Chironex
Jul 27, 2014 23:02:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 23:02:35 GMT -5
-Player Info-
Name/Alias: FusionKrogan
IM/Email: hana.hurychova@gmail.com
-Character Info-
Name: Chironex
Age: Human equivalent - 45
Gender: Refers to himself as male
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Neutral
Original Occupation: Bodyguard
Occupation/Specialization: Mercenary
Appearance/Altmode:
Approximately the size of Ultra Magnus, Chironex definitely isn’t a bot easily overlooked. Over the centuries he still sticks to his old colour scheme of black with dark blue stripes running from his massive helmet down his chest, over his shoulders and down to the wide palms of his hands. There is still a faint mark on his shoulder, reminding everyone that he once belonged among the Decepticon forces.
A warrior ever since he was forged, Chironex is basically a walking armory – there’s a double headed spear and a one handed sword on his back, an energy flail on his right hip, a cannon mounted to his right shoulder, pair of immobilizing darts on each of his mighty arms and a long bladed knife hidden behind the plating of his left leg. Chironex wears his weapons visibly, but would more likely brawl with his bare hands before using any of them.
His long career in the craft of war marked his massive frame with many dents, scars and scratches, the most notable being the deep cut on top of his head which curves down his auditory receptors and down to his neck. Chironex’s optics shine with a dark green glow, though the left one sometimes slides off to hues of blue – a result of an old injury. He has a retractable face plate, an item highly useful in his area of expertise.
Chironex transforms into a locomotive, both in his cybertronian and his Earth mode, using one of the EMD SD70 series model for the latter.
History:
Forged during the Golden Age in Praxus, Chironex’s impressive build predestined him to have a great, long, military career. Even though he originally intended to become a tactician, during the basic training his sergeants discovered he had a talent for the physical side of battle and he soon abandoned the original idea in favour of expanding his skills in the practical, rather than theoretical aspects of fighting. His prowess in combat made him one of the best in Praxian militia, where he quickly climbed in ranks and easily made himself a reputation of fierce, but responsible bot. For some time he led the Praxian Security forces and during that time he was noticed by one of Cybertron’s senators, who offered him an honourable (and well-paid) position of a personal bodyguard. After a short consideration, Chironex accepted and served him well and with pride for several years and until today he still thinks of those times as the happiest in his life. A proud patriot, Chironex watched Cybertron’s decay and corruption with sadness in his spark and couldn’t but despise the way Cybertron’s government was acting when the caste system came into force. Even though he was allowed to keep his status of a high-caste bodyguard, he no longer felt the satisfaction which normally came with the job.
When Megatronus first came to the scene, Chironex didn’t hesitate for a nanoclick and joined his forces and his efforts to fight against the corrupted state of Cybertronian society. Feeling betrayed when it was Orion Pax and not his leader whom the senate was happier to hear, Chironex would use both his contacts in the Praxian militia and the brute force he was gifted with to battle the injustice he felt was being done to him and his fellow Cybertronians. However, when the whole planet went dark in the course of the war, he considered it his personal failure and left the Decepticon ranks to roam the stars.
Ever since then Chironex made his living as a mercenary. Working for various beings all throughout the universe, he grew used to his solitude and seemed to have found peace in it. Yet it was not to last long. Completing a task for his last employer, his small spacecraft – the Sanctuary – was damaged in a sun storm and he crash landed on one of Earth’s deserts, with but a faint knowledge of where he was. Finding out his ship was probably never to function again, he salvaged what he could and started his fight for survival on the alien world.
Personality: Chironex is a bot in constant hunt for his personal honor. He remembers Cybertron in its days of glory and is emotionally strongly attached to his homeworld, even though it was ravaged by the centuries of war. He doesn’t seek conflict, but when provoked, he doesn’t hesitate to return a strike. Even though he has spent many years alone, usually making only the most necessary contact with his various employers, he is friendly and when in the mood, even talkative, willing to share stories of his adventures over a drink or two. As an old bot, who remembers his own - and Cybertron’s - glorious past, he still dreams of returning home and restoring the planet to its former beauty and he will often sing songs of old to remind himself of his goal. Despite his apparently calm and forgiving demeanour, if Chironex holds a grudge, he will hold it for long and never forget wrongs done to him or those he swore to protect. Even after years of not affiliating himself with any faction, he is still closer to the Decepticons than the Autobots.
