Post by Bowhead on Jan 31, 2015 16:24:29 GMT -5
Name: Trackblast
Allegiance: Neutral
Function: Artillery Support
Altmode: ST Kinetics SSPH Primus
Weapons:
Chaos Rift Combustor; A large howitzer designed to bombard an area via shells containing radio-dispersed bomblets, Trackblast's Combustor has been modified to have a massively increased maximum range of one hundred meters from his location if the bomblets are not activated. This comes at the cost of being unable to engage the disperal in robot mode due to not having enough time between the firing and impacting of a target because of the increased muzzle velocity. As well, to increas veloctiy half of the bomblets were replaced with propellant.
Sonic Resonator; Resembling a pair of spikes on his left wrist, the Sonic Resonator is a melee weapon designed to first pierce a target, then begin to use vibrations to violently rattle the victim. Not exceedingly dangerous, but more than capable of damaging enemy subsystems such as targeting and optics.
Special Ability:
NONE; Due to excessive damage suffered on impact, whatever module Trackblast was originally equipped with has long-since been completely destroyed. As a bonus, however, at least he can get something installed later quite easily.
Dimensions:
Vehicle Mode; 10.21 Meters (30.63 Feet) Long by 3 Meters (9 Feet) Wide by 3.28 Meters (9.84 Feet) Tall
Robot Mode; 5 Meters (15 Feet) Tall
Overall Weight; 28.3 Tonnes
Quote:
"Wow... I think that's a new record. Five kill in ten seconds."
Statistics:
Strength; 5
Intelligence; 4
Dexterity; 3
Speed; 4
Endurance; 6
Courage; 7
Firepower; 5
Accuracy; 10
Melee; 10
Technician; 10
Charisma; 6
Rank; 70 Points Total (Neutral Requested)
Profile:
Physical Description; Painted hot pink because "Nobody expects a pink artillery gun!", Trackblast's features are evident of many, many acts of graffiti and many, many gunshots. His form is humorously bulky in robot mode, his tracks flapping about freely and often tripping him up. One might be inclined to refer to him as "that fat ol' clutz". His optics glow yellow, and he possesses a fully-sculpted and in human terms, youthful, face.
Personality; A goofball easily tricked into acts of idiocy, Trackblast is none the less absurdly lucky. His numerous fumbles and pratfalls, while hilarious and harmful to him in the short term, often lead to long-term benefits. When chatting, he is noted to be overly excitable and often trips over his own metallic tongue... often forgetting how he began a sentence halfway through. Likely due to impact damage to his processors.
History; Originally an actor for cybertronian media pre-war, Trackblast has always been a nomad; moving from studio to studio, set to set... a starving artist of sorts. When the war broke out he found himself out of any jobs... but still able to preform in a 'theatre' of war. Mercenary life was a hard, but needed transition for his survival, and he made it. When he heard of the Ark he, of course, bribed his way aboard with what little energon he had left... only to be mistaken for a Decepticon in the space battle and, summarily, thrown out and airlock just in time to get sucked through the space bridge. Until very recently, Trackblast has been in stasis beneath what is now known as modern-day Singapore... having awakened when a sewer line ruptured and lightning struck the approximate location of the pooling fluid. Just can't catch a break, poor guy.
Allegiance: Neutral
Function: Artillery Support
Altmode: ST Kinetics SSPH Primus
Weapons:
Chaos Rift Combustor; A large howitzer designed to bombard an area via shells containing radio-dispersed bomblets, Trackblast's Combustor has been modified to have a massively increased maximum range of one hundred meters from his location if the bomblets are not activated. This comes at the cost of being unable to engage the disperal in robot mode due to not having enough time between the firing and impacting of a target because of the increased muzzle velocity. As well, to increas veloctiy half of the bomblets were replaced with propellant.
Sonic Resonator; Resembling a pair of spikes on his left wrist, the Sonic Resonator is a melee weapon designed to first pierce a target, then begin to use vibrations to violently rattle the victim. Not exceedingly dangerous, but more than capable of damaging enemy subsystems such as targeting and optics.
Special Ability:
NONE; Due to excessive damage suffered on impact, whatever module Trackblast was originally equipped with has long-since been completely destroyed. As a bonus, however, at least he can get something installed later quite easily.
Dimensions:
Vehicle Mode; 10.21 Meters (30.63 Feet) Long by 3 Meters (9 Feet) Wide by 3.28 Meters (9.84 Feet) Tall
Robot Mode; 5 Meters (15 Feet) Tall
Overall Weight; 28.3 Tonnes
Quote:
"Wow... I think that's a new record. Five kill in ten seconds."
Statistics:
Strength; 5
Intelligence; 4
Dexterity; 3
Speed; 4
Endurance; 6
Courage; 7
Firepower; 5
Accuracy; 10
Melee; 10
Technician; 10
Charisma; 6
Rank; 70 Points Total (Neutral Requested)
Profile:
Physical Description; Painted hot pink because "Nobody expects a pink artillery gun!", Trackblast's features are evident of many, many acts of graffiti and many, many gunshots. His form is humorously bulky in robot mode, his tracks flapping about freely and often tripping him up. One might be inclined to refer to him as "that fat ol' clutz". His optics glow yellow, and he possesses a fully-sculpted and in human terms, youthful, face.
Personality; A goofball easily tricked into acts of idiocy, Trackblast is none the less absurdly lucky. His numerous fumbles and pratfalls, while hilarious and harmful to him in the short term, often lead to long-term benefits. When chatting, he is noted to be overly excitable and often trips over his own metallic tongue... often forgetting how he began a sentence halfway through. Likely due to impact damage to his processors.
History; Originally an actor for cybertronian media pre-war, Trackblast has always been a nomad; moving from studio to studio, set to set... a starving artist of sorts. When the war broke out he found himself out of any jobs... but still able to preform in a 'theatre' of war. Mercenary life was a hard, but needed transition for his survival, and he made it. When he heard of the Ark he, of course, bribed his way aboard with what little energon he had left... only to be mistaken for a Decepticon in the space battle and, summarily, thrown out and airlock just in time to get sucked through the space bridge. Until very recently, Trackblast has been in stasis beneath what is now known as modern-day Singapore... having awakened when a sewer line ruptured and lightning struck the approximate location of the pooling fluid. Just can't catch a break, poor guy.
