Post by Wheelie on Nov 14, 2009 14:50:12 GMT -5
''Tell me about it
Hey there, my name is Chelsie, but you can call me Klaatu or Frenzy. I've been on this planet sixteen years, but have been RPing for six or more years. Along with this character, I tend to make the lives of everyone [xD] a living Hell. Just so you know I found this site by Chris' link.
''Damn I'm good
Character's Full Name: Wheelie
Nicknames: Wheels, but usually something along the line of "pervert".
Age: Relatively young.
Species: Cybertronian
Side in the war: Autobots
''There is more to them then meets the eye
Personality: Ah, Wheelie...where to begin? Often labeled as a coward, Wheelie is easily frightened and intimidated by others. This is probably the reason he was originally a Decepticon, as he was anytihing but loyal. When people larger than him begin to shout at him, his nonexistant backbone causes him to pretty much do whatever they say out of fear.
Not really a villainous sort, Wheelie can be a good guy if something means alot to him. Still considered just a sparkling by many, he is mature enough to know right and wrong. So they think, anyway. He's easily influenced by his feelings- mostly fear, inspiration, or love (that's what he calls it, anyway). It would really just take some caring yet strict parent figures to make him actually worthy of being an Autobot. A really foul mouthed Autobot.
Most of the time, Wheelie has a one-track mind set on one thing: Girls. More specifically, Mikaela Banes, his "Warrior Goddess". All is forgotten and forgiven when he lays eyes on her, immediately disregarding the fact that she torched his optic out, shoved him in a box, and chained him up like some kind of pet. He even declared he loved her at one point- much to Sam Witwicky's anger. This isn't to say he doesn't "oggle" other girls, though.
Likes: Girls (Mikaela in specific), compliments and/or being praised, when he gets to boss people around [never], feeling smarter than others, and pretty much annoying people
Dislikes: Mousetraps, blowtorches, dogs, Decepticons, most people in particular...
Fears: Being offlined, Mikaela, and (secretly) being completely alone.
Your Greatest Strength: Hacking and survellience.
Your Greatest Weakness: He doesn't have any real weapons and therefore isn't a great fighter, and tends to get easily distracted.
''Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing
Family: [Deceased parents]
Technospike
Shockfrost
History: During the search for the All Spark fragment, Wheelie was ordered by Soundwave to steal it- the fragment being in Mikaela Banes' garage in a safe. Disguising himself as a remote-controlled monster truck toy, he sneaked into Mikaela's garage while she was distracted and attempted to unlock the safe. However, the noise he made while trying to avoid dangerous objects of the floor (such as mousetraps) alerted Mikaela that something was amiss.
Using tongs, she picked him up and burnt out his left eye using a blowtorch and locked him inside a box. He was finnaly let out in Simmons' New York City deli, though Mikaela held him on a chain. She sweetly apologized to him and promised that he wouldn't be hurt if he explained the Cyberglyphics Sam had been seeing. Wheelie did so and traveled with the group to the Smithsonian.
When Jetfire awoke, the Seeker's speech of how he left the Decepticons to join the Autobot's enraptured Wheelie and he too decided he would leave the Decepticons (even humping Mikaela's leg in joy- which upset Same a great deal).
Wheelie traveled with the group through Jetfire's space bride to Jordan, and then to the Pyramids of Egypt- where he may or may not have decided to stay in safety while the others searched for the Tomb of the Primes.
Anything Else?:
''The Fallen Shall Rise Again
Did you read the rules?: TFForever
Custom Title: [You know you want me.]
[i][You [b]know[/b] you [u]want[/u] me.][/i]RP Sample:
(As a humanized Wheelie from another site.)
He heaved a big sigh, taking a quick rest on the bench near the bus stop- not that he needed a ride. The blue-haired teen took his backpack off, looking around for a moment. Clearly painted on his face was nothing else but pure paranoia- as if he were afraid the Decepticon leader would jump out at any moment and murder him in broad daylight. Which he didn't doubt in the least. However, at the moment he was making sure that "guy with the bat" wasn't anywhere near him. There weren't crowds of people cluttering the street today, which he was also thankful for. Finnaly, a small grin tugged at his face, showing his sharpened teeth- the one gold tooth seemingly shining in the bright daylight mischieviously. From his backpack, he took out his "Heely" sneakers and replaced the ones he was currently wearing with them.
Standing up and putting his backpack on, he carefully skated a few feet forward before glancing behind him, nervously. Still no sign of that psycho human with the bat- good for him. Wheelie straightened out his shirt, which today read "If you were me, you'd be awesome." before rubbing his hands together and clearing his throat. "Allright, Wheels- let's try this again." Wheelie told himself before racing ahead, jumping over all cracks and crevices, wires and cables, and any other obstacles that threatened to trip him up. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of last time. As the thought of that pissed off soldier and the even more infuriated crazy jerk hit him, the carefree grin drifted from his face.
[i]Oh, Primus, what if he was being watched right now?
What if someone else had a bat, and was gonna beat the slag out of him?
What if a Decepticon was spying on him?
Oh, frag![/i]
These panicky thoughts were rushing through his head, though he still didn't lose his gracefull footing and balance. He'd been on wheels all his life after all. At least, before coming to Earth, anyway. However, his paranoia was beggining to grow to such a point once again that he was biting his lip to keep himself from breathing harder than normal. As someone ran across the street, a car horn honked at them- warning the idiot to wait for the crosswalk. Even though this wasn't supposed to affect Wheelie by any means, his terrified mind allowed it to happen, anyway. Right when the car's horn went off, Wheelie jumped nearly half a foot in the air. He shouted, loosing his "grace" and was sent tumbling into a group of three trash cans.
After a second or two, he came to with a groan and sat up, his red eyes darting around for any sign of danger. [i]Oh, slag...[/i] 
