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winged_knight) wrote2012-06-15 03:15 am
winged_knight) wrote2012-06-15 03:15 am
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Player Information
*Name/Alias: Sarah/ladyofdragons
*Age: 37
*Characters already in the game:N/A
Character Information
*Character Name: Wing
*Character Canon: Transformers IDW
*Age: Adult, (~4 million years old?)
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: Drift mini-series, issue 4, at the moment of Braid's death strike. I'd like the timing to be such that his spark chamber is ruptured but he falls through the Lambda before the strike can fully destroy it. Since the Lambda repairs all injuries this saves it from being fatal. Essentially I'd like to give the character as close to a near death experience as possible, something he can reflect on later.
*History: Wing's TF Wiki page.
*Personality:
Wing is what I would call a warrior ‘philanthropist’ (or the Cybertronian equivalent thereof). He is a lover of life who knows that taking it is still sometimes necessary. He is not a pure pacifist but shares many of those ideals, preferring to leave Cybertron rather than take sides in a war that he did not believe in. As a Knight of the Circle of Light his duty is the preservation of the Cybertronian race along with its history and culture, but he also finds his calling to be the betterment of the race's future and not simply the preservation of its past.
He is an idealist. Though not as worldly wise as those who have lived amidst the war and traveled to more alien civilizations, he holds a philosophical wisdom beyond his age which serves as his life guidance in lieu of experience. Some call him naive while others might say he is simply more pure, less jaded than those Cybertronians that have seen, and done, many terrible things during the war. He holds a firm confidence in himself and his place in the world. He is steadfast and unwavering in his values, to a fault even. His belief system puts priority on what is Right first, over what Law dictates. He will openly and stubbornly--though still respectfully--question authority to this end if necessary.
One of Wing's core tenets is 'helping another is the highest calling one can aspire to.' This pushes him to respond favorably to needful situations even considering the potential risks involved. He prefers to think the best of people, which often creates opportunity for disappointment when those individuals, or their actions, do not meet his expectations. However, even when confronted with his mistakes he owns them, and takes whatever steps are necessary to rectify them, dutifully paying the cost even when that means extreme personal sacrifice.
Wing is patient and kind, with an extremely even temperament. He is more likely to display disappointment than anger. When he is angered, it is intense yet controlled, precise, sharp like the edges of the blades he carries. He tries to remain on the positive side of any situation, giving him a mildly sunny disposition on the best days, and a generally optimistic view when confronted with problems. Challenges are teachers not adversaries. It's not uncommon for him to come off as rather cheeky and even a touch cocky in situations where his self confidence, good humor and optimism can shine.
Because of his political leanings (neutral) he will not automatically find kinship with any Autobot or Decepticon. Preferring, if they do find an ideological kinship, to bond over ideals more specific and positive to the entire Cybertronian race as a whole rather than those that motivate the two factions. When confronted with an ardent believer in those values, it is not unlike him to attempt to bring light to the flaws in their methodology. He prefers to judge people based on their actions, preferably from his own experience instead of others, rather than things like faction or heresy.
(This part is a little headcanony) Other qualities I feel Wing has: Boundless enthusiasm. Intensely passionate. Emotive, open, friendly, and a bit curious. Lