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Post by Flamefury on Jul 21, 2008 16:14:47 GMT -5
Name: Flamefury (Fury, Flamer, and sometimes, Frank) Faction: Autobot Function: Mercenary/Sniper Alt Mode: Red and black Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500 Super Snake Size: Normal Deluxe Appearance: Slightly stocky build, red and black paint scheme, light blue optics, receiver antennae on either side of her helmet for excellent reception and communication. Voice: Light and slightly accented. (abbreviations such as ya’ (you) and combinations of words such as ya’know.) Theme Music: “The Sharpest Lives” – My Chemical Romance & “Sleep” – MCR Motto: “I see you, but you sure as slag don’t see me.”
TECH SPEC: (0 - 5 poor, 5 -6 average, 7 = good, 8 - 9 = V. good, 10 = exceptional) Strength: 6 Speed: 8 Intelligence: 8 Endurance: 5 Agility: 6-7 Courage: 8 Firepower: 6 Skill: 6 Technical Skill: 9
Special Abilities:
Profile & History: Fury is usually quite a happy-go-lucky bot, if not slightly moody at times, especially when she’s in “the zone”, which usually takes over before or after a mission. She’ll bite your head of (verbally, at least) if the urge strikes her, or if you catch her on a bad day. Shy and introverted around those she doesn’t know well, Flamefury tends to keep to herself, and usually has a symbiotic relationship with other Autobots; they leave her alone, she leaves them alone. Fury is afraid of the dark, and avoidant of humans, gets very lazy, and is a klutz (stabilizers are glitched).
Fury was born to the Autobots Stormhawk and Rally, and lived a fairly normal sparkling life. She grew up on the Autobot base, and thus war is all she knows. She was sent off to the Academy at the appropriate time, and graduated with average marks, nothing special. On her first mission, she was shot by an unseen sniper, who was later discovered, shot, and identified as Stormhawk. Needless to say, it was a horrible accident and was dismissed as such. Minor surgery was required to safe Flamefury's life, but she healed quickly and became what she is today; introverted, quiet and lethally determined to not make the same mistake as her sire.
Weapons: One long-range sniper rifle, lovingly dubbed “Deuce”, and a medium-caliber blaster in case of emergencies. She also packs a mean right hook.
Special Abilities: N/A
Abilities: Alt mode: Can reach speeds of up to 200 MPH (with her own modifications), and turns on a dime, but if someone decides to go off-road, then call in the backup.
Bot mode: Can pack a very effective punch (both literal and non-literal) when aggravated/provoked. She’s very stealthy when the time calls for it, due to occupation. She favors Deuce as her weapon of choice, and knows how to use it both as a very effective rifle, and a show-offy item; it accepts energy rounds, plasma rounds and even .50 caliber lead rounds, and is taken out to the ballistics range quite a bit for display purposes.
Weaknesses': She’s jumpy. Spooky, even: every little sound catches her attention, and Primus forbid you sneak up on her, because you’re likely to get kicked/hit, and thus she always has something solid at her back; weak knee jointing, and thus she’s had several surgeries on them to put metal pistons in place to brace them and repair damage; being around those she doesn’t know, Fury tends to freak out quite a bit and requires some persuasion to come down from her cold attitude, but is usually very friendly and kind once you’ve succeeded in that. To further the list; Flamefury has nightmares on a nightly basis (she’s seen some bad shiz) and thus doesn’t get a whole lot of sleep, and thus is grumpy when she’s awake. ----- (set on Earth) -----
"Yeah, this is just great..." Flamefury snarled quietly to herself, shoving the safety bolt of Deuce into place firmly, sending the pebble that had been wedged in the slot pinging off to the side. A quiet huff escaped the red and black Mustang's respirators. Today was not a good day. Of course, her flared temper had NOTHING to do with it... Who cared? She certainly did not. And since there was no one around to care, then no one cared! HA!
