Post by Elina on Feb 2, 2012 21:00:24 GMT -8
THE PLAYER
Main Account: Irobashi [admin]
Other Characters: Character Log------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name:ThundercatElina
Nicknames: El, Squirrel Lady, Ninja Cat Lady
Age: Young adult
Gender: Femme
Route: Straight
Alignment: Autobot
Status: Warrior
Stats
Strength: 9
Intelligence: 4 | 8* (Logic Processors)
Courage: 8 | 7* (Logic Processors)
Firepower: 4 | 8* (Last Resort Electrical Surge)
Speed: 5
Rank: 2
Endurance: 8
Skill: 3 | 6* (Logic Processors)------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILSStanding at fifteen feet tall, you'll see that she possesses a rather well armored frame. You'd call her bulky, but this is merely due to the armor and there are hints here and there of her being average build beneath said armor. Her main color being yellow, a blue racing stripe runs down her chassis to match the two blue stripes at the end of her tail. On top of both her helm and tail, chargers. Two on her head, threatening to electrocute those who ask for it, one at the end of her tail to complete the circuit so make it harder to ground this femme.------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- Spending time with Vicky.
- Squirrels
- Dancing to music with friends.
- Goofing off
- Watching over the others.
- Friendly company
- Hanging out with Ratchet.
Dislikes:
- Seeing anyone dare mess with Vicky.
- Being yelled at or scorned.
- Being called crazy.
- Being talked down upon.
- Being pissed off by another, which just makes her even more pissed that someone angered her in the first place.
- Anyone being DUMB enough to EVER dare even look at the kids on base wrong. Your only warning will be Elina stepping forward, holding her ground and looking like she'd accept your challenge to a fight. Don't threaten the kids.
- Others writing her off as stupid.
- Others not being able to understand her point of view.
- Harming others
Personality: Fun loving and overall this Autobot appears to be high on life. You'd think it weird for someone to seem so optimistic all day long as if there's no a care or worry in the world. Of course in reality, her mentality has been through great things, tested against past occurrences that she leaves locked up in the back of her damaged mind. She pushes on as if these sort of things don't bother her whatsoever, which normally, they don't due to the fact she doesn't really think about those memories. At times she's unsure how or why Vicky can't seem to stop thinking about them, unable to tell what it would be like to not be allowed to box those sort of things away.
Something else you'll notice about this mecha bipedal feline is that she tends to look at everyone and everything as if there is some form of good in it, including Megatron. Seeming far too kind most of the time with her past of equals heart aches and such like the others, you'll find it's hard to make her hold a grudge. It's not uncommon to see Elina somehow managing to befriend one of the more ruthless, destructive Decepticons. This somewhat naive Bot who has had some luck on her side has befriended a Decepticon scientist in earlier times after he tried recruiting her. Why? He stated some of the Decepticons thought she was crazy and crazy warriors make good soldiers. Of course, Elina The Innocent could only be slightly offended and somewhat pouty about such. She lost contact with him due to his death.
Something the unfortunate will notice, sweet innocent Elina has a brutally destructive warrior side. Pissing this soldier off is what you'd want to avoid if you don't want it to end up being your last mistake you ever make. Thanks to her merciless strength and her relentless endurance this battle femme could pick a fight with damn near whoever she pleased. Not saying she'd win, but it is likely that she could escape with her life. If you have managed to anger her, congratulations, for you have fucked yourself on many levels. You will only be able to watch on as cat-like fate blows through the destructive mess of piled vehicles your attack has created until she finally reaches you to terminate the source problem. Though much of the time the finds herself straying from violence, once at that point, she'll tear anything apart that gets in her way of her target. In most instances trying to avoid harming others despite faction difference, she is definitely a good asset to have by your side. She won't leave you in a fight and will most likely take the fire in order to help you escape.
If it does come to Elina being upset, she tends to just be very silent and keep it to herself. Normally 'tis rather rare to see this femme mad in any way, shape or form, choosing to shake it off instead and simply get over it. This femme has pretty much always been the one of the twins that can take mental and emotional abuse well, on the outside if it's hit her hard enough, perhaps just appearing less energetic though still able to pull off a friendly smile for anyone that asks. Elina will get right back up and into the fight, not wanting to see her friends take the fall instead. This Autobot will fight to the death, not for herself, but for others without question. Foul play is not in her books though she has killed before, normal for any warrior, she doesn't tend to go to such extremes. If your opponent is down and unable to fight, then they're not longer a threat, therefore you allow them to take their leave.
