Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 1:29:20 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO
Name/Alias: Rave
IM/Email:1kitsunehime1@gmail.com
Age: 21
Where did you find us?: Affiliate hopping
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Shale
Age: Early thirties
Gender: Femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Construction waste hauler/Drug dealer
Occupation/Specialization: General repairs and maintenance
Appearance: Shale is bigger than other femmes - considering what she did for a living this shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone at all - her height just shy of Bulkhead's jawline. Though not as bulky, about half his width, she still covered in quite a bit of armor. Her legs being the most fortified part of her body. Being so big she has rather wide hips and shoulders, as well as fairly large hands with four digits each. Painted the simple deep blue of her alt form, with some black trimming and silver lining here and there, she's pretty simple looking compared to others. Her alt's four wheels are settled on her shoulders and at the back of her heels like most other grounder builds. And the headlights are - again, like most grounder frames - on her chest plates. The Autobot sigil is located between her headlights. Her helm is a simple rounded shape covering the back of her neck, gently sloping up to her jaw line, curling up and around her audials, then coming together as a 'widows peak' in the center of her forehead. Her optics are the most plain feature on her extremely plain design, bright blue all they way through with quite a few shutters to keep debris away.
Altmode: 2015 Toyota Tundra
History: She had only one purpose, one goal in her life from the second she set foot outside the well: to lift. To take one thing from one place and move it to another to keep it out of the way. Simple. Shale never tried to dispute her role in life, the caste system worked and it was there for a reason. Who was she, a simple waste hauler, to try and change that? Maybe she didn't care, or maybe as time marched on - the way it always did and always would - that she had grown too used to the norm. Either way life was simple and she enjoyed that.
But it wouldn't be long before more and more began to emerge, more hands to work and not enough time to put them to it. Shale was frightened, she wasn't sure if she would survive with less and less work opportunities sprouting. Then an acquaintance of hers offered her something else. He claimed it an 'entrepreneurial' business, a rather booming one in fact. Especially with the whispering of an upset in the air, a revolution of sorts in the making. Shale heard what he had to say but she didn't like it.
Dealing in illegal substances.
Disgusted she refused his offer immediately, she'd find her own way and wouldn't end up in jail over it. For a while this worked, reaching out to every single opportunity she could get her hands on and working herself to near exhaustion to scratch out a living. That while soon passed and it wasn't long after she took the offer. Surely it couldn't be as bad as others made it out to be. Shale was certain these bots knew what they were doing using this stuff...right? Like most things it began rather smoothly.
She'd give them what they wanted and in return she'd get the credits she'd need. On occasion there was a hiccup - dealing with crazed customers, narrowly escaping the arm of the law, or having issues with the supplier - but nothing that wasn't smoothed over within a cycle or two. Steadily they began getting worse. Customers became more and more violent as their prices went up, officers were more likely to frequent their usual spots, and their supplier was out of contact more often than not.
Then the first attack happened, Six Lasers left in shambles after an act of 'revolution'.
And with it came change. A lot of it.
Credits upon credits were coming in as the revolution went into full swing and Shale was grateful for that. Blinded by all the gain she sold her product with a soft smile and a wish for a good day, relaxed in knowing she'd be sitting comfortably on her collective earnings. Between debris hauling and the sudden boom in sales it seemed to be smooth sailing ahead.
Then it wasn't just revolution on the winds, it was war.
Shale was ashamed, ashamed that she had been thankful for the deaths of so many innocent lives. And for what? Credits? It was time for her to leave and it would not be easy. Not only would the others come for her in fear of her alerting the authorities but the war was slowly beginning to escalate all across the planet. Lines were being drawn and bots were picking sides, those that refused would be shortly dealt with. So many more were going to die and she didn't want to be just another casualty.
So she ran.
As time slipped by Shale kept moving, taking whatever she could to survive before moving on. It wasn't in her to fight, both in the mental and physical meaning. She'd be of no use to either side of this conflict. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it would only take her so far.
The planet was dying. At an alarming rate at that. An attempt at the very Allspark itself resulted in the very life force of the planet being purged into space for it's own protection. And with the Decepticon barricades forbidding off planet travel nobody was getting out by themselves. It wouldn't be long before everything ran dry. This was the end of the road. Then Shale heard that the Autobots found a way.
The Ark.
