Post by Avalanche on Apr 18, 2020 13:35:58 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO
Name/Alias: Misty
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Avalanche
Age: 40 equivalent
Gender: Femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Construction worker
Occupation/Specialization: Commander/bare-handed melee specialist
Appearance: Avalanche is a massive, solidly armoured femme, built for strength and endurance rather than any kind of delicacy, standing somewhere between Carbine and Optimus's height. Her black helm is made up of swept back armour strips and broad cheek guards, her ring-shaped optics a burning orange. Thick tyres are embedded front-to-back in her shoulders, and a flexible set of horizontal armour strips wraps around her 'stomach', covering the glass of her altmode's windshield.
Her forearms are thick, flat on the front with a half-cylinder on the back where the shining metal of a large piston is exposed, leading down to large, square-tipped hands with solid metal bands adorned with blunt spikes over the knuckles. Her leg structures lead down to chunky, solid boots from the knee down, with three wheels embedded in the backs of each, and a broad, shallow heel leading to a squared-off narrower section at the front.
Much of her basic structure is a simple black, with silver accents from the exposed pistons and twin smoke stacks that lead up her back. Chunks of her upper armour, exposed in her alt mode, are an off-white. Five small, orange running lights decorate the upper edge of her breastplate, drawing attention to the silver Autobot symbol there.
Mounted on her back is a dark blue tower shield, some two-thirds of her height, with a hexagonally cut top leading down in a shallow 'v' to a flat, blunt base.
Pertinent History: Before the war, Avalanche was a low-class construction worker; a femme whose primary function was her ability to carry heavy loads and hammer reinforcing rods into the ground with her bare fists. Without even the talent for architecture that some construction mecha possessed, she felt herself to be on the lowest rungs of society, and so the Decepticon's preaching of equality and liberty for all was initially quite attractive. She attended a few rallies, not quite signed up, but considering it.
Then the terrorism began, and she sharply severed any further contact with the faction. Feeling betrayed, she stayed out of the simmering class-war between Decepticons and Autobots, remaining neutral. For many years, she refused to take sides, helping smaller neutrals stay safe in exchange for assistance in finding sufficient energon to fuel her heavy internal engines. But, eventually, the war could no longer be avoided. When an on-going battle broke into the shelter, she couldn't help but see the way that the Autobots tried to protect the neutrals from the crossfire, while the Decepticons simply didn't care.
She offered a bargain: she'd sign up, if the surviving neutrals were escorted to safety. The Autobot commander told her she didn't need to make such a bargain; they'd be helped regardless. Avalanche chose to sign up anyway.
She wasn't exactly popular with her new faction, and various jibes were tossed her way about her long neutrality. Completely bereft of ranged weapons, or even so much as a deployable blade, Avalanche refused any upgrades to make her bodily systems more complex. Instead, she simply took on more armour at the hands of Autobot combat medics, reinforcing the folding bed of her altmode into a heavy shield. The brutal simplicity of her violent, hands-on fighting style didn't endear her any further to her new comrades, most of whom were equipped to prefer ranged fighting, and the phrase 'Constructicon' was tossed around often enough that she frequently got into brawls over it.
Eventually, she was shunted into a different command, having alienated most of her supposed comrades, where she resolved to work harder at fighting in concert with her fellow soldiers. Digging crude fortifications for her squad, she became better at ensuring they were set up to support her before charging into the fray, and through patient, steady work, made Sergeant. Being responsible for other mecha was a different kind of weight than any she'd borne in her old life, and she leant into it.
Her reckless streak remained, however, and nearly killed her. Charging after a retreating squad of Decepticon combatants, she realised far too late to stop or turn that the ground had been sewn with mines. The resulting chain of detonations did grievous damage to her legs and torso, leaving her smouldering in stasis lock as the battle raged on without her. Salvaged after the battle, her chassis was rebuilt, integrating the slapped-on armour more thoroughly into her structure.