LOGIC PROCESSORS: Things do change when change is brought to you. Much like giving a pair of prescription glasses to the blind, the Logic Processors installed in Elina's damaged processor have cleared quite a bit. For the first time in the longest awhile, she's feeling worry. Before, she felt some concern, but overall, not much. With the new medical installment she's found that things are not what they seem. It's far easier to see people for what they are and the dangers that she'd just thrown herself in so freely. Now she questions her sister's mentality.
It's become apparent to her that not everyone is as trustworthy as they used to be. While she still doesn't find it necessary to destroy everything in her path, she's become far more willing to take out whatever threat has confronted her.
Many questions of her own have presented them now as she adjusts to life in a new, harsh light. While she's left to figure that out on her own the military-side of the struggle has a far greater use for the now sane warrior. Far more tactical and observant, Elina may very well now prove to be a powerful asset.
Strengths: Strength.. That pretty much sums this one up. Elina possesses an incredible amount of physical strength for her size. From often accidentally breaking something, to knocking objects out of her way like it was nothing. Alongside that, she holsters great endurance. Elina is built for brawling, Shockwave ensured it. This backfired of course when he scare her into full on punching him in hopes he would get away.
Mental strength, she has it, even if it has been damaged. Elina xan and has overcome many many brutral obstacles that could easily tear someone else from a stable state. Naturally, she always was the stronger of the two siblings, not the quickest or smartest, but she was there for you, whoever you may be, when you were in a fit of rage whilst trying to pound this femme to death. Often rather than being provoked, frightened off, or torn from you, Elina will wrap her arms around you in a hug to while taking the beating, hoping soon that you may calm down.
Weaknesses: While she does possess her physical strength that could often come in handy for the Bots, she doesn't like harming others. Often if she attack at all, it's to detain, not maim, even if you've just tried to render her useless with explosives. It's often hard to provoke Elina into any form of violence though she has been known to reach out and gibs smack people. When you finally do aggravate her into violence, it'd be best you run. She doesn't view this as a strength, often feeling horrible for the damage she's caused. If you see a raging bipedal cat chasing after you on all fours, cars flying as she plows through them, DO NOT RUN! FLY! FLY FAR FAR AWAY! NOW!
As for mental strength, she's not exempt from what all ales others, she too has been affected just in different ways. Have you ever noticed that Elina might seem a tad childish at times? The fact that she tends to stay away from harming others? This could be referred to Elina's version of her own type of insanity. Though serious when needed, she's overall very friendly to all and tends to try and keep the peace at all times. If conflict is going on, especially amongst the Autobots themselves, the yellow feline femme becomes a bit stressed. She's been harmed both physically and mentally. Along with part of her processor having been fried, she tends to have trouble seeing things outside of her own view. She knows empathy, but she doesn't see the reasoning behind storming in and obliterating everything. Often, she'll test the one who does by putting herself on the line. Luckily for her, she can take a hit.
Due to an extreme and very close amount of damage her Spark took, Elina requires some sort of electricity in order to keep it running and herself alive. In order to prevent death by EMP, a technology like her Electrical Disruptors disables said waves. Elina, is a walking back up generator.------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family:
Name: Vicky
Status: Twin Sister
Side: Autobots
Name: Foxfire
Status: Deceased Father
Side: Decepticons
Name: Wildcat
Status: Deceased Mother
Side:Autobots-> Neutral
History: Child rearing in a very strange relationship. Wildcat had left the ranks of the Autobots in order to be with the charming, funny, good ball, and all out warrior she had once been sent to track down, Foxfire. The femme was made up of a yellow and blue design much like Elina’s, though she was thin and quick on her feet, like Vicky. As for Foxfire, you’d see where Elina gets her strength and endurance along with part of her always happy to be around nature. Unlike Vicky who showed signs of emotional weakness in the eyes of Decepticons, Elina was easily able to carry the world on her back along with her sister when she struggled most. Elina was ALWAYS there for Vicky through thick and then, never giving up or looking down upon her. Her patience was ever lasting, even at such a young age. She knew that things were likely to end bad, but this ending, would merely be a new beginning if they survived it.
When it came to the second Spark that Wildcat bore inside her, developing normally until altered by Shockwave himself, the Spark couldn't take the stress it was undergoing and with the only option of splitting in order to survive, the parents found themselves with twins. Vicky found herself to be highly intelligent, catching onto many things Elina did not, fast, pushing herself in ways that harmed herself and each time she did Elina was there to catch her. When Skyfox (Vicky) would fear, Thundercat (Elina) was there to show her it was alright.
