Smokescreen
Feb 17, 2020 18:55:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2020 18:55:23 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO
Name/Alias: Malorie ( Mal )
Age: 20
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Smokescreen
Age: Late teens, early twenties ( 18-20 )
Gender: Mech
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Elite Guardian
Occupation/Specialization: Rookie of Team Prime
APPEARANCE:
A Finish Flashier Than My Own: This diligent young Bot has an array of flashy colors, the primary pigment being a light gray hue. Eager, illuminating baby blue orbs grasp one’s attention, unable to dismiss the enthusiasm mingling within. Grey pads the grounder’s neck and biceps, a darker blue brushing the boy’s chassis. The articulate design of Smokescreen’s helm presents a red painted crest wrapping about the ashen gray of his features. A red Autobot insignia is grafted upon the center of the boy’s chassis, while twin Elite Guard insignias are branded upon the round, smooth surface of his shoulder pads. Snippets of that same baby blue hue attach to his forearms, pedes, and shoulder pads. Baby blue biolights mimic the bright blue that his optics give off, appearing here and there throughout his frame.
More Than Meets The Eye: Smokescreen’s plating is quite flamboyant, jutting out every which way. His digits’ plating overlaps one another and sticks outward when clenched and flattens when retracted. Doorwings are mounted upon Smokescreen’s back strut and have the ability to move upward and downward, possessing minimal ability to move side to side. Said doorwings also gravitate with emotion, without him wishing so.
An Average Size: The Rookie is 3,450 pounds, nearly 2 tons-- 21 feet tall. While he isn’t too terribly tall, his frame is rather stocky in stature though slender all the same. The young bot can be nimble on his pedes, though at times can be clumsy. Smokescreen’s vehicle mode is all but discrete, high-pitched in take-off and exceptionally fast. Sleek and agile, the Ferrari has the ability to kick it up to 60 miles an hour in 3 seconds.
Optic Color: Baby blue
Color Scheme: Light gray, Red, and Blue
Height: 21 feet
Weight: Nearly 2 tons
Body Build: Slightly stocky, doorwings, ground make.
Noticeable Physical Traits: The crest upon his head is quite noticeable, as well as his doorwings.
Altmode: Ferrari 458 Italia
PERTINENT HISTORY:
The war waged. It had been many eons since it had begun, the newly sparked Cybertronian mech was plunged into turmoil. Smokescreen knew that he belonged on the side that valued loyalty, life, and freedom above all. The young mecha witnessed the soldiers and their undying loyalty to Optimus Prime, and it was there that Smokescreen found it sure in his spark that he must join the cause against the evil. He had wished to be paramount among the soldiers, setting an example by his lead. Smokescreen had not suppressed the excitement his spark radiated. The Elite Guard was presented to his young mind, disciplining himself as time progressed. Overwhelmed with fear, Smokescreen had urged his unfamiliar frame as persistently possible to complete the tasks the sergeant had required of him. What he kept reminding his bruised and battered cranial chamber was this: This was his destiny. Something the Well allowed him, implanted within the genetic coding he was comprised of. Each trial he surpassed, observing those doing just as well or better-- Smokescreen had merely sought to perform the best.
It wasn’t frequent that Smokescreen failed.
Their final trials approaching, the young Autobot Elite Guardian refrained from rest unless necessary. Smokescreen had known he would be extraordinary. As the day of reckoning reared its head, Smokescreen immediately worked hard to prove himself. Trial after trial did Smokescreen perform, acing each and every one. Or so he had tricked himself into thinking. The Sargents presented the results, revealing their deployments after graduation… the young mech had been crushed. It had shown on his face, a subtle lip curl, disappointment wavered in his optics. He had thought to himself, “Guarding an old bot rather than kickin’ Decepticon tailpipe?” He had not understood. He was the best they possessed. How?
Smokescreen failed.
It had seemed like eons depleted-- wasted-- only to end up on Guard duty. It was no secret Smokescreen became infuriated, disappointed, and dejected. Once the young Autobot had been in the presence of Alpha Trion himself, he had felt the power radiating from the wise old bot. The way he recollected him speaking and feeling the aura about him had reminded Smokescreen of the Autobot Commander at the time. His undivided attention had been directed to the older Autobot, standing stiffly before him to await orders. And that job had been such, Guarding the entrance of the Hall of Records, keeping it safe from enemy grasp, along with Alpha Trion’s safety as well. It felt unreal, and… downright disappointing.