Over time, she gradually climbed the chain of command, despite often being disliked for her blunt-force tactics in battle, and gathered a number of melee-focused fighters under her that suited her spear-thrust, head-on style. Cybertron fell, and the war fragmented into innumerable battle fronts scattered across a resentful galaxy. Eventually, she achieved the rank of Commander through patience and hard graft - though the old cry of 'Constructicon!' was never too far away, if mostly behind her broad back.
After meeting up with another, considerably larger Autobot force on a distant planet, Avalanche reluctantly decided it would be best for her troops to merge with the better-supplied and equipped company, even though she herself had no place there as a surplus commander. Aware of the recently-improved Autobot situation on Earth via encrypted broadcasts, she took what little currency remained for resupply of her emptied-out command, and purchased a one-time space bridge ride from a neutral species with the requisite technology.
Personality: Avalanche is a friendly, good-natured femme that isn't afraid to joke around, though she's sensitive to disrespect due to her long history of being disparaged behind her back (and to her faceplate). While she cares little for the minutia of regulations, she's a firm believer in military discipline when it counts, and many of the rough edges of her personality have been ground down by exposure to responsibility. Nevertheless, her tendency towards losing her temper has merely been channelled, not eliminated, and it isn't particularly hard to provoke a reaction from her.
The position that she's earned, the comrades she's fought beside, and the atrocities she blames the Decepticons for all combine to make her solidly loyal to the Autobot cause. She does still have a soft spot for neutrals, however.
Likes: Camaraderie, plain-speaking, a good drink, heapings of physical violence, respect for her rank, neutrals.
Dislikes: High-class mecha, being looked down on, pointless regulations, and above all, being called a Constructicon.
Strengths/Weapons:
Piledriver fists: heavy pistons in her forearms slam forward at the moment of impact, which makes her punches truly devastating. Light armour offers little resistance, medium armour is badly damaged, and heavy armour is dented inwards by a blow. Subsequent strikes to the same location amplify the effect.
Expert boxer: aeons of practice have made her highly adept in fighting with her bare hands.
Improvised weapon proficiency: skilled with blunt weapons, Avalanche treats everything she can get her hands on like a warhammer; sword, hammer, enemy, tree, all are treated much the same, swung accurately and punishingly hard.
Extreme strength: Avalanche is built for strength, with raw actuator power and reinforced grip leading her to crush and wrench apart her less armoured opponents with her bare hands. She is capable of heaving a bus-sized boulder, uprooting trees and telegraph poles with relative ease, and punching through average walls.
Heavy armour: densely layered heavy armour plating makes the former construction mecha a walking tank by anyone's standards.
Tower shield: a slab of rigid armour plating classed as fortified heavy, with spikes along the lower edge to dig into the ground when slammed down.
Experienced commander: many years on the battlefield make her an experienced leader under fire, though she lacks tactical subtlety.
Weaknesses:
No ranged weapons: the complete absence of deployable weapons leaves Avalanche unable to combat any opponent she cannot physically reach, due to terrain or flight capability, and forces her to close to point-blank range to fight effectively.
Terrible shot: as a result of her inexperience with ranged weapons, Avalanche is unable to hit the broadside of a barn even if supplied with such equipment.
No right turn, no brakes: once Avalanche is fully in motion, her sheer inertia makes it very hard to stop or change direction, robbing her of any battlefield agility.
Heavyweight: her massive frame makes her a very poor jumper, and makes bipedal movement difficult on soft ground.
Shield momentum: the thickness of her armoured shield makes it ponderous to manoeuvre, preventing it from being swung around quickly to block attacks from multiple directions.
Inefficient engines: the rugged simplicity of her internal mechanisms means she requires more energon than even other mecha of her size class to remain fully operational.
Quick temper: many years of sniping and backbiting among her own faction has given her very little patience for disrespect or trouble making.