Often very little took energy out of Thundercat when at times, it damn near destroyed Skyfox. Skyfox seemed to know more of what was going on, and it worried Thundercat, wondering just what all her sibling kept from her, as if her own thoughts refused to even look at the facts, no harm existed, all was safe and sound.
Of course this was untrue. Wildcat had evaded Foxfire long enough to get ahold of both Thundercat and Skyfox, fleeing in hopes of a better future for them both, her path cut off by Foxfire as he questioned her judgement and action. She was the lucky one, due to injury obtained through a misfired attack, she was the one who was hidden away in the brush, in stasis lock. She was found by.. She doesn't remember who, but the one she does remember caring for her was Ratchet. She had picked up her new identification, referring to herself as Elina. Other than that, she didn't speak. She was lucky to be alive with how much fluid she had lost. Elina sat alone, waiting, wanting to hear her sister's voice, the bond was being strangled on the other end as if Vicky was hoping to sever it through strenuous twisting. She learned basic combat from those around her, Ironhide, Ratchet. The kid hanging around, still always appearing to be in a waiting state. Watching the door down the corridor as if expecting a late arrival, but it never came. She had had her moments of weak smiles and such around others, before finally accepting it. The bond was numb, if there was one at all, and her Spark was still suffering from the two that were torn from her. It felt as if the last link to her pulsing soul had burned away, she was alone with holes for windows to look out into the dark abyss that accompanied her. The most she knew,Vicky was not here, she was not coming back, and the two elders that were torn to begin with would never stir again. For awhile, Elina was cared for by Ratchet though much of the time she seemed independent enough. It proved handy to have the medic keep an optic on here, mainly due to the fact that she was prone to do things that could severely injure herself. Elina was a curious one and often, quite literally, all of the place. The walls, the ceilings, if it stole her interest she needed little persuasion to let it occupy her mind. It was better to think of something so small as an oddly displaced shadow than it was to dwell on what had happened. Adventuring off on her own, she gained the trust of others to always make it back, never go out too far, and for the most part, to stay out of trouble.
When she had decided to push all that she could from her mind, she began to live. She started with scouting missions with others before entirely going out into battle alongside her comrades. Often they were different Bots, never proving to be a problem since she tended to easily get along with even the most negative of people. There had to be countless battles she fell into despite her extreme dislike for violence, an old imprint that still haunted her being the cause. She preferred to detain or down one rather than to dismantle or kill. Some Decepticons and Autobots fought alike which eventually led her to believe they were all alike, someone were just part of a different family, therefore, they grew up differently. It being their fault was hardly the case in her sometimes naive eyes. She lived up to her past name as Thundercat, you knew when Elina was coming. She'd bring down the slam and soon after, fry you. No one harmed her teammates unless they wanted their face rearranged with her bulky, well-armored foot. She had become an altered version of what her father had hoped for. So very very altered, fighting to protect, never to destroy.
Her mind had become just as numb as her Spark, avoiding the topic of Vicky/Skyfox, Wildcat, and Foxfire. If they pressed on, she would state it being the past, and she would leave it there where it belongs. A noticeable mental trait Elina had developed that the sharp eyed ones could pick up, she preferred the company of others. It helped her keep her mind away from others matters, it kept her going, she felt safe, it kept her at ease. It wasn't uncommon to find a Ratchet being found in the company of Elina who was standing upside down on the medical bay's ceiling out of boredom. Running in after a loud crash when she had decided to try and act as though she were balancing on one foot, and ended up tripping over nothing. Not even the stink eye could chase this one off.