Likes: Music, depths of space, travelling, story-telling, puzzles,
Dislikes: Bots with no sense of morality, nosiness, people touching his weapons without permission,
Strengths/Weapons: Chironex was trained to fight with a wide range of weapons, yet he never got the knack of using ranged weapons. His dislike for them has even increased over the years when his optics got damaged and he accepted his fate as a close-range, hand to hand combatant. His favourite choice of a weapon is a double headed spear he mostly wears as two separate pieces on his back. Many laughed at his sentiment for the old, outdated weapon, until they saw him use it. Often paid to capture creatures alive, Chironex has very delicate sense of which of his blows will kill and which will only maim or incapacitate. If he has to use ranged weapons (usually in dire need), he uses his shoulder mounted cannon he was given for his loyalty and valour in the service of Praxus.
Weaknesses: Chironex is not the youngest of bots and even though he can withstand great deals of damage and thanks to his years of training is kind of the survivor type, if challenged for long enough, he gets tired quicker than bots who came out of the forge after him. Also, as a big bot, he isn’t exactly of the quickest and the swiftness of his manoeuvring is limited. This applies for his alt mode as well. Chironex once suffered an injury of the head which made his left eye see things a little blurred and slightly impaired his overall ability to recognize colours (especially similar ones – blue and purple, orange and yellow etc.). When in train mode, his armour is almost impenetrable from the top, but he is vulnerable from below.
Special skills: Chironex has a great sense of direction. He remembers maps very easily, can find orientation points in the landscape and go by them and estimate the distance he covered to the fourth decimal point.
Extra Info: Chironex speaks fluently the Primal Vernacular and prefers it over Neocybex
Sample RP:
A heavy, black and blue body flew through the air and landed on the rocks with a loud crack. Through the purple haze in front of his optics Chironex could see the giant organic rushing towards him to deal him another strike. I’m getting too old for this. Chironex thought as he avoided the clawed hand aiming at his neck, giving himself a second to make a move. His massive hand curled into a fist and hit the soft spot under the second pair of arms, cracking a few ribs and leaving the creature breathless for a moment. He forced all the pistons in his body over their limit, getting quickly to his feet and grabbed the flail at his left hip. The energy head of the weapon glowed dangerously into the dim twilight of the half ruined building. His damaged shoulder screeched in protest as he swung the flail in a threatening manner. Definitely too old for this. This is my last job, then I quit.
But he knew far too well that was not going to happen. How many times did he tell himself that? A hundred? A thousand? He couldn’t remember. His ventilation was hardly coping with the heat his body exerted as he carefully observed the canine monster crouching in front of him, getting ready for yet another attempt at his life. His spark was wildly beating against the insides of his chest.
‘We don’t have to do this, Seneh,’ he said to the injured creature, placing the flail over his shoulder. ‘You can still walk from out of this on your own. Otherwise—‘
He didn’t even finish the sentence when the tense muscles of his opponents sprung into movement and sharp teeth bit into the soft cabling on his neck. Chironex gave out a cry and grabbed the creature’s head in his mighty hands and threw it aside.
‘—I guess that means I’ll have to drag you from out of here!’
Before Seneh could growl in response, Chironex hit him hard on the head, making him fall into blissful unconsciousness.
Chironex looked around the place with an unhappy sigh. Seneh made his lair of last resort in an old temple on a world long abandoned and the place now looked as desolate as the rest of the Primus forsaken planet. He made sure his captive was shackled and breathing before he started strolling through the empty corridors of the sanctuary and wondered about the dead people who once walked the halls and worshipped their now dead deities. A long time ago he was just like one of them. He walked the golden streets of Cybertron’s beautiful cities and he felt safe between them. He felt proud to be part of that big, living machine, just one cog among thousands and it seemed as if nothing could ever take that from him.
But it could. Cybertron was now yet another abandoned, dead world and he felt immense hatred towards all who have had their deal in tearing the planet apart, including himself. Before he could submerge deeper into his own thoughts, he heard a moan from the corridor where he left Seneh and returned back to practical matters. Setting up his communications, it was time to contact his employer.
‘Yes. Yes, I’ve got him. Alive, of course, now, where do I hand him over to you? Is that in the Solar system? Agreed. I’ll be there in two cycles. Chironex out.’
The old bot sighed again. Securing the heavy organic on the board of his ship, he set the course for the Solar system. There was no time to mourn Cybertron. Not just yet.
Name/Alias: FusionKrogan
IM/Email: hana.hurychova@gmail.com
-Character Info-
Name: Chironex
Age: Human equivalent - 45
Gender: Refers to himself as male
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Neutral
Original Occupation: Bodyguard
Occupation/Specialization: Mercenary
Appearance/Altmode:
Approximately the size of Ultra Magnus, Chironex definitely isn’t a bot easily overlooked. Over the centuries he still sticks to his old colour scheme of black with dark blue stripes running from his massive helmet down his chest, over his shoulders and down to the wide palms of his hands. There is still a faint mark on his shoulder, reminding everyone that he once belonged among the Decepticon forces.
A warrior ever since he was forged, Chironex is basically a walking armory – there’s a double headed spear and a one handed sword on his back, an energy flail on his right hip, a cannon mounted to his right shoulder, pair of immobilizing darts on each of his mighty arms and a long bladed knife hidden behind the plating of his left leg. Chironex wears his weapons visibly, but would more likely brawl with his bare hands before using any of them.
His long career in the craft of war marked his massive frame with many dents, scars and scratches, the most notable being the deep cut on top of his head which curves down his auditory receptors and down to his neck. Chironex’s optics shine with a dark green glow, though the left one sometimes slides off to hues of blue – a result of an old injury. He has a retractable face plate, an item highly useful in his area of expertise.
Chironex transforms into a locomotive, both in his cybertronian and his Earth mode, using one of the EMD SD70 series model for the latter.
History:
Forged during the Golden Age in Praxus, Chironex’s impressive build predestined him to have a great, long, military career. Even though he originally intended to become a tactician, during the basic training his sergeants discovered he had a talent for the physical side of battle and he soon abandoned the original idea in favour of expanding his skills in the practical, rather than theoretical aspects of fighting. His prowess in combat made him one of the best in Praxian militia, where he quickly climbed in ranks and easily made himself a reputation of fierce, but responsible bot. For some time he led the Praxian Security forces and during that time he was noticed by one of Cybertron’s senators, who offered him an honourable (and well-paid) position of a personal bodyguard. After a short consideration, Chironex accepted and served him well and with pride for several years and until today he still thinks of those times as the happiest in his life. A proud patriot, Chironex watched Cybertron’s decay and corruption with sadness in his spark and couldn’t but despise the way Cybertron’s government was acting when the caste system came into force. Even though he was allowed to keep his status of a high-caste bodyguard, he no longer felt the satisfaction which normally came with the job.
When Megatronus first came to the scene, Chironex didn’t hesitate for a nanoclick and joined his forces and his efforts to fight against the corrupted state of Cybertronian society. Feeling betrayed when it was Orion Pax and not his leader whom the senate was happier to hear, Chironex would use both his contacts in the Praxian militia and the brute force he was gifted with to battle the injustice he felt was being done to him and his fellow Cybertronians. However, when the whole planet went dark in the course of the war, he considered it his personal failure and left the Decepticon ranks to roam the stars.
Ever since then Chironex made his living as a mercenary. Working for various beings all throughout the universe, he grew used to his solitude and seemed to have found peace in it. Yet it was not to last long. Completing a task for his last employer, his small spacecraft – the Sanctuary – was damaged in a sun storm and he crash landed on one of Earth’s deserts, with but a faint knowledge of where he was. Finding out his ship was probably never to function again, he salvaged what he could and started his fight for survival on the alien world.
Personality: Chironex is a bot in constant hunt for his personal honor. He remembers Cybertron in its days of glory and is emotionally strongly attached to his homeworld, even though it was ravaged by the centuries of war. He doesn’t seek conflict, but when provoked, he doesn’t hesitate to return a strike. Even though he has spent many years alone, usually making only the most necessary contact with his various employers, he is friendly and when in the mood, even talkative, willing to share stories of his adventures over a drink or two. As an old bot, who remembers his own - and Cybertron’s - glorious past, he still dreams of returning home and restoring the planet to its former beauty and he will often sing songs of old to remind himself of his goal. Despite his apparently calm and forgiving demeanour, if Chironex holds a grudge, he will hold it for long and never forget wrongs done to him or those he swore to protect. Even after years of not affiliating himself with any faction, he is still closer to the Decepticons than the Autobots.
Likes: Music, depths of space, travelling, story-telling, puzzles,
Dislikes: Bots with no sense of morality, nosiness, people touching his weapons without permission,
Strengths/Weapons: Chironex was trained to fight with a wide range of weapons, yet he never got the knack of using ranged weapons. His dislike for them has even increased over the years when his optics got damaged and he accepted his fate as a close-range, hand to hand combatant. His favourite choice of a weapon is a double headed spear he mostly wears as two separate pieces on his back. Many laughed at his sentiment for the old, outdated weapon, until they saw him use it. Often paid to capture creatures alive, Chironex has very delicate sense of which of his blows will kill and which will only maim or incapacitate. If he has to use ranged weapons (usually in dire need), he uses his shoulder mounted cannon he was given for his loyalty and valour in the service of Praxus.
Weaknesses: Chironex is not the youngest of bots and even though he can withstand great deals of damage and thanks to his years of training is kind of the survivor type, if challenged for long enough, he gets tired quicker than bots who came out of the forge after him. Also, as a big bot, he isn’t exactly of the quickest and the swiftness of his manoeuvring is limited. This applies for his alt mode as well. Chironex once suffered an injury of the head which made his left eye see things a little blurred and slightly impaired his overall ability to recognize colours (especially similar ones – blue and purple, orange and yellow etc.). When in train mode, his armour is almost impenetrable from the top, but he is vulnerable from below.
Special skills: Chironex has a great sense of direction. He remembers maps very easily, can find orientation points in the landscape and go by them and estimate the distance he covered to the fourth decimal point.
Extra Info: Chironex speaks fluently the Primal Vernacular and prefers it over Neocybex
Sample RP:
A heavy, black and blue body flew through the air and landed on the rocks with a loud crack. Through the purple haze in front of his optics Chironex could see the giant organic rushing towards him to deal him another strike. I’m getting too old for this. Chironex thought as he avoided the clawed hand aiming at his neck, giving himself a second to make a move. His massive hand curled into a fist and hit the soft spot under the second pair of arms, cracking a few ribs and leaving the creature breathless for a moment. He forced all the pistons in his body over their limit, getting quickly to his feet and grabbed the flail at his left hip. The energy head of the weapon glowed dangerously into the dim twilight of the half ruined building. His damaged shoulder screeched in protest as he swung the flail in a threatening manner. Definitely too old for this. This is my last job, then I quit.
But he knew far too well that was not going to happen. How many times did he tell himself that? A hundred? A thousand? He couldn’t remember. His ventilation was hardly coping with the heat his body exerted as he carefully observed the canine monster crouching in front of him, getting ready for yet another attempt at his life. His spark was wildly beating against the insides of his chest.
‘We don’t have to do this, Seneh,’ he said to the injured creature, placing the flail over his shoulder. ‘You can still walk from out of this on your own. Otherwise—‘
He didn’t even finish the sentence when the tense muscles of his opponents sprung into movement and sharp teeth bit into the soft cabling on his neck. Chironex gave out a cry and grabbed the creature’s head in his mighty hands and threw it aside.
‘—I guess that means I’ll have to drag you from out of here!’
Before Seneh could growl in response, Chironex hit him hard on the head, making him fall into blissful unconsciousness.
Chironex looked around the place with an unhappy sigh. Seneh made his lair of last resort in an old temple on a world long abandoned and the place now looked as desolate as the rest of the Primus forsaken planet. He made sure his captive was shackled and breathing before he started strolling through the empty corridors of the sanctuary and wondered about the dead people who once walked the halls and worshipped their now dead deities. A long time ago he was just like one of them. He walked the golden streets of Cybertron’s beautiful cities and he felt safe between them. He felt proud to be part of that big, living machine, just one cog among thousands and it seemed as if nothing could ever take that from him.
But it could. Cybertron was now yet another abandoned, dead world and he felt immense hatred towards all who have had their deal in tearing the planet apart, including himself. Before he could submerge deeper into his own thoughts, he heard a moan from the corridor where he left Seneh and returned back to practical matters. Setting up his communications, it was time to contact his employer.
‘Yes. Yes, I’ve got him. Alive, of course, now, where do I hand him over to you? Is that in the Solar system? Agreed. I’ll be there in two cycles. Chironex out.’
The old bot sighed again. Securing the heavy organic on the board of his ship, he set the course for the Solar system. There was no time to mourn Cybertron. Not just yet.