Cleaver
Jan 20, 2012 12:12:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2012 12:12:14 GMT -5
Name: Cleaver
Age: 50
Gender: Femme
Appearance: Burnt orange in colour with white highlights, Cleaver is stocky enough to appear as a mech from all the tear-off material and medical supplies she keeps on her body. From the elbows down her arms are large blades not unlike Soundwave's configuration, but transform naturally into hands and a wide array of tools as required. Her alt. form is a Sea King recovery helicopter, with the rotors hanging down her back in bipedal mode.
Faction: Neutral
Occupation: Medic
Likes: Good repairs, High Grade, peace and quiet, a comfortable berth, sparklings, order.
Dislikes: Stupidity, ineptitude, moronic loquaciousness, sand, organic slime, pranks, Furbies.
Strengths: If she can't repair it, she can jerry-rig it so you don't die. Cleaver is a damn good medic, a trained surgeon and has a wealth of experience behind her. Her tough-it-out attitude has seen her through a lot of rough times, and she's wise enough to know that factions don't make a difference when it comes to healing. All are Primus' children, all should be cared for. So vehemently does she believe this that she refuses to fight, living a nomadic existence in the wake of the war but never touching a weapon within it.
Weaknesses: Cleaver has an age-soured disposition that masks a deep well of empathy. She has a chronic humanitarian complex, and will often lose sight of the bigger picture to aid another. She cares easily, does not carry guilt well, and has a fearsome temper. As a Neutral Medic, she has made the decision not to carry weapory in the traditional sense, but in a tight spot will use her surgical tools (circular saws, laser scalpels, etc) offensively. However it is more likely that Layby, her cohort mate, will dive in guns-blazing before she can transform a blade.
Personality: Resourceful, frank, compassionate, cranky, sensitive.
History: Cleaver was trained in a high-end Tower medical facility and was on the road to an auspicious career when a case of professional malpractice was brought against her, cutting off her hopes of conventional ascension through the ranks. The infraction was made with the best of intentions, however, and thus her medic status and integrated equipment weren't stripped, though she did find herself assigned to repair centers in progressively lower and lower tiers. In sub-level Kaon, she worked alongside Velocity and shared some history in the class-motivated dismissal of a miner's injured sparkling. The sparkling died, and D-16 went to the gladiatorial arena with a death wish that eventually turned into a revolution, then a war, then a genocide
Cleaver watched, trying not to feel responsible despite the building guilt and shame, and resolved to cleaning up the casualties that came across and near her path. She left Cybertron just before the planet turned dark, and roamed the universe collecting parts and keeping apprised of the war on both sides. Finally, she landed on Earth with her Guardian cohort-mate Layby, and hunkered down in a Texan desert to hopefully see out the end of the conflict with Prime and Megatron in close proximity once again.
Finding a reason to set down roots after millennia of movement, Cleaver approached Megatron with the hope of establishing a DMZ Neutral base in Africa, banking on her long service as his personal medic whilst he was a gladiator. The DMZ was granted, and Cleaver has kept a door open for any Cybertronian who needs a berth, a repair or a bar on a trade-for-services basis. Layby runs the bar and provides the muscle.
Age: 50
Gender: Femme
Appearance: Burnt orange in colour with white highlights, Cleaver is stocky enough to appear as a mech from all the tear-off material and medical supplies she keeps on her body. From the elbows down her arms are large blades not unlike Soundwave's configuration, but transform naturally into hands and a wide array of tools as required. Her alt. form is a Sea King recovery helicopter, with the rotors hanging down her back in bipedal mode.
Faction: Neutral
Occupation: Medic
Likes: Good repairs, High Grade, peace and quiet, a comfortable berth, sparklings, order.
Dislikes: Stupidity, ineptitude, moronic loquaciousness, sand, organic slime, pranks, Furbies.
Strengths: If she can't repair it, she can jerry-rig it so you don't die. Cleaver is a damn good medic, a trained surgeon and has a wealth of experience behind her. Her tough-it-out attitude has seen her through a lot of rough times, and she's wise enough to know that factions don't make a difference when it comes to healing. All are Primus' children, all should be cared for. So vehemently does she believe this that she refuses to fight, living a nomadic existence in the wake of the war but never touching a weapon within it.
Weaknesses: Cleaver has an age-soured disposition that masks a deep well of empathy. She has a chronic humanitarian complex, and will often lose sight of the bigger picture to aid another. She cares easily, does not carry guilt well, and has a fearsome temper. As a Neutral Medic, she has made the decision not to carry weapory in the traditional sense, but in a tight spot will use her surgical tools (circular saws, laser scalpels, etc) offensively. However it is more likely that Layby, her cohort mate, will dive in guns-blazing before she can transform a blade.
Personality: Resourceful, frank, compassionate, cranky, sensitive.
History: Cleaver was trained in a high-end Tower medical facility and was on the road to an auspicious career when a case of professional malpractice was brought against her, cutting off her hopes of conventional ascension through the ranks. The infraction was made with the best of intentions, however, and thus her medic status and integrated equipment weren't stripped, though she did find herself assigned to repair centers in progressively lower and lower tiers. In sub-level Kaon, she worked alongside Velocity and shared some history in the class-motivated dismissal of a miner's injured sparkling. The sparkling died, and D-16 went to the gladiatorial arena with a death wish that eventually turned into a revolution, then a war, then a genocide
Cleaver watched, trying not to feel responsible despite the building guilt and shame, and resolved to cleaning up the casualties that came across and near her path. She left Cybertron just before the planet turned dark, and roamed the universe collecting parts and keeping apprised of the war on both sides. Finally, she landed on Earth with her Guardian cohort-mate Layby, and hunkered down in a Texan desert to hopefully see out the end of the conflict with Prime and Megatron in close proximity once again.
Finding a reason to set down roots after millennia of movement, Cleaver approached Megatron with the hope of establishing a DMZ Neutral base in Africa, banking on her long service as his personal medic whilst he was a gladiator. The DMZ was granted, and Cleaver has kept a door open for any Cybertronian who needs a berth, a repair or a bar on a trade-for-services basis. Layby runs the bar and provides the muscle.