Post by Lockjaw on Oct 6, 2009 20:39:21 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is Lockjaw, but you can call me Wulf. I've been on this planet 18 years, but have been RPing for 3-4 years. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of Chasm a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by JettaWindstar's DA.
''Damn I'm good
Character's Full Name: Lockjaw
Biological Name: none
Nicknames: none
Age: slightly younger than Barricade
PB: (Not needed for Transformers)
Species: Cybertronian
Side in the war: Decepticon
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality: Lockjaw craves distruction. He is a front-line soldier, along with his two symbiote partners, Killjoy and Stitches. He prefers servo-to-servo over weapons, though this does not mean he is without an arsenal. Killjoy and Stitches, twin Shepard-based symbiotes, do not live up to their names. Killjoy finds almost everything hilarious beyond all belief, while Stitches is grouchy about everything. The two fight by ganging up on their opponent, co-ordinating their attacks. Both share an unexplainable dislike for Ravage.
Likes: Tearing up Autobots, squishing fleshies, fetch, terrorizing fleshies, playing with the lights and sirens
Dislikes: Online Autobots, traffic lights, peaceful areas, leash laws, retreating, fleshies on the seats
Fears: loosing each other, being separated, Megatron
Your Greatest Strength: Because of their partnership, Lockjaw, Killjoy, and Stitches work together better than a trio of normal Decepticons would. They can "feel" what the others want to do, and co-ordinate attacks together. Their bond gives them a sub-frequency that only they can use to communicate, though it weakens with distance, so they stick close together.
Your Greatest Weakness: Lockjaw is not incredibly intelligent, and so requires a plan made in advance to get a job done properly. Sneaking around is also not a strong point. Killjoy and Stitches are not the brightest either, though Stitches is more intelligent that Killjoy. Separating the two of them from Lockjaw makes them incredibly uncomfortable, and separating them from each other makes them go on a rampage in order to get back to the other.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family: Regular creator/parents. Although unrelated, Killjoy and Stitches consider themselves Lockjaw's younger brothers.
History: Not much is known about wither Lockjaw or the symbiote twins before the war, though a fair amount is known after it started. The trio was matched fairly early in the war, and set out to make their names imfamous among the Autobot ranks. Any 'Bot that they found and killed became a short-term chew toy for Killjoy and Stitches. Sometimes, the bot was found in one piece, if they were lucky. If they were very unluky, only a few gnawed-on pieces would be retireved.
After Megatron's defeat in Mission City, the trio doubled their attack efforts, almost like payback. With more and more Cybertronians gathering on Earth, the trio made the journey as well, crashing near the Texas-Mexico border, and beginning their journey towards the Decepticon base.
Anything Else?: Never EVER let Killjoy discover online gaming sites!
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: Yes
Custom Title: Big bad D-con K-9 Unit!
RP Sample:
The street was quiet, at least as quiet as a neighborhood street could be with kids running around. Parked by the curb was an odd sight for the neighborhood, one that got more than a few stares. An '07 GT500 Shelby Cobra was sitting in front of an abandoned house, no owner in sight. The car was a dark purple, and had gold flames on its hood, as well as along the doors. It had been sitting there since the previous night, unmoving. Every so often, a small, near-inaudiable noise would emit from the hood, much like a sigh.
-Comm. unit Chasm, reporting in.- Bad idea. -The area seems clear of any- An explosion cut off the rest of the transmission as the Cobra was sent flipping through the air, landing on its side. "Owww....That was dumb of me....." Rocking his alt-mode, and using the door he'd landed on, Chasm managed to right himself, but was unable to pick up an energy signature. His comm. radio crackled to life. -Run run run, little Autobrat, as fast as you can.- Laughter followed. That was enough for Chasm. Tires squealing, he floored his gas and took off, breaking every speed law known to man, as well as some traffic laws. The Decepticon police cruiser was not far behind, lights and sirens blaring. Another message was coming through. -Chasm, this is Prowl. What is your status?- Chasm's reply was loud, and oddly cheery. -I'm runnin' from the law!- 