It was their last- no their ONLY hope of escaping. Whatever life on the other side of the journey didn't matter. They just needed to get off this planet. Shale was quick to secure a placement in the crowds that were boarding the Ark; she wanted to live. It didn't matter where they were going, she just wanted to stop feeling so afraid all of the time. She couldn't avoid it any longer, and boarded the ship with a freshly welded crest on her chest. She'd find a way to be useful, it was better than nothing for sure. The Ark lifted them all toward the emptiness of space and for a moment everything was going peacefully. With that moment gone chaos ensued shortly after.
Heavy fire rained across the entire ship sending crew, military forces, and passengers alike into a frenzy. In this panic many blindly raced for the escape pods hoping to get out while there was still a sliver of a chance to. Shale was caught in the wave of frightened people and tumbled into one said pod. Slowly the Ark grew smaller and smaller as it sent her into space.
Horror stricken she immediately began pressing every button she could find praying the next one would turn her cage back around. Her chances of survival were plummeting by the second as she watched pod after pod around her be shot down, hurtling right back to the surface in flames. In her panic she pressed buttons even more furiously, not sure what they all did but knew one had to take her back.
A jolt at the back of her neck made her shriek. Had one of the aggressors made it to her pod and take it upon themselves to end her life? No. The console in front of her blurred as her vision began to swim. Stasis, the pod was trying to sedate her. No. No not yet. She didn't want to die awake let alone this. But she couldn't fight as she slumped into the seat, watching everything blur around her.
She just hoped Primus would be as forgiving as she'd been told.
Personality: Shale believes actions speak louder than words do. Since she never had to speak much in either of her professions she's never made a habit of making - or enjoying - idle chit chat with others. If spoken to she will reply, but only with what she deems necessary then carry on with what she was doing. Regardless if the other party still wanted to talk or not. She's not much of a people person.
She'd much rather spend her days tinkering with things or working on any projects she may have. It drives her near insane to sit still. Her hands have to be moving constantly or she gets extremely restless. She's rather simple that way. While at work she is content, but that's difficult to tell from the third party standpoint.
Shale doesn't like to talk about how she's feeling, opting to instead keep it to herself. Everything from happiness, anger, sadness and so on is really difficult to read off of her. However it's very easy to tell when these emotions get the best of her, with enough stimuli she essentially becomes the emotion. Save perhaps anger. She likes to keep that to herself no matter what. Let it stew for a little and make a few people sweat, but eventually she'll either let it go or completely forget about it.
She's also extremely critical, both toward others and on herself. Shale will watch what is said and done around her and swiftly judge based on what she's seen. She's very observant that way. Throughout her 'experiences' she's learned a lot about body language and just what it says about others. When it comes to her self criticism it usually derives from her work. As a perfectionist she must do everything the right way. She'll waste over an hour doing something that would probably take another bot just fifteen minutes.
Be warned upon asking her for advice or an opinion. It will be given with no filter. She's very blunt and honest to a fault, believing that the truth hurts but being lied to hurts even more. Shale isn't going to sugar coat anything no matter who it's directed to. She wants to get her point across with as few words as possible.
Likes:
Heavy Lifting - Shale was built to lift and quite enjoys doing it. It gives her a sense of comfort, a reminder that even though she's been through so much she's still her.
Long open stretches of road - When not at work Shale loves to drive. It gives her an escape and a chance to gather her thoughts in private. It also helps burn up some of her seemingly endless energy.
Being dirty - What's the point of being clean if you're just going to get dirty again anyway? She simply loves when she's covered in dirt and grime. It says 'I went out and did something today'. When she's bored and dirty enough she likes to draw on her arms and legs.
Tinkering - While she finds the actual learning part to be a bit of a chore the simple act of taking something apart fills her with joy. If she finds something interesting on the side of the road she'll most likely bring it back and open it up. Just to give herself something to do for the afternoon.
Earth's wildlife - With a VASTLY broader species count on this planet Shale loves to simply watch their behavior. So far her personal favorites are big cats.
Earth's flora and fauna - There's just so much of it all, and they come in so many different colors!
Earth's music - Sometimes hit or miss but she still enjoys it none the less. Her favorite genre thus far is what the humans call 'classic rock'.
Swearing - She does it. A lot. And no she's not going to stop.
Dislikes:
Having her things touched - Shale has a very specific place for her tools and equipment and cannot stand when they are moved. Especially without her permission. It's there for a reason, do not touch it. Please.
