Post by Recoil on Oct 11, 2009 22:34:29 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is Arctic, but you can call me nothing else. I've been on this planet 14 years, but have been RPing for 1 year, maybe a month more or less. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of Cutlass, Garret Cameron a living hell. Just so you know I found this site by an advertisement.
''Damn I'm good
Character's Full Name: Recoil
Biological Name: NA
Nicknames: Four-arms
Age: Many milennia, the equivalent of the human’s 40s.
PB: (Not needed for Transformers)
Species: Decepticon
Side in the war: Evil
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality:
Having a lust for warfare and strategy, Recoil is an insanely savage fighter, as long as it doesn’t come to a point at which he may die. Then he will do his best to run, or if every angle retreat is blocked and he is backed into a corner, he will fight much more ferociously than the vicious wolverine native to this planet. Recoil also dislikes any orders or laws that he feels restricts his freedom of movement, and as such, won’t give a second thought to disobeying them. Because of his love of life, and that he is oftentimes in a place AWOL, he makes an effort to remain hidden from those who would report him. Not much of a joker, the only person Recoil ever plays prankster with is his brother, who he cares about deeply, even though he would never admit it. Several of his major traits fit into his reasoning for working as a field medic. Part of this is his desire to keep the numbers of the Decepticon army high by keeping the stupid Decepticons who allowed themselves to be blown to all hell and back alive. Another of his reasons include the fact that he knows how to spot weak points in armor and exploit them than many others would, even if he does have to rely on general instincts and sight to make those estimates. The last reason is that an injured soldier gives him one real good excuse to leave a battlefield, or at least duck out of sight.
Likes: Living, breaking laws he dislikes, dismantling Autobots, keeping an edge in battle, remaining unseen at least half of the time, Instigater, and playing jokes/pranks on Instigater
Dislikes: Losing an advantage, laws that he feels restricts his movement, Being too far from his twin, admitting how much he likes his twin, and being ordered around constantly.
Fears: Him or his twin being dismantled/reprogrammed, him or his twin becoming a POW, dying in battle, and the death of his twin.
Your Greatest Strength:
Diversity of fighting styles often helps Recoil in battles, being able to fight hand to hand, then switch to a long range fight at a moment’s notice. He uses his knowledge and lack of specialization to his advantage, saving his guns for medium to long range battle, using his own version of thrown ninja stars and saw blades for anything else ranged, along with debris he finds and explosives that he carries on him.
Your Greatest Weakness:
Perhaps the largest issue Recoil has is that he is always one of the first to fall back. Not wanting to die, he jumps at a chance to run when he believes the battle is lost. The moment that is opponents get a large enough advantage over him, is the moment that Recoil tries to dispatch this enemy before retreating to a safer location.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family: The usual ‘parents’, and Instigater, his ‘twin’
History:
Before the war broke out, Recoil and Instigater were part of the Cybertronian army. Fortunately or unfortunately, the only battles they saw during this time was spars, fights between irritated mechs, and fights between themselves. However, when the civil war broke out, it was like they had hit the jackpot, being that they loved to fight so much. Because of this, they put aside their own differences, ceasing to fight with each other so often, and concentrating their battle lust on the Autobot faction. Even when the war moved to new worlds, Recoil stuck near his twin, and the two tried not to enter any battles without the other at their side.
When Earth became the frontlines of the war, Recoil and Instigater both set off to come to the planet. However, when they begun to enter the atmosphere, they had different trajectories, and lost track of the other. Recoil set down in a sea that was separating two of the continents of this new planet. Accessing the information network the natives had created, Recoil learned as much as he could while he was heading to land. He discovered that he landed in the Bering Sea, and when he reached Alaska, reverted to his Cybertronian form until he located a suitable Earth Vehicle form. Making his way down through Canada to the United States, Recoil stayed out of sight, and continued to look until he found a proper alternate mode, and kept moving. He was still hoping that Instigater would proceed to this country, that, according to his database hackings, had been home to a number of confrontations between the factions.
Anything Else?: Recoil often uses weaponry that fires undiluted transuranic slugs.
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: Yuppers: {Transform and Roll Out!}
Custom Title: A deadly medic.
RP Sample:
The black 1996 Pontiac Firebird pulled into an area that wasn’t populated, quite possibly because it was a construction zone that had been abandoned for the night. It didn‘t faze Recoil though, he just kept driving. He was nearing the middle of it, and he was trying to move quickly, yet slow enough that he wouldn‘t get dust and dirt up in his systems. He turned sharply, pulling into an area out of sight, in between some of the machines. Knowing that prying optics wouldn‘t see him, Recoil began the transformation process.
The wheels of the vehicle left the ground as it began to fold up, Recoil‘s calves hid the rear tires, while the front pair made themselves scarce inside his torso. Other parts of the car hid themselves, the windows hiding inside his arms and legs, while other body parts held themselves in view, his headlights sitting on his shoulders. The rear lights, brake, back up, turn signals, and running lights, sat themselves on his thighs, and on his lower torso. His head came from where the back of his engine should have been. The rear view mirrors were no where to be seen; they had hidden themselves inside his upper arms. Recoil brought up the two arms that were always displayed, while his second set of limbs unfolded from his body, showing themselves for what they were. He looked mostly like a giant, metal human, except for the extra arms, and the fact he had two knees or ankles, which ever you preferred. His legs were more like one of the canines’ or felines’ back legs, from this planet. He brought up all four hands, the first of the three fingers on each hand turning themselves into accurate, high pressure air vents, with which he used to clean the air out from under the armor he could reach. A few minutes were all it took, mainly because he had four arms, and those arms allowed him to reach places he couldn‘t had he only two arms. This process finished, Recoil let himself thump down onto a stack of steel girders. He set his radars on high, set them to wake him if any humans or other company got near enough to him. He also set his systems to wake him up about an hour before sunrise. He had looked up this company that worked here; they were not due till after the star that gave this planet warmth was up already. That done, Recoil went into Stasis, ready for his short nap.