When Smokescreen had possessed free time, he had explored the Hall of Records to its extent. Reading up on important records, Cybertronians, and history, Smokescreen wished to familiarized himself with subjects deemed important to him. One faithful day, they received word that enemy lines were closing in. Finally! Smokescreen had a chance to prove himself, to see real combat, to show the enemy what it means to mess with Smoke-. Blackness.
Captured by Decepticon forces, the young mecha recalled wishing to roam those Halls once again… far better than having his shoulder plates pressed uncomfortably together, arms straining above his helm. He had been unable to stay conscious for long, not until he regained strength. With precision had the youngling gave a guard the slip, boarding an escape pod. It had launched abruptly, knocking him into stasis. Because of this, Smokescreen had been frozen, spared from the war… knowledge and experience locked.
Decepticons blasted his escape pod open upon landing, attempting to restrain him. Without avail, the youngling evaded the ‘Cons and retreated into the vegetation upon the unknown world he now landed upon. Did they follow him here? How did they locate him so quickly? All questions raised once the next fight began, and Autobots appeared from a Ground Bridge. There were several questions plaguing him, but first? Crush some ‘Con, meet Optimus Prime later.
What’d he say it was? Destiny? Right on.
PERSONALITY:
Young and Foolish: It is no secret that the young Autobot Rookie is not able to distinguish the minor aspects of right and wrong. More so, Smokescreen has had minimal direction ( excluding combat ) in the arts of social interaction. While the young bot was not entirely alone during his Elite Guard training, none of his comrades knew any more than he did. Thrown into the midst of a war, without any other direction, was all he knew.
The Upsides: The brighter side of the youngling’s personality arises from his usual ecstatic demeanor. Flamboyant in many aspects, his outgoing nature allows him to always attempt to cheer those around him up if they are not feeling themselves. Smokescreen can, most definitely, be quite sweet and always attempt to have a good time. The loyalty the young bot holds in his spark is outstanding, to the point he would risk his own spark without hesitation. To aid his loyalty comes the honor he has for his opponents… he will most definitely work on that one.
The Downsides: While everyone possesses their own quirks, there are always those… minor ones that stand out above all. With these negative traits in play, one can easily oversee the positive to shine a light on the negative. Smokescreen can be arrogant, slightly selfish and downright annoying. When it comes to proving himself, he is pushing others out of his path to please. While this should be a good thing, Smokescreen finds it possible to make it not so-- he will endanger himself ( and others ) to achieve this. And because of his eagerness to prove, he most definitely gets into trouble. He is headstrong, can get arrogant and a bit cocky, even rude sometimes. To top it all off, Smokescreen is exceedingly mischievous in several ways. He is always looking to have some fun, making some simple tasks difficult. As stated previously, he will most definitely get into trouble. While this plays into the rude side of his persona, Smokescreen has a temper on him. If anyone gives him a talking to ( like Arcee ), he would be quick to anger. He does not enjoy being made fun of, mocked by anyone. Smokescreen is sensitive to words, so one must choose them wisely.
LIKES:
The Presence of Others: Being surrounded by those he relies on, looks up to and cares for is how Smokescreen can, on occasion, wind down. With all those lonely nights guarding the Hall of Records, the young Rookie values those who look out for him.
Combat / Training: One of his favorite things is the ability to defend what he firmly believes in, keeping his home safe. It is also something the young one is good at.
Singing: A talent of Smokey’s, he has learned, is singing. Learning this through time spent by himself, music and song was something he relied on in trials of lonesome.
Long Drives: A sure way to calm himself in a sit of despair, anger or boredom of all things. To feel the warmth of the wind against his frame, the young mech values the life around him.
Assisting Others: Offering help to any dire situation helps Smokescreen build confidence within himself. It allows Smokescreen to perfect his positive attitude.
Music: Sort of plays into the whole loneliness card Smokescreen grew up on. Hearing, feeling the beats of the base and winding into the meaning of the lyrics is another of his hobbies, not to mention he is quite good at singing.