Weak spots: while her optics are visored in combat, the lower half of her faceplate is vulnerable to enemy fire. A light opponent clinging to her back could fire down the twin exhausts running parallel to her spine, with severe consequences to her internal workings.
Special Skills:
As a former construction mech, she has the knowledge and ability to put together bluntly functional structures such as bunkers and dig out trenches, but has no true architectural skills.
Extra Info: Nope!
Sample RP:
Avalanche was feeling a bit cramped.
She'd hung out in any number of rotten dives over the millennia, some of them cramped bunkers under battle conditions, some of them lousy bars that eked out the energon with any old chemical crap that glowed pink for long enough, but she'd never tried to live in a facility built by weird little sentients that were merely ankle high. At least the communal areas were a decent size, but she couldn't hang out there all the time.
So here she was, trying to make herself comfortable in a chair made out of sketchy alloys that groaned and creaked in non-sentient protest every time she even slightly shifted her considerable weight, the green, squared-off slab of her shield propped up against the wall beside her desk like a field-umbrella.
She had a desk now. The torment never ended. At least there was an energon cube on it to sip from.
The fact of it was, she was feeling a little nervous, and when she felt nervous, it made her defensive, and that brought her short temper to the fore. She didn't know these mecha. They hadn't earned each other's trust on the battlefield. Some of them, inevitably, would be the kind that thought themselves too good to take orders from a scratched-up, rough-edged bulldozer of a femme like her.
It was her job to prove them wrong, however necessary. And as for the rest - it'd be great if they got on. Some of her best drinking buddies - all her best drinking buddies - were fellow soldiers, often soldiers under her command, and she'd get hammered with the best of them. But being friends was optional, and discipline was not.
The door signal beeped. Standing up, resting one hand loosely on the back of her inadequate little chair, Avalanche called, "Come in."
Name/Alias: Misty
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Avalanche
Age: 40 equivalent
Gender: Femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Construction worker
Occupation/Specialization: Commander/bare-handed melee specialist
Appearance: Avalanche is a massive, solidly armoured femme, built for strength and endurance rather than any kind of delicacy, standing somewhere between Carbine and Optimus's height. Her black helm is made up of swept back armour strips and broad cheek guards, her ring-shaped optics a burning orange. Thick tyres are embedded front-to-back in her shoulders, and a flexible set of horizontal armour strips wraps around her 'stomach', covering the glass of her altmode's windshield.
Her forearms are thick, flat on the front with a half-cylinder on the back where the shining metal of a large piston is exposed, leading down to large, square-tipped hands with solid metal bands adorned with blunt spikes over the knuckles. Her leg structures lead down to chunky, solid boots from the knee down, with three wheels embedded in the backs of each, and a broad, shallow heel leading to a squared-off narrower section at the front.
Much of her basic structure is a simple black, with silver accents from the exposed pistons and twin smoke stacks that lead up her back. Chunks of her upper armour, exposed in her alt mode, are an off-white. Five small, orange running lights decorate the upper edge of her breastplate, drawing attention to the silver Autobot symbol there.
Mounted on her back is a dark blue tower shield, some two-thirds of her height, with a hexagonally cut top leading down in a shallow 'v' to a flat, blunt base.
Altmode: Her altform is a Mack RD686 dump truck, with a dark blue container formed from her tower shield, atop an off-white cab. Her name is stencilled down the side of the cab's nose in silver, with a silver Autobot symbol in place of the Mack badge, and a scratched-up road sign denoting 'falling rocks' is mounted atop her front bumper.
Holo: Avalanche's holo form is a muscled, dark haired woman with dark eyes.
Pertinent History: Before the war, Avalanche was a low-class construction worker; a femme whose primary function was her ability to carry heavy loads and hammer reinforcing rods into the ground with her bare fists. Without even the talent for architecture that some construction mecha possessed, she felt herself to be on the lowest rungs of society, and so the Decepticon's preaching of equality and liberty for all was initially quite attractive. She attended a few rallies, not quite signed up, but considering it.
