Arma
Nov 22, 2015 16:36:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 16:36:31 GMT -5
-Player Info-
Name/Alias: Sturmdragon, shortened as Sturm
IM/Email: Sturmdragon91@gmail.com
Age: 24
-Character Info-
Name: Armadura, known as Arma by all decepticons.
Age (or human equivalent): Around 35 human years.
Gender (or human equivalent): femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Decepticon.
Original Occupation: Smelter, later gladiator.
Occupation/Specialization: Frontliner.
Appearance/Altmode: Arma is walking tank, literally. And a big one, standing almost egual height with decepticon warlord, though her built is bit lighter despite her wide shoulders and chest, thinner midsection, and wider hips. Not meaning she would be lightly built. Her coloring contains mostly different shades of grey. The base color is dark grey, however. Her built is quite old modeled, yet she's not that blocked you might think. She packs real strenght both in her arms and in her legs. Her fingers are strong talonlike, and her knuckles are spiked for hand to hand combat. Her legs get wider to the end, ending to heavy and wide pedes.
Her helm contains alltogether 6 "horns", two on her forehead, and two each side of her head, each of them pointing backwards, and little upwards too. Faceplating color is lighter than rest of her coloring. Lighter gray, close to silver colored. Her faceplating is crossed with one battle scar over her right optic, which is patched. Her remaining optic is colored crimson red.
Her earth altmode is Leopard 2A6 battle tank, one of the heaviest battle tanks in action, and said to be one of the best battle tanks on earth. Tracks in her bipedal mode are partly located at the backside of her upper arms, and backside of her lower legs. The tank's camouflage pattern is urban, different shades of grey, but with dark grey as base color.
History:
Sparked as a low caste smelter, Armadura came to know the hard laboring at the very young age, which suited for her big and strong frame. Though this was what she was created to do, what she knew to do, she soon realized she was not satisfied the situation she was sparked into. As she was hammering and compressing piles of scrapmetal into the heavy cubes, before hauling them into the smelter furnace, she found herself thinking many times, why was she doing it again. And when seeing the higher caste's attitude towards the lower caste workers, who were basically keeping the whole system up and running, it sparked something inside her. Soon there was growing hatred inside her, which was destined to flame in time.
The time came, as she witnessed a small gang of young higher caste punks harassing old hauler, who was delivering some more scrap for her to process. As Arma was interfering she was insulted and threatened to be sent into her own smelter, if she would even lay a finger on them. Arma was bigger than them, stronger than them, and that one punch she threw into the face of the gang leader made her realize this. The old hauler made it to safety, before the real fight broke loose. As it was over, Arma was actually amazed by the strenght she was actually wielding. The beaten punks ran off, and this resulted Arma being jailed for a while, as there was only one witness, too scared to tell what he actually saw and what actually happened. Of course, the law was on the punks side. Though, as she hadn't killed anyone, she was only kept in for an while, and nothing worse. This gave her time to think again. She and those of heavy workers had great strenght in them, why should they bow down to those who didn't respect their efforts.
Released, she did return back to the smelter furnace, though only for an while. One day, the punks arrived to her with even bigger group, tossing the lifeless torso of the old hauler in front of her, telling her to scrap him, like the trash he was. This was the last straw. She never had got to know even his name, yet the way those no good high caste troublemakers treated him, angered her once again. No matter if they had the overpower, Arma was more than ready to exterminate them all. Yet, she was stopped by a voice. Getting the attention of the whole group, a gladiator stood between them. Even the gang recognized her, Firestorm. She asked them to leave, while they were still able to. This is what they did, no matter their caste. They didn't want to brawl with real gladiator. Arma was not quite ready to let them away this easily, and tried to get after them, only to be easily floored by Firestorm. Arma demanded to know, why did she stop her. Firestorm asked her, what good would it make to the hauler, if she would be scrapped now. The hauler was beyond help. If Arma would've scrapped few no good high castes, nothing would change. Firestorm told her, that she had witnessed her first encounter with them, and told Arma, that she had real potential in her. She offered her hand, asking the younger one to follow her to the gladiator arenas. That would be the place the punks could not get close to her, where they could not harm her with ease. For an moment, Arma thought about it, looking at the torso of the deceased hauler. Wanting to prevent this to happen to anyone else, she grabbed Firestorm's hand, accepting her offer. If she could ever change things with the strenght she was having, she should hone her skills to the peak. And she had a feeling Firestorm could help her with it. Quietly and honorably, they disposed the body, and Arma left the smelter, swearing she would never return.
