Name: Subwoofer
Affiliation (Elite Guard/Criminal/Other. Please note if Deception, will require mod discussion): D-con
Bodytype(Height/Build): Small, lean.
Gendertype: Male
Cybertronian Alt Mode: Cybertronian Racer with one hell of a sound system within.
Appearance (Robot): http://shadowtoxin.deviantart.com/art/TFA-Subwoofer-123222932 Small, lanky, skinny, all complete with a whipcord tail complete with a jack tip, six limbs, and audios like you never seen before. And to top it all off, no optics what so ever, instead the speakers dotted around his body do that for him. His armor coloring is iPod white, with light grey in accent. He also has two perminant scars on his flexible mid section, this is from his creator, a rather not nice medic whom was a glutton to punish his sparkling, hence the scars.
Appearance (Vehicle): A small compact little sleek thing, a large speaker adorns each side (where the door would be on earth). Primarily shaped similar to what we know as a Spyder, though a bit more curved around the edges and pointed on what sharp areas there are. When in need for attack in this form the panels on his body flip over, revealing more speakers lining each side, all in all he can get all of his speakers out in vehicle form, or place all but two back within his armor for protection. This form is built for a fast get away if he needs, but yet something that inst -that- conspicuous...maybe.
Personality: One hardly out of his years as a sparkling, he is a youngling 100% But he grew up in a dark world, and his youngling natures have yet to solidify to him, long past are the days of simple amusement, where one could simply be contented with the world. Now he's found the dark underground world, and he likes it. He's the empitome of a street punk, thinks he's ontop of the world when he does something right, and usually will try and run away if he's wrong. Drugs and other various items of the like now flow freely through his lines, he's addicted, he knows it, and he likes it.
And then there is the decepticon half of him. He was taught early on to be cruel, to have no mercy, to hack without pause, to dig his way deep into the dark world of crime and do as the saying sais: Kill or be killed. He is skilled in the means of hacking, and can get through the toughest of firewalls given enough time and cover, a fact that he revels in.
But if there's one thing you need to know about Sub, is that his world revolves around music. If its got a beat, he's listened to it, dancing is second nature, one of the main ways he communicates is through various sounds, frequencies, music clips, tones, anything revolving around sound.
RP Sample Paragraph:
A few series of quiet clicks announced his presence, it was the only sound he was making, just barely enough for him to see by. He was nearly belly down on the ground, with legs far out beside him, creeping slowly to his target. The warehouse he was targeting was just meer yards from him, but the problem was the two guards standing at the door, having yet to see him primus thankfully.
But as he lingered, a plan slowly formulated in his young mind, for he had quite a few tricks up his mechanical sleeves, so he inched just a little bit closer, and softly, but steadily growing louder, let the sound of footsteps chime out from his speakers. And as to be expected the guards were quickly alert to the sound he was making, and like a ventriloquist with a dummy across the room he oriented the sound towards the direction opposite to him. And like moths to a flame the guards were soon gone, glad to have some excitement in their otherwise droll job.
Now chuckling Subwoofer all but pranced his way up to the door, and slid himself aside. Sometimes his job was just to easy.
Special Ability (1 ability, ie: Ratchet's Magnets, Longarm's stretching, Bumblebee's stingers): The ability to create a sonic wail that can disrupt sensors and possibly blow out audios depending on range.
Weapons (5 points available, no more than 4 weapons. 4 classes, class 1 - worth 1 point: Knives, stun weapons. Class 2 - worth 2 points: Small arms weapons. Class 3 - worth 3 points: Medium/light-heavy arms. Class 4 - worth 4 points: Heavy/Very-Heavy arms.): A 3 point cannon mounted in his lower two arms (meaning that he needs to transform them over his back, and cannot use the cannon with one arm alone, he needs both, used in quadrupedal form), medium, meant to ensure a fast get away or to just blow a shot into someone's chassis. Then a class 2 weapon in his tail, a scorpion-esque spike that delivers a minor nanite virus to the area they landed in, and numb/paralyze the area for a short time.
