Post by Wildrider on Oct 10, 2009 13:45:39 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is Wildrider, but you can call me Wulf. I've been on this planet 18 years, but have been RPing for 3-4. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of Chasm and Lockjaw/Killjoy/Stitches a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by Jetta's DA.
''Damn I'm good
Character's Full Name: Wildrider
Biological Name: none
Nicknames: none
Age: Half as old as the great war
PB: (Not needed for Transformers)
Species: Gestalt Cybertronian; Stunticon
Side in the war: Decepticon
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality: Mentally unstable. These words easily describe not only Wildrider, but the rest of the Stunticon gestalt as well. Wildrider is reckless on the roads, and doesn't care who he runs off while driving. He also heavily dislikes silence, which leads him to be loud most of the time, and makes him useless on missions which require silence. The one thing that keeps him in line is his fear of his gestalt leader Motormaster, and his fear of Megatron. Being the only Stunticon on Earth, however, and away from Motormaster, Wildrider seems to be going through some kind of change. Only time will tell if it is for the better...
Likes: Going fast, driving recklessly, being loud, running other cars off the road, leading the police on fruitless chases.
Dislikes: Silence, the Arialbots, Motormaster, not being able to go fast, impound lots, being on his back.
Fears: Motormaster, Megatron, car crushers, tow trucks.
Your Greatest Strength: As a Stunticon, Wildrider's vehicle mode is built tougher than usual, allowing him to take more of a beating in vehicle mode than many other Decepticons and Autobots. This also means that fender-bending with Wildrider can be hazardous to the frames of most challengers. His engine is also slightly more powerful, allowing him to reach greater speed faster.
Your Greatest Weakness: Wildrider is easily intimidated when overwhelmed, and can act even more reckless when cornered, disobeying even Megatron's orders in order to get out of the situation. His smaller size ads to this, as he, like three of the other Stunticons, run small for Decepticons.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family: Created by Megatron. Gestalt mates Motormaster, Dead End, Drag Strip, and Breakdown
History: Wildrider and the other Stunticons were created in responce to the Autobot's Aerialbots, and as a result the two gestalts are mortal enemies. Because of their appearances, they were mistaken for Autobots for a time, and able to rampage freely. Unfortunately, as part of a side-effect to their creation, the Stunticons all had severe personality defects, and the only things keeping them in line was their fear and hatered of Motormaster, and their loyalty to and fear of Megatron. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that they formed Menasor, the Stunticons would have been deactivated for good long ago.
With Decepticon activity steadily increasing on Earth, Wildrider made the decision to go as well. The other Stunticons were not happy with this, and saw it as Wildrider abandoning them. Despite their attempts to keep him on Cybertron, Wildrider left, telling him that he'd scope Earth out for the rest of the team to arrive at a later point in time. After landing on Earth and taking an alt-mode, Wildrider's transformation sequence was badly damaged, leaving him stranded in vehicle mode.
During his stay on Earth, Wildrider has felt more freedom than ever before. Is it the planet itself? Or is it the lack of Motormaster looming over him, keeping him in line. Either way, change is not too far away...
Anything Else?: Combines with other Stunticons to form Menasor.
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: yes
Custom Title: Most reckless thing on wheels
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!- 