DISLIKES:
Evil: Any presence that leads malice as their main trait is automatically not his friend. Harming the innocent is wicked, unwanted.
Tyranny: Forcing those who respect you to refer to you as their “Master” overdraws the line.
Decepticons: They fall under the “evil” and “tyranny” column. They possess no honor, have no reason to kill other than their own personal greed and loathing.
Being Bossed Around: Those who do not possess the right or rank to tell him what’s what ( and be his judge of character ) are not to boss him about.
Being Treated Like He’s Incompetent: Smokescreen, for sure, has his moments-- he is not a newspark ( though he is quite close to classifying as one ) and resents being treated as such. He is capable of himself.
Disappointing Others: Perhaps the largest one of all. All the young mech wishes to do is to please those around him, and to fail… it crushes his spark.
STRENGTHS / WEAPONS:
Smokin’ Energon: Smokescreen’s forearms have the ability to transform into a mid-grade blaster, round in shape and longer than his original servo. The energon blasts are Elite Guard grade, however, may pale in comparison to a heavier grade weapon. While placement is key, battle may be prolonged with Smokescreen’s solo medium grade blasts.
Unruly: His glossa has aided him in distraction, however, can be considered a weakness of his as well. Trained in the Elite Guard, Smokescreen is able to scrap with the best of them. With these facts in play, the Rookie can grasp quite the courageous mentality ( this also gets him into trouble ). Smokescreen is far from weak, however. He is quite resilient, despite what he may think of himself deep down.
Unyielding Motivation: While this also plays into Smokescreen’s unruliness, this part of him derives from his unwavering focus to get what he wants to achieve done. Nothing will stand in the young bot’s path if he is set on getting something done. Nobody gets in his way.
Metallic Durability: Smokescreen’s armor is definitely thickest on his chassis and helm, forged around his life force ( spark chamber ). As for the rest of the Rookie’s plating, it has a medium grade rating upon his shoulder pads, forearms, thighs, upper spinal strut, and pedes. Light armor covers his biceps, joints, servos and neck.
WEAKNESSES:
Spitfire: While it can also be seen as a strength, his mouth emits a sarcastic nature. His opinion slips without a filter, especially to mock the enemy. Smokescreen will do whatever it takes to get under his enemy’s skin, and this could lead to unwanted repercussions.
In Over His Head: Another weakness that stems off of his spitfire mentality, Smokescreen has the tendency to allow his words to be unfiltered. Being said, in other words, he does not always hold his tongue or actions ( he’s almost incapable ). Smokey finds himself facing a greater foe than he can handle, and most definitely will not be able to stand up to them alone. He’ll need a little rescuing from time to time.
Unfocused Emotion: The young bot has a temper to be reckoned with; it will definitely cause him to act out of impulse, which he is prone to do. Anyone could easily use words against him, just like he does himself.
Let’s Tango: Physical weaknesses may derive from a past injury failed to heal, or even a glitch within one’s system. If kicked, blasted or punched a certain way, Smokescreen’s knee joints can become frail. They will buckle and fall, that being due to his experience in boot camp-- they became weak with constant damage from falling. Not to mention general wear and tear.
SPECIAL SKILLS:
Smokescreen is exceptionally skilled at causing his fighting style to be rather different and almost like a dance in a way. Light on his feet and good with balance, Smokescreen will attempt his best to evade onslaughts of rapid fire while administering his own.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLES:
Everything hurt.
Warnings blared across his HUD, his processor attempting to repress memories prior to his placement in the arctic. Smokescreen’s consciousness had evanesced for a brief moment in time only to perceive himself abandoned. The frigid atmosphere about him left his systems malfunctioning; but that wasn’t the denouement to his problems. Once the youngling attempted to rise from his facedown placement in the snow- excruciating pain riveted him in place. A shaky cry was vocalized, followed by audible grimaces after.
Electric blue optics crackled and flashed, threatening to turn off permanently. Smokey’s helm pulsed with ample amounts of pain. Deep gouges ( which could only be a result of Megatron’s digits ) were in his right wing, energon stains streaking down the 38 painted there. Running his glossa across his lower lip, he tasted energon- it took everything Smokescreen had to remain calm, keep his spark from imploding. Had he caused the cut on his lip, or was that a result of inflicted trauma?
