Ratchet
Oct 3, 2012 17:50:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2012 17:50:49 GMT -5
-Player Info-
Name/Alias: Darthneko
IM/Email: lenoirrose@gmail.com
-Character Info-
Name: Ratchet
Age (or human equivalent): Late 40's equivalent
Gender (or human equivalent): Mech
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Class 2 general purpose medic
Occupation/Specialization: Chief Medical Officer of the Autobot forces
Appearance/Altmode:
Ratchet is middling standard height for a ground frame but heavier set than most, with a stocky build and a frame reinforced and armored for both close combat and the medical necessity of being able to maneuver and haul heavier and larger frames in deadweight stasis lock when necessary. Predominately white with splashes of red over a base gray, his alt is a standard model emergency ambulance, the markings of which can be traced up his broad arms.
History:
Sparked into the base medical tiers of the Towers, Ratchet was, from the first, meant to fulfill the role of a general purpose medic, class 2 - a 'general practitioner' in human terms, unspecialized, with a function's worth of cycles spent in overseeing the routine care and maintenance of high caste clientele. While he was perfectly good at his function Ratchet was ill suited to it, with a restlessness and tendency towards superiority that didn't mesh well with his base function. Within those tiers a certain amount of lateral movement was possible if one could put forward the capital to purchase it - Ratchet, through much of his younger life, poured every credit he made back into his own schooling with a ferocious desire to learn. He purchasing several rounds through the acclaimed Iacon Science Academy in a variety of tangential specialist fields to his own, including surgery, chemistry, bio-metallurgy, and electro neurology.
While this served a dual purpose of expanding his range of available work - he took on additional rotations of research bench work as well as increased medical center rotations - and increasing his livelihood, it also drew criticism from both his peers and his upper class clientele for the excess. One or two additional courses to expand on his original function was acceptable, but Ratchet's drive to constantly know more and apply it was considered nothing but pointless arrogance on his part. His peers viewed it as a waste of time and the upper class took a dim view of Ratchet 'putting on airs' to try to advance above his station. Ratchet, disregarding the increasing disapproval and opposition, continued on to take specialties in trauma first response, field medicine, and base level quantum mechanics as applied to spark treatment. His ultimate goal, achieved just prior to the milestone High Council address by Megatronus and Orion Pax, was not to advance to a specialist function within the clinics, but to transfer functions wholesale from civilian medicine to military, where a combat field medic might advance in rank the way a civilian specialist never would.
The timing, however, turned out to be expedient - Ratchet, with frame upgrades paid for with the last of his own funds, was in basic training when the first actual Decepticon hostilities broke out. He has, quite literally, served with the Autobots since the point the War was declared, deployed first as a junior field medic and gradually, over time, advancing in rank to the position he holds now as CMO of the Autobot forces and personal physician to the Prime.
Personality:
Ratchet is a medic by choice as well as build. He takes his medical oaths very seriously and is driven by spark trait to help those who need it. The upper castes have been heard to joke that you can take the mech out of the servant class but you can't scrub the servant out of the mech - Ratchet, obstinately, takes a certain amount of pride in this; his duty is to his patients, regardless of type, and he takes both pride and satisfaction in seeing a spark saved and a hurt healed. Likewise, he takes his failures to spark where they weigh on him heavily.
The long millennia of the dragging war have taken a personality that was, as its base, proud, willful, obstinate, and independent, and added a layer of deep cynicism which Ratchet uses as a shield - better, by far, to give someone the sharper edge of his temper then to display his own misgivings and feelings for all to see. His surface abrasive disregard hides precisely the opposite, both to others and to himself, giving him a brashness to fall back on rather than dwell on his own fears for his patients. It has also given him a knife edge hardness that he has deliberately cultivated, because war has drawn dividing lines and not everyone can or should be viewed as a patient when they could be more useful as a prisoner or even deactivated. The greater good, in Ratchet's opinion, HAS to trump the individual, or the war will never end.
