Post by Crosswire on Jan 24, 2012 6:51:18 GMT -8
THE PLAYER
Main Account: admin [Irobashi]
Other Characters: Danielle Messick, Coldsteel, Bumblebee, Ricochet------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHO ARE YOU?
Name: Crosswire
Nicknames: Crossed Personality, Crossy, Crossh, Wired, Wire, Cross, Crossywiring [most of these she gave herself since she sometimes speaks in third person] Hotwired, Crazewire
Age: Age unknown, ranging 22-31 in human years
Gender: Female
Route: WELL WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW?! Straight, but, she'll ''invade'' anyone's space, ANYONE'S!
Alignment:AutobotsDecepticons
Status: Communications expert, or was. She is handed off paper work for it anyways these days, and she ends up just signing it off to Megatron or Starscream. Wanting to torment the vulture second in command, mainly him. That and Megatron has the bigger cannon. Hey, she can't be held accountable, she's crazy.
Stats
Strength: 5 || 7 If she goes ballistic and uses up all of her energy at once.
Intelligence: 3
Courage: 9
Firepower: 6
Speed: 8
Rank: 3
Endurance: 6
Skill: 8------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE DETAILSHer crazed majesty has the alternate form of a well maintained, black Ferrari 360 Modena. Standing at eighteen feet tall, she's a curvy and rather busty looking femme which seems to aid her personality and malicious intentions quite well. Beneath her black visor and wicked smile, two red optics glow, beaming with a nameless vengeance. Her front tires are placed in a, erm, convenient spot over her chassis, wedged in there, her back tires, in her feet. The bit you don't always see, her tail-like line with hook at the end. It sprouts and sheaths from armor placed on her back below Vile's compartment.------------------------------------------------------------------------------YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH
Likes:
- Things that go boom.
- Creepy and epic music
- Animal bots
- Being able to do whatever she pleases.
- Being able to get away with her actions.
- Having something to do.
- Destroying cities
- Vile
Dislikes:
- Being ordered around unless she’s feeling cooperative at the moment, then she could honestly care less.
- Starscream aka The Harpy as she calls him.
- Human annoyances
- Autobot Annoyances
- Not getting her way
- Vile
- Being shot at
- Someone disrupting her current activity. Unless you want to send her into a horrific rage, don't interrupt what is currently keeping her happy.
Personality: She used to be one with a strong head, and sturdy point of view. She spoke her mind and would take a stand if she knew something was wrong. Rather than being one to hide, she’d tell others to stay behind while she went and sought out whatever danger proposed itself. Always there when the ship her crew stayed on at the moment needed checked out. She went down below to see what repairs she could do herself, but first, find the problem or whatever may pose a problem in the future. Crosswire posessed a definite sense of humor, sweet tooth, and a love for puzzles. Nothing seemed to frustrate her enough to give up on any puzzle out there, and she spent her spare time on trying to solve them. Not only that, but she was also a sneaky little bugger in combat. She played tricks on the minds of Decepticons, stood well to survive and fought her way through the toughest things. It wasn’t very often that she found herself in the med bay for any severe damage. She was one of the Autobot Communications experts and knew very well how to export viruses, put together fire walls, and how to send the enemy hacker running for mommy. When they called her in to fix the comm system, someone’s hacked it, she sent the little bugger some 107 deadly viruses and took over the main frame before getting rid of them. Though, not before finding their location and hunting down that who dared mess with the comm boards! When something needed done, it got done. You might of assumed she had some sort of OCD when it came to her job and just how seriously she always took it, the once calm and inquisitive battle femme.