Firestorm taught her to fight, how to use her massive strenght right in different situations. The training was hard, yet it bore fruit very soon. Arma got more skilled, and more stronger quickly, and sooner than Firestorm had anticipated, she was ready to the pit.
It didn't took many fights for her to gain herself some reputation. She noticed too, that she enjoyed fighting, something she had ever felt about her former job. Though, she still hated the higher caste they presented their battles. They cheered on, as they tore each others apart. Firestorm agreed with her in this matter, but where Arma still would've wanted to use her strenght against those of a higher caste, Firestorm thought that things should be taken care of more peaceful way. She also said, that to be able to solve things with peaceful way, it should be backed up with strenght, and that's why they were fighting and getting stronger. She had seen enough death and violence during her lifetime, she believed violence wasn't the only option, though she was quite careful with her words while around Armadura. She also said, that the time would come, when they should back their opinions and rights with their strenght and mass. But without any more violence. It would be only a matter of time, Firestorm said.
In the pit, Arma also got to know the miner, who had climbed from nothing, to the highest ranks of the gladiators. Arma admired him, the one that had named himself Megatronus. As he was also against caste system, it made Arma believe in him even more. Firestorm agreed with her in this, but warned Arma, about the feeling she was having about Megatronus. Arma had wished she would once be able to clash with Megatronus in a pit, yet she never got the chance as Megatronus left the gladiator arenas for politics. She was somehow disappointed, but knowing his ambitions, she understood he had to do so. She kept following the situation, until the outbreak of the war.
Arma joined the ranks of the Decepticons, yet Firestorm disappeared in the early days of war. Arma had her suspicion about what had happened, but didn't want to believe it herself, but pushed her thoughts away. She was now fighting against the caste system with power, just like she had always wanted. She was also fighting for Megatron, as he was known nowdays. She never had her chance to fight him in the pit, yet she chose to fight for him, after all.
There came time, when she faced her old friend in the battlefield. Firestorm asked her to change her mind, and to join the autobots, like she had done. Firestorm told that no matter how she hated the caste system, the ways of the decepticons to fight it, were not acceptable. Firestorm told Arma, that once she would've seen as much death and violence as she had, Arma would understand her. They fought. Firestorm had taught Arma well, and younger showed her true skills, by being completely superior against her former mentor. Battle ended, as Arma pulled her sword from Firestorm's spark chamber. Firestorm never told it, but she had had another reason to take autobots' side too. She had wanted Arma to fight her with her full strenght, which she would've never done her as an ally. Arma could not know this, and though Firestorm had been her enemy now, she felt empty. It made her think. That she shouldn't feel anything, to be a perfect warrior, so that no feeling could stop her or affect her.
That's what happened. Arma shutted her feelings deep in her armored core, leaving cold and ruthless being on surface. She was reckless warrior ever since, fighting in the most heated battles in frontlines. She became feared on both sides. Even if someone of Arma's own got between her and her opponent, she struck them down without nanoclick's hesitation. She became to known as one of the most reckless, brutal, but most of all one of the most loyal warriors in Megatron's ranks. She became numb to fighting, everything around her was just faceless mass, something to cut and shoot down.
Before the battle on Cybertron came to an end, before battles were moved elsewhere, Arma was given a mission by Soundwave. Thanks to succesfull interrogation of autobot prisoner, they had learned valuable information. Autobots had sent troops into distant planets, to set up outposts and bases for armies to regroup and gather strenght. She was given list of the most important and biggest ones, and an order to destroy them, and annihilate their inhabitants. Arma took ship, and left the planet, on her mission.
It sure wasn't easy task, and it required time. They didn't have the exact locations of the bases, only small hints. Time spent searching affected Arma weird way, she never had had no time this long between fights. Fighting was all she had done before, now she had long periods of quiet time. She was affected by the landscapes on distant planets, beautiful nebulas in space. At a times she felt weird, not really sure what she actually felt, and even didn't realize, that she felt something. First times in her life, she didn't thirst for battle.
