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Chaos - Slumber's End

Quicksliver-Instruments of Destruction

This post has been edited by error on Mar 24 2008, 09:32 PM

NAME: Chaos
ALLEGIENCE: Predacon
BEAST MODE: Chameleon
CLASSIFICATION: Transmetal
FUNCTION: Covert Military Ops
WEAPONS: Two Cyber Swords, Ego Orb Gun, Stiletto Blades
QUOTE: "You get to know bots if you see them when they think they're alone. You see them for what they truly are: selfish, deceitful, and gassy. Maximal or Pred ; all bots suck. Stick that in your memory banks."

STRENGTH: 7
INTELLIGENCE: 6
SPEED: 2
ENDURANCE: 4
RANK: 1
COURAGE: 7
FIREPOWER: 9
SKILL: 10

Stats (excluding rank) must not add up above 45 points.

BIO:
What's your character like? What's his or her history?

Being a Maximal covert assault specialist, Chaos saw a lot of things he wishes he hadn't on Cybertron. He saw that even Maximals are selfish and deceitful sometimes. Maybe for the greater good, but no better than the Predacons. Chaos became cynical and discouraged. To keep himself from losing his mind in such a distraught world, he decided to find meaning. He did not find it, and instead has become cold and carefree. Now, he wants to further galactic armageddon, so that all life will end, and will follow any potential messiah who will bring forth the last age of the universe. He will risk even his own spark to protect any organization who believes they can bring forth this era of conquest, only to ensure that all further life ceases to exist.

If Maximals are capable of feeling love, then Chaos lost the Maximal he loved in battle years ago. With nothing to lose, he joined the Axalon with its exploration team, desperate to find answers. As he remained in stasis, he had a lot of time to think about things. If these robots dream, then Chaos had nightmares. The nightmares slowly deteriorated his spark. On Cybertron, using his cloaking technology he saw people when they thought they were alone. Maximal and Predacon alike, they all seemed to be doing something to better themselves. Nobody was an exception. At some point, everyone wanted something. And it wasn't always good. In fact, it never was.

It was time for change. As soon as Chaos opened his pod, he awoke with a new transmetal body, and a new allegiance. A new state of mind. The surge must've altered his bio-form, giving him a beast mode and a transmetal mode. Aware of the war on the planet, Chaos hides along with the Predacons now, giving his all to the leader. He does whatever he wants now. He wants the Predacons to smite the oh-so-righteous Maximals in the face with an explosive nuclear cream pie in the face. After all, in the grand scheme of things, there's nobody to judge him... right?

Chaos is very self-conscious about the way he does things. Loyal to a fault, he will take a bullet to protect his leaders. It's almost unusual about how despite this, he has a completely negative view of existence. Be it by choice or incidentally, he believes that secretly all beings essentially want what's best for themselves. Chaos is no exception, but in his own mind, he is trying to achieve something more. Having snuck into every room, seen people in their most private moments, and realized that nobody is true and unconditional, Chaos no longer believes there is a place bots go when they die; they just extinguish, and disappear. So while rapping and creeping about, he does just that; he disappears. He doesn't talk crazy because he's insane; he talks crazy to keep from going insane. He's a very horrible, but capable lyricist, despite having to be a silent assassin. By programming of his independently-controlled eyes, he's learned to accurately concentrate on two entirely different things at once. During quick close-encounters, Chaos slices and dices with unique b-boying (breakdance-inspired) capoeira fighting style. He takes orders and performs them in his style, discontent with repetitive attacks and missions. Using his cloaking, he can sometimes not be seen coming, and protects his commanders from within the shadows. Thanks to the quantum surge, his superstructure has given him a second alternate mode; one that allows speedier travel.

After seeing that Maximal and Predacon are after the same futile goal, he also realizes that Maximals do so under a farce banner of peace. No use in hiding what is obvious; a warrior of peace is a warrior still. And a warrior participates in war. War could be considered an antonym for peace. There is no such thing as peace. At least the Predacons can appreciate his murderous nature.

Chaos was constructed to be a super spy. With all the traits and characteristics of a ninja, Chaos is an excellent warrior for espionage assignments. Coupled with his nihilistic view of the future, he can at times seem like expendable cannon fodder. His role can bend either way, it all depends on his surroundings. Hopefully, there will be plots in which Chaos' spy-functions will help benefit one side or the other. Chaos wants to help speed up the extinction of all life in the universe. Any being with goals of galactic conquest can count on Chaos as their hidden bodyguard.

ABILITIES:
Give a list of what your character can do, his or her weapons, top speed in vehicle mode, etc.

Two long jagged chain scythes split and transform from Chaos' prehensile tail; the twin sickles double as short range hookshot weapons that extend to stab and retract the enemy. Forearm-mounted stilettos launch shuriken-inspired blades that spin and ionicly disrupt mechanical equipment. A laser-sighted visor is also equipped on Chaos' helmet, allowing better accuracy. As a short-range last resort, he also owns a large biochemical cannon that carries toxin-based rounds that glue the target down with goo and ooze.