The scruff on his cheek was ( as he remembered ) the result of being backhanded. Perhaps his mouth was his greatest enemy. The worst of his injuries was blunt force trauma, most definitely from being beaten. Or was that the battle prior to being captured? He wasn’t sure, but everything was a little fuzzy. Why was he left alive? Smokescreen attempted to rise to a sitting position, finally able to do so. Shouldn’t he be offline?
Snow flurried around him. It wouldn’t be long before his state worsened due to the cold. Would they even come for him? What if his signal was scrambled, and they never did? Smokescreen moved to a standing position, his knee joints nearly giving underneath him. He had to find shelter. He had to survive.
Okay, so maaaaybe things were a little out of hand.
—FINE, it was a LOT out of hand.
The unexplained rush acquired hitting top speeds, frame light as a feather drifting about corners like it was nothing. Not to mention winning. No one knew who he was– all they knew was that flashy Ferrari Italia, winning all the races but never stopping for a reward. The guy that spoke but never left his car. Mysterious. On top of it all, youthful. Youngest there, and somehow, the best. Always left at the first sign of trouble, never stopped and asked. Except for tonight.
Smokescreen understood ( REGRETTABLY ) the foolishness of his hidden activities, and his elaborate ruse would soon be uncovered with his lack of activity, attention and ability to focus due to exhaustion. The youngling felt the guilt of doing things outlawed by the Prime’s rules while upon this earth– the presence of shame residing alike a heavy cloud circulating within his spark. And everything was here to backfire on him, as the trouble found him this time.
——- “you IN the ferrari, stop! now!”
“In the Ferrari?” A snort, swerving around a corner, red and blue flashing behind, “I am the Ferrari!” The boy mused to himself, engine roaring behind him. It reverberated off the walls closed around him. Smokescreen had entered a tunnel, lights reflecting from his frame. The end was near and he went through lightning speed— straight into a busy street in Jasper.
Jasper. The panic built within his chamber, a spew of curses leaving him as he had no other choice but to advance into the town. Swerving through cars and making several close calls, the cops were compiled by the number, attempting to stop him. The town was busy, crowded– but it made him feel trapped, concealed– he was fragged and he knew it.
Name/Alias: Malorie ( Mal )
Age: 20
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Smokescreen
Age: Late teens, early twenties ( 18-20 )
Gender: Mech
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Elite Guardian
Occupation/Specialization: Rookie of Team Prime
APPEARANCE:
A Finish Flashier Than My Own: This diligent young Bot has an array of flashy colors, the primary pigment being a light gray hue. Eager, illuminating baby blue orbs grasp one’s attention, unable to dismiss the enthusiasm mingling within. Grey pads the grounder’s neck and biceps, a darker blue brushing the boy’s chassis. The articulate design of Smokescreen’s helm presents a red painted crest wrapping about the ashen gray of his features. A red Autobot insignia is grafted upon the center of the boy’s chassis, while twin Elite Guard insignias are branded upon the round, smooth surface of his shoulder pads. Snippets of that same baby blue hue attach to his forearms, pedes, and shoulder pads. Baby blue biolights mimic the bright blue that his optics give off, appearing here and there throughout his frame.
More Than Meets The Eye: Smokescreen’s plating is quite flamboyant, jutting out every which way. His digits’ plating overlaps one another and sticks outward when clenched and flattens when retracted. Doorwings are mounted upon Smokescreen’s back strut and have the ability to move upward and downward, possessing minimal ability to move side to side. Said doorwings also gravitate with emotion, without him wishing so.
An Average Size: The Rookie is 3,450 pounds, nearly 2 tons-- 21 feet tall. While he isn’t too terribly tall, his frame is rather stocky in stature though slender all the same. The young bot can be nimble on his pedes, though at times can be clumsy. Smokescreen’s vehicle mode is all but discrete, high-pitched in take-off and exceptionally fast. Sleek and agile, the Ferrari has the ability to kick it up to 60 miles an hour in 3 seconds.
Optic Color: Baby blue
Color Scheme: Light gray, Red, and Blue
Height: 21 feet
Weight: Nearly 2 tons
Body Build: Slightly stocky, doorwings, ground make.
Noticeable Physical Traits: The crest upon his head is quite noticeable, as well as his doorwings.