Medics - Not so much a dislike, just a sort of...unease. She fully realizes that they are vital in these trying times, she just gets this uneasy feeling around them. The very thought of having someone fiddling under her hood while she's in stasis gives her the creeps.
Having her work ruined - With how much time and effort she put into what she's doing it drives her up the wall whenever she see it ruined. Can't it just stay fixed for ten minutes?!
Large bodies of water - Ponds, streams, and rivers she's perfectly fine with. But anything bigger than those and she's wary of it.
Conflict - Shale is extremely non-confrontational, mostly because she has no battle experience what-so-ever. What little fighting she did do was just to ward away any customers that got a little too violent.
Being clean - She knows she has to do it... but that doesn't mean she has to like it!
The thought of flying - She's never known - nor does she ever want to know - just how fliers do it. Just how they can be comfortable with the fact that the only thing separating them from the ground is nothing but air is beyond her.
Strengths/Weapons:
Heavy duty - Shale can take a lot of punishment, she was built to after all. Heavy armor and a lot of durability go a long way.
Come in swinging - Shale can pack a pretty powerful punch for as inexperienced as she is. Using her mass to her advantage she tends to swing with all her might from the get go. With no on-board weapons to speak of she had to make do somehow.
Like and open book - Shale can read the mood of a situation very easily. Thus can quickly tell if things are about to turn sour for her or another person.
But they don't fall down - With her heavily armored legs and stout stature Shale has a very low center of gravity. Making it very difficult for her to topple over.
Weaknesses:
So, which end goes toward the bad guys again? - Shale has no combat experience, of really any kind save a few scraps with crazed customers. She's awkward and really clunky with what swings she manages to get in, has no idea how to use a blade, and couldn't hit the broad side of a barge with a blaster.
Like a turtle on it's shell - While it's hard to knock her onto her back once it happens it's equally as hard for her to get back up. This is where her bulk works against her.
Hold still so I can hit you! - With her big body it isn't much of a stretch to say she's slow, in pretty much everything she does. Turning, hitting, even just moving she's slow.
But I don't want to! - Shale hates fighting. She wants to avoid it as much as she possibly can, especially since she's dreadful at it. She could get better but that would cut into time for everything else she has going on! Like taking apart that toaster oven she found last week!
Special Skills:
This mustn't register on an emotional level - Shale can pick up on certain ticks that people may have, such as being jittery when they sit down. She's become very observant after dealing with so many crazy people.
Who sold you the drugs?! - In conjunction with reading habits she can also pick up on side effects of certain drugs. Things like twitching of the hands or face, shivering, stuttering, dilated optics, or irritation/aggression.
Sample RP:
Warning! Hull breach detected!
The computer chirped to the empty seat in front of it, a large red glyph flashing on and off on the screen. Sparks fizzled and rained down from the wires knocked loose from the roof in the emergency landing. Well, that could have hardly been called a landing. It was more along the lines of a careening crash into the side of some mountain that nearly tore apart the pod in the process. Smoke billowed out of the starboard side of the craft, barely reaching the upper atmosphere before the air was too thin to keep the gas' shape any longer. Emergency lights washed the inside of the pod in a dark red, providing barely enough light to see by.
Warning! Hull breach detected!
Her optics reset once...twice...three times before her vision cleared and the floor slowly swam into view. Everything hurt, even the slow beating in her chest keeping her alive. But that meant she was alive, so that was a start...she supposed. Shale slowly pushed herself off the floor and shifted to her elbows in an attempt to stand. Even that slight pressure sent flaming pain through her right shoulder.
The shriek she made was laced with heavy static, her head slamming back onto the floor as she waited out the sudden spike. Once the burning sensation dulled Shale rolled back onto her legs and propped herself against the base of the seat. Tentatively she reached up to inspect what ever was causing the pain. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't what she ended up finding.
Warning! Hull breach detected!
The surface was flat, the edges holding no uniformity to it's cut - she winced as one of her fingers caught a corner - and it was still hot to the touch. A giant shard of glass, do doubt from the hull of the pod, buried several centimeters deep in the crease between her shoulder and forearm. With a loud sigh she rolled her head back to slam against and come to a rest on the seat of the chair behind her.
"Perfect."
She spat the word irritably into the air before her denta ground together, her fingers wrapping around the protrusion. Again her cry was washed in heavy static as the glass was ripped out and rolled onto the floor. Resetting her vocalizer twice in the span of one minute hadn't been how she expected to wake up. Speaking of...how had she survived that ordeal? Where in the Pit had she ended up?