Enough with the past reminiscing, today, things are far different than what they used to be. Whatever intelligence that tries to show itself now is usually out of spite to make another pay. No longer the one you can look up to, the one full of pride for her work, she is an unstable, volatile, ball of psychotic and vile intentions. When it came to ridding what lay left of the memory within her mentallity, it wasn't much work. The was succesfully reprogrammed, to an extent, another soldier. They had no intentions of making this pupil mindless, unfortunately, doing so migh thave proved far safer than the monster they helped damage that roams the streets today. She says whatever might be on her mind, whenever she wants. As for her actions, whether random, violent, purposeless, or senseless, the same rule applies. She could have acquired a wicked need for vengeance, one that returns often though she can't remember why, about to slay out with a malicious laugh and then suddenly squeal, “DON'T COME IN! I'M NAKED!” With these random out burts, it's obvious to see that you'll never know how many faces sh truly has, or what those faces might do. She shows signs of having a fragmented personality, or MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder) which may have developed over the course of time she was stranded on the death trap of a planet the Decepticons rescued her from due to having no one else around.
Anger, pure rage and aggression. She at any given time could erupt into a pure unspeakable rage and take out cities if she wanted to. Who would trust Crosswire with even a mere machine gun, I knoweth not. As it is, she already has some fire arms of her own and she likes to mess up whatever structure of semtrey or harmony she can find and maybe back up their sewage systems for the hell of it. Even if anger changes to something else rapidly, don’t give her a reason to be pissed off beyond all belief. For it may, be the very last thing you’ll ever regret doing.
Random beyond all belief. This randomness could be looney out bursts about an alpaca riding on a pigeon’s back in the middle of a meeting, much like malfunctioning turrets will randomly pick a target to eleminate enemy or not. It could also show signs of ADD due to the impossible task on getting her to focus on something. When she ends up hugging an a10 warthog that she just smashed up, and then starts chewing on it while saying “Oh nommy nommy”, you know there'sno hope left in the universe for her. It’s hard to tell when this Con is ever making any damn sense. Even back when she wasn’t a total whack job, she tended to purposely joke around and mess with your mind by speaking in confusing rhymes. Riddles, rhymes, and poetry. She had been such a great fan of all. Now if you bother her with it, she’ll whip out her big ass cannon and turn you into a smoothie where you stand. If it doesn't entertain it to her, don't bother her with it.
If anything, you'll normally notice how bored she tends to say she is. If she's not occupied, she needs to come to you for entertainment, this might prove.... Consequential... Such as questions; A feeling of something constantly missing, something she needs to solve. In the very very back of her mind, the programming makes what's left of said mind resist memory, but still it itches at her. She knows there has to be something, and it drives her far more mad than she is now. When it comes up and she goes out on one of her rampages, you can visibly see that it's not anger driving her to it, it's pain. Hre Spark's pain, th epain of insanity, the pain of the others in her head, the physical distraught it all brings. Every now and then when it builds up, she can become rather violent, upon enemy or comrade.
To sum it all up, Crosswire is most definitely a Wild Card. Perhaps the most unpredictable one you'll ever meet.
Strengths: Her choice in weaponry, and her excessive armor she has goin’ on. The way some of it is shaped is very helpful when it comes to curling up for protection. It's what saved her during the crash. Speaking of weaponry, her skill with daggers, beware. When you get rid of one, she'll just pull out another.
Ever since the reprogramming shell was added to her processor, she seems to be able to act without true regret or remorse. This means she won’t give a damn who dies at her careless hand, so watch out.
Weaknesses: Obviously her lack of control when it comes to her rapidly changing moods and personality. She’s highly unstable and will open fire with some extreme force on the Decepticon base, if she gets enough of the cabin fever. Being cooped up is not her thing, and if you have Crosswire power down, you’re going to lose more than one Decepticon base, I guarantee it. Keep her occupied or keep her locked up somewhere where high security is a must.
It has been easily proven that she has difficulty when it comes to following an order she does agree with, or perhaps if it's given by someone who is unable to intimidate her into carrying said command out. Not only will you receive sass back from Crosswire, but you might also obtain a new mission objective; keep the crazy one from destroying everything around you. As for Starscream, he is the perfect example of whom she does not want to take orders from. She finds his bossy, block head demeanor enough to aggravate her and stir up cruel thoughts.
If she spazzes out hard core enough, usually in one of her epic aggro fits, her systems won't be able to take more and she'll drop into stasis.