She had made it far enough, no one brought it up, it was no longer processed within her thoughts even though her Spark felt lonely. Said Spark, pulling towards others in order to fill the emptiness. She can't entirely remember today why they were out and about, but that day, she remembers very well. Herself and others had found themselves against more Decepticons. It was the usual, fight, never flight. What put a pause to her battle cries, were the piercing red optics of vicious rage. She stared, frozen in mid-jump at her twin. Shaking her head for a moment, crashing into a structure with her. All the while protecting her sibling with her form, wanting to take her from the corruption of battle for but a moment. Unfortunately, it would appear she had accidentally damaged her sister... It was her, it had to be. "Skyfox?.." Her optics looked choked, wide, torn. Her Spark felt a familiar pain, heavy, weighed down. By the response of her fox-like counterpart, she knew, it had to be... No, she was going crazy, it was just a dream, a.. A very wonderful dream.. She stepped forward, almost drunkenly, slightly disoriented with disbelief as she raised her arms, wanting to touch the entity to ensure they were not a ghost. Her Spark had been sitting in the palm over another, cradling it as support, hoping to sooth it.. When Vicky stepped back with a death glare, cannon raised with heat waves emitting at Elina's head, that clawed hand crushed the delicate, frail Spark in the cruelest fashion possible. She let out a pained grunt, staring at Vicky in disbelief, unable to raise her own weapon and expecting the black of death. “It's Vicky, if you touch me, I will rip your arms from your socket you poorly misinformed fool. Run back to your friends, or well, what's left of them...” It ended there, she couldn't beleive it, she didn't know if her processor could take it. Her Spark had had it, her mind could be the next to fry. She felt as if time and space there had unhinged and everything had begun to fall apart. She expected to see the gears of the universe to begin raining down, bouncing all around her, soon to hit her and put her out of her misery.
She had returned to Ratchet after sent to the med bay, not arguing. She stared ahead and distressed clearly, through her silence that was much like that of back when she was a Sparkling after being found in her dying state. She told Ratchet everything, and the gracious mech had offered to help her track down Vicky when he wasn't required in the med bay. She stopped for nothing, hardly able to think of anything but finding the one who severed their bond. There was no rest for Elina unless that rest was forced through sedative, which on a few occasions she had agreed to. Often Elina was seen as the always happy, go-lucky one that had an optimistic view of absolutely everything there was to be around her. Now, she was silenced by her search, her optics only seeing Vicky. There were a few instances where she had found the right ones to stalk once again, a brawl starting up between herself, Ratchet, accompanying Autobots, more Decepticons, and the black and maroon flying fox. Elina would pull some of the same moves, a routine, to separate her sister from the others. Each time she was beaten down, her attempts foiled when her quickly skilled sibling out did Elina who refused to fight. After awhile, Vicky had become downright vicious, catching sight of Ratchet and figuring with a medic nearby, she could give her sister all the head trauma she desired. Eventually when Elina was tired of seeing her comrades harmed, she went out on her own. Each time her sister kicked her away violently, it only weakened her more, it only ripped her Spark apart more, it only drove the stake farther.
Blinded by determination and wanting nothing more than to have her sister in safe arms, she ventured out too far, too unequipped. Her mind was flustered and her thought process clouded. Elina was not prepared the night she found Vicky's current post, and her "friends" there as well. Vicky was out, these Decepticons were not. She backed up, hoping not to have her location compromised, only to back up into a very bulky lower body. She stayed there, her head was too clouded, she could even fully Spark the fear, only despair as she turned to find a winged mech glaring down at her. Crashing into the midst of the temporary camp where the other had kicked her, it would appear as if all eyes from the several others were on her. She was pained and sore enough with the constant beatings she was taking lately, that large Seeker landing in front of her. "Look guys, I found a suicidal one!" Between being kicked from Decepticon to Decepticon, they had taken great curiosity in how hard it was to break such a little toy. She didn't have enough time to respond, she didn't have the strength, she lacked the energy. Her pained cries echoed in the enemy skies. They had pulled apart her armor in various places in order to sink swords through successfully. Other places, she had been blasted apart. There was a good part of her helm missing, wires and burnt circuitry showing. She was unaware of how many hours she was used as a toy between hungering lions, finally at the end, she was tossed into the murky Earth water not so far off in view. They left her to die on her own, deciding it was time to take on their shift, uncaring of Elina's mission that they could of put a painful stop to. She had only wanted to have Vicky back, didn't Vicky want to be home? The Autobots were home, like they had said so long ago, that was home. She was regretting this now, chasing after something that did not want her in the first place, she had thrown away what she had. She wondered if her horribly damaged frame would ever be found, she wondered what Ratchet would say.
She didn't recall much else from that night other than the images and agony. She had been disturbed from where she had been laid to rest. All she could see was bright light in a dark atmosphere, this wasn't Ratchet's medical bay... She didn't even have the energy to shift her head in the direction of the voices. For the most part, the bleeding had stopped, though she still couldn't gather what this was. She couldn't identify the voices nor what they were saying. Soon enough, she found what appeared to be a jagged, aged Decepticon medic ripping into her chassis. She choked on the vital fluids that leaked from her dislocated jaw as she cringed her optics in agony. She wanted it to stop, no more, she couldn't take it, it all already hurt enough. Her Spark suddenly almost felt as if no ties existed to it anymore and the time to sleep was coming. From there, it all faded once again, the last blurred image being that of a dark red figure attacking the blue and purple one...