A slightly twisted grin lit across her faceplates; no one bothered her because they either were in too much of a hurry with their own lives, or because she intimidated them. The femme let out a quiet, barking chuckle at this, running a quiet, practiced hand along the barrel of her sniper rifle, checking for snags or faults in the blued steel.
Light blue optics shifted upward, their keen gaze catching sight of an organic squirrel scurrying across her line of sight. The grin on her lips softened. She loved this planet. It was quiet and peaceful out here, compared to the hectic setting of the Autobot base.
The Shelby Cobra sighed again. The organic planet's charms couldn't sooth her this day. She'd been up most of the night with the nightmares that constantly plagued her subconscious mind. To punctuate this thought, a yawn made it's way from her mouth. If she looked like she felt, then it was no wonder everyone ignored her. Heh.
A frown eased itself across Flamefury's face, making her look even more like a grumper. There was grass wedged in the reflective plate of her scope. A hiss of distaste left her vocalizer, and she proceeded to attempt to remove it. This put her in an even worse mood, and now she was just moody enough to be irritated at little things; moody enough even to pick a fight.
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Post by Insaniholic on Jul 21, 2008 17:13:19 GMT -5
Name: Remix Faction: None Function: DJ Alt Mode: Cybertronian Sound System/ Modified Hako Coupe Size: A bit larger than the regular Voice: A medium-to-deep tone with an urban accent Theme Music: Heaven Road 2- Envy, but he has more… Motto: “Let’s make some NOISE!” TECH SPEC Strength: 5 Intelligence: 6 Speed: 7 Endurance: 6 Rank: None Courage: 7 Firepower: 8 Skill: 9 Appearance: Lime green dominates his armor, only to have some black decal here and there. He wears a visor over his eyes and has antennas concealed in "horns" much like Prime's. He has plating covering certain parts of him, which conceal his sound equipment that he can externalize at will. Profile/History: He served as a DJ at a night club back on Cybertron and would have rather stayed one back on Cybertron. However, when times call, things change. He was drafted into the war and had to go to Earth. On Earth, his team disliked him for his attitude towards the war as unserious. In fact, his attitude had caused so much annoyance that when he was severely damaged; his team left him there to die. Ever since, he has been on his own. He scanned an MG ZT-T that was nearby during his close-to-death experience. After doing so, he drove to a suitable area for his recovery. He parked in an abandoned warehouse that had previously stored sound equipment. He modified his body with the equipment in there. This would prepare him for future situations. (Previously, he only wielded a small laser handgun, as he was not a combat robot.) After a few months, his auto-repair systems had fixed him up completely, and he was ready again. He now spends most of his time driving around, with his sound systems installed in his trunk and other spots. Once in a while, he will use a solid holoform to go around to night clubs and act as a guest DJ. He lives a carefree life, but when attacked by others, he is not afraid to fight, especially after enhancing himself. Recently, he has taken on the form of an lime green Hako Coupe for personal preferences. Weapons: His Cybertronian technology was able to magnify the power of his sound systems and make them into weaponry. He also wields “tweaked” Cybertronian discs. While these discs are meant for musical purposes, they have been changed into throwing blades. Abilities: He is an expert with audio tech. He has good audio-receptors, able to decode any sound transmission even when encrypted. He can split sound transmissions into individual frequencies. While these abilities were meant for his original purpose as a DJ, he now uses these abilities for combat purposes. He can also record sounds, or modify them. Weaknesses: He hates any damages done to him, especially when it's towards his sound equipment and his paintjob, and of course, everythings else. Also, his dislike towards both Autobots for abandoning him and Decepticons for just the way they are puts him in a position where he can only rely on himself and whatever temporary allies he can find himself with. Not only that, as a partygoer, he usually ends up either wasted on Energon or oil, flirting with fembots only to get his parts handed to him, or other mishaps. Remix the lime green Hako Coupe was driving along the road on his way to a city when he noticed a fembot. "Whoa." He said to himself. "Maybe I can get some help." He grinned inwardly. He transformed, parts sliding to form appendages, metal coming in place to form armor, and his sound equipment still hidden inside compartments. He began to walk towards whoever this new encounter was. Help was dire. He had gotten into a battle with a Decepticon just a few hours ago. He needed some Energon. "Hey there!" He greeted as he walked. He waved his hand in the air to attract attention.
