Post by Garret Cameron on Sept 29, 2009 22:30:37 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is Arctic, but you can call me Arctic. I've been on this planet 14 years, but have been RPing for 1 year, maybe less. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of Silencer and Cutlass a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by an advert.
''Damn I'm good
And it ain't my pic.
Character's Full Name: Garret Cameron
Biological Name: N/A
Nicknames: Gar, Liar, Skunk, Genius (often derogatory), Nerd
Age: 15
PB: Cole Sprouse
Species: Techno-Organic
Side in the war: Evil
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality:
Loving to learn, Garret is a sponge for knowledge. He just has a tendency to forget a variety of things in a short time. That is especially common when it does not apply to factual learning, excluding names and details about people. He utilizes logic as often as he can think to, often trying to use unorthodox thinking in his decisions.
Garret fell in love with animals the first time he thought about how well they adapted to a hostile environment. They did it with such ease, that they varied so much. He figured that they would be a perfect example for a number of Decepticons to model themselves after, the patience and strategy utilized by the hunters, the calm serenity of the herbivores. They could incorporate more of those details into their own programming.
He never really lied until he was being schooled in it. Luckily, when he did so, Garret was surprised to find that it was easy for the person he was deceiving to believe him, particularly seeing as he kept a straight face. He first started practicing forging pretty early, seeing as he wanted to do so just to say he could. He always did things like that, learning skills to say that he could do it.
Garret loves to argue, but will only do so if he has his facts straight. Or is just in a stubborn mood. Sometimes, he'll even argue against his point if he wants to fight. Knowing he isn't the strongest or fastest, Garret tries to avoid physical battles, and runs when possible.
Likes: Chess, running around, robotics, his laptop, science, getting things correct, reading (fiction, little non-fiction, except war books), that he can lie with a straight face, that he knows how to forge a signature (even though he never needs to do so), skunks, cats, reptiles, insects, arachnids, and pretty much any type of animal.
Dislikes: heights, the time it takes to shower/get his hair cut, being too obvious (easy for Autobots to find), having to outrun things, losing at chess, getting shot at, making an apparent (to him) mistake and feeling stupid.
Fears: Heights, being caught, becoming blind/deaf or not being able to feel/smell/taste anything, death, getting run over, being caught by Autobots/Vengeful Decepticons.
Your Greatest Strength:
Garret's best asset is undoubtedly his brain. He makes decisions quickly, trying to be unpredictable. He can think in unorthodox ways, often going against his first instincts to devise a strategy that will allow him to catch his opponent, be it in chess or in a duel with words, by surprise. Trickery is often one of the methods he uses to confuse people, other times using plain truth to do so.
Your Greatest Weakness:
Garret's greatest asset, his brain, can sometimes be coupled with his physical weakness as his strongest undoing. He can oftentimes over think a situation, losing his chance to do what it was that he was thinking about doing. Not being able to back up anything he says with muscle is another large issue he has to deal with. He does have nerve, and a bold mouth, but he has to be careful, or he may end up dying from a beating.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family: Dad=Shockwave
History:
Garret was raised by his 'father', Shockwave, throughout his childhood. Why? Garret never did find out truly. He suspected it had been because Shockwave had deducted that it could be useful having a son/apprentice/assistant in his work, and had thus volunteered when the Decepticons created their Techno-organics. Garret had started learning and following around his dad after he had been old enough to understand what it was he was supposed to be doing. Until then, for probably five years, he was put to learning everything his teachers could shove down his throat, while trying to make it fun at the same time. Unfortunately, his teachers were a couple of Decepticons who, along with the curriculum Shockwave set them, added extensive lying and forging lessons to his list. Shockwave probably would've had them do so anyway, they just got to it immediately.
After an expedited learning curve, that wasn't too much faster than that of a normal human's (the teachers had problems getting his attention), Garret was a good bit smarter than his human 'peers' and as such, a lot of jocks would call him 'Genius' and 'Nerd', sometimes throwing in the occasional 'Skunk' because Garret didn't take showers often. To try and counteract this, hoping to give him a temper, Garret's tutors, who still had occasional sessions with him, started trying to get him to be meaner, and more violent, even occasionally calling him 'Gar', apparently an Earth fish with a rep for being vicious. They had been 'living' in Tranquility, even going so far as to enroll Garret in high school, to keep up their cover.
Anything Else?:
Is there? Should there be? I don't think there is.
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: Of course: {Transform and Roll Out}
Custom Title: The Evil Nerd With Nerve
RP Sample:
The orange motorcycle turned into the area, slowing the whole time. The rider sat there for several seconds, before flickering into oblivion. Cutlass didn't sense any humans, Autobots, or even Decepticons. Then again, he wasn't trying to hard. He had implemented a program in his processor that would randomly select a day that he would devote to practice.
He was designating the area that he wouldn't leave during this session, overall not too big, just what seemed to be an off road driving course and a little into the woods. He started moving forward, his two wheels well balanced over the ground. He was designating targets inside of his zone, when he reached the edge of his practice arena. Making a sharp turn, Cutlass revved his engine, shooting forward. Halfway across his circle, he initiated the transformation to his robot form.
His wheels moved so that they were sitting beside each other, while his seat turned into his legs. The gas tank and the front zone of his motorcycle form turned up to form his torso with the headlights on his chest. While his arms were popping out of the engine, his head also rose. Cutlass rolled backwards to his feet, the wheels on his back, the front of the bike having turned to form his chest. It was just his transformation.
Right after landing on his feet, Cutlass rose his arms, shooting at the first two of his targets without truly aiming. He had sunk into his trance, where he could fight without any mental difficulties. The two trees were holed, and another two were impacted. He was so focused, or unfocused, that anything could walk up to him and he wouldn't notice it. He sheathed his hand guns, bringing his energon blades forth. He charged a cluster of the Earth plants, stabbing into one with the sword and yanking it out. He swung his other arm, the bark in the plant feeling the bite of his blade. It slid out, not too difficult. He looked around, trying to figure out the next target he would assault. Before he was done, he would have to make this look more natural.