Fears: Oddly enough, the fear on not having a fear, or the fact that she has no idea what she fears. It only makes the mystery more unbearable.------------------------------------------------------------------------------THE SKELETONS IN YOUR CLOSET
Family: Mother: Sanctum [Deceased]
Father: Condorshriek [Deceased]
History: The beginning history of all the memory she’d have anyways, hidden behind that reprogramming chip the Decepticons placed in her processor isn’t much, but it’s some. She loved her job, it involved being on ships a lot though. She was always just fine with traveling, she didn’t like to stay in one place for to long anyways. Just a small crew of bots of which the names stray her mind. She thought one.. Though… Might have been named Eclipse, no.. That, geh, that was a Decepticon that attacked her ship. Well, not her ship, she didn’t captain it, but she did love being on it with the crew so. The job of the ship involved at many times, transporting Autobots for missions, though the ones you least heard of. Like some small orange bot at one time to a jungle on another strange planet to gather Intel on the Decepticons, that ended up in a huge fight and the ship lost their trusty and faithful medic companion. The name it was, oh yeah! Circuit, and boy did he really blow one when you messed with his things. Though after the sadness and slight depression that set in on their ship from the loss of their beloved medic, pranks ceased from two of the trouble makers on board, Skip and Trio. Those two were well skilled in the mechanic field, but still very young and could use some better fighting tactics if you asked Crosswire.
One of the times she had been in her quarters on the large red ship, consuming some energon in the late evening hours, as Earth called it, when she noticed her monitors had picked up a disturbance in the lower engine grid. Looking at the energy signal for a second before looking back at the energon cube in hand, she set it down on her table side before getting up from her seat and grabbing one of the monkey wrenches to go see what the problem was. Sometimes that thing malfunctioned, if it was one of the prank brothers they were going to get a nasty wake up call. Muttering to herself as she exited into the hall before walking down it to the lower levels of the chip. She found the main chamber before opening up the floor trap door and placing the wrench in her mouth before setting herself a top the ladder that stated in the opening of the floor. Climbing down it into the dark, her light icy blue optics scanned around, lighting it up a bit as she continued to climb down until she finally reached the bottom and hopped down with a clang that lightly echoed out. “Skip, Trio, you two down here?” Her voice rang out in the pipe and metal asylum, but no answer presented itself. Looking about suspiciously, yet, filled with some interest and curiosity, she continued forward onto the metal grates and vents for flooring. Just a few corridors up ahead of this place that seemed to have a never ending ceiling since the darkness pretty much swallowed it whole, would be where the energy signature was located on the grid. Her metal feet made a slight clang no the grates below, slowing her pace as she heard sputtering, maybe.. Wheezing? Someone was choking, being as careful as she could, she continued forward until she finally reached a corner. Stopping for a moment and taking a deep breathe, waiting a bit more before finally deciding to go past her fear and poked her head around the corner. Still clutching the wrench with both hands, she’d find no one and the entire corridor gone quiet. Little did she know, this would be her first one on one fight with a Decepticon. Turning just in time to see a clawed hand, cover in choked up energon swing at her, she was knocked back onto the floor with a horribly scrape across her visor. Having to act quick to recover from shock as a Decepticon, not much larger than her dropped down with a snarl. He looked fatally injured, holding his chest with his right arm and stopping to cough up more energon before growling low and stumbling forward again. Quickly, getting up to her feet only to see him lunge further more with great speed, she swung that wrench like there was no tomorrow. Happy ending? Hell no, she missed and had to limbo/stumble back to the left as a long scythe-like blade swung out at her. Having let go of his wound that revealed a spark that shown well, flickering and dying before he stumbled forward and fell. This time, not getting back up as he wheezed some more before growing still. She was still in a bit of shock from this horrid