Yet, once she faced autobots, the fighting was different again. Enemies weren't just faceless mass to cut down. Arma remembered every single face she encountered during this travel, every single whose spark she extinguished. The fighting felt different, and small glimpse after years, the words of Firestorm returned to her mind. Though she pushed them away, they were words of a traitor, had no value to her at all.
She completed her list. Last battle of her's left her with just one optic, and serious damages, but she had fullfilled her mission. It had taken long time, so long she herself didn't have any clue about how long. She would finally be able to return back to her Lord's side, to serve him once again. She set her ship to follow the weak signal, and lowered herself in stasis to tend the worst damages she gained during the last battle.
Just before arriving to earth, her ship was hit by small meteor. The meteor damaged her ship's navigation and communication system just before contacting nemesis. Also, because of it Arma did not wake from her stasis, but crashed into the earth, still in slumber.
Personality:
Arma is serious, cold and quiet person, or that's what first comes to the surface. Once she speaks, she usually speaks very shortly. She's not using her time for useless chitchat, if someone is not specially asking her to speak with.
Though the surface she's keeping up, which gives out that she only has one side in her, she has her different sides too, however. There is part in her, that has seen enough battle, violence and death, and would be ready to ease a bit. The side of her, that is tired of fighting. Though this side of her stays hidden, somewhere deep inside her core, she never would admit it's existense, as she feels it would be weakness to her, and she believes she must not have weaknesses. This, and since battle has been everything to her, since the very beginning, she doesn't have anything else to do. Somehow she fears the end of the war coming, let it be their victory. She never have given a thought, about what would she do after that.
Then there is the side, which is strongest one in her. The side of her that has dedicated herself completely to serve Megatron, and only Megatron. During war, it was said about her, that most scary part in her isn't her strenght, firepower, lack of fear, or even her abilty to mow down even her own. They said the most fearsome part in her, was her unwavering loyalty towards Megatron. As it was Megatron who gave her the order, it seemed like there was nothing to stop her from fulfilling her mission. This loyalty hasn't disappeared anywhere. Though she dislikes and despises Starscream, she's forced to follow the chain of command, yet she would never follow him as a leader. Though this she keeps to herself, but her loyalty is not towards the decepticon faction, but Megatron himself. If he would fall, and someone else, let it be Starscream or anyone else, would take over, she would leave the faction. Arma believes, that no matter how smart and cunning you may be, you must have strenght to back them up to be suit to be a leader.
Though she still shows outside just the side she had already during the time on cybertron, she's not that eager to slaughter her own any more, even though she still doesn't want anyone to come between her and her prey. She's not easy one to approach, but compared to the wartime, when she was literally impossible to approach, there is a big difference.
Apart from fighting, Arma enjoys quietness and peace from time to time. During her travels she saw landscapes that caused admiration even in her. The oceans, jungles, canyons, nebulas in space. She has recorded all of these on holotapes. It wouldn't be miracle if she was found staring into starry sky, only watching silently.
Like said, there are many sides in her.
Likes: Megatron(never admits this), fighting, training, beautiful landscapes, high grade energon.
Dislikes: Starscream especially, traitors, weaklings, those who try to control her without the strenght or attitude.
Strengths/Weapons:
-Walking tank, literally. Arma packs very strong armor, and armament, for the toughest battles. Lighter enemies must get really good shot to damage her, and she can take few straight hits on her main armor from the enemies of her own size.
-Immense strenght. She's a con whose size is comparable to the decepticon warlord, and her size is not just the looks, she's not easily overpowered, by anyone in battle of sheer strenght.
Weapons:
-Main cannon: Ion cannon. One of the reasons she was feared during war, fully loaded cannon can do enourmous damage if the beam hits. Though Arma rarely uses the weapon in it's full strenght(see the weaknesses for reason). She keeps it folded, carrying it at her backside. Once taken in action, it's attached to her right arm.
-Dual edged sword, long and heavy sword. Comparing to her size, when tip is against ground, the end of the handle nearly reaches her jaw. Like her main cannon, this one is also folded while not using it.
Weaknesses:
-Her main gun. While it's one of her greatest strenghts, it's also one of her greatest weakness. The weapon is so big and heavy, it's hard even for her to act properly while attached to her right arm. The stronger the shot she fires, the more energy it requires, full powered shot will exhaust her almost completely, for an while, which is why she uses the weapon with smaller shots. Also, the powerful weapon packs immense recoil, and if not careful, the recoil might throw you off balance.
-Sword, one of her weakness too, it is made to mow down masses of enemies, it is not fast sword to use and it's trajectory is not changed in a click.
-Size. A solid No on Agility. She's a tank, armed like a tank and armored like a tank. She will move and fight as slowly and ponderously as one.
-One optic. Even though she's gotten used to it, her field of view suffers from this, creating blind spots in her view, cuts her field of view in half, affects her targeting, depth vision etc. Since the long time in stasis, the optic has rendered unrepairable. Also, because of this, she must be very careful in the battle not to lose her remaining optic.
-Big target to any weapon. Arma is easy target to pretty much any sort of weapon, as she isn't the most agile one, she usually has to rely on her armor in the firefight.
-Joints and neck. Though she's nearly fully armored, her joints are still her weak spot. From the long distance it requires little luck to harm these, but from the close range it is possible to harm her joints, and lessen her mobility.
-Once she falls, it might take a moment for her to get up, lighter and faster enemies can use this easily as their advantage, and aim for her neck and joints.
-Alt form. She is a tank, and tanks won't blend in society too well. She must avoid places with population, sometimes affecting her range of action.
-Easy to provoke. All you need to do is insult Megatron long enough, and Arma will lose her cool. Even though while attacking in pure rage, her attacks become fierce and unpredictable, but she will exhaust herself easily.
-Tracks. Tracks are the weakest spot in her alt form, without them she's unable to use her altmode for transportation. These tracks are fully visible in her bipedal mode too, harming them is not that difficult, and is wisest choise if you'll have to run, and don't want her to follow you by ground.
-She's confident of her armor(for a reason too), knowing it's hard to penetrate. Yet she might get too confident, not backing up even when it would be necessary.
Special skills (that are not weapon related):
Extra Info:
Name/Alias: Sturmdragon, shortened as Sturm
IM/Email: Sturmdragon91@gmail.com
Age: 24
-Character Info-
Name: Armadura, known as Arma by all decepticons.
Age (or human equivalent): Around 35 human years.
Gender (or human equivalent): femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Decepticon.
Original Occupation: Smelter, later gladiator.
Occupation/Specialization: Frontliner.
Appearance/Altmode: Arma is walking tank, literally. And a big one, standing almost egual height with decepticon warlord, though her built is bit lighter despite her wide shoulders and chest, thinner midsection, and wider hips. Not meaning she would be lightly built. Her coloring contains mostly different shades of grey. The base color is dark grey, however. Her built is quite old modeled, yet she's not that blocked you might think. She packs real strenght both in her arms and in her legs. Her fingers are strong talonlike, and her knuckles are spiked for hand to hand combat. Her legs get wider to the end, ending to heavy and wide pedes.
Her helm contains alltogether 6 "horns", two on her forehead, and two each side of her head, each of them pointing backwards, and little upwards too. Faceplating color is lighter than rest of her coloring. Lighter gray, close to silver colored. Her faceplating is crossed with one battle scar over her right optic, which is patched. Her remaining optic is colored crimson red.
Her earth altmode is Leopard 2A6 battle tank, one of the heaviest battle tanks in action, and said to be one of the best battle tanks on earth. Tracks in her bipedal mode are partly located at the backside of her upper arms, and backside of her lower legs. The tank's camouflage pattern is urban, different shades of grey, but with dark grey as base color.
History:
Sparked as a low caste smelter, Armadura came to know the hard laboring at the very young age, which suited for her big and strong frame. Though this was what she was created to do, what she knew to do, she soon realized she was not satisfied the situation she was sparked into. As she was hammering and compressing piles of scrapmetal into the heavy cubes, before hauling them into the smelter furnace, she found herself thinking many times, why was she doing it again. And when seeing the higher caste's attitude towards the lower caste workers, who were basically keeping the whole system up and running, it sparked something inside her. Soon there was growing hatred inside her, which was destined to flame in time.
The time came, as she witnessed a small gang of young higher caste punks harassing old hauler, who was delivering some more scrap for her to process. As Arma was interfering she was insulted and threatened to be sent into her own smelter, if she would even lay a finger on them. Arma was bigger than them, stronger than them, and that one punch she threw into the face of the gang leader made her realize this. The old hauler made it to safety, before the real fight broke loose. As it was over, Arma was actually amazed by the strenght she was actually wielding. The beaten punks ran off, and this resulted Arma being jailed for a while, as there was only one witness, too scared to tell what he actually saw and what actually happened. Of course, the law was on the punks side. Though, as she hadn't killed anyone, she was only kept in for an while, and nothing worse. This gave her time to think again. She and those of heavy workers had great strenght in them, why should they bow down to those who didn't respect their efforts.
Released, she did return back to the smelter furnace, though only for an while. One day, the punks arrived to her with even bigger group, tossing the lifeless torso of the old hauler in front of her, telling her to scrap him, like the trash he was. This was the last straw. She never had got to know even his name, yet the way those no good high caste troublemakers treated him, angered her once again. No matter if they had the overpower, Arma was more than ready to exterminate them all. Yet, she was stopped by a voice. Getting the attention of the whole group, a gladiator stood between them. Even the gang recognized her, Firestorm. She asked them to leave, while they were still able to. This is what they did, no matter their caste. They didn't want to brawl with real gladiator. Arma was not quite ready to let them away this easily, and tried to get after them, only to be easily floored by Firestorm. Arma demanded to know, why did she stop her. Firestorm asked her, what good would it make to the hauler, if she would be scrapped now. The hauler was beyond help. If Arma would've scrapped few no good high castes, nothing would change. Firestorm told her, that she had witnessed her first encounter with them, and told Arma, that she had real potential in her. She offered her hand, asking the younger one to follow her to the gladiator arenas. That would be the place the punks could not get close to her, where they could not harm her with ease. For an moment, Arma thought about it, looking at the torso of the deceased hauler. Wanting to prevent this to happen to anyone else, she grabbed Firestorm's hand, accepting her offer. If she could ever change things with the strenght she was having, she should hone her skills to the peak. And she had a feeling Firestorm could help her with it. Quietly and honorably, they disposed the body, and Arma left the smelter, swearing she would never return.
Firestorm taught her to fight, how to use her massive strenght right in different situations. The training was hard, yet it bore fruit very soon. Arma got more skilled, and more stronger quickly, and sooner than Firestorm had anticipated, she was ready to the pit.
It didn't took many fights for her to gain herself some reputation. She noticed too, that she enjoyed fighting, something she had ever felt about her former job. Though, she still hated the higher caste they presented their battles. They cheered on, as they tore each others apart. Firestorm agreed with her in this matter, but where Arma still would've wanted to use her strenght against those of a higher caste, Firestorm thought that things should be taken care of more peaceful way. She also said, that to be able to solve things with peaceful way, it should be backed up with strenght, and that's why they were fighting and getting stronger. She had seen enough death and violence during her lifetime, she believed violence wasn't the only option, though she was quite careful with her words while around Armadura. She also said, that the time would come, when they should back their opinions and rights with their strenght and mass. But without any more violence. It would be only a matter of time, Firestorm said.
In the pit, Arma also got to know the miner, who had climbed from nothing, to the highest ranks of the gladiators. Arma admired him, the one that had named himself Megatronus. As he was also against caste system, it made Arma believe in him even more. Firestorm agreed with her in this, but warned Arma, about the feeling she was having about Megatronus. Arma had wished she would once be able to clash with Megatronus in a pit, yet she never got the chance as Megatronus left the gladiator arenas for politics. She was somehow disappointed, but knowing his ambitions, she understood he had to do so. She kept following the situation, until the outbreak of the war.
Arma joined the ranks of the Decepticons, yet Firestorm disappeared in the early days of war. Arma had her suspicion about what had happened, but didn't want to believe it herself, but pushed her thoughts away. She was now fighting against the caste system with power, just like she had always wanted. She was also fighting for Megatron, as he was known nowdays. She never had her chance to fight him in the pit, yet she chose to fight for him, after all.