Then the terrorism began, and she sharply severed any further contact with the faction. Feeling betrayed, she stayed out of the simmering class-war between Decepticons and Autobots, remaining neutral. For many years, she refused to take sides, helping smaller neutrals stay safe in exchange for assistance in finding sufficient energon to fuel her heavy internal engines. But, eventually, the war could no longer be avoided. When an on-going battle broke into the shelter, she couldn't help but see the way that the Autobots tried to protect the neutrals from the crossfire, while the Decepticons simply didn't care.
She offered a bargain: she'd sign up, if the surviving neutrals were escorted to safety. The Autobot commander told her she didn't need to make such a bargain; they'd be helped regardless. Avalanche chose to sign up anyway.
She wasn't exactly popular with her new faction, and various jibes were tossed her way about her long neutrality. Completely bereft of ranged weapons, or even so much as a deployable blade, Avalanche refused any upgrades to make her bodily systems more complex. Instead, she simply took on more armour at the hands of Autobot combat medics, reinforcing the folding bed of her altmode into a heavy shield. The brutal simplicity of her violent, hands-on fighting style didn't endear her any further to her new comrades, most of whom were equipped to prefer ranged fighting, and the phrase 'Constructicon' was tossed around often enough that she frequently got into brawls over it.
Eventually, she was shunted into a different command, having alienated most of her supposed comrades, where she resolved to work harder at fighting in concert with her fellow soldiers. Digging crude fortifications for her squad, she became better at ensuring they were set up to support her before charging into the fray, and through patient, steady work, made Sergeant. Being responsible for other mecha was a different kind of weight than any she'd borne in her old life, and she leant into it.
Her reckless streak remained, however, and nearly killed her. Charging after a retreating squad of Decepticon combatants, she realised far too late to stop or turn that the ground had been sewn with mines. The resulting chain of detonations did grievous damage to her legs and torso, leaving her smouldering in stasis lock as the battle raged on without her. Salvaged after the battle, her chassis was rebuilt, integrating the slapped-on armour more thoroughly into her structure.
Over time, she gradually climbed the chain of command, despite often being disliked for her blunt-force tactics in battle, and gathered a number of melee-focused fighters under her that suited her spear-thrust, head-on style. Cybertron fell, and the war fragmented into innumerable battle fronts scattered across a resentful galaxy. Eventually, she achieved the rank of Commander through patience and hard graft - though the old cry of 'Constructicon!' was never too far away, if mostly behind her broad back.
After meeting up with another, considerably larger Autobot force on a distant planet, Avalanche reluctantly decided it would be best for her troops to merge with the better-supplied and equipped company, even though she herself had no place there as a surplus commander. Aware of the recently-improved Autobot situation on Earth via encrypted broadcasts, she took what little currency remained for resupply of her emptied-out command, and purchased a one-time space bridge ride from a neutral species with the requisite technology.
Personality: Avalanche is a friendly, good-natured femme that isn't afraid to joke around, though she's sensitive to disrespect due to her long history of being disparaged behind her back (and to her faceplate). While she cares little for the minutia of regulations, she's a firm believer in military discipline when it counts, and many of the rough edges of her personality have been ground down by exposure to responsibility. Nevertheless, her tendency towards losing her temper has merely been channelled, not eliminated, and it isn't particularly hard to provoke a reaction from her.
The position that she's earned, the comrades she's fought beside, and the atrocities she blames the Decepticons for all combine to make her solidly loyal to the Autobot cause. She does still have a soft spot for neutrals, however.
Likes: Camaraderie, plain-speaking, a good drink, heapings of physical violence, respect for her rank, neutrals.
Dislikes: High-class mecha, being looked down on, pointless regulations, and above all, being called a Constructicon.