encounter, having a thought for a split second to pick him up and get him out of here before she noticed something truly disastrous on the Decepticon, space barnacles. Turning to look around, she noticed space barnacles were taking over the pipe lining too. Hearing gun fire and orders being barked by craggy voices not to far out, she turned and ran back for the port exit. Leaping up to climb back onto the ladder and back into the hall before she shut and sealed off the trap door, she headed straight for the first alarm switch she saw. Looking around to see if anyone was around to warn, she busted the casing with her fist and pulled the emergency alarm that would send out a beacon to the communications main to the bot base on Cybertron. Afterward, she turned back to see the trap door go flying off its hinges from a very large cannon blast. Seeing a black clawed hand reach out of the hole, she turned on her heel and raced straight for the Captain’s main quarters where he would be steering the ship along with two others, the annoying prank brothers. Narrowly avoiding a shell as it hit the wall when she turned around the corner, she slid in her key code to the lock and ran in as the sliding doors opened up, closing rapidly behind her. “Captain, the ship is under attack! And space barnacles are aboard with the Decepticons!” Though, not seeing the bros or having a response from the Captain she walked forward off the first stoop and walking towards his chair where he faced the cockpit’s very large screen window. “Captain, didn’t you hear me? We’re under attack! Captain?” Grabbing the side of the chair, she turned it only to find the chair empty with… Then it hit her, that hadn’t been a Decepticon she was to shocked to fight off in the lower levels of the ships engine corridors…. That was Redstark, Captain of the OSU… He wasn’t a Decepticon, just attacked by them and spa- Turning with a jolt as banging came to the door, the Decepticons must have already made their way here to get to Redstark. What was going on?! Where were the other three on board when she needed them?! They couldn’t be zombified, though, hearing a voice in the hall her fluid lines seemed to freeze on the spot. “Hey, what are you doing in here?!” “Yeah, get lost!” “SKIP, TRIO! GET BACK THEY’RE NOT-“ But it was to late for their Ecologic Specialist, Jumpstart. Screams could not even be heard by the two young ones as cannons and more on going grunts from the Decepticons went off. Were they here for that energy source Jumpstart discovered on another planet? He wouldn’t tell her he just said something about the Head Council needed to see this and Crosswire wasn’t high enough in command to know more than what she did. Cursing under her breath about that, she ran for the door as she heard the group of intruders run off, no more Jumpstart heard either, he must of ran off. Sliding in her key to open the door, it merely smoked rather than budging any. Great, she couldn’t blast through that! Looking around, she noticed a window open up on the window screen. Running back over across the large room she came closer to get better look. What had the Captain done?... It was rigged to land on some god forsaken deserted planet. Well, maybe there they could get these damned Cons and barnacles off the ship! Trio, Skip…. Not they… She placed her forehead in her hands for the moment, engulfing the pain while allowed to do so. She didn’t have time to mourn, she had to get this ship landed safely or they’d all surely perish. Taking a light breath, rather instead exhaling deeply, she looked back up and then over at the controls by the chair. Most of this was voice activated! Gah, Trio was the one who ran this stuff. Skip, he ran diagnostics to make sure everything functioned well and got the engines started up while Redstark maintained course and overall instructions. Gah, maybe she could override one password, but this would take to long! More than she knew it too, they had already entered the atmosphere of this new deranged looking planet. It was covered in dense looking jungles and dead yellow rock. It looked humid and moist, yet you saw not a single puddle anywhere! Red lights began flashing as a sign of threat for a crash collision, more alarms now going off than before as they climbed more and more towards death. Looking around, thoughts frantic for a few seconds before she decided to sit in one of the rounded chairs, she noticed it domed over her well. This was it, and she got front row seats. Watching as the trees hit the window first, a loud, thunderous sound of metal being crushed and bolts snapping it apart into the planet’s surface.