Desired Rank (May require mod discussion. Armor level determined by rank.): Crime Lackey under ---
Affiliation (Elite Guard/Criminal/Other. Please note if Deception, will require mod discussion): D-con
Bodytype(Height/Build): Small, lean.
Gendertype: Male
Cybertronian Alt Mode: Cybertronian Racer with one hell of a sound system within.
Appearance (Robot): http://shadowtoxin.deviantart.com/art/TFA-Subwoofer-123222932 Small, lanky, skinny, all complete with a whipcord tail complete with a jack tip, six limbs, and audios like you never seen before. And to top it all off, no optics what so ever, instead the speakers dotted around his body do that for him. His armor coloring is iPod white, with light grey in accent. He also has two perminant scars on his flexible mid section, this is from his creator, a rather not nice medic whom was a glutton to punish his sparkling, hence the scars.
Appearance (Vehicle): A small compact little sleek thing, a large speaker adorns each side (where the door would be on earth). Primarily shaped similar to what we know as a Spyder, though a bit more curved around the edges and pointed on what sharp areas there are. When in need for attack in this form the panels on his body flip over, revealing more speakers lining each side, all in all he can get all of his speakers out in vehicle form, or place all but two back within his armor for protection. This form is built for a fast get away if he needs, but yet something that inst -that- conspicuous...maybe.
Personality: One hardly out of his years as a sparkling, he is a youngling 100% But he grew up in a dark world, and his youngling natures have yet to solidify to him, long past are the days of simple amusement, where one could simply be contented with the world. Now he's found the dark underground world, and he likes it. He's the empitome of a street punk, thinks he's ontop of the world when he does something right, and usually will try and run away if he's wrong. Drugs and other various items of the like now flow freely through his lines, he's addicted, he knows it, and he likes it.
And then there is the decepticon half of him. He was taught early on to be cruel, to have no mercy, to hack without pause, to dig his way deep into the dark world of crime and do as the saying sais: Kill or be killed. He is skilled in the means of hacking, and can get through the toughest of firewalls given enough time and cover, a fact that he revels in.
But if there's one thing you need to know about Sub, is that his world revolves around music. If its got a beat, he's listened to it, dancing is second nature, one of the main ways he communicates is through various sounds, frequencies, music clips, tones, anything revolving around sound.
RP Sample Paragraph:
A few series of quiet clicks announced his presence, it was the only sound he was making, just barely enough for him to see by. He was nearly belly down on the ground, with legs far out beside him, creeping slowly to his target. The warehouse he was targeting was just meer yards from him, but the problem was the two guards standing at the door, having yet to see him primus thankfully.
But as he lingered, a plan slowly formulated in his young mind, for he had quite a few tricks up his mechanical sleeves, so he inched just a little bit closer, and softly, but steadily growing louder, let the sound of footsteps chime out from his speakers. And as to be expected the guards were quickly alert to the sound he was making, and like a ventriloquist with a dummy across the room he oriented the sound towards the direction opposite to him. And like moths to a flame the guards were soon gone, glad to have some excitement in their otherwise droll job.
Now chuckling Subwoofer all but pranced his way up to the door, and slid himself aside. Sometimes his job was just to easy.
Special Ability (1 ability, ie: Ratchet's Magnets, Longarm's stretching, Bumblebee's stingers): The ability to create a sonic wail that can disrupt sensors and possibly blow out audios depending on range.
Weapons (5 points available, no more than 4 weapons. 4 classes, class 1 - worth 1 point: Knives, stun weapons. Class 2 - worth 2 points: Small arms weapons. Class 3 - worth 3 points: Medium/light-heavy arms. Class 4 - worth 4 points: Heavy/Very-Heavy arms.): A 3 point cannon mounted in his lower two arms (meaning that he needs to transform them over his back, and cannot use the cannon with one arm alone, he needs both, used in quadrupedal form), medium, meant to ensure a fast get away or to just blow a shot into someone's chassis. Then a class 2 weapon in his tail, a scorpion-esque spike that delivers a minor nanite virus to the area they landed in, and numb/paralyze the area for a short time.
Desired Rank (May require mod discussion. Armor level determined by rank.): Crime Lackey under ---