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Post by Flamefury on Jul 21, 2008 17:33:58 GMT -5
Flamefury's keen audios picked up on the sound of an approaching engine, and her red and black head snapped up, blue optics lighting upon the form of a mech walking toward her. Ugh. Why couldn't she be left alone? So much for being ignored...
That quiet hiss of distaste left her respirators again and she stood from her previous position on the ground, shoving an energy round into the loading chamber of her rifle expertly and glaring at the mech; "State your designation and faction." Fury said loudly, a hostile tone creeping into her voice as she took an offensive stance, bringing Deuce up to rest against her torso as she clicked the safety bolt off. She wasn't about to take any chances with all the Decepticons slinking around of late. One shot would be all it took if she took the nanosecond to aim at the mech's spark chamber, just one shot...
Flamefury studied the mech quietly, light blue optics critical. He didn't seem to be much of a threat, in fact, he didn't bear an insignia of any kind. A quiet growl made its way up from her vocal processor. If this was just another neutral looking for help, she'd probably ping him in the aft anyway. If they weren't going to take sides, then they should have stayed out of the way. Flamefury held no meanness within her that couldn't be remedied by kindness, but she sure as Pit didn't show it, and wasn't a shining example of Autobot protocol, either, but she honestly tried her spark out to not lose her temper with others. Some days, like today, it just wasn't worth it and she didn't have the energy to rein in her vicious attitude.
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Post by Insaniholic on Jul 21, 2008 17:44:28 GMT -5
"Uh, designation...Um... Something. Faction, well, none." Remix said. Then he glanced at the fembot. Autobot. Of course, if this Autobot wasn't a fembot, he would have kicked tailpipe, but since this was a fembot, he'd be "courteous". He liked Autobot fembots better than Decepticon fembots. 'Cons were far too crazy, evil, aggressive, ugh. But this Autobot fem...kinda angry...like a 'Con. But still, Remix would take his chances. "Ya got any Energon on ya? Or can ya at least point me towards some?"
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Post by Flamefury on Jul 21, 2008 22:31:00 GMT -5
Light blue optics narrowed dangerously at the mech; "I asked for your designation and I want it, now." Flamefury growled. Perhaps she was being too hotheaded with the mech, but that thought never crossed her processor. He was a neutral. She wasn't allowed to shoot neutrals, or even cause them harm as long as it wasn't in self-defense. Fury lowered her rifle slowly, optics flicking around the area quickly, checking for any visible intruders, not that it would do much good for any who chose to remain hidden.
Flamefury's attention returned to the green mech in front of her, the hostility not leaving her optics as she observed him. Observation was key. It led to discoveries. She, of all bots, would know this, considering her occupation.
There was that stupid piece of grass in her scope's reflective panel... Flamefury caught the minuscule clipping out of the corner of one keen optic, and turned her head down to glare at it as if it would just fall out with the simple action. It remained firmly wedged within the scope. She would have to take it apart later when she had the time and tools to do so. Fury's head snapped back up to the mech. Oh. He was still here. Quiet embarrassment flooded her systems at such a blunder on her part. Every little thing distracted her, it seemed. A small snort of frustration left her respirators and she adjusted her stance, the supportive pistons in her knee joints hissing loudly in the silence as they adjusted also. Irritation blossomed across her faceplates and her receptor antennae twitched as she quietly fumed.