He has a native distrust of allowing others too close, something that has been entrenched since his patients have progressively grown younger while he's grown older, leaving him in much the role of caretaker and tutor rather than comrade. His disdain of other species and cultures is the product of (many) more than one encounter during the long route to Earth - and before - which dissolved into rampant xenophobia on one or both sides, and having borne witness to the growing stigma the Cybertronian race has come under by other galactic races. While he has grown to appreciate some individual humans it is still very much a case by case basis and Ratchet continues to view the governments of Earth in much the same way you might view an overcharged combiner who wasn't looking where it stepped.
Likes: Saving a patient, things that work smoothly, a successfully completed experiment, quiet, order, cleanliness, people NOT getting themselves slagged carelessly, good maintenance, upkept records, and occasionally a chance to show off some of his skills (preferably before he forgets he's anything but a field medic).
Dislikes: Chaos, loud raucous noises, carelessness (or worse, deliberate damage), people who don't seem to care about their own wellbeing, being taken for granted, things that don't work right or aren't reliable, and, worst of all, not being able to help someone in need.
Strengths/Weapons:
Weaknesses:
Special skills (that are not weapon related):
Ratchet is a tolerable research scientist in the fields of biomechanics and chemistry. While he never pursued a higher level of achievement in the purely scientific fields, he can certainly handle himself in a laboratory.
Sample RP:
The quandary of his function was that Ratchet spent breems in laboratories on some rotations, and breems in his office on others, and it forever seemed like wherever he was the other could be a better use of his limited time and ample skills. In the laboratories he tended to dwell on all of the patients he had to turn away, but then, once back in his office, he found that the standard level of patient in Iacon barely qualified for the designation and honestly, there were experiments with quantum wavelengths for mesh regeneration that were just waiting for him to finish them and instead here he was, stuck in his one-exam-room box of an office, tending to yet another Senatorial aide's tank corrosion or the random work accident related injury or the ever-present mid-vorn checkups of his regular patients.
There were far better uses of his time, but the sad fact was that the better uses didn't generally keep him in berth and energon. More's the pity.
He was in the process of wrapping up the re-alignment of a lanky flight-frame's left radial strut - work related, clipped against something bigger and heavier (like, oh, a building), and Ratchet had privately tagged 'overcharged' to the list though he wasn't sure if that belonged to the flight mech or the load crane operator who had nearly hit the flyer - and was taking off the neural blocks when a request ping came in. Lovely. Probably another working mech who had....
....well. Ratchet paused over the designation, optics flaring briefly. Technically, it was work related, even if the Iacon elite were disinclined to view much of the lower classes as 'workers' so much as functional objects.
He finished removing the neural blocks, instructed the mech on proper after care ("So help me Primus, don't do it AGAIN!") and walked the flyer back out to the door of his office. There were two mechs in the waiting room, but he only had optics for one.
"You." He stabbed a finger at the administrative model, one of the lowest rung of council aides who was due for an exam and tune-up. "Reschedule, two rotations from now, sixteenth breem." Ratchet raised the same finger sharply, cutting off the mech's protest. "No argument. Medical prerogative. You are not currently draining internally and if you're not draining out then it can slagging wait. YOU." His hand came to bear on the battered warrior class hunched into the seat at the far end, finger jabbing in the direction of the large mech's chassis, and then swung about to stab at the exam room door. "In. On the berth. NOW."
Name/Alias: Darthneko
IM/Email: lenoirrose@gmail.com
-Character Info-
Name: Ratchet
Age (or human equivalent): Late 40's equivalent
Gender (or human equivalent): Mech
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Autobot
Original Occupation: Class 2 general purpose medic
Occupation/Specialization: Chief Medical Officer of the Autobot forces
Appearance/Altmode:
Ratchet is middling standard height for a ground frame but heavier set than most, with a stocky build and a frame reinforced and armored for both close combat and the medical necessity of being able to maneuver and haul heavier and larger frames in deadweight stasis lock when necessary. Predominately white with splashes of red over a base gray, his alt is a standard model emergency ambulance, the markings of which can be traced up his broad arms.
