless and fickle as all other people. Whenever anyone crosses him, his automatic reaction is to utterly and completely crush his enemy. This can happen in either one of two ways. first, if the offender is within immediate striking range, he will confront them physically in close combat. And if that is not practical he will follow Machiavellian-like methods of destroying their worlds and personal life before finally confronting him. seize your enemy's resources, alienate their friends, eliminate their wealth, disrupt their supply lies, destroy their alliances, and THEN they will be ready for death.
Strengths: Slayer is truly fearless in close quarter battle. During battle he unleashes a devastating barrage of fury upon his opponents, while not letting his personal feelings interact with his combat. Slayer s extremely cold and calculating to those he has no personal bond with, and is extremely direct and tot eh point with everyone he meets.
Weaknesses: The downsides to Slayer are many, he is extremely egotistical, and quite pessimistic. Slayer can be overly silly sometimes, and has an extreme case of Athazagoraphobia.------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family: None
History: The life of Slayer began in the mind of a human male at the Pentagon's science department, when he had the idea of developing remote controlled, humanoid battle robots or “mechs” as they would letter by jokingly called.
After almost 15 years of research, development and refinement, the design was ready to be implemented into a prototype. It took almost another three years to get the capital needed to start the project, and then it began.
After five years of construction. Refinement and set backs, the prototype was built, and was ready to be displayed at an experimental arms show in Nevada.
The fateful day in April came, and the show began. Several hours into it, as the various government, military, and civilian minds were looking over everyone's prototypes. One explosion, then a second and a third, followed by a Decepticon falling down into the expo having been shot down out of the sky by an Autobot. The battle raged on for hours with humans running everywhere forgetting their costly machines, running desperately for their lives.
After approximately 20 minutes of fighting, the Decepticon was beaten so bad he exploded, his parts and energy going everywhere. The result of this was Slayer being energized by energon giving him his own spark and the sentience that comes with it. After gaining that sentience he immediately scanned the closest two vehicles to him, which happened to be the new stealth prototype of the AC-130U gunship, and the new M1A4X Main Battle Tank prototype, downloading them into his memory banks.
Since then, Slayer has offered his combat and martial abilities to the highest bidder as a mercenary.------------------------------------------------------------------------------IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Weaponry:
- While in humanoid form: Transformer size-fitted Sword, Shield, Knife, Spear, pistol.
- While in AC-130XX & M1A4X Forms: 1x flex mounted .50 Caliber (12.7×99mm NATO) M2E2/M2A1 Browning Machine Gun, 1x flex mounted General Dynamics Armament and Technical Products Mk 19 40×53mm grenade launcher, 1x coaxial .3 Caliber (7.62×51mm NATO) FN Manufacturing, LLC M240 machine gun, 1x coaxial .3 Caliber (7.62×51mm NATO) Dillon Aero Hybrid M134D-H Minigun, 2x British Royal Ordnance M68A1 4.1339 Caliber (105 mm) rifled tank gun, 2x General Dynamics Land Systems 6-barrel smoke grenade launcher.
Extra: N/A------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME-Rp Sample-
Transformers RP Sample
Abyss recently left a random car wash in New Mexico, having encountered two humans from an organization called MECH. The now very shiny 1976 Chrysler Imperial sparkled like a black diamond on the Interstate highway. Her Cybertronian signal was supressed as always in case she detected or smelled any unwanted Decepticon or Autobot foes nearby. She looked like a human occupying a vehicle rather than a Cybertronian, were it not for the distinguishable smell and the Chrysler's Green Hornet logo on the grill. A random rock song was playing loudly in her speakers as she sped down the highway, pushing the speed limits testingly. Abyss was always on the move, and always ready to receive a new target if it came down to that.
Slayer had been glad to return after all these years galavanting aorund the globe being muscle for hire for every kingpin, mafia boss and warlord who could afford his prices. Now was tiem to give back to his homeland. Now was time to offer his services to his home government, tot eh government that had given him existence, and the Autobots that had given him, albeit accidentally, life.
It was a warm day to him, according to his weather and atmosphereic sensors. A beautiful day the humans would call it. {“Wow she's a beautiful woman in a beautiful car there.”} He thought to himself as he traveled down the highway. Which was quite unusual for him, or any tank for that matter, but today was a new day. He was wearing the new rubber tread covers the United States Department of Defense laboratory had developed for urban road travel for tanks a few years ago. Last thing he wanted to do was destroy the roads of his home.
His thoughts returned to the woman driving her black, classic car in a very quick way. He sped up to her and said “Good afternoon m'lady.” If a very deep masculine voice. However he made it appear as though a United States Army National Guard Soldier was the tank's commander, and was standing out of the main hatch talking to her through the use of his hologram generator.
Abyss's holoform turned her head towards the cracked window of her alternate mode, and her dark eyes looked up at the man -- the well built militant holographic figure, rather, that was in the tank. "Well hello soldier," her British accent responded over the engines and the relative wind. She called him a soldier because he quite plainly looked like one, and she figured she may as well pay him some respect even though he was a human -or rather, appeared to be one. The tank had an odd smell to it and she was suspiciously examining his figure with the utmost scrutiny-noting the scent wasn't human, but not Cybertronian either. "It's not every day I see a tank on the roads out here. Headed to a nearby base I presume?" she turned down her music to reduce distractions, her receptors simply didn't need them.
“Well actually its kind of a weird situation. I am a soldier for America, but I'm independently wealthy and I bought this tank for myself. I AM actually headed to work though.”
The hologram spoke and then let out a heavy laugh. As he spoke his hologram flickered a few times, millisecond flickers each time. They were way too fast for the human eye to perceive, but a transformer paying attention would see them.
Once she determined his nature, that he was indeed a hologram, she would be able to observe that no where on this tank of monstrous proportions was there Autobot, OR Decpeticon symbols or markings anywhere on the tanks chassis. However, while his frame and components would seem foreign and different to her, she could still probably sense energon coming from him.
“Where is such a beautiful woman headed with her wonderfully nice looking, and apparently well taken care of vehicle today?”
Abyss sighed inwardly, knowing it was very rare for her to go through a day without a male complimenting her on her looks and/or trying to take her home. Yet despite that observation, she had no interest in changing her holoform's appearance, so she would just have to accept that was simply how it was going to be. "No where in particular honestly, I'm an independent worker -" she smirked briefly "wouldn't say I'm wealthy, but I definitely get around." in truth, Abyss would do just about anything for money, be it human currencies or Cybertronian - it didn't matter. Abyss's moral compass was a little off balance when it came to the topic of money. "Just been enjoying the sites these days."
Slayer realized his hologram flickered and hoped he was safe... after all a human wouldn't see it.
"Well madam, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself around my home state. I hope you continue having fun here in the great state of New Mexico. But I must be on my way.”
After speaking those words, he made sure to memorize her license plate for later, and sped off at about 85 miles an hour, something a normal tank could not do.