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Post by Insaniholic on Jul 22, 2008 13:15:23 GMT -5
Remix wasn't so fond on the idea of giving away his identity. "It doesn't matter now...Jus' need some Energon...And even if she turns out to be hostile... Well, I'm still prepared." Remix glanced down at himself, grinning inwardly as he looked at a sonic cannon built in his arm. The plating was slightly opened, but would not allow more than a small crack of visibility of the cannon.
"The name's Remix." He said with a smile. He extended his hand out as a welcome. It was a gesture he picked up while on Earth. "How 'bout you?"
His optics were scanning the red and black fembot and relaying data to his visor to process and redefine info. Stat readings were displayed as he read them. "Not bad... If I do get in trouble, it might be hard to get out this time."
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Post by Flamefury on Jul 22, 2008 13:31:44 GMT -5
Flamefury relaxed slightly, only slightly, as the mech gave her his name. At least he was polite. However, that relaxation evaporated instantly as he extended one of his hands. Fury jumped backwards, sensors running on high alert and optics flaring brightly. What was he up to? She didn't have time to wonder because the instant she jumped backwards, her feet got tangled with each other and she toppled over with a solid thud and an indignant squeal of fright. Fury was back on her feet within a nanosecond and her optics were darting around the area for any sign of anything she could have missed. Embarrassment once again flowered through her systems. WHY in Primus' name did she have to be such an idiotic klutz?
Flamefury turned her attention back to the mech quickly and eyed the extended hand carefully, like a spooked horse would eye a human. Her receptor antennae were flat back against her helm in a display of aggression and anger, and her whole stance screamed; 'I don't trust anything!', but it wasn't like she noticed this at all. This was just Flamefury's natural reaction to anything that frightened and/or startled her.
A snort of compressed air left Fury's respirators as she adjusted Deuce, subspacing the rifle for the time being, or until a more threatening situation dawned. She still wasn't sure about the mech, but he'd asked for her name, and she would give it, albeit reluctantly; "Flamefury."
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Post by Insaniholic on Jul 22, 2008 13:46:17 GMT -5
"Nice to meetcha." Remix replied. He winced a bit. Flamefury. It rang with a bit of a menacing sound. Flame. Fury. Oh well. He grabbed Flamefury's hand and pulled her up. "So, uh, you know any place with Energon?" Remix asked. His Energon supply was running out, and he did not want to see himself go offline.
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Post by Flamefury on Jul 22, 2008 13:59:12 GMT -5
Fury skittered away from the mech slightly as he helped her up, and she almost tripped again, but managed to hold the ground under her feet. He wanted energon? Well, that was easy. She always carried a spare cube with her for long duty hours... But wait! Did she really want to give it up to a total stranger? Granted, she knew his name now, but she still didn't know anything about him, and was incredibly wary. This was WAR! You could never be too careful in wartime!
Flamefury eyed Remix for a few moments. He was looking a little on the under energized side... But she was tired, too, and had night shift this evening... But he was a neutral, and needed help... GAH! Fury hoped to Primus that her internal conflict was not showing on her face. As an Autobot, she was duty-bound to help those who needed it, and even though it was something as minor as energon, she felt the need to help this mech. And, she could always stock up again later; it wasn't like she would be recharging any time soon, anyway.
With a quiet sigh of resignation, Fury pulled her spare cube out of it's subspace compartment and offered it to the mech, light blue optics once again scanning the area for any sign of visible trouble. She sure wasn't a talker, as Remix had probably surmised by now, but her actions and body language spoke volumes that words couldn't.
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Post by Insaniholic on Jul 22, 2008 14:20:37 GMT -5
"Aw sweet! Thanks!" Remix exclaimed. He took the Energon cube. He took out a small silver canister. He poured some of the Energon into it. The canister began to shake a bit. When it stopped, Remix took out a small rectangular container. Lifting the cap on it, he poured in shreds of some metallic solid. He shook the canister a few times and then twisted the top of it. He took out a mug (or whatever the Cybertronian equivelant of a mug is) and poured the mixed Energon drink into it. Remix grabbed the mug and began to chug it down. He stopped midway to let out a breath of relief. He glanced at Flamefury. "You want some? I got the recipe from the guy who owned the club I worked at." Remix asked. He offered a mug of the drink.