Questions for later, first she needed to find a way out of this death trap. Bracing her hands against the edge of the chair she slowly pushed herself up, feeling her legs quake and almost immediately give out from under her as she let go of the chair. Flailing forward she gripped the console letting it support her weight. The entire world spun around her, or was that the numbing ache she had in her...everything?
Warning! Hull breach de-
The message never finished, Shale's fist made certain of that.
"I heard you the first fragging time."
She muttered her voice still hoarse from not being used for who even knew how long? Her vocalizer was rest once more for good measure. Her grip on the console gradually loosened and she hovered by it for a long moment to make certain her pedes could support her weight again. Good start, now to find a way out of this smoking wreck. The 'breach' wasn't so much a 'breach' as much as a gaping hole in the front of the pod.
How she hadn't been jettisoned into space before making contact with the atmosphere of the planet she didn't know. But certainly was thankful for.
Cradling her injured arm carefully to her chest - grimacing at the slickness oozing down her arm - she scrambled awkwardly through the hole. Blinded by smoke she stood at the nose of the craft and half climbed half slipped her way to the upturned ring of dirt surrounding the crash. Pausing to let her optics adjust to the lack of light Shale carefully walked away from the crash, keeping her steps as quiet as her frame weight allowed. Who knew what was inhabiting this planet and if it meant well or not?
There was this strange...coating of lush green covering the ground. Crouching Shale plucked a few of the sprouts and rolled them between her fingers. Surprised to see it had stained them the same green. Thin structures sprouted from almost everywhere, and when Shale pushed on them they bent and some even toppled over. What was this stuff?
More and more of the lubricant, coolant, and fuel cocktail dripped down her arm. She really hoped she could get that fixed soon. If she could find help at all on this rock. That thought made her stop mid-step. What if there was no help to be found? On this planet, this sector, anywhere at all? What if the two sides had completely wiped each other out by now?
Shale paced as she tried to push those thoughts away. Panicking about this now would do her no good. There had to be somebody- ANYBODY out here who could patch her up and tell her just where in the universe she had ended up. There just had to be...
Name/Alias: Rave
IM/Email:1kitsunehime1@gmail.com
Age: 21
Where did you find us?: Affiliate hopping
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Shale
Age: Early thirties
Gender: Femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Construction waste hauler/Drug dealer
Occupation/Specialization: General repairs and maintenance
Appearance: Shale is bigger than other femmes - considering what she did for a living this shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone at all - her height just shy of Bulkhead's jawline. Though not as bulky, about half his width, she still covered in quite a bit of armor. Her legs being the most fortified part of her body. Being so big she has rather wide hips and shoulders, as well as fairly large hands with four digits each. Painted the simple deep blue of her alt form, with some black trimming and silver lining here and there, she's pretty simple looking compared to others. Her alt's four wheels are settled on her shoulders and at the back of her heels like most other grounder builds. And the headlights are - again, like most grounder frames - on her chest plates. The Autobot sigil is located between her headlights. Her helm is a simple rounded shape covering the back of her neck, gently sloping up to her jaw line, curling up and around her audials, then coming together as a 'widows peak' in the center of her forehead. Her optics are the most plain feature on her extremely plain design, bright blue all they way through with quite a few shutters to keep debris away.
Altmode: 2015 Toyota Tundra
History: She had only one purpose, one goal in her life from the second she set foot outside the well: to lift. To take one thing from one place and move it to another to keep it out of the way. Simple. Shale never tried to dispute her role in life, the caste system worked and it was there for a reason. Who was she, a simple waste hauler, to try and change that? Maybe she didn't care, or maybe as time marched on - the way it always did and always would - that she had grown too used to the norm. Either way life was simple and she enjoyed that.
But it wouldn't be long before more and more began to emerge, more hands to work and not enough time to put them to it. Shale was frightened, she wasn't sure if she would survive with less and less work opportunities sprouting. Then an acquaintance of hers offered her something else. He claimed it an 'entrepreneurial' business, a rather booming one in fact. Especially with the whispering of an upset in the air, a revolution of sorts in the making. Shale heard what he had to say but she didn't like it.
Dealing in illegal substances.