It took three months before Crosswire’s optics flickered back on, horribly fuzzed at first with some glitching as the face of some robotic canine sniffed about her face. Letting out a low growl, the robotic animal bared his metal fangs. Cringing in horrible pain, Crosswire just turned her face away so not to have that ripped apart first. She had her leg stuck under rubble and part of the ship, er, what was left of that part of the ship now. A lot of it had been totaled, the dome chair still around her very dented and had sort of cocooned some of her body, including her spark from being totaled as well. Her entire right leg was gone and the transmitters on her helm gone as well. She shook slightly, clenching her right fist as she looked back up at the canine. To her surprise, he was sitting, as if waiting. Waiting for what, her to drag out his favorite part of the meal? How amusing.. Removing her right arm from debris, she opened her hand back up to try and grab onto more scrap and rubble to pull herself out before doing the same with her left arm. She flinched slightly when she looked up and noticed the strange canine had bit onto the thick armor plating of her right armor and had began trying to drag her out. Wriggling her waist a bit, she got free of the chair and spent the next fifteen minutes trying to squirm out of the mess. After doing so, the dog ended up dragging her into a mixture of dusty dirt and wretched sand with small rocks in it. She cringed slightly more, laying there for a moment before curling up a bit to try and reduce the pain, which failed epically. Shaken with it, she stopped for a moment before looking up at the dog again. He was keeping a short distance, sitting again and just watching. She had to call him something, something that would remind her of this day forever, so she’d never forget… “Vile….”
Waking up seventeen days later, she found she had to learn how to survive with the help of this place’s only face that didn’t want to tear her apart. As time went on, the day the ship crashed seemed fuzzy, ad after awhile she had to get away from there due to the space barnacles. Captain.. What was the Captain’s name again?.. Gah, whenever her head shook she heard rattling, she had severely messed herself up. After the first seventeen years on the planet had finally passed by, she’d laugh hysterically, though not as intense as today’s maniacal laughter and draw pictures in the dirt before trying to hop or limp off on her one leg. “Rudy rudy rudy rudy kabuuuuuuuuuutay! Party in a box qua qua qua.” She’d call out as loud as she pleased, at night, curling up again under jungle trees and thinking hard. She had to remember her name, that was the most important thing right now. Her name was Crosswire, and her buddy was Vile. “Hi, I’m Crosswire and I like my name… So does Vile, he is my friend.” She murmured to herself, still laying down for some recharge and a bit saddened by the events that happened so long ago, though felt like not even last week yet too far away to grasp with her clawed hands.
Not much happened that she could remember, she went scavenging for whatever she could process as energy. Vile seemed to know pretty good sources which helped a crippled Bot like her. She could remember the word, Autobot, though she could no longer remember the name of her crew. By the time of thirty one years in passing, she stood, using a large jungle tree carved hiking stick for herself to help her stand. A ship was coming down, landing in one of the openings. Tilting her head to the side while getting a bit jumpy and growling lightly to herself, she began making her way rather quickly towards it. Stopping cautiously in the trees to see others stepping off a platform from it, she noticed a large symbol on the side of it. Was it familiar? Taking her quirky attention off the insignia, she looked back up to see one of the creatures approaching, them unknowing of her presence. Snarling ever so loud, she planted the stick firmly into the ground and leaped up to kick out when the Decepticon got too close to her hiding spot, taking them out with a spin kick to the throat under their right side of their jaw. It had felt like ages since she had done something like that, right?... She let out a short yet deep and electrical howl, moments later a Vile snarling madly leaped from the brush going straight for another one of the Decepticons. As Crosswire jumped forward, using the stick again and swinging it out only to have it caught by one of the more serious and experienced of the Decepticons, she let go though let a kick fly at yet another to have them knocked back. Nearly grabbed and restrained after this, she saw several bring out large weapons, barrel rolling in a crooked fashion out to the side with a hiss next to Vile, both standing no their guard and ready only to see one of the Decepticons wave the others off. Now stepping up to the Crosswire who gave him a distrusting glare. “What is your name, Scrap Heap?” Obviously noting the damage from the crash years and years ago that had been left unattended to, and worsened over this time. “I am Crosswire, and I like my name.. This is Vile, he is my friend.” He didn’t look the slightest bit amused, though noticed the Autobot insignia that was only half scratched off on Crosswire’s left upper chest piece. “Okay Crosswire…. Just what are you? Autobot?” For his reply, Crosswire left her glare to tilt her head in confusion. “Crosswire, is a Crosswire. As Vile is a Vile.”