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Post by Flamefury on Jul 22, 2008 14:37:28 GMT -5
Flamefury watched carefully as the mech consumed his energon, shaking her head softly when he offered her some.
"Where did you come from?" She asked bluntly, getting right to the point. Fury wasn't one to waste air on sugar-coating her words; her philosophy was that the sooner she said what she was going to say, the sooner she could lapse into silence, and the sooner she would have more time to observe things around her. Observation was key. It led to discoveries. Now, she observed the mech carefully, watching his movements with a practiced optic, receptor antennae straightening on her helm. They were rather a give-away of her emotions, those thick antennae, but mostly she could pass that off as merely adjusting them to receive a communications signal.
But Flamefury was curious as to what Remix, a no-factioner, was doing wandering around by himself. The femme's past experience with neutrals consisted of them sticking in groups with each other, or at least in pairs for protection. Why was this one different? Or had he gotten separated from his group or partner? Or was he simply a loner? This seemed unlikely in the highest key, but one could never tell with neutrals...
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Post by Insaniholic on Jul 22, 2008 14:51:31 GMT -5
"Hmm? Cybertron, doesn't everyone? If you mean city, Iacon. Dang, was that place nice. Of course, occasionally, I'd do some work at Maccadam's." Remix answered.
He sat down and leaned against a tree. He took a sip from his mug. The feeling of Energon rushing through his circuitry always gave him a thrilling sensation. He sighed with content. Remix looked up at Flamefury, examining her features. "I think I'm starting to get 'drunk'... Resist temptation, Remix." He thought to himself. He set the mug to the side. He thought about the word 'drunk'. Another vocabulary word he learned while on Earth. It was a state of intoxication caused by alcohol, but in his case, by Energon.
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Post by Flamefury on Jul 22, 2008 15:16:34 GMT -5
Fury huffed indignantly at the mech's answer, making a face if disapproval; "That's not what I meant. Where did ya' come from here on Earth?" She growled, irritation creeping into her tone. Her temper flared up again and she kicked at a rock next to her foot, punting it into some nearby trees, but losing her balance as she did so and flopping over onto her side unceremoniously. Another indignant squeal was let loose as she righted herself, compressed air hissing angrily from her vents as she started to pick grass from her right elbow joint, choosing to remain on the ground this time to avoid further injury.
She'd been called an 'uptight security dog' before, but really she just got so frustrated with herself that she couldn't contain it internally. Her creators had noticed this early on in her sparkling years, and had named her aptly for her temper and determination. The thought of her creators sent a pang of agony through her spark, the casing of which bore the extensive scarring from that accident so long ago. Flamefury shook her head quietly, momentarily forgetting the mech was there. A quiet sigh escaped her vents as she absently picked at the grass next to her right leg.
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Post by Insaniholic on Jul 22, 2008 15:24:52 GMT -5
"Oh. You mean from point A to point here? I was just driving along the road here." Remix answered. Remix took the remainder of his Energon and poured it back into the canister. It filtered out all the intoxicants and released the now purified Energon into the mug. He drank a mouthful of it and set it down on the side. He scratched his head, readjusting his audio receptor.
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Post by Flamefury on Jul 22, 2008 15:42:42 GMT -5
Okay, so he was avoiding her question... No matter. She wouldn't press what he didn't want to talk about, because she didn't want him pressing on matters she would rather not discuss.
"Why did you choose to be a neutral?" Flamefury asked, once again getting to the point and turning her still slightly hostile gaze toward him, her light blue optics flashing. She wanted to know these things, so she asked. There was no point in beating about the bush, so to speak.
(OH GAH. I am SO SORRY. -weeps- It's so horrible! ;-; Please forgive me! DDD: )
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