Altmode: Ferrari 458 Italia
PERTINENT HISTORY:
The war waged. It had been many eons since it had begun, the newly sparked Cybertronian mech was plunged into turmoil. Smokescreen knew that he belonged on the side that valued loyalty, life, and freedom above all. The young mecha witnessed the soldiers and their undying loyalty to Optimus Prime, and it was there that Smokescreen found it sure in his spark that he must join the cause against the evil. He had wished to be paramount among the soldiers, setting an example by his lead. Smokescreen had not suppressed the excitement his spark radiated. The Elite Guard was presented to his young mind, disciplining himself as time progressed. Overwhelmed with fear, Smokescreen had urged his unfamiliar frame as persistently possible to complete the tasks the sergeant had required of him. What he kept reminding his bruised and battered cranial chamber was this: This was his destiny. Something the Well allowed him, implanted within the genetic coding he was comprised of. Each trial he surpassed, observing those doing just as well or better-- Smokescreen had merely sought to perform the best.
It wasn’t frequent that Smokescreen failed.
Their final trials approaching, the young Autobot Elite Guardian refrained from rest unless necessary. Smokescreen had known he would be extraordinary. As the day of reckoning reared its head, Smokescreen immediately worked hard to prove himself. Trial after trial did Smokescreen perform, acing each and every one. Or so he had tricked himself into thinking. The Sargents presented the results, revealing their deployments after graduation… the young mech had been crushed. It had shown on his face, a subtle lip curl, disappointment wavered in his optics. He had thought to himself, “Guarding an old bot rather than kickin’ Decepticon tailpipe?” He had not understood. He was the best they possessed. How?
Smokescreen failed.
It had seemed like eons depleted-- wasted-- only to end up on Guard duty. It was no secret Smokescreen became infuriated, disappointed, and dejected. Once the young Autobot had been in the presence of Alpha Trion himself, he had felt the power radiating from the wise old bot. The way he recollected him speaking and feeling the aura about him had reminded Smokescreen of the Autobot Commander at the time. His undivided attention had been directed to the older Autobot, standing stiffly before him to await orders. And that job had been such, Guarding the entrance of the Hall of Records, keeping it safe from enemy grasp, along with Alpha Trion’s safety as well. It felt unreal, and… downright disappointing.
When Smokescreen had possessed free time, he had explored the Hall of Records to its extent. Reading up on important records, Cybertronians, and history, Smokescreen wished to familiarized himself with subjects deemed important to him. One faithful day, they received word that enemy lines were closing in. Finally! Smokescreen had a chance to prove himself, to see real combat, to show the enemy what it means to mess with Smoke-. Blackness.
Captured by Decepticon forces, the young mecha recalled wishing to roam those Halls once again… far better than having his shoulder plates pressed uncomfortably together, arms straining above his helm. He had been unable to stay conscious for long, not until he regained strength. With precision had the youngling gave a guard the slip, boarding an escape pod. It had launched abruptly, knocking him into stasis. Because of this, Smokescreen had been frozen, spared from the war… knowledge and experience locked.
Decepticons blasted his escape pod open upon landing, attempting to restrain him. Without avail, the youngling evaded the ‘Cons and retreated into the vegetation upon the unknown world he now landed upon. Did they follow him here? How did they locate him so quickly? All questions raised once the next fight began, and Autobots appeared from a Ground Bridge. There were several questions plaguing him, but first? Crush some ‘Con, meet Optimus Prime later.
What’d he say it was? Destiny? Right on.
PERSONALITY:
Young and Foolish: It is no secret that the young Autobot Rookie is not able to distinguish the minor aspects of right and wrong. More so, Smokescreen has had minimal direction ( excluding combat ) in the arts of social interaction. While the young bot was not entirely alone during his Elite Guard training, none of his comrades knew any more than he did. Thrown into the midst of a war, without any other direction, was all he knew.
The Upsides: The brighter side of the youngling’s personality arises from his usual ecstatic demeanor. Flamboyant in many aspects, his outgoing nature allows him to always attempt to cheer those around him up if they are not feeling themselves. Smokescreen can, most definitely, be quite sweet and always attempt to have a good time. The loyalty the young bot holds in his spark is outstanding, to the point he would risk his own spark without hesitation. To aid his loyalty comes the honor he has for his opponents… he will most definitely work on that one.