History:
Sparked into the base medical tiers of the Towers, Ratchet was, from the first, meant to fulfill the role of a general purpose medic, class 2 - a 'general practitioner' in human terms, unspecialized, with a function's worth of cycles spent in overseeing the routine care and maintenance of high caste clientele. While he was perfectly good at his function Ratchet was ill suited to it, with a restlessness and tendency towards superiority that didn't mesh well with his base function. Within those tiers a certain amount of lateral movement was possible if one could put forward the capital to purchase it - Ratchet, through much of his younger life, poured every credit he made back into his own schooling with a ferocious desire to learn. He purchasing several rounds through the acclaimed Iacon Science Academy in a variety of tangential specialist fields to his own, including surgery, chemistry, bio-metallurgy, and electro neurology.
While this served a dual purpose of expanding his range of available work - he took on additional rotations of research bench work as well as increased medical center rotations - and increasing his livelihood, it also drew criticism from both his peers and his upper class clientele for the excess. One or two additional courses to expand on his original function was acceptable, but Ratchet's drive to constantly know more and apply it was considered nothing but pointless arrogance on his part. His peers viewed it as a waste of time and the upper class took a dim view of Ratchet 'putting on airs' to try to advance above his station. Ratchet, disregarding the increasing disapproval and opposition, continued on to take specialties in trauma first response, field medicine, and base level quantum mechanics as applied to spark treatment. His ultimate goal, achieved just prior to the milestone High Council address by Megatronus and Orion Pax, was not to advance to a specialist function within the clinics, but to transfer functions wholesale from civilian medicine to military, where a combat field medic might advance in rank the way a civilian specialist never would.
The timing, however, turned out to be expedient - Ratchet, with frame upgrades paid for with the last of his own funds, was in basic training when the first actual Decepticon hostilities broke out. He has, quite literally, served with the Autobots since the point the War was declared, deployed first as a junior field medic and gradually, over time, advancing in rank to the position he holds now as CMO of the Autobot forces and personal physician to the Prime.
Personality:
Ratchet is a medic by choice as well as build. He takes his medical oaths very seriously and is driven by spark trait to help those who need it. The upper castes have been heard to joke that you can take the mech out of the servant class but you can't scrub the servant out of the mech - Ratchet, obstinately, takes a certain amount of pride in this; his duty is to his patients, regardless of type, and he takes both pride and satisfaction in seeing a spark saved and a hurt healed. Likewise, he takes his failures to spark where they weigh on him heavily.
The long millennia of the dragging war have taken a personality that was, as its base, proud, willful, obstinate, and independent, and added a layer of deep cynicism which Ratchet uses as a shield - better, by far, to give someone the sharper edge of his temper then to display his own misgivings and feelings for all to see. His surface abrasive disregard hides precisely the opposite, both to others and to himself, giving him a brashness to fall back on rather than dwell on his own fears for his patients. It has also given him a knife edge hardness that he has deliberately cultivated, because war has drawn dividing lines and not everyone can or should be viewed as a patient when they could be more useful as a prisoner or even deactivated. The greater good, in Ratchet's opinion, HAS to trump the individual, or the war will never end.
He has a native distrust of allowing others too close, something that has been entrenched since his patients have progressively grown younger while he's grown older, leaving him in much the role of caretaker and tutor rather than comrade. His disdain of other species and cultures is the product of (many) more than one encounter during the long route to Earth - and before - which dissolved into rampant xenophobia on one or both sides, and having borne witness to the growing stigma the Cybertronian race has come under by other galactic races. While he has grown to appreciate some individual humans it is still very much a case by case basis and Ratchet continues to view the governments of Earth in much the same way you might view an overcharged combiner who wasn't looking where it stepped.
Likes: Saving a patient, things that work smoothly, a successfully completed experiment, quiet, order, cleanliness, people NOT getting themselves slagged carelessly, good maintenance, upkept records, and occasionally a chance to show off some of his skills (preferably before he forgets he's anything but a field medic).
Dislikes: Chaos, loud raucous noises, carelessness (or worse, deliberate damage), people who don't seem to care about their own wellbeing, being taken for granted, things that don't work right or aren't reliable, and, worst of all, not being able to help someone in need.