There came time, when she faced her old friend in the battlefield. Firestorm asked her to change her mind, and to join the autobots, like she had done. Firestorm told that no matter how she hated the caste system, the ways of the decepticons to fight it, were not acceptable. Firestorm told Arma, that once she would've seen as much death and violence as she had, Arma would understand her. They fought. Firestorm had taught Arma well, and younger showed her true skills, by being completely superior against her former mentor. Battle ended, as Arma pulled her sword from Firestorm's spark chamber. Firestorm never told it, but she had had another reason to take autobots' side too. She had wanted Arma to fight her with her full strenght, which she would've never done her as an ally. Arma could not know this, and though Firestorm had been her enemy now, she felt empty. It made her think. That she shouldn't feel anything, to be a perfect warrior, so that no feeling could stop her or affect her.
That's what happened. Arma shutted her feelings deep in her armored core, leaving cold and ruthless being on surface. She was reckless warrior ever since, fighting in the most heated battles in frontlines. She became feared on both sides. Even if someone of Arma's own got between her and her opponent, she struck them down without nanoclick's hesitation. She became to known as one of the most reckless, brutal, but most of all one of the most loyal warriors in Megatron's ranks. She became numb to fighting, everything around her was just faceless mass, something to cut and shoot down.
Before the battle on Cybertron came to an end, before battles were moved elsewhere, Arma was given a mission by Soundwave. Thanks to succesfull interrogation of autobot prisoner, they had learned valuable information. Autobots had sent troops into distant planets, to set up outposts and bases for armies to regroup and gather strenght. She was given list of the most important and biggest ones, and an order to destroy them, and annihilate their inhabitants. Arma took ship, and left the planet, on her mission.
It sure wasn't easy task, and it required time. They didn't have the exact locations of the bases, only small hints. Time spent searching affected Arma weird way, she never had had no time this long between fights. Fighting was all she had done before, now she had long periods of quiet time. She was affected by the landscapes on distant planets, beautiful nebulas in space. At a times she felt weird, not really sure what she actually felt, and even didn't realize, that she felt something. First times in her life, she didn't thirst for battle.
Yet, once she faced autobots, the fighting was different again. Enemies weren't just faceless mass to cut down. Arma remembered every single face she encountered during this travel, every single whose spark she extinguished. The fighting felt different, and small glimpse after years, the words of Firestorm returned to her mind. Though she pushed them away, they were words of a traitor, had no value to her at all.
She completed her list. Last battle of her's left her with just one optic, and serious damages, but she had fullfilled her mission. It had taken long time, so long she herself didn't have any clue about how long. She would finally be able to return back to her Lord's side, to serve him once again. She set her ship to follow the weak signal, and lowered herself in stasis to tend the worst damages she gained during the last battle.
Just before arriving to earth, her ship was hit by small meteor. The meteor damaged her ship's navigation and communication system just before contacting nemesis. Also, because of it Arma did not wake from her stasis, but crashed into the earth, still in slumber.
Personality:
Arma is serious, cold and quiet person, or that's what first comes to the surface. Once she speaks, she usually speaks very shortly. She's not using her time for useless chitchat, if someone is not specially asking her to speak with.
Though the surface she's keeping up, which gives out that she only has one side in her, she has her different sides too, however. There is part in her, that has seen enough battle, violence and death, and would be ready to ease a bit. The side of her, that is tired of fighting. Though this side of her stays hidden, somewhere deep inside her core, she never would admit it's existense, as she feels it would be weakness to her, and she believes she must not have weaknesses. This, and since battle has been everything to her, since the very beginning, she doesn't have anything else to do. Somehow she fears the end of the war coming, let it be their victory. She never have given a thought, about what would she do after that.