The Downsides: While everyone possesses their own quirks, there are always those… minor ones that stand out above all. With these negative traits in play, one can easily oversee the positive to shine a light on the negative. Smokescreen can be arrogant, slightly selfish and downright annoying. When it comes to proving himself, he is pushing others out of his path to please. While this should be a good thing, Smokescreen finds it possible to make it not so-- he will endanger himself ( and others ) to achieve this. And because of his eagerness to prove, he most definitely gets into trouble. He is headstrong, can get arrogant and a bit cocky, even rude sometimes. To top it all off, Smokescreen is exceedingly mischievous in several ways. He is always looking to have some fun, making some simple tasks difficult. As stated previously, he will most definitely get into trouble. While this plays into the rude side of his persona, Smokescreen has a temper on him. If anyone gives him a talking to ( like Arcee ), he would be quick to anger. He does not enjoy being made fun of, mocked by anyone. Smokescreen is sensitive to words, so one must choose them wisely.
LIKES:
The Presence of Others: Being surrounded by those he relies on, looks up to and cares for is how Smokescreen can, on occasion, wind down. With all those lonely nights guarding the Hall of Records, the young Rookie values those who look out for him.
Combat / Training: One of his favorite things is the ability to defend what he firmly believes in, keeping his home safe. It is also something the young one is good at.
Singing: A talent of Smokey’s, he has learned, is singing. Learning this through time spent by himself, music and song was something he relied on in trials of lonesome.
Long Drives: A sure way to calm himself in a sit of despair, anger or boredom of all things. To feel the warmth of the wind against his frame, the young mech values the life around him.
Assisting Others: Offering help to any dire situation helps Smokescreen build confidence within himself. It allows Smokescreen to perfect his positive attitude.
Music: Sort of plays into the whole loneliness card Smokescreen grew up on. Hearing, feeling the beats of the base and winding into the meaning of the lyrics is another of his hobbies, not to mention he is quite good at singing.
DISLIKES:
Evil: Any presence that leads malice as their main trait is automatically not his friend. Harming the innocent is wicked, unwanted.
Tyranny: Forcing those who respect you to refer to you as their “Master” overdraws the line.
Decepticons: They fall under the “evil” and “tyranny” column. They possess no honor, have no reason to kill other than their own personal greed and loathing.
Being Bossed Around: Those who do not possess the right or rank to tell him what’s what ( and be his judge of character ) are not to boss him about.
Being Treated Like He’s Incompetent: Smokescreen, for sure, has his moments-- he is not a newspark ( though he is quite close to classifying as one ) and resents being treated as such. He is capable of himself.
Disappointing Others: Perhaps the largest one of all. All the young mech wishes to do is to please those around him, and to fail… it crushes his spark.
STRENGTHS / WEAPONS:
Smokin’ Energon: Smokescreen’s forearms have the ability to transform into a mid-grade blaster, round in shape and longer than his original servo. The energon blasts are Elite Guard grade, however, may pale in comparison to a heavier grade weapon. While placement is key, battle may be prolonged with Smokescreen’s solo medium grade blasts.
Unruly: His glossa has aided him in distraction, however, can be considered a weakness of his as well. Trained in the Elite Guard, Smokescreen is able to scrap with the best of them. With these facts in play, the Rookie can grasp quite the courageous mentality ( this also gets him into trouble ). Smokescreen is far from weak, however. He is quite resilient, despite what he may think of himself deep down.
Unyielding Motivation: While this also plays into Smokescreen’s unruliness, this part of him derives from his unwavering focus to get what he wants to achieve done. Nothing will stand in the young bot’s path if he is set on getting something done. Nobody gets in his way.
Metallic Durability: Smokescreen’s armor is definitely thickest on his chassis and helm, forged around his life force ( spark chamber ). As for the rest of the Rookie’s plating, it has a medium grade rating upon his shoulder pads, forearms, thighs, upper spinal strut, and pedes. Light armor covers his biceps, joints, servos and neck.
WEAKNESSES:
Spitfire: While it can also be seen as a strength, his mouth emits a sarcastic nature. His opinion slips without a filter, especially to mock the enemy. Smokescreen will do whatever it takes to get under his enemy’s skin, and this could lead to unwanted repercussions.
