Jetfire
Nov 19, 2014 23:46:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 23:46:17 GMT -5
-Player Info-
Name/Alias: Futuristic Flamingo or ‘Mingo’ for short
IM/Email: PM please!
Age: 25
-Character Info-
Name: Jetfire
Age: Old, and he acts much older than he is. 60-70 equivalent to human maturity. He is still spry for something his age, but has to spend more time on maintenance than the average bot.
Gender: Male
Species: Transformer
Faction: Decepticon
Occupation/Specialization: Research and exploration.
Appearance/Altmode: Since being upgraded for space travel, Jetfire has moderately heavy armor. He is rather tall, capable of looking Lord Megatron directly in the eye. At first glance, he seems much larger than he actually is, the thin, flat parts cutting an intimidating, insect-like form. As he clanks around and folds flaps for less resistance, his built, yet straightforward underlying shape becomes more apparent.
History: Jetfire is native to Kaon, built and bred as a research and surveillance unit. Before the revolution, he spent most of his time exploring all four corners of Cybertron, unhindered by the barriers that the war would eventually erect. Scanning landscapes for topographic maps, signs of relics or past transformers, studies of cultural interactions and differences between regions. Jetfire was simply a data collector, and content with his programming- explore and absorb.
Because of his distant, curious profession, it took him some time to notice there was a battle going on at all after the first sparks of war ignited. His first memory of battle involved an Autobot patrol attempting to shoot him down as he scanned a curious energon deposit. He had never before experienced hostility from another transformer, and managed to flee with minimal damage. The peace of the deserted wastes he was so used to observing was a stark contrast to his return to Kaon. He never before had even considered adding military components to his own chassis, but the light weaponry additions he started with were the first of many upgrades.
Despite his occupation as a data collector, he’d been in the field too long and remained ignorant of much of the political situation. Still, as a proud Kaonean, he defaulted to the Decepticons- the laser fire he’d taken from Autobots in the field certainly didn’t help their arguments.
His profession and experience promoted him to the top of his division- there weren’t many bots involved to begin with anyway. His hardware and armor was upgraded for space exploration, and he was skyward bound faster than Lord Megatron could even make the command. Jetfire had always been excited about his profession- in a serene, unnerving way. The upgrade and the chance to scan more than the silicon valleys he and every other Cybertronian knew so well was more than he could have asked for. Research and the pursuit of knowledge clouded his judgment, and he found no qualms directing his data to the war effort.
That is, until an unexpected weather pattern got the better of him and he managed was sent to a rather bumpy landing in the Arctic circle of Earth. This is not before he’d sent data on both the sentient life populations and possibility of energon deposits to the Decepticon databases.
Personality: While he had once been a quiet and calculating bot, age has turned Jetfire into something of an eccentric. He still spends most of his time in quiet contemplation and silent examination of the minutia of anything and everything around him… but he seems a very different soul during any encounters. While he will stand and seem to listen silently and seriously in a conversation, it’s more likely that he is scanning you for anomalies and caching any details he might glean. He is surprisingly intelligent, having amassed so much data for such a long time- but this is also usually a cause for his long lectures and opinionated rants. It’s a shame that Jetfire’s wealth of data is often mistaken for senility, but listening to the old coot is difficult and exhausting.
Likes: Learning, staring, lecturing, organizing data, rock collecting, power tools, and economists.
Dislikes: Philosophy (the irony!), xenophobia, sand, ice, melee combat, rudeness, beating around the bush, and long walks on the beach.
Strengths/Weapons: A giant robot version of Sherlock Holmes, Jetfire is quick to observe and quick to assume- often correctly. Unfortunately, his penchant for minutia tends to give cause for rolled eyes and skepticism, but he has never been one to judge what people do with his data- only that they respect it. He is also excellent at stepping back and viewing the whole picture- though it may take him a while, as he strongly believes in collecting every scrap of data before creating a clear image.
As far as weapons go, his traditional weapons involve merely a twin set of standard, mid-class lasers mounted in his fingertips, but he has a slew of other tricks up his sleeve. Exploration involves a great variety of tools, and Cybertronian equivalents of buzz saws, power drills, jackhammers, and other tools that double as heavy, blunt objects can all be used for excavation of relics… or an opponent’s face. He really has little opinion on the destruction of fellow Cybertronians- his stiff ideals give him a strong justification on smiting bots ‘in the wrong’. This gives him a bit of a cold, unnerving attitude in battle. On the flip side, he is strongly opposed to the destruction of any other forms of life. As an observer, killing pieces of an ecosystem is positively against the rules, no questions asked.
Weaknesses: Grey areas are a nuisance to Jetfire, and he has very strong views on the world. Left and right, up and down, black and white. Everything has a right or wrong answer. Arguing with Jetfire is like arguing with a very good (and very tall) lawyer. He is still willing to listen, and has been prone to change his mind- but only with an infallible argument.
Structurally, Jetfire is somewhat of a mess. His altmode is sleek –a Lockheed A-12 Blackbird- and while the aircraft model has been retired by human hands, it suits his needs for high-altitude surveillance. There are issues with the design, but when the plane is sentient, these issues hardly matter. His transformation is where the problems are posed. The thin parts prove difficult to transform from, and result in many small parts, easy to tangle and difficult to keep in line in cases of combat or merely running into anything. This also proves an issue with self-maintenance. His age and elaborate design make maintenance a constant and long process. He is often seen fiddling with a wing or tightening loose parts, in the same way that a bird is always preening its feathers. This gives him a distracted look, but has long become a part of his countenance.
One of his greatest strengths is also a great weakness- while most of his arsenal is versatile and creates many creative ways to defend himself and dismember enemies, most of them are still just glorified power tools, and can’t stand up to a high-powered laser, charged particle cannon, missiles, or whatever default weapon a foe might have. His clunky design and lack of heavy weaponry make him poor in combat, though a nasty one to back into a corner.
He would be excellent for reconnaissance if it weren’t for his large size and clumsy design.
Special skills: As part of his work, he has plenty of optic and scanning related tools. His sense of direction is superior, and his communication equipment is long-range.
He’s also really good with rocks.
Extra Info: I’ll be starting to play him in a proto-altmode, as he’s been in stasis for a long time and aircrafts didn’t even exist before. The descriptions given are relevant to present day, for the sake of playability.
Sample RP:
In the emptiness of space, Jetfire exulted.
Well, space wasn’t really empty. It may feel like a void- a lie that sensors would always make one believe- but of course, space contained everything. If one could define space, it would probably be considered the most crowded thing in the universe, and the universe-
He was digressing. The Decepticon flexed his fingers, feeling the bulk of his newly upgraded chassis- not the weight, mind. He was already outside of Cybertron’s gravitational field, and for the first time too… The very idea hit him again. Space was so new. He’d never been so overwhelmed with the thrill of a new frontier- though, of course it wasn’t so new. Much older than his home planet, really- but his observations of it were new, that’s what mattered, right? Right now at least.
Kaon was pinging him.
He called to attention, forgetting his disorganized reveries and transformed. His new space thrusters glowed red as he readied them. He hadn’t sent any decent data for several cycles now. They would be wondering what he was doing, and it wouldn’t do to misuse his new gifts. He charged forward, heading for the nearest asteroid belt, measuring the distance as he went, taking scans of any nearby debris.
This data seemed to placate his data collectors on Kaon, and he was left to his own designs again. It was some time before he reached anything worth examining, but although he recorded the time with minute precision, he barely felt it go by. It was a unique feeling, using only a meter to measure time without the sense of the slow rotation of the planet.
He transformed again and latched onto an asteroid about three times his size, using three different scanners on it at once. Mineral composition, interior structure, atom density, he crunched numbers and scraped samples contentedly. He was reaching for a good spot to start carbon dating before he was pinged again.
-POTENTIAL FOR VALUABLE RESOURCE: ZERO. IRRELEVANT INFORMATION. CHANGE COURSE IMMEDIATELY TO PROCEED WITH MISSION OBJECTIVE.-
There was no air around him to give voice to his frustrations, but he harrumphed to himself anyway. This is why he liked scientists. They liked details. Military folk always only had one thing on their mind- instant gratification. You had to waste a little time to get the best results, didn’t they know that? He spitefully sent back his results from his carbon dating before launching himself from the asteroid, sending it spinning softly in the opposite direction.
Transforming again, he changed direction for the nearest moon. The moons had plenty of archived data on them, gathered by other bots and generations past, but he was being selfish. He’d never examined it himself, after all- how was he to know they had covered everything, anyway?
Ping. –IRRELEVANT. CHANGE COURSE IMMEDIATELY TO PROCEED WITH MISSION OBJECTIVE.- Jetfire would have roared with annoyance, but space muted him. He shuddered with annoyance, but decided it wasn’t his place to disobey orders… yet. He’d gain his seniority soon. Just let him find something they cared about and they would realize his strengths and let him to his work.
Well. Fastest way would probably be a planet. Most planets with the right type of mantle were known to have energon deposits, or useful minerals. He sped up, orbiting his home planet outside the range of the asteroid belt, and analyzed the galactic map he’d downloaded. After several cycles, he pinged back.
-PROCEEDING WITH MISSION. NO NEED TO REMIND ME. I HAVE MEMORY BANKS TOO, YOU KNOW- It was cheeky, but probably only as cheeky as they’d been to him, after all.
Name/Alias: Futuristic Flamingo or ‘Mingo’ for short
IM/Email: PM please!
Age: 25
-Character Info-
Name: Jetfire
Age: Old, and he acts much older than he is. 60-70 equivalent to human maturity. He is still spry for something his age, but has to spend more time on maintenance than the average bot.
Gender: Male
Species: Transformer
Faction: Decepticon
Occupation/Specialization: Research and exploration.
Appearance/Altmode: Since being upgraded for space travel, Jetfire has moderately heavy armor. He is rather tall, capable of looking Lord Megatron directly in the eye. At first glance, he seems much larger than he actually is, the thin, flat parts cutting an intimidating, insect-like form. As he clanks around and folds flaps for less resistance, his built, yet straightforward underlying shape becomes more apparent.
History: Jetfire is native to Kaon, built and bred as a research and surveillance unit. Before the revolution, he spent most of his time exploring all four corners of Cybertron, unhindered by the barriers that the war would eventually erect. Scanning landscapes for topographic maps, signs of relics or past transformers, studies of cultural interactions and differences between regions. Jetfire was simply a data collector, and content with his programming- explore and absorb.
Because of his distant, curious profession, it took him some time to notice there was a battle going on at all after the first sparks of war ignited. His first memory of battle involved an Autobot patrol attempting to shoot him down as he scanned a curious energon deposit. He had never before experienced hostility from another transformer, and managed to flee with minimal damage. The peace of the deserted wastes he was so used to observing was a stark contrast to his return to Kaon. He never before had even considered adding military components to his own chassis, but the light weaponry additions he started with were the first of many upgrades.
Despite his occupation as a data collector, he’d been in the field too long and remained ignorant of much of the political situation. Still, as a proud Kaonean, he defaulted to the Decepticons- the laser fire he’d taken from Autobots in the field certainly didn’t help their arguments.
His profession and experience promoted him to the top of his division- there weren’t many bots involved to begin with anyway. His hardware and armor was upgraded for space exploration, and he was skyward bound faster than Lord Megatron could even make the command. Jetfire had always been excited about his profession- in a serene, unnerving way. The upgrade and the chance to scan more than the silicon valleys he and every other Cybertronian knew so well was more than he could have asked for. Research and the pursuit of knowledge clouded his judgment, and he found no qualms directing his data to the war effort.
That is, until an unexpected weather pattern got the better of him and he managed was sent to a rather bumpy landing in the Arctic circle of Earth. This is not before he’d sent data on both the sentient life populations and possibility of energon deposits to the Decepticon databases.
Personality: While he had once been a quiet and calculating bot, age has turned Jetfire into something of an eccentric. He still spends most of his time in quiet contemplation and silent examination of the minutia of anything and everything around him… but he seems a very different soul during any encounters. While he will stand and seem to listen silently and seriously in a conversation, it’s more likely that he is scanning you for anomalies and caching any details he might glean. He is surprisingly intelligent, having amassed so much data for such a long time- but this is also usually a cause for his long lectures and opinionated rants. It’s a shame that Jetfire’s wealth of data is often mistaken for senility, but listening to the old coot is difficult and exhausting.
Likes: Learning, staring, lecturing, organizing data, rock collecting, power tools, and economists.
Dislikes: Philosophy (the irony!), xenophobia, sand, ice, melee combat, rudeness, beating around the bush, and long walks on the beach.
Strengths/Weapons: A giant robot version of Sherlock Holmes, Jetfire is quick to observe and quick to assume- often correctly. Unfortunately, his penchant for minutia tends to give cause for rolled eyes and skepticism, but he has never been one to judge what people do with his data- only that they respect it. He is also excellent at stepping back and viewing the whole picture- though it may take him a while, as he strongly believes in collecting every scrap of data before creating a clear image.
As far as weapons go, his traditional weapons involve merely a twin set of standard, mid-class lasers mounted in his fingertips, but he has a slew of other tricks up his sleeve. Exploration involves a great variety of tools, and Cybertronian equivalents of buzz saws, power drills, jackhammers, and other tools that double as heavy, blunt objects can all be used for excavation of relics… or an opponent’s face. He really has little opinion on the destruction of fellow Cybertronians- his stiff ideals give him a strong justification on smiting bots ‘in the wrong’. This gives him a bit of a cold, unnerving attitude in battle. On the flip side, he is strongly opposed to the destruction of any other forms of life. As an observer, killing pieces of an ecosystem is positively against the rules, no questions asked.
Weaknesses: Grey areas are a nuisance to Jetfire, and he has very strong views on the world. Left and right, up and down, black and white. Everything has a right or wrong answer. Arguing with Jetfire is like arguing with a very good (and very tall) lawyer. He is still willing to listen, and has been prone to change his mind- but only with an infallible argument.
Structurally, Jetfire is somewhat of a mess. His altmode is sleek –a Lockheed A-12 Blackbird- and while the aircraft model has been retired by human hands, it suits his needs for high-altitude surveillance. There are issues with the design, but when the plane is sentient, these issues hardly matter. His transformation is where the problems are posed. The thin parts prove difficult to transform from, and result in many small parts, easy to tangle and difficult to keep in line in cases of combat or merely running into anything. This also proves an issue with self-maintenance. His age and elaborate design make maintenance a constant and long process. He is often seen fiddling with a wing or tightening loose parts, in the same way that a bird is always preening its feathers. This gives him a distracted look, but has long become a part of his countenance.
One of his greatest strengths is also a great weakness- while most of his arsenal is versatile and creates many creative ways to defend himself and dismember enemies, most of them are still just glorified power tools, and can’t stand up to a high-powered laser, charged particle cannon, missiles, or whatever default weapon a foe might have. His clunky design and lack of heavy weaponry make him poor in combat, though a nasty one to back into a corner.
He would be excellent for reconnaissance if it weren’t for his large size and clumsy design.
Special skills: As part of his work, he has plenty of optic and scanning related tools. His sense of direction is superior, and his communication equipment is long-range.
He’s also really good with rocks.
Extra Info: I’ll be starting to play him in a proto-altmode, as he’s been in stasis for a long time and aircrafts didn’t even exist before. The descriptions given are relevant to present day, for the sake of playability.
Sample RP:
In the emptiness of space, Jetfire exulted.
Well, space wasn’t really empty. It may feel like a void- a lie that sensors would always make one believe- but of course, space contained everything. If one could define space, it would probably be considered the most crowded thing in the universe, and the universe-
He was digressing. The Decepticon flexed his fingers, feeling the bulk of his newly upgraded chassis- not the weight, mind. He was already outside of Cybertron’s gravitational field, and for the first time too… The very idea hit him again. Space was so new. He’d never been so overwhelmed with the thrill of a new frontier- though, of course it wasn’t so new. Much older than his home planet, really- but his observations of it were new, that’s what mattered, right? Right now at least.
Kaon was pinging him.
He called to attention, forgetting his disorganized reveries and transformed. His new space thrusters glowed red as he readied them. He hadn’t sent any decent data for several cycles now. They would be wondering what he was doing, and it wouldn’t do to misuse his new gifts. He charged forward, heading for the nearest asteroid belt, measuring the distance as he went, taking scans of any nearby debris.
This data seemed to placate his data collectors on Kaon, and he was left to his own designs again. It was some time before he reached anything worth examining, but although he recorded the time with minute precision, he barely felt it go by. It was a unique feeling, using only a meter to measure time without the sense of the slow rotation of the planet.
He transformed again and latched onto an asteroid about three times his size, using three different scanners on it at once. Mineral composition, interior structure, atom density, he crunched numbers and scraped samples contentedly. He was reaching for a good spot to start carbon dating before he was pinged again.
-POTENTIAL FOR VALUABLE RESOURCE: ZERO. IRRELEVANT INFORMATION. CHANGE COURSE IMMEDIATELY TO PROCEED WITH MISSION OBJECTIVE.-
There was no air around him to give voice to his frustrations, but he harrumphed to himself anyway. This is why he liked scientists. They liked details. Military folk always only had one thing on their mind- instant gratification. You had to waste a little time to get the best results, didn’t they know that? He spitefully sent back his results from his carbon dating before launching himself from the asteroid, sending it spinning softly in the opposite direction.
Transforming again, he changed direction for the nearest moon. The moons had plenty of archived data on them, gathered by other bots and generations past, but he was being selfish. He’d never examined it himself, after all- how was he to know they had covered everything, anyway?
Ping. –IRRELEVANT. CHANGE COURSE IMMEDIATELY TO PROCEED WITH MISSION OBJECTIVE.- Jetfire would have roared with annoyance, but space muted him. He shuddered with annoyance, but decided it wasn’t his place to disobey orders… yet. He’d gain his seniority soon. Just let him find something they cared about and they would realize his strengths and let him to his work.
Well. Fastest way would probably be a planet. Most planets with the right type of mantle were known to have energon deposits, or useful minerals. He sped up, orbiting his home planet outside the range of the asteroid belt, and analyzed the galactic map he’d downloaded. After several cycles, he pinged back.
-PROCEEDING WITH MISSION. NO NEED TO REMIND ME. I HAVE MEMORY BANKS TOO, YOU KNOW- It was cheeky, but probably only as cheeky as they’d been to him, after all.