Not much has changed from that day after that devious little smirk. She was taken in, armor remodeled and marked off as a Decepticon recruit. She’s the one they send in now when they need something torn down, their mass destruction specialist for now one would suppose. She’s as crazy as ever, a reprogramming shell put of her mother board to hide any memories of ever being an Autobot just in case. Unfortunately, it’s easy to remove. Either way, what Autobot in their right mind would take back what to them would be a fluke? She’s worth more to the Decepticons now than she is to the Autobots, a loose cannon yes, but a psychotic one at that that gets the job done. She has come a long way from both of the lives she lived, and now, a new journey begins. The only question that she can't answer which drives her mad to no end, journey for what? What purpose has she now?------------------------------------------------------------------------------IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?
Weaponry: Machine Gun – Located above the cannon, thick and heavily equipped with the ESB.
(ESB) Explosive Shell Barrel – Barrel before the machine gun barrel, large thick shells filled with an explosive energy capable of putting a dent in your parade. It hits deep, embedding damage five feet out.
Mini Missile Cannon – This cannon can fire missiles with a range the extends just over four and a half foot ball fields. (Though from that far, accuracy can vary. If anything, she wasn't about accuracy in the first place and will just shoot in your general direction.) Not only that, but even though the missiles are small and can carry out long, they can also take out a range of about half a block of housing developments. Only about nine are usually carried on her person.
Quite the handful of daggers, stashing them in random places. Between her front tires, one sheathed in the palm of her grappling hook prongs, a small, very fine blade stashed behind a joint of her visor. Take one away, five more seem to come up in its place. She has only seventeen normally o nher, all vary in size. Two that are the largest, four medium, then the rest all small all but the last that is finger length to her.
Extra: Something good to know, she has a companion almost like her only little cassette that folds up and fits into a compartment in her back. It's a dog-like creature that takes on the name of Vile, standing at four feet tall. This Cyber-pooch spits acid, so be careful.------------------------------------------------------------------------------WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT MECrosswire let out a nasty roar from her low leveled, crazed tantrum. Looking around at the small amount of destruction she'd caused. Only one broken fire hydrant, and cars piled around. Displeased with this, she also didn't feel like going Donkey Kong on the unfortunate asses off this city. Her long, strong metallic line, or tail if you prefer, stayed behind her, coiled here and there and remaining nearby as the sharp grapples spun once as one and made clank clank clank sounds as they snapped shut a few times. Looking around at a few screaming humans who tried to run from the scene, she reached down and snatched up one of the local hobos. The bearded, ragged coat wearing man struggled in fear, Crosswire merely looking him over as she held him upside down, before tossing him away behind her in loss of interest.
Ignoring his screams, her attention turned to the car that drove right under her in a desperate attempt to get passed this crazy mess. People seemed so impatient in these cities. "HEY!" She yelled after him, completely oblivious to the Cybertronian a short ways behind her, as she snarled and ran after the card. "NO HAND OUTS! AHAHAHAH! HAND OUTS!" She crushed cars here and there, just severely denting a few that were in her path before her optics caught sight of something else up ahead. Her red optics behind her thick, black visor seemed to grow huge as her jaw hung open slightly. A Twinkie truck up ahead seemed to have a magical glow coming off of it as she broke into a run towards it. However, when the driver of the truck saw this, he yelped and hit the gas, speeding down that street as Crosswire flailed her arms. "WAIT!!!! I WANT SOME TWINKIES!!!!!!" Having caught up quickly, using the tires on her feet now as skates, she tried to grab the side of the vehicle and failed, Crosswire's temper returning as her blood red optics began to glow with a fiery vengeance. "I SAID I WANT SOME FUCKING TWINKIES!!!!!" She leaped forward, tackling the Twinkie truck and rolled with it, the poor man inside screaming in horror. Oddly enough, things like this had similar occurred before in his job. Crosswire shook her head, before punching her way into the truck that now lay on its side, sticking her head into the darkness within the metallic traveling box to see what goodies were in store for her.