In Over His Head: Another weakness that stems off of his spitfire mentality, Smokescreen has the tendency to allow his words to be unfiltered. Being said, in other words, he does not always hold his tongue or actions ( he’s almost incapable ). Smokey finds himself facing a greater foe than he can handle, and most definitely will not be able to stand up to them alone. He’ll need a little rescuing from time to time.
Unfocused Emotion: The young bot has a temper to be reckoned with; it will definitely cause him to act out of impulse, which he is prone to do. Anyone could easily use words against him, just like he does himself.
Let’s Tango: Physical weaknesses may derive from a past injury failed to heal, or even a glitch within one’s system. If kicked, blasted or punched a certain way, Smokescreen’s knee joints can become frail. They will buckle and fall, that being due to his experience in boot camp-- they became weak with constant damage from falling. Not to mention general wear and tear.
SPECIAL SKILLS:
Smokescreen is exceptionally skilled at causing his fighting style to be rather different and almost like a dance in a way. Light on his feet and good with balance, Smokescreen will attempt his best to evade onslaughts of rapid fire while administering his own.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLES:
Everything hurt.
Warnings blared across his HUD, his processor attempting to repress memories prior to his placement in the arctic. Smokescreen’s consciousness had evanesced for a brief moment in time only to perceive himself abandoned. The frigid atmosphere about him left his systems malfunctioning; but that wasn’t the denouement to his problems. Once the youngling attempted to rise from his facedown placement in the snow- excruciating pain riveted him in place. A shaky cry was vocalized, followed by audible grimaces after.
Electric blue optics crackled and flashed, threatening to turn off permanently. Smokey’s helm pulsed with ample amounts of pain. Deep gouges ( which could only be a result of Megatron’s digits ) were in his right wing, energon stains streaking down the 38 painted there. Running his glossa across his lower lip, he tasted energon- it took everything Smokescreen had to remain calm, keep his spark from imploding. Had he caused the cut on his lip, or was that a result of inflicted trauma?
The scruff on his cheek was ( as he remembered ) the result of being backhanded. Perhaps his mouth was his greatest enemy. The worst of his injuries was blunt force trauma, most definitely from being beaten. Or was that the battle prior to being captured? He wasn’t sure, but everything was a little fuzzy. Why was he left alive? Smokescreen attempted to rise to a sitting position, finally able to do so. Shouldn’t he be offline?
Snow flurried around him. It wouldn’t be long before his state worsened due to the cold. Would they even come for him? What if his signal was scrambled, and they never did? Smokescreen moved to a standing position, his knee joints nearly giving underneath him. He had to find shelter. He had to survive.
Okay, so maaaaybe things were a little out of hand.
—FINE, it was a LOT out of hand.
The unexplained rush acquired hitting top speeds, frame light as a feather drifting about corners like it was nothing. Not to mention winning. No one knew who he was– all they knew was that flashy Ferrari Italia, winning all the races but never stopping for a reward. The guy that spoke but never left his car. Mysterious. On top of it all, youthful. Youngest there, and somehow, the best. Always left at the first sign of trouble, never stopped and asked. Except for tonight.
Smokescreen understood ( REGRETTABLY ) the foolishness of his hidden activities, and his elaborate ruse would soon be uncovered with his lack of activity, attention and ability to focus due to exhaustion. The youngling felt the guilt of doing things outlawed by the Prime’s rules while upon this earth– the presence of shame residing alike a heavy cloud circulating within his spark. And everything was here to backfire on him, as the trouble found him this time.
——- “you IN the ferrari, stop! now!”
“In the Ferrari?” A snort, swerving around a corner, red and blue flashing behind, “I am the Ferrari!” The boy mused to himself, engine roaring behind him. It reverberated off the walls closed around him. Smokescreen had entered a tunnel, lights reflecting from his frame. The end was near and he went through lightning speed— straight into a busy street in Jasper.
Jasper. The panic built within his chamber, a spew of curses leaving him as he had no other choice but to advance into the town. Swerving through cars and making several close calls, the cops were compiled by the number, attempting to stop him. The town was busy, crowded– but it made him feel trapped, concealed– he was fragged and he knew it.