Post by Chainsmoker on Mar 19, 2012 15:55:30 GMT -8
THE PLAYER
Main Account: Irobashi [admin]
Other Characters: Character Log------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name: Chainsmoker
Nicknames: Chimney, Smokey The Bear, Chainy
Age: 58 Vorxes
Gender: Femme
Route: Bi, she cares not
Alignment: Neutral
Status: Wandering as a neutral, living in the dark in hiding.
Stats
Strength: 9
Intelligence: 10
Courage: 10
Firepower: 5
Speed: 9
Rank: 10
Endurance: 8
Skill: 9------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILSA forty eight foot tall, seething nightmare with large, Draconian, leathery looking wings. Much like that comes off of her crystal looking expensive smokes, a vapor always appears to be coming off of those dark, deep red optics of hers. It is often wise to say she does not appear to be the type you would like to strike a fight with. Her tell tale chainsaw blades somewhat stick out of the metallic armor of her black arms, a light grey being the color of her mesh and red being what highlights her frame. She is on the more well armored side, somewhere in the middle.------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- Smoking
- Being left alone in her quarters.
- Striking fear in others to gain respect and a higher authority of herself .
- In the past, quiet, sane Decepticons as her teammates.
- Again in the past, having a nice brawl out with her teammates.
- Being a completely bull shitting smart ass, though in a respectable way that earns her a sadistic and evilly satisfied smirk.
Dislikes:
- Losing to anyone.
- Past, losing one of her teammates.
- Losing the respect of her teammates.
- Being yelled at her about smoking in the med bay.
- Being nagged or lectured about her smoking habit.
- Being nagged or lectured in general.
- Past; Someone else injuring, crippling, or offlining her team members.
- Not getting the last word.
- Others bothering her when she is clearly in no mood for it.
- Being disrespected in a certain manner; to show that she is still leader and not to be messed with, she will attempt to kill until the pupil submits.
- Being bored with nothing to do, at that point she'll start rearranging her quarters.
Personality: Silent and observing, near always. The closest she'll come to a laugh is perhaps a grunt or a chuckle, perhaps sarcasm against prey. You'll see that she speaks as though she means never to boast, never to please, never to impress, but her body language and expression completely contradicts her words. Chainsmoker tends to take on being a casual, bull shitting smart ass. A respectable ass hole if you may. Often responding with short and simple responses, you'll never see her take babbling responses and may threaten you before requesting, nicely, to get to the point. Foolishness or immature horse play are not seen as cute or amusing to her, and will immediately get you written off to never recieve acceptance or respect from this battle hardened warrior of flight. No one is deserving of her respect unless they can strive far enough to earn it.
As for being in the mood to beat someone's aft, she may crack a smile in order to mock you as she swiftly flies about, trying to upper cut you. Most of the time, she remains fairly poker faced especially when enjoying one of her Rubyn Magics which tends to calm her nerves. This hides her smart ass bull shitter side most of the time, the fact that she knows how to get under your skin. Many who knew her have gotten used to the fact that if her face isn't laid back, serious, hateful, or casual, it's that of a respectable, bull shitting, smartass. Her mood, beware, tends to be in a state of careless/calm/ticking time bomb.
Ranting can become a common event with her, though, she never continues on and on. If anything, she ends up getting to the point before allowing the rest to play through in her mind. She doesn't seem to believe in friendships at this moment, though as long as you're an old face she didn't quite mind back in the day, she'll allow you to hang around. If you've gained as much as her tolerance of your presence, don't screw it up. If you screw that up it will not be fixed, and if anything, she may decide she'd like you better dead.
When it comes to her training and wanting to do her own thing, you could get away with it as Soundwave, Megatron, or Shockwave back when she was a Decepticon, and perhaps she wouldn't mind your barked orders. Continuously bitch at her, always nagging, disrespecting and insulting her, you could be Starscream and she would simply turn towards the second in command announcing that it is time to die before moving to carry this out. If lecturing or ranting, give her time to relieve herself of the head ache and all should be well. To doesn't mind the fact her actions will eventually lead her to death though she tries to avoid it, actually quite often speaking of death as a gift not many deserve. In a fight when she's trying to take her leave quickly, she'll find you've earned it out of annoyance and go get that done and over with in order to end your persistant ways of irritating her. Would she kill Megatron himself if given the chance and opportunity? Only if he had continuously pestered or demeaned her in front of her comrades like he does to Starscream, otherwise no, she wouldn't bother. Being yelled at by the Air Commander, this Decepticon may just let out a low growl and clench her fists while staring down at him if he goes too far, otherwise, she'd take her assignments and leave him be as well.
Near always appearing ruthless, treacherous, and untrustworthy, she has had close ties in the past as if those teammates were family. It was long ago when she would lend a hand to others, fighting by theirs sides, a thing of the past, long and forgotten. If asked of it, she'll deny it. Not wishing to form anymore bonds or ties with others as she tries to survive hidden on her own, she tends to give off an aggression to keep others in line as she once had. Today, she has deicded, trust no one.
Strengths: She can actually be quite a strong leader. Sometimes she'll get distracted by things going on with teammates, though she keeps her tactics strong, straight forward mind on the situation, and knows how to command strong when the plan comes in. She's gotten herself out of many situations with the traits in thought and action she shows, which is why she thinks she may of been chosen to lead many operations. She enjoys the position, it comes natural for her.
In the family tree you will also notice * by certain names. Basically, is means, a certain trait that runs through the trait is active for that pupil. What is this family trait? Basically, it's a type of Cybertronian Vampire. There is no garlic involved, they can go into the light, but it is one that triggers dark aggression on a regular basis, and sometimes even if things get deep enough, the want to maul and drain others of their fluids. When they do such, they temporarily gain more strength and speed. The more they feed, the more frenzied and stronger they become. *Basically, add one to the strength you had on their stats in the first place for a temporary time period* Later, depending on how fast they use it up or are willing to thrive, they will need rest. This all depends on how often they decide to drain others though. They can choose to let others live, but it may sicken them when bitten. They won't go vampire, but it can act almost like the flu in organics; except you have to be bitten and live to get it. I'm talking a hardened Swine Flu too. The more you become used to drinking the fluids of others for power, the more trained you can become in using that strength and the less likely it will tire you out. Problem is, if you do so victim after victim after victim nonstop it can mutate you. Ways it could mutate you may be personality wise, skill wise, and physically. Though either way, those with it can use it as their downfall or as the upper hand, just depending on how they use it.
Weaknesses: Her smoking addiction for starters. It can become a real issue anger-wise if her smokes and or her are messed with while she's having a drag. She specifically buys a hard to find, expensive type called "Rubyn Magic." She enjoys the chrysalis vanilla taste it has to it plus the strong and heavy edge. If you were to simply knock it out of her hand, you better hope she's in a forgiving mood or all hell breaks loose. If it's destroyed by a close comrade she'll normally go after the next Decepticon that she sees if she doesn't wish them dead today. Sometimes, she chases after, insisting you owe her a new pack.
Raging flights; if she's in flight in her alt form and she's in a rage of sorts, she will attempt to ram the one she's after out of the sky with her jet form. This could prove one day to have a bad effect on both if they crash from high enough. If her wings are too horribly damaged, she will not be able to fly correctly. As they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Humiliation, she doesn't take it well. Say she always had quarrel with her team's second in command, and Chainsmoker had been demoted for said SIC to take her place. The endless taunting would drive her mad, and she'd feel the utter loss of respect from the rest of her team.
Being yelled at or disrespected/spoken down at by higher ups in front of her team ends badly, often leading in a fit of rage for her once she's finally left alone.
The cigars she loves, Rubyn Magic, running out and no one knowing how to make them anymore. You'd expect to find Bots and Cons of all kinds beginning to go missing.
One or more of her teammates dying.------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family:
Grandfather: Belgum (Deceased)
Grandmother: Synthesis (UNKNOWN)
Father: Blackfire (Deceased)
Mother: Smokewhisper (Deceased)
Brother: Darkrush (Unknown)
Sister: Syntric (Deceased)
(Chainsmoker)
Sister: Talon (Deceased)
Uncle: Grazze (UNKNOWN)
Aunt: Crassblade (Living) (Locked Up)
Cousin: Hawkfire (Deceased)
Cousin: Dawn (Deceased)
History: Coming from the dark, smokey eyed Decepticon of the night, you wouldn't know what to think of her history. You wouldn't be able to imagine what made her who she is today, if it was something bad, or if she was born a bad seed to begin with. The family line was of Vampiric acts, not the reason why Chainsmoker chose to leave though. If you asked her, she would speak of their weak ways holding her back, suppressing her potential. In reality, she ended up killing off much of her own kin. She hated them. They coveted her oldest brother who they were setting up within the Decepticon forces as they themselves were or perhaps had been. She was ignored, like some sort of runt, an accident. They chose to have their backs turned to the wrong person, no matter what young age she was. That so called brother, whom treated her possibly the worst when she wasn't being ignored, had his large, weak at the joint bat-like wings torn from him. His left was nearly torn off, in his scream, the others bolted over. She was definitely damaged, taking blast fire to the side, but that didn't stop her from removing his head in her savage surprise attack. The idiot was still trying to fire, slowly dying, and she was using his arm's large cannon blast on those who were running in to their violent doom. By the time all was said and done, she herself had obtained her own heavy battle damage.
Not long after, she had found herself hiding amongst the crypt-like alley ways of Cybertron. Her wings folded behind her, she walked on despite the wounds she sported. There, she met Deadend. Who had taken it upon himself to come at her like some sort of zombie, an unholy speed in his hissing steps. She fanned her wings out quickly, smacking him away and ended up in yet another fight. Though with the advantage of her size, despite her pain, she had quite literally sat there and tore him into pieces, irritated with how he clawed at her. ~"You would be wise to not allow your reflection to give yourself away."~ They ended up teaming up, figuring it's better that way, in the destructive ways of the war. Eventually, both ended up joining up with the Decepticons. While in it, Twister too was an old friend of Chainsmoker's, well, battle partner in an acquaintance manner. Chainsmoker worked her way passed fighting in battle alone, and into training Black Ops-like soldiers. She had acquired the skill to do so through advanced training courses, courses she strove for. She had worked her way so far up to the top, of course, never forgetting of Deadend whom she had become well acquainted with, after awhile, being there with a few of the higher ups to take commands for leading attacks.
Finally, when it appeared she had gotten all that she could achieve, so had grown tired of what she was receiving. Chainsmoker ended up leaving the Decepticons, finding Megatron's ways to be never-ending and hopeless. She took the Decepticon ship she had used on many missions with her. She had become separated from her old friend, Deadend, whom she had grown up with, and ended up crashing on Earth when she was spotted by Decepticons and they had fired upon her out of nowhere.------------------------------------------------------------------------------IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Weaponry:
Chainsaws - Stored in the sides of her arms, that are lined with an energy that is so cold, it burns. Basically, at a cold enough temperature, when close enough to almost touch when the chainsaws are activated, a horrid freeze sets upon the metal and when the saw finally touches, is meant to try and blast/shatter it apart. The freeze can be deactivated or activated, leaving them normal chainsaws.
Cryo Cannon - One built into her left arm, the Cryo Freeze set into the cannon's chemical fluids for the blast enables a horribly painful burst upon others at the site of the shot, freezing outer armor solid or nearly solid along with the area under and around it. The stronger or thicker the armor, the less chance you have of become a block of ice.
Extra:------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT MEIn the foul darkness of brig where two Decepticons, well trained by their squad's leader, whimpered. A sinister silhouette approached slowly with a nasty growl. Were they Decepticons?... As far as the dark mass that approached cared, they were dead to her. Watching as each separated figure quiver in the far corner of their cells, she chose the left one first and her gleaming red optics seemed to disappear into the dark abyss. The left cell of whom held Skylink, her own yellow optics looked at the entrance of the cell frantically as she continued to quake in fear. She should of never kept her mouth shut, it was all Liger's fault! He did it! H-he was the one helping the Autobot spy! The one who choked on his own terror in the cell next to her. There was a loud lurch of metal before the one light in the room began to flicker and the force field went down in Skylink's cell. One moment when the lights flickered everything seemed fine, the next, the bars were bent wide open, and in the next.... A dark creature stood in front of those bars with a darkened growl, only to vanish again when the lights flickered. There was a horrible silence besides the lights flickering and sparks above before she felt hot breath against the side of her face and the steamy mist coming off her Commander's optics. Struck by fear, she couldn't dare move, hoping the horrible monster beside her would go away.
To Skylink's misfortune, it did not. There was a series of horrible shrieking and gargling as Chainsmoker's jaws looked like they could fall unhinged as far as they stretched, her long fangs sinking into the upper chest and just below Skylink's shoulder on her back before ripping everything around that apart and spitting it aside to have the squealing Decepticon's fluids spray upon her. Biting down again, Chainsmoker tore into her and quickly began to drain, bringing up a clawed hand when the younger femme began to struggle, only to send it into her chest and grab a hold of her Spark. Not even the slightest smile came as she snarled again, crushing the Spark and then ripping it out entirely while their former comrade from the cell beside them could only watch in horror. Should she worry of guards?.. No, for she had already taken care of that... There was a last gargle before Chainsmoker finished draining all but little of the warrior's fluids, and bit into the Spark to rip it into pieces with ease, using her claws to help her before licking the left side of her bottom lip and letting out a monstrous growl for her misty red optics to set upon Liger's horrified face. Baring her fangs as Energon dripped from her chin and drizzled here and there down her neck, chest, arms hands, the lights flickered again before she was nowhere to be seen again.
Liger didn't have any weapons besides his own hands for punching, terrified for a moment before trying to stand and succeeding. The thirty eight foot Decepticon looked around with shaky limbs, searching around the room with squinting optics. ~"I-I'm not going down without a fight! Take me if you want, but I'm taking you with me Chainsmoker!"~ With the, he blinked when he noticed a drop of Energon fall upon his right shoulder, dabbing a finger into it before more began to drip and a low growl sounded. Looking up he saw a horribly twisted version of his Commander of whose fangs were horrifically larger than he remembered, a ghastly smoke coming off her red optics. Jolting to try and move, he only had time to tighten his coiling gears beneath his armor before letting out a painful scream as the much larger Decepticon leaped down on him to sink her claws into the sides of his neck and rip out to remove the throat. Listening to his gurgling screeches she let out a soothed purr, only to snarl again as she bit down again to begin draining his fluids from the throat, forcefully holding down one of his arms and both his legs with a strength she had never experienced before. It was pure, beautiful strength. Having quenched her hunger more and more for this strength as he began to fall weaker, she let Energon spill from him and then released to let out a demonic growl before looking down as his chest. Narrowing her blood thirsty optics at his pleading, dying orbs before gripping the plates on his chest and ripping them up, digging in further before repeating the process of grabbing his Spark. This one seemed to burn her, letting out a light howl of amusement over pain before ripping it out to sink her ravaging fangs into it and let an electrical surge spark out all over the room from that one Spark due to Liger's own family history of electrical surge in abilities. Howling again as it somewhat numbed her mouth, she sank her claws into either side of the Spark while she bit down, before tearing it into three pieces and letting the pieces fly away from her. ~"No one will ever seek to leave me with betrayal again...."~