Then there is the side, which is strongest one in her. The side of her that has dedicated herself completely to serve Megatron, and only Megatron. During war, it was said about her, that most scary part in her isn't her strenght, firepower, lack of fear, or even her abilty to mow down even her own. They said the most fearsome part in her, was her unwavering loyalty towards Megatron. As it was Megatron who gave her the order, it seemed like there was nothing to stop her from fulfilling her mission. This loyalty hasn't disappeared anywhere. Though she dislikes and despises Starscream, she's forced to follow the chain of command, yet she would never follow him as a leader. Though this she keeps to herself, but her loyalty is not towards the decepticon faction, but Megatron himself. If he would fall, and someone else, let it be Starscream or anyone else, would take over, she would leave the faction. Arma believes, that no matter how smart and cunning you may be, you must have strenght to back them up to be suit to be a leader.
Though she still shows outside just the side she had already during the time on cybertron, she's not that eager to slaughter her own any more, even though she still doesn't want anyone to come between her and her prey. She's not easy one to approach, but compared to the wartime, when she was literally impossible to approach, there is a big difference.
Apart from fighting, Arma enjoys quietness and peace from time to time. During her travels she saw landscapes that caused admiration even in her. The oceans, jungles, canyons, nebulas in space. She has recorded all of these on holotapes. It wouldn't be miracle if she was found staring into starry sky, only watching silently.
Like said, there are many sides in her.
Likes: Megatron(never admits this), fighting, training, beautiful landscapes, high grade energon.
Dislikes: Starscream especially, traitors, weaklings, those who try to control her without the strenght or attitude.
Strengths/Weapons:
-Walking tank, literally. Arma packs very strong armor, and armament, for the toughest battles. Lighter enemies must get really good shot to damage her, and she can take few straight hits on her main armor from the enemies of her own size.
-Immense strenght. She's a con whose size is comparable to the decepticon warlord, and her size is not just the looks, she's not easily overpowered, by anyone in battle of sheer strenght.
Weapons:
-Main cannon: Ion cannon. One of the reasons she was feared during war, fully loaded cannon can do enourmous damage if the beam hits. Though Arma rarely uses the weapon in it's full strenght(see the weaknesses for reason). She keeps it folded, carrying it at her backside. Once taken in action, it's attached to her right arm.
-Dual edged sword, long and heavy sword. Comparing to her size, when tip is against ground, the end of the handle nearly reaches her jaw. Like her main cannon, this one is also folded while not using it.
Weaknesses:
-Her main gun. While it's one of her greatest strenghts, it's also one of her greatest weakness. The weapon is so big and heavy, it's hard even for her to act properly while attached to her right arm. The stronger the shot she fires, the more energy it requires, full powered shot will exhaust her almost completely, for an while, which is why she uses the weapon with smaller shots. Also, the powerful weapon packs immense recoil, and if not careful, the recoil might throw you off balance.
-Sword, one of her weakness too, it is made to mow down masses of enemies, it is not fast sword to use and it's trajectory is not changed in a click.
-Size. A solid No on Agility. She's a tank, armed like a tank and armored like a tank. She will move and fight as slowly and ponderously as one.
-One optic. Even though she's gotten used to it, her field of view suffers from this, creating blind spots in her view, cuts her field of view in half, affects her targeting, depth vision etc. Since the long time in stasis, the optic has rendered unrepairable. Also, because of this, she must be very careful in the battle not to lose her remaining optic.
-Big target to any weapon. Arma is easy target to pretty much any sort of weapon, as she isn't the most agile one, she usually has to rely on her armor in the firefight.
-Joints and neck. Though she's nearly fully armored, her joints are still her weak spot. From the long distance it requires little luck to harm these, but from the close range it is possible to harm her joints, and lessen her mobility.
-Once she falls, it might take a moment for her to get up, lighter and faster enemies can use this easily as their advantage, and aim for her neck and joints.
-Alt form. She is a tank, and tanks won't blend in society too well. She must avoid places with population, sometimes affecting her range of action.
-Easy to provoke. All you need to do is insult Megatron long enough, and Arma will lose her cool. Even though while attacking in pure rage, her attacks become fierce and unpredictable, but she will exhaust herself easily.
-Tracks. Tracks are the weakest spot in her alt form, without them she's unable to use her altmode for transportation. These tracks are fully visible in her bipedal mode too, harming them is not that difficult, and is wisest choise if you'll have to run, and don't want her to follow you by ground.
-She's confident of her armor(for a reason too), knowing it's hard to penetrate. Yet she might get too confident, not backing up even when it would be necessary.
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