She woke up on nearly familiar grounds, still horribly disoriented and scrambled as she moved to stagger up. She grabbed herself in pain and fell again, laying on the Earth below her for a moment as she stared out ahead. Venting in a heavy breath, she blinked groggily as the image ahead of her formed itself once again. From there, she forced herself from her position, beginning forward with a limp before comming in for pickup. At base, she received the needed life saving medical attention again, telling Ratchet what she knew once the pain killers had begun to work their magic. Of course, the medic was nowhere near pleased in knowing she had done something so reckless and lacking any kind of thought at all. She was "bed ridden" for awhile after that, patiently letting her body recover from that. Apparently whoever had taken some form of interest in her had attempted to end her by ripping apart her Spark. The red figure had saved her, and she was repaired enough to temporary allow herself to keep going. Now, that electrical surge and power she used in battle would have to be kept in order to keep her Spark running. The electricity kept it awake in a sense, a few connections going into it that were damaged and hard to repair without risk of death. Elina had been glad enough to make it back, and though Ratchet wasn't in the least bit happy, she was also glad to see someone who cared about her return. She looked up at the ceiling, wondering if this was just meant to be, if her sister chose this. She could come to the Autobots if she wanted, she was free to do so, right?.. She had so many chances.
When she caught a break it would appear, and her sister supposedly joined the Autobots, she was over joyed. Still, her sibling seemed so distant, so scarred, so.. Different. It was almost horribly, like some demonic entity was poisoning her, Vicky was a mere shadow of what she used to be. Still she stuck by her side loyally, even after finding out the whole time she lied and had been a spy. She had been horribly angered, somewhat hurt, but it all passed, especially when seeing the horrible state that Vicky had returned to base in. She knew something was wrong for awhile, and her kin had shut her out. Vicky had become horribly ill, weak, and beginning to break to insanity until she entered a bad fight she could not defend herself in due to her lack of health. Today the two are fine, still pestering Ratchet, Elina is sticking by Vicky's side, hoping the base and her will soon become well acquainted.------------------------------------------------------------------------------IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Weaponry:
Cannon - Much like her sister's, the design would be similar at first glance if it didn't serve a different purpose. It too is a weapon of destruction, though uses an explosive energy lined with viper-like electrical currents. Often when this is unsheathed it's intended use is a warning to strike fear in others in hopes they won't do anything stupid when it comes to getting too close. *CoughSkywarpbadideacough*
Bladed Claws - Often noticed when she decides to pounce rather than first at sight, these finger tip weapons only retract three fourths of their full length and tend to poke at others when she isn't being careful enough. Extended fully, these thin blades are six inches including on her feet.
Electrical Disruptor Discs - You'd think of them as EMP shuriken. Stored in comparments within his lower arms, exiting at the wrists in a pocket opening near her hands where she can easily get ahold of them, they act by catching onto the target and charging them with a surge of EMP. Causing interruption when it comes to electrical currents and comm link. No effect it brought to Spark bond conversations.
Extra:------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT MEShe continued to near, also wanting to get a closer look. Three times already she had gained the images of some weird things, mainly during times when she would zone out and nearly wreck into someone's car on the road. Being yelled at by an old man with a western mustache and a very fake wig was not fun. That wig had been so fake and dull, if you tried to use it to wipe a window, the window would punch you.
She could see the designs and outlines of Shockwave's figure now, coming in close, deciding at the last moment that maybe it's not such a good idea to drive directly by before seeing the massive hand come out of nowhere in a quick attempt to catch her. She barrel rolled out of the way just in time, or for the most part, as if this car had decided 'NOPE!'. The end of Shockwave's claw-like finger tips grasped at the side of her under carriage, her form shifting to transform before punting herself free of his grasp and backwards somersaulting back onto her feet with her fists up. She hadn't stopped to think about it for a moment, now looking up just to see how big this guy is and stepping back a bit dizzily due to it. Shockwave was huge, and the description almost all had heard of him, fit the bill. She looked for the one, glowing red optic, and found it. Her offensive formation lacked slightly at that, her tail waving and curving behind her nervously. This was Shockwave, and this image had been able to touch her, so he had to be real. Just what WAS Vicky doing out here anyways? "Eh, hi there."
