NAME: Savage XIII (13 for those of you who can't read roman numerals)
BEAST MODE: Sabertooth Tiger
QUOTE: "My claws are FAR more dangerous then any gun"
No one knows what his real name is but at one time, Savage was part of a Maximal science team. The team was captured by a renegade Predacon faction. They endured brutal torture and experimentation as the Predacons experimented on them and alien animals, trying to find a way to merge there animal abilities and instincts into Cybertronian forms. The results proved dangerous as all but Savage died. He arose as a techno-organic mutant Cybertronian. Code named Thirteen by the markings on his right bicep (an eternal reminder of what he suffered), Savage took his name from his new personality. The bot's who altered him put him in underground death matches. Savage found how dangerous he was, and how much he liked it. Savage fought back against his captors and found help from the Cybertron Predacon's, who destroyed the renegades and allowed Savage into there organization. Savages memory was all but gone thanks to the experiments, which made it all to easy for the Predacon's to corrupt him to there will. Even though Savage is grateful to the Pred's for freeing him, he still refuses to do as he's told and due to the experiments, he trusts no one, like that matters in the Predacon camp. Now on Earth, Savage prefers to hunt alone, his former Maximal team mates now his prey. Using his ferocity and skills to incapacitate them before dragging them to certain doom. The times Savage is in the Predacon base, he prefers to be left alone. Predacon's foolish enough to disturb him become damaged before they can finish there sentence. Savage will partake in missions only when they involve direct Maximal contact. Refusing fire power, Savage only fights with his claws, making him a dangerous enemy in close combat.
Even without guns, Savage is a feared and respected warrior. His claws are infused with Cybertronium alloy making them powerful weapons capable tearing through a transformer body without much effort. His time in the Death Arenas have taught him fighting styles from all over the universe making him an expert in melee combat. In both modes, Savage has heightened animal senses in sound, sight, and smell, making sneaking up on him a nearly impossible task. In beast mode, his claws, while lacking the alloy of his robot mode, are none the less dangerous and powerful, but not as strong as his robot mode. His teeth and powerful jaw make up for it though, specifically his elongated fangs which can puncture solid concrete and his teeth that can shred a transformers armor and circuitry.
Savage's biggest weakness is his refusal to use guns. In a fire fight, he can be a liability to him self and the Predacon's as he rushes the Maximal whose firing at him. Savage's refusal to work with the Predacon's leads them to abandon him in battle, when he needs back up the most.
Savage slowly made his way through the lush jungle, although he still did not know what this planet was, he felt at home here. Must have been his animal side. Savage smelled the air. He recognized that smell, Cybertron mech fluid, much more pure then the kind he was used to. "Maximals" Savage snarled. He didn't breath and crouched down listening for any sign of them. Savage picked up the sound of footsteps just east of his location. Moving at a slow steady pace, he was careful not to make a sound as he approached them.
"There they are. Time to move in for the kill"
The patrolling Maximals where unaware of the danger they faced as Savage made his way slowly down the hill. There were two of them and they had there guns at the ready. The hair stood on the back of his techno-organic neck as he tensed up his legs. Savage wanted so badly to strike, but understood that he was outnumbered and outgunned. Timing was the key to taking them both down quickly. Savage began to plot his move. He would strike from behind, attacking the one on the right, he looked faster and surprise was necessary on him. He made note to incapacitate him quickly so he could not call reinforcements while dealing with his pal.
Savage breathed the air in slowly, he grinned, feeling the electricity of the attack in the atmosphere. This was a good sign as that feeling usually lead to his victory. His body tensed as he thought of how he would take down victim number two. After severing the first bot's NEURO processor, leaving him paralyzed, Savage would swipe at the neck of his second opponent, separating head from body. Savage exhaled as he tensed up. The time was now. Savage lunged forward, claws extended waiting to tear his opponent apart...
This post has been edited by Heavy B on Mar 25 2008, 02:25 PM