Disgusted she refused his offer immediately, she'd find her own way and wouldn't end up in jail over it. For a while this worked, reaching out to every single opportunity she could get her hands on and working herself to near exhaustion to scratch out a living. That while soon passed and it wasn't long after she took the offer. Surely it couldn't be as bad as others made it out to be. Shale was certain these bots knew what they were doing using this stuff...right? Like most things it began rather smoothly.
She'd give them what they wanted and in return she'd get the credits she'd need. On occasion there was a hiccup - dealing with crazed customers, narrowly escaping the arm of the law, or having issues with the supplier - but nothing that wasn't smoothed over within a cycle or two. Steadily they began getting worse. Customers became more and more violent as their prices went up, officers were more likely to frequent their usual spots, and their supplier was out of contact more often than not.
Then the first attack happened, Six Lasers left in shambles after an act of 'revolution'.
And with it came change. A lot of it.
Credits upon credits were coming in as the revolution went into full swing and Shale was grateful for that. Blinded by all the gain she sold her product with a soft smile and a wish for a good day, relaxed in knowing she'd be sitting comfortably on her collective earnings. Between debris hauling and the sudden boom in sales it seemed to be smooth sailing ahead.
Then it wasn't just revolution on the winds, it was war.
Shale was ashamed, ashamed that she had been thankful for the deaths of so many innocent lives. And for what? Credits? It was time for her to leave and it would not be easy. Not only would the others come for her in fear of her alerting the authorities but the war was slowly beginning to escalate all across the planet. Lines were being drawn and bots were picking sides, those that refused would be shortly dealt with. So many more were going to die and she didn't want to be just another casualty.
So she ran.
As time slipped by Shale kept moving, taking whatever she could to survive before moving on. It wasn't in her to fight, both in the mental and physical meaning. She'd be of no use to either side of this conflict. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it would only take her so far.
The planet was dying. At an alarming rate at that. An attempt at the very Allspark itself resulted in the very life force of the planet being purged into space for it's own protection. And with the Decepticon barricades forbidding off planet travel nobody was getting out by themselves. It wouldn't be long before everything ran dry. This was the end of the road. Then Shale heard that the Autobots found a way.
The Ark.
It was their last- no their ONLY hope of escaping. Whatever life on the other side of the journey didn't matter. They just needed to get off this planet. Shale was quick to secure a placement in the crowds that were boarding the Ark; she wanted to live. It didn't matter where they were going, she just wanted to stop feeling so afraid all of the time. She couldn't avoid it any longer, and boarded the ship with a freshly welded crest on her chest. She'd find a way to be useful, it was better than nothing for sure. The Ark lifted them all toward the emptiness of space and for a moment everything was going peacefully. With that moment gone chaos ensued shortly after.
Heavy fire rained across the entire ship sending crew, military forces, and passengers alike into a frenzy. In this panic many blindly raced for the escape pods hoping to get out while there was still a sliver of a chance to. Shale was caught in the wave of frightened people and tumbled into one said pod. Slowly the Ark grew smaller and smaller as it sent her into space.
Horror stricken she immediately began pressing every button she could find praying the next one would turn her cage back around. Her chances of survival were plummeting by the second as she watched pod after pod around her be shot down, hurtling right back to the surface in flames. In her panic she pressed buttons even more furiously, not sure what they all did but knew one had to take her back.
A jolt at the back of her neck made her shriek. Had one of the aggressors made it to her pod and take it upon themselves to end her life? No. The console in front of her blurred as her vision began to swim. Stasis, the pod was trying to sedate her. No. No not yet. She didn't want to die awake let alone this. But she couldn't fight as she slumped into the seat, watching everything blur around her.
She just hoped Primus would be as forgiving as she'd been told.
Personality: Shale believes actions speak louder than words do. Since she never had to speak much in either of her professions she's never made a habit of making - or enjoying - idle chit chat with others. If spoken to she will reply, but only with what she deems necessary then carry on with what she was doing. Regardless if the other party still wanted to talk or not. She's not much of a people person.
She'd much rather spend her days tinkering with things or working on any projects she may have. It drives her near insane to sit still. Her hands have to be moving constantly or she gets extremely restless. She's rather simple that way. While at work she is content, but that's difficult to tell from the third party standpoint.
Shale doesn't like to talk about how she's feeling, opting to instead keep it to herself. Everything from happiness, anger, sadness and so on is really difficult to read off of her. However it's very easy to tell when these emotions get the best of her, with enough stimuli she essentially becomes the emotion. Save perhaps anger. She likes to keep that to herself no matter what. Let it stew for a little and make a few people sweat, but eventually she'll either let it go or completely forget about it.