Chaos' exoskeleton has been retrofitted with a cloaking device rather than war-resilient armor. In its place, Chaos can become bend the light hitting his exterior shell and become invisible. Light-bending camouflage technology allows Chaos to not only blend in, but altogether disappear from vision. Naturally, this leaves visibly tracking him impossible. His metallic structure activates the light-bending almost immediately, tracing every color from every angle, and reintegrating it to the appropriate cells. All that remains is a distorted outline, inspiring ninja-like behavior when sent on covert missions. Besides that, he can also run up walls, scale traverse, and leap from structure to structure, albeit slowly, but sneakily. In beast mode, he can also transform into a stealthy speeder, using technology similar to anti-gravity to efficiently hover, but not fly.

Almost impeccably identical to his beast mode, Chaos's Transmetal mode tucks in his beastly limbs and replaces them with hovering abilities. His bladed tail curls up behind him, still capable of swinging and knocking over would-be assailants. The new body hovers several feet over ground with little to zero noise factor. At maximum burn, the speeder can hover dozens of meters above after a jump, and hit speeds of 200+. Considering the high speed, the cloaking may not always comply at the right capacity, so anamolies may occur, such as cells representing a few seconds behind.


WEAKNESSES:Every custom character has to have weaknesses, vulnerabilities. No one's invincible- otherwise it wouldn't be a fair game!

Meaning. The ultimate purpose of life is to end. So when Chaos finally realizes that there may be more to existence than just oblivion, he will live the rest of his days in fear. All he believes is that there will be one final showdown before the universe is wiped out from its own selfishness, and Chaos is willing to help bring that day come closer. Despite being on the verge of being crazy, he is quite self-conscious about the manner he handles his operations. He is the best at what he does, so he believes. Because of his small, frail stature, big, loud things cause him to go into invisibility and hide.

Unfortunately, Chaos' energon levels do not sustain his invisibility forever. Before long, he has to choose to remain visible or risk circuitry damage. During meetings and intense fights, Chaos chooses to let his shield down and be seen, keeping his ability to meld away at moderation. He's become something of a hermit, or growing to become one. Failing to see purpose, and becoming bitter with existence. Perhaps, because of this trait, he's grown somewhat frail. Maybe not weak, but he is not able to sustain damage as well as his comrades, and is impeccably slow on the ground.

This post has been edited by error on Feb 12 2008, 09:35 AM

NAME: Quicksliver
ALLEGIANCE: Predacon
BEAST MODE: Six-Line Racerunner
FUNCTION: Quick-Attack Specialist
QUOTE: "There are only three sports: Slaggin' Maximals, galactic conquest, and death races; all the rest are merely games!"

STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 4
SPEED: 10
ENDURANCE: 3
RANK:
COURAGE: 9
FIREPOWER: 8
SKILL: 8

BIO: Acrobatic and nimble, Quicksliver is the show-off that all Predacons hate to love. A master of his speed talent, one can not stand by and not watch his stunts whether in battle or practice runs. Typically, he prefers to do things with a certain flair that others sometimes envy, crushing through obstacles faster and more efficiently than his comrades. He loves to tell stories of his winning victories and daring bets in excrutiating detail, garnishing the spotlight as he steals all the attention. Unable to stand still, he takes orders with precision, tapping his foot with adrenaline-charged anticipation. It's almost as if he can see the unfolding events in slow-motion, able to quite literally dodge ballistics and incoming attacks. Too bad he's so easily manipulative.

WEAPONS/ABILITIES: Intense speed is Quicksliver's ultimate skill. The six-line racerunner may be the fastest lizard on Earth, but this lizard-bot is one of the fastest Preds on the fleet. His attacks are weak, yet devastatingly whipped flashes of super-charged fury. With a flurry of his slithery feet, he could be fighting one second, and on his way to save a comrade the next. Unfortunately, he can only wear light armour, but is rumoured to be able to run over water. His backstabbing assaults come in as mere annoyances at first, but even light jabs hurt after they've been thrown sixty times a second. As for weapons, he carries several knives on his person. Energon switchblades, titanium butterfly knives, and laser-edged cleavers are swung out for both melee and ranged attacks. He uses his crossbow to repeatedly launch those same knives at his targets, though he personally prefers close-combat.

WEAKNESSES: Quicksliver can be dared or bet to do almost anything. Being a hardcore stunt-lover, the lizard-bot often charges into battle without thinking. His poor armor and strength do not suggest an easy win in battle, accompanied by his lack of knowing when to back down. He is a practitioner of showmanship and is quite vain, so one might be able to take advantage of his personality traits.

SAMPLE POST:
"Right away, sir!"

Quicksliver bids his farewell to the commander and lunges towards the nearest room exit, carrying a valuable data disk. Ever since the Maximals set up undetectable jamming equipment in Predacon territory, radio communications has been staticky, and for the most part unreliable. This made more use of Quicksliver himself, becoming a valuable data courier from junction to junction. Dodging Predacons and live equipment along the way, he maneuvers around the ship as he now rushes towards the nearest elevator. As the door close before he can even reach them, he flies forward to land inside just as they slam shut. He lands inside the elevator in a handstand, among other distraught Predacons intrigued by his display.

The elevator lands on the ground floor, and Quicksliver immediately bails out. He runs around the corner, literally running along the wall to avoid the trafficking bots in the hall. Shoving a few heads as he flips forward, he rolls to the side and reaches the building exit. A transport vehicle just barely speeds away, carrying the lieutenant whom was his target. In a blur, he chases after the vehicle and leaps towards it before it had reached uncatchable speed. He knocks on the roof of the vehicle, but having done it so quickly, they merely are heard as supersonic clicks.

"Lt. Quicksliver, at your service! I have the disk you requested!"