Strengths/Weapons:
Piledriver fists: heavy pistons in her forearms slam forward at the moment of impact, which makes her punches truly devastating. Light armour offers little resistance, medium armour is badly damaged, and heavy armour is dented inwards by a blow. Subsequent strikes to the same location amplify the effect.
Expert boxer: aeons of practice have made her highly adept in fighting with her bare hands.
Improvised weapon proficiency: skilled with blunt weapons, Avalanche treats everything she can get her hands on like a warhammer; sword, hammer, enemy, tree, all are treated much the same, swung accurately and punishingly hard.
Extreme strength: Avalanche is built for strength, with raw actuator power and reinforced grip leading her to crush and wrench apart her less armoured opponents with her bare hands. She is capable of heaving a bus-sized boulder, uprooting trees and telegraph poles with relative ease, and punching through average walls.
Heavy armour: densely layered heavy armour plating makes the former construction mecha a walking tank by anyone's standards.
Tower shield: a slab of rigid armour plating classed as fortified heavy, with spikes along the lower edge to dig into the ground when slammed down.
Experienced commander: many years on the battlefield make her an experienced leader under fire, though she lacks tactical subtlety.
Weaknesses:
No ranged weapons: the complete absence of deployable weapons leaves Avalanche unable to combat any opponent she cannot physically reach, due to terrain or flight capability, and forces her to close to point-blank range to fight effectively.
Terrible shot: as a result of her inexperience with ranged weapons, Avalanche is unable to hit the broadside of a barn even if supplied with such equipment.
No right turn, no brakes: once Avalanche is fully in motion, her sheer inertia makes it very hard to stop or change direction, robbing her of any battlefield agility.
Heavyweight: her massive frame makes her a very poor jumper, and makes bipedal movement difficult on soft ground.
Shield momentum: the thickness of her armoured shield makes it ponderous to manoeuvre, preventing it from being swung around quickly to block attacks from multiple directions.
Inefficient engines: the rugged simplicity of her internal mechanisms means she requires more energon than even other mecha of her size class to remain fully operational.
Quick temper: many years of sniping and backbiting among her own faction has given her very little patience for disrespect or trouble making.
Weak spots: while her optics are visored in combat, the lower half of her faceplate is vulnerable to enemy fire. A light opponent clinging to her back could fire down the twin exhausts running parallel to her spine, with severe consequences to her internal workings.
Special Skills:
As a former construction mech, she has the knowledge and ability to put together bluntly functional structures such as bunkers and dig out trenches, but has no true architectural skills.
Extra Info: Nope!
Sample RP:
Avalanche was feeling a bit cramped.
She'd hung out in any number of rotten dives over the millennia, some of them cramped bunkers under battle conditions, some of them lousy bars that eked out the energon with any old chemical crap that glowed pink for long enough, but she'd never tried to live in a facility built by weird little sentients that were merely ankle high. At least the communal areas were a decent size, but she couldn't hang out there all the time.
So here she was, trying to make herself comfortable in a chair made out of sketchy alloys that groaned and creaked in non-sentient protest every time she even slightly shifted her considerable weight, the green, squared-off slab of her shield propped up against the wall beside her desk like a field-umbrella.
She had a desk now. The torment never ended. At least there was an energon cube on it to sip from.
The fact of it was, she was feeling a little nervous, and when she felt nervous, it made her defensive, and that brought her short temper to the fore. She didn't know these mecha. They hadn't earned each other's trust on the battlefield. Some of them, inevitably, would be the kind that thought themselves too good to take orders from a scratched-up, rough-edged bulldozer of a femme like her.
It was her job to prove them wrong, however necessary. And as for the rest - it'd be great if they got on. Some of her best drinking buddies - all her best drinking buddies - were fellow soldiers, often soldiers under her command, and she'd get hammered with the best of them. But being friends was optional, and discipline was not.
The door signal beeped. Standing up, resting one hand loosely on the back of her inadequate little chair, Avalanche called, "Come in."