She's also extremely critical, both toward others and on herself. Shale will watch what is said and done around her and swiftly judge based on what she's seen. She's very observant that way. Throughout her 'experiences' she's learned a lot about body language and just what it says about others. When it comes to her self criticism it usually derives from her work. As a perfectionist she must do everything the right way. She'll waste over an hour doing something that would probably take another bot just fifteen minutes.
Be warned upon asking her for advice or an opinion. It will be given with no filter. She's very blunt and honest to a fault, believing that the truth hurts but being lied to hurts even more. Shale isn't going to sugar coat anything no matter who it's directed to. She wants to get her point across with as few words as possible.
Likes:
Heavy Lifting - Shale was built to lift and quite enjoys doing it. It gives her a sense of comfort, a reminder that even though she's been through so much she's still her.
Long open stretches of road - When not at work Shale loves to drive. It gives her an escape and a chance to gather her thoughts in private. It also helps burn up some of her seemingly endless energy.
Being dirty - What's the point of being clean if you're just going to get dirty again anyway? She simply loves when she's covered in dirt and grime. It says 'I went out and did something today'. When she's bored and dirty enough she likes to draw on her arms and legs.
Tinkering - While she finds the actual learning part to be a bit of a chore the simple act of taking something apart fills her with joy. If she finds something interesting on the side of the road she'll most likely bring it back and open it up. Just to give herself something to do for the afternoon.
Earth's wildlife - With a VASTLY broader species count on this planet Shale loves to simply watch their behavior. So far her personal favorites are big cats.
Earth's flora and fauna - There's just so much of it all, and they come in so many different colors!
Earth's music - Sometimes hit or miss but she still enjoys it none the less. Her favorite genre thus far is what the humans call 'classic rock'.
Swearing - She does it. A lot. And no she's not going to stop.
Dislikes:
Having her things touched - Shale has a very specific place for her tools and equipment and cannot stand when they are moved. Especially without her permission. It's there for a reason, do not touch it. Please.
Medics - Not so much a dislike, just a sort of...unease. She fully realizes that they are vital in these trying times, she just gets this uneasy feeling around them. The very thought of having someone fiddling under her hood while she's in stasis gives her the creeps.
Having her work ruined - With how much time and effort she put into what she's doing it drives her up the wall whenever she see it ruined. Can't it just stay fixed for ten minutes?!
Large bodies of water - Ponds, streams, and rivers she's perfectly fine with. But anything bigger than those and she's wary of it.
Conflict - Shale is extremely non-confrontational, mostly because she has no battle experience what-so-ever. What little fighting she did do was just to ward away any customers that got a little too violent.
Being clean - She knows she has to do it... but that doesn't mean she has to like it!
The thought of flying - She's never known - nor does she ever want to know - just how fliers do it. Just how they can be comfortable with the fact that the only thing separating them from the ground is nothing but air is beyond her.
Strengths/Weapons:
Heavy duty - Shale can take a lot of punishment, she was built to after all. Heavy armor and a lot of durability go a long way.
Come in swinging - Shale can pack a pretty powerful punch for as inexperienced as she is. Using her mass to her advantage she tends to swing with all her might from the get go. With no on-board weapons to speak of she had to make do somehow.
Like and open book - Shale can read the mood of a situation very easily. Thus can quickly tell if things are about to turn sour for her or another person.
But they don't fall down - With her heavily armored legs and stout stature Shale has a very low center of gravity. Making it very difficult for her to topple over.
Weaknesses:
So, which end goes toward the bad guys again? - Shale has no combat experience, of really any kind save a few scraps with crazed customers. She's awkward and really clunky with what swings she manages to get in, has no idea how to use a blade, and couldn't hit the broad side of a barge with a blaster.
Like a turtle on it's shell - While it's hard to knock her onto her back once it happens it's equally as hard for her to get back up. This is where her bulk works against her.
Hold still so I can hit you! - With her big body it isn't much of a stretch to say she's slow, in pretty much everything she does. Turning, hitting, even just moving she's slow.
But I don't want to! - Shale hates fighting. She wants to avoid it as much as she possibly can, especially since she's dreadful at it. She could get better but that would cut into time for everything else she has going on! Like taking apart that toaster oven she found last week!