Strengths/Weapons:
- Tools of the Trade - Ratchet's primary weapons are modified surgical tools, in particular dual matching heavy calibre blades in his forearms that are meant for doing endomass surgery on shuttle grade and combiner frames. Strut saws and welding torches also, he has found, make perfectly serviceable weapons in a pinch.
- Put to Good Use - the trouble with facing a medic in combat is that the medic knows PRECISELY where to hit you to make it count. The joints, the sensors, the neural relays, the frame weaknesses and gaps - Ratchet knows it all, and if he can get close enough to take a jab at it the enemy is in trouble. Who knew all those base level Academy anatomy courses would be good for so much?
- Stronger, Faster - Despite his middling grounder height and blocky build, Ratchet can be surprisingly fast for his frame type and deceptively stronger than an enemy might assume. The answer is in his medical modifications, which include reinforced hydraulics for manhandling patients larger than he is.
Weaknesses:
- Close Range Only - Ratchet has no long range weapons or blasters, being completely unwilling to sacrifice the medical tools he needs in order to make room for the additional integrated systems. He is, instead, limited to close range combat only and his stocky build makes him an easy target from further away.
- Dammit, Optimus, I'm a doctor, not a… - Despite having gone through the baseline of military training, Ratchet's focus and posting have always been as a medic. While he's a perfectly tolerable close range brawler he is not and has never aspired to be a frontline warrior.
- One of a Kind - As the Autobot ranks have grown increasingly smaller Ratchet has found himself, more often than not, as the only medic on the team. As such, there is no question of him risking himself, even if he should want to - while he has the ability to fix his teammates it would be very touch and go to try to instruct any of them in the means of fixing HIM if he were to take serious wounds.
Special skills (that are not weapon related):
Ratchet is a tolerable research scientist in the fields of biomechanics and chemistry. While he never pursued a higher level of achievement in the purely scientific fields, he can certainly handle himself in a laboratory.
Sample RP:
The quandary of his function was that Ratchet spent breems in laboratories on some rotations, and breems in his office on others, and it forever seemed like wherever he was the other could be a better use of his limited time and ample skills. In the laboratories he tended to dwell on all of the patients he had to turn away, but then, once back in his office, he found that the standard level of patient in Iacon barely qualified for the designation and honestly, there were experiments with quantum wavelengths for mesh regeneration that were just waiting for him to finish them and instead here he was, stuck in his one-exam-room box of an office, tending to yet another Senatorial aide's tank corrosion or the random work accident related injury or the ever-present mid-vorn checkups of his regular patients.
There were far better uses of his time, but the sad fact was that the better uses didn't generally keep him in berth and energon. More's the pity.
He was in the process of wrapping up the re-alignment of a lanky flight-frame's left radial strut - work related, clipped against something bigger and heavier (like, oh, a building), and Ratchet had privately tagged 'overcharged' to the list though he wasn't sure if that belonged to the flight mech or the load crane operator who had nearly hit the flyer - and was taking off the neural blocks when a request ping came in. Lovely. Probably another working mech who had....
....well. Ratchet paused over the designation, optics flaring briefly. Technically, it was work related, even if the Iacon elite were disinclined to view much of the lower classes as 'workers' so much as functional objects.
He finished removing the neural blocks, instructed the mech on proper after care ("So help me Primus, don't do it AGAIN!") and walked the flyer back out to the door of his office. There were two mechs in the waiting room, but he only had optics for one.
"You." He stabbed a finger at the administrative model, one of the lowest rung of council aides who was due for an exam and tune-up. "Reschedule, two rotations from now, sixteenth breem." Ratchet raised the same finger sharply, cutting off the mech's protest. "No argument. Medical prerogative. You are not currently draining internally and if you're not draining out then it can slagging wait. YOU." His hand came to bear on the battered warrior class hunched into the seat at the far end, finger jabbing in the direction of the large mech's chassis, and then swung about to stab at the exam room door. "In. On the berth. NOW."