Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2013 16:10:45 GMT -5
Where did you find us?: Mutant Revolution Online
What is bulkhead's favorite color?: 55
Name: D-87; Bonfire
Age (or human equivalent): Mid thirties
Gender (or human equivalent): Male
Original Occupation: Miner converted to a Gladiator
Occupation/Specialization: Explosive/ heavy weapon specialist
Appearance/Altmode: His alt-mode is the Boeing AH-64D Apache Longbow. The helicopter is painted malt grey with a wide, shark teeth-type jar painted on the front of it.
His basic color is a malt grey with accents of army green and splashes of white when he transforms. Bonfire is about the size of and mass of Ratchet. When he transforms, the chassis of the helicopter folds in half and his helm comes up from under the main rotor blades. The cabin of the Apache compresses and become his main chassis while his servos expand from the back of the helicopter's chassis. His legs and pedes are made from the tail section. His right pede is one that keeps the stabilizing rotor. His main rotors fold together and snap into pieces, resulting in a pattern that works like an old Native American headdress. The main cannon follows his left servo and attaches to the area near his wrist while the rockets and bombs fold into his pelvic region.
History: D-87 was full-frame sparked as an Energon miner shortly before the start of the war. Like most inspiring bots of the mining caste, D-87 tried to escape his sparked identity by joining the Gladiator rings. At first, D-87 had poor success in the rings, losing several fights. However, he earned his name Bonfire during a battle royal that had a burning molten pit in the middle. Between death as molten metal or survival, D-87's skills suddenly blazed to life, destroying every other bot in the ring. However, it was to be one of his last fights in the rings as the battles were shut down as the Great War started to unfold.
The ideals of the Decepticons that spoke of a world in which all bots were created created equal excited the newly self-named Bonfire. He quickly joined along with the rest of his cohort to fight the oppressive Autobots that only strived by living off of the lower classes. Using the skills he learned in the ring, the fiery Decepticon fought on the front lines for several cycles before gaining a position as a combat leader, having several other Decepticons under his command. Although he was not entirely proud of some of the things the Decepticon's did in order to win the war, Bonfire held on to the ideal that ending the war would bring peace and harmony to all Cybertronians. As the war continued of the millenniums, more and more radical actions were taken in hopes of ending the war that was killing off their species. Still, Bonfire hoped that peace was possible.
After the death of Cybertron, Bonfire helped to eliminate the remaining Autobots that had to remain behind after the Ark and Nemesis were launched off in search of energon. Running short on supplies and remaining Autobots, Bonfire and several others savaged a transport in order to make the trip to Earth. After the war, Bonfire hopes to run for a position on the newly formed Cybertonian Senate/ Council.
Personality: Bonfire is usually a soft spoken Mech. Sometimes seen as a simpleton by other, more aggressive Decepticons, Bonfire prefers to watch and listen to the others as they squable over power. He has no desire for power, only seeing the war as a means to finally bring peace to the Cybertronians dying species. The Mech is a great soldier, willing to follow orders that may seem dangerous, but he will not throw his life away to a suicide cause. Bonfire usually does not have a moral issue following orders that seem to be unmoral as he can usually find some way to justify it to help the war effort. He follows whoever is in charge but dislikes the inter-faction fighting. He feels that it disrupts their resolve against the Autobots. Bonfire's worst pet peeve is when someone disrespects either him or another higher ranking Decepticon. He has been known to fire upon someone due to this issue alone. Bonfire has a soft spot for any Cybertronians that are under-intelligent by design or have become handicapped by the war. He feels connected to them because of his origins and will defend their rights against anyone, friend or foe, that would mean them harm. The Mech's only problem with humans is their sheltering of the Autobot scum. He does not destroy humans without reason like some of his allies but will not stop them either unless it affects the mission. To him, it would be like a man destroying an ant bed. He feels the humans are so below him that he does not need to worry about them unless they try to interfere and attack him.