Special Skills:
This mustn't register on an emotional level - Shale can pick up on certain ticks that people may have, such as being jittery when they sit down. She's become very observant after dealing with so many crazy people.
Who sold you the drugs?! - In conjunction with reading habits she can also pick up on side effects of certain drugs. Things like twitching of the hands or face, shivering, stuttering, dilated optics, or irritation/aggression.
Sample RP:
Warning! Hull breach detected!
The computer chirped to the empty seat in front of it, a large red glyph flashing on and off on the screen. Sparks fizzled and rained down from the wires knocked loose from the roof in the emergency landing. Well, that could have hardly been called a landing. It was more along the lines of a careening crash into the side of some mountain that nearly tore apart the pod in the process. Smoke billowed out of the starboard side of the craft, barely reaching the upper atmosphere before the air was too thin to keep the gas' shape any longer. Emergency lights washed the inside of the pod in a dark red, providing barely enough light to see by.
Warning! Hull breach detected!
Her optics reset once...twice...three times before her vision cleared and the floor slowly swam into view. Everything hurt, even the slow beating in her chest keeping her alive. But that meant she was alive, so that was a start...she supposed. Shale slowly pushed herself off the floor and shifted to her elbows in an attempt to stand. Even that slight pressure sent flaming pain through her right shoulder.
The shriek she made was laced with heavy static, her head slamming back onto the floor as she waited out the sudden spike. Once the burning sensation dulled Shale rolled back onto her legs and propped herself against the base of the seat. Tentatively she reached up to inspect what ever was causing the pain. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but it certainly wasn't what she ended up finding.
Warning! Hull breach detected!
The surface was flat, the edges holding no uniformity to it's cut - she winced as one of her fingers caught a corner - and it was still hot to the touch. A giant shard of glass, do doubt from the hull of the pod, buried several centimeters deep in the crease between her shoulder and forearm. With a loud sigh she rolled her head back to slam against and come to a rest on the seat of the chair behind her.
"Perfect."
She spat the word irritably into the air before her denta ground together, her fingers wrapping around the protrusion. Again her cry was washed in heavy static as the glass was ripped out and rolled onto the floor. Resetting her vocalizer twice in the span of one minute hadn't been how she expected to wake up. Speaking of...how had she survived that ordeal? Where in the Pit had she ended up?
Questions for later, first she needed to find a way out of this death trap. Bracing her hands against the edge of the chair she slowly pushed herself up, feeling her legs quake and almost immediately give out from under her as she let go of the chair. Flailing forward she gripped the console letting it support her weight. The entire world spun around her, or was that the numbing ache she had in her...everything?
Warning! Hull breach de-
The message never finished, Shale's fist made certain of that.
"I heard you the first fragging time."
She muttered her voice still hoarse from not being used for who even knew how long? Her vocalizer was rest once more for good measure. Her grip on the console gradually loosened and she hovered by it for a long moment to make certain her pedes could support her weight again. Good start, now to find a way out of this smoking wreck. The 'breach' wasn't so much a 'breach' as much as a gaping hole in the front of the pod.
How she hadn't been jettisoned into space before making contact with the atmosphere of the planet she didn't know. But certainly was thankful for.
Cradling her injured arm carefully to her chest - grimacing at the slickness oozing down her arm - she scrambled awkwardly through the hole. Blinded by smoke she stood at the nose of the craft and half climbed half slipped her way to the upturned ring of dirt surrounding the crash. Pausing to let her optics adjust to the lack of light Shale carefully walked away from the crash, keeping her steps as quiet as her frame weight allowed. Who knew what was inhabiting this planet and if it meant well or not?
There was this strange...coating of lush green covering the ground. Crouching Shale plucked a few of the sprouts and rolled them between her fingers. Surprised to see it had stained them the same green. Thin structures sprouted from almost everywhere, and when Shale pushed on them they bent and some even toppled over. What was this stuff?
More and more of the lubricant, coolant, and fuel cocktail dripped down her arm. She really hoped she could get that fixed soon. If she could find help at all on this rock. That thought made her stop mid-step. What if there was no help to be found? On this planet, this sector, anywhere at all? What if the two sides had completely wiped each other out by now?
Shale paced as she tried to push those thoughts away. Panicking about this now would do her no good. There had to be somebody- ANYBODY out here who could patch her up and tell her just where in the universe she had ended up. There just had to be...