Post by Asterial on Jun 3, 2012 19:24:35 GMT -8
THE PLAYER
Main Account: Iris
Other Characters: Shockwave, Starscream, Siren, Aquaduct, Pandora, Dreadwing, Freelancer Oklahoma------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name: Asterial
Nicknames: Aster
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Route: Heterosexual
Alignment: Autobot
Status: Soldier
Stats
Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Courage: 6
Firepower: 7
Speed: 9
Rank: 4
Endurance: 8
Skill: 6------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILS
Alt form
Asterial has armor that is black as night. Unbefitting for an Autobot but the color of the armor an Autobot does not make. She stands bigger than, say, Bumblebee. Asterial definitely has a lithe, feminine build. The hood of her alt form makes up her chest-plate and lower abdomen. The wheels go on her shoulderblade and the hood of the car makes up the back of her chestplate. Two of her doors make up her shoudler gautlents with the windows sticking out back, the other two doors make up part of her biceps with the windows also sticking out towards the back. Her hands are almost human-shaped, looking as though they are fitted with black gloves. Other various parts of her car make up her legs and upper arms, and the last two weels go as heels on her feet like most other Bots. Her face is diamond shaped, complete with the upper half of the diamond on her helmet at the front. Out from her helmet are black wires that resemble hair, and her optics are blue.------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- Her allies
- Learning something new
- Butterflies
- Humans
- Getting attention and praise
Dislikes:
- Being such a perfectionist
- The Decepticons
- Injustices
- Failing a job
- Getting attention and praise
Personality:
Asterial is a humble little Autobot. She carries herself most of the time with as much diligence and elegence as she can muster in a given situation. She maintains a sense of professionality and sometimes will not speak to others unless she has something important to say or something pertaining to their given situation. She is actually very timid and shy and gets nervous talking to others idly, but the more she gets to know someone, the more she begins to lose this shyness and begins to open up. In the inside, Asterial loves to have fun and joke around. She feels very much at ease around humans, and if they greet her in a friendly manner, she will often drop her guard immediately and communicate with them. She is very much fascinated by them, and has no qualms against them.
Her insecurity shows the most when she is on the battlefield, or doing some sort of mission or task. She fights to her fullest, and pulls her best into everything. Should she so much as mess up once, or something go wrong, she will blame herself and pound on herself for hours, sometimes even days. She will analyze what went wrong over and over and what she should have done to prevent it, even if there was nothing she could have done. During this time she would isolate herself, retreat somewhere alone and wallow in her failure and sorrow. One of the ways she can come out of it is with reassurance by someone else, or if someone assures her that she has done the best she could. She is quite a perfectionist, trying to lay out everything ahead of time and do the best she can to expect the unexptected. When or if it blows up in her face, this will again lead to one of her breakdowns of analyzing what has gone wrong. She can become so wrapped up in this that she has done damage to herself, becoming low on energon. Even on the battlefield, she has become so focused that she has allowed herself to take shots for her allies, sending her to the medics quite often.
While she sometimes does like being the center of attention, she does not go out of her way to obtain it. In fact, it is a love-hate relationship, since she likes hearing about how she did a good job, but at the same time despises it. She always feels bashful, uncomfortable, awkward when someone praises her for a job well done. Asterial will never fail to bow her head and utter sheepish thank you. Despite this, it does not hinder her fighting. In fact, even when the odds seem against her and she is very much afraid, she will face any opponent that comes her way and fight until told to retreat or until she falls. Asterial also tends to have a stubborn streak. Once she has made up her mind about something, she can not be easily convinced otherwise unless flat-out proven wrong with facts.
Strengths: She shows true courage, humble, and listens well to orders. She is also a soldier, which means she has some nice weapons at her disposal. Asterial is also very loyal to any cause she throws herself into. While of average intelligence, she does have her good ideas and is open to learn new things, which can help her in the long run. She is also very responsible.
Weaknesses: Asterial is insecure and often is hard on herself. She is also not all that strong, so can be over-powered by a bigger or stronger opponent. She is stubborn, which causes her to fight until she is told to retreat or until she falls. Since she is bit of a perfectionist, this means she can over-analyze things and it will throw her world up-side down when she fails.------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family:
Mother: Lunaris(Deceased)
Father: Trainwreck (Deceased)
Sister: Stellera(Deceased)
History:
Asterial was born admist the war, like her sister who was born a few years previous to her. Her parents both were Autobot soldiers, who were fighting the best they could to bring things back in order but knew it was but a losing battle. Asterial and Stellara both spent their younger years in the base of the Autobots, and had as good of a growing up as they could with the war going on around them. It was hard for them to grow up to the sounds of gun fire and explosions, and often times it was frightening. Asterial often spent her days watching her parents leave, and then asking the others when they were coming back. None of them were ever able to give her a good answer, but it seemed that no matter how long they were gone, they would always come back.
Soon the day came when her parents told the two girls that they were going to have to move to another place. Asterial and Stellera said a tearful farewell to all of their friends in the base as they were moved to another base. This one was a little less guarded and the soldiers here were hardened by the war, but still accepted the children just as well. They did not feel children should be among the base, but did the best they could. Asterial and Stellera found themselves having to grow up quickly, somehow Asterial becoming the more leader-type over her older sister. They had began already to begin their own training to join the war, or at least to fight to defend themselves.
One day their lives were changed forever. Her parents were sent on a mission and while Asterial and Stellera were waiting, they felt the terrible pain of their parents' sparks being extinguished, one after the other. This came as a crushing blow to the two, Stellera more than Asterial. In her grief, Stellera charged towards the place where they were last seen. Asterial chased after her sister in an attempt to stop her, but saw her sister batteling Decepticons with the other Autobots who were still there. Asterial could only watch in horror as her sister was terminated quickly by the Decepticons. She jumped in right after that and aided in driving them back, but her spark was broken by the loss of her family all in one day.
Shortly after this was when Cybertronians began to flee their destroyed planet en masse. Asterial went among them. She managed to take her own ship to escape. It was nothing big, but was enough for her. She went into stasis to conserve energon, putting the ship on auto-pilot, prompting it to awaken her when she landed somewhere. When she awoke again, she was on Earth and had heard a message, a call from her fellow Autobots, and went out to search for them, soon rejoining with them and vowing to fight to avenge her family and take down the Decepticons. Unfortunately, she was so haunted by the loss of her parents and sister, blaming herself, and thinking she could have done something that she became insecure and unsure of herself. She was already that way before, but this nearly pushed her over the edge.------------------------------------------------------------------------------IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Weaponry: She has a rifle holstered to her back, and a pistol holstered to her hips. There is a dagger on the other side that can lengthen the blade to a full-sized sword but no longer than that. She also has two small gatling guns both arms that are hard to aim with, but fire rapidly.
Extra: N/A------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME
How could this have gone wrong? What could she have done more? There had to be something! Asterial paced back and forth in her quarters, staring at the ground. Her thoughts were racing. She felt tense and restless. Today did not go so well. She had messed up horribly and now someone was hurt. The scene replayed in her head over and over like someone hitting rewind on a video and stopping at that moment. She should have seen that Decepticon coming! She could have stopped it and then they would not have been hurt! Giving a sigh, Asterial slumped on to her berth. Her head leaned against the metallic wall as she closed her optics, trying her best to try to shake these feelings off, but they would just not go away. It was like a monster, eating her from the inside out. She wished she could stop being so hard on herself, but it was just not going to happen. Her insecurities were in control of her and no matter how she fought these demons, they would not leave her.
Again, she stood up and began to pace but this time in a slower manner. Perhaps there was nothing she could have done? A pang in her arm reminded her of her injury she sustained from the most resent battle. Her blue optics looked over to it as she rubbed a finger up and down against the injury, but decided not to bother with it for now. It was then she heard a knock on the door and she lifted her eyes to the door to her quarters, "It's open." She said, wondering who could that possibly be that wanted to visit her. She did not feel like talking with anyone right now, but they often came to talk to her anyways.