Likes: The Decepticon ideal, equality, peace, respect, military disciple, politics
Dislikes: Disrespect, Autobot presumption of superiority, others disobeying orders, inter-faction fighting, his orginal name (D-87)
Strengths/Weapons: Medium to close range specialist, tries to keep enemies at bay with a heavy barrage of firepower; weapons include: 360 degree rotating 30 mm cannon, eight Hellfire missiles, and 38 Hydra rockets. A war ax and his right pede rotor blades are used if anyone is able to get through his explosions. As a previous miner, he is heavily armored and can take a substancial amount of damage before his systems are compromised.
Weaknesses: As a Rotary mecha, Bonfire are slower than Seekers and Aerialbots, making him a prime target in a fight. Also, in his alt mode, Bonfire's weapons are exposed and can explode if shot. Finally, his mostly ornamental headdress can be used against him if an opponent managed to grab ahold of it.
Special skills (that are not weapon related): Excellent listener, ability to work with under intelligent Decepticons without much frustration
Extra Info: It is very well possible that some of the older Decepticons have heard of Bonfire's actions before the war in the Gladiator ring or after the war started during passing or participating on missions together.
D-87 could never understand how he had let his miner partner, and best friend, D-79, talk him into joining the underground Gladiator battles. The Energon miner was not a particularly large model like the some of other main mining units. They were the main work force. At a helm or so taller than D-87, their main function was the physical removal of raw energon from the surrounding planets while D-87, a slimmer model, was made to sort through the piles of energon and remove excess raw materials. Most of the best fighters were huge, clunking Mechs that tried to crunch each other using their weight or rip the servos off their opponents before beating them to scrap with their own servo. However, D-87 was trying not to think about the destruction of other Mechs that he had witnessed as he tried to prepare for his own fight that was only too quickly approaching. Another thirty klicks passed before the door in front of D-87 was opened onto the arena. A roar from the surrounding crowd greeted the audio receptors of the miner. The bright overhead lights caused D-87's photo-sensors to reduce the amount of light that passed to his processor so that he could visualize the arena.
The makeshift battle ground was covered in spare parts, pieces left from the past victims of the cage. Stepping out of the holding room and into the main arena, D-87 had his first view of his opponent. And D-87 had to say that it was possibly the biggest Mech he had ever seen! His opponent was massive. And not Energon miner massive; more like, Energon transporter massive. D-87 felt like if he had been full on fluids at that point then he probably would have leaked all over himself. He was still trying to snap out of his overload when the bell for the robotic death match was chimed. His massive opponent gave a tremendous, mechanical roar which only fueled the crowds excitement. Looking around the arena, the smaller Mech tried to find something that he could to use to his advantage, but there was nothing in view except discarded servos. Thinking something was better than nothing, D-87 grabbed one off the ground as his opponent approached. Reaching back, the smaller Mech swung the metal arm at his opponent. However, the larger Mech only snatched it out of the air before tossing D-87 across the ring by it.
When he hanked him, D-87 felt like his rotator cuff was almost ripped out of its connections. Scrambling to his pedes, the smaller Mech barely had time to defend himself before the other robot delivered a shot towards his helm. Throwing his servo up to protect his sensitive component, D-87's servo was crushed under the force, his hydraulics squirting fluid as their chambers ruptured. The blow left D-87 stumbled back before he felt on the offensive and tried to deliver a kick to the other robot, only to have his leg caught and being tossed across the ring again. He landed in a crumbled leap of twisted slag.
As much as he was getting destroyed in the ring, the crowd was absolutely loving it. D-87 could hear their cheers for his death in his audio receptors as he tried to untangle his mangled limbs. Feeling something grab him by his leg, D-87 was helpless as the larger robot twirled him around and threw him into the wall of the cage. D-87 felt his chassis crack from the impact. Knowing it was over, the disabled robot refused to move. The crowds booed at his refusal to continue fighting, but D-87 did not care. He just wanted out of this battleground. The bulky other robot was declared the winner as engineers and medics rushed to evaluate D-87. Carrying him on a makeshift stretcher, they rushed him off the field for repairs. D-87 felt humiliated at his defeat, but happy to be alive. As the crowds continued their cheers for the victor, D-87 tended to his wounds. Defeat left a very bitter taste in his mouth, figuratively. He would be back to try and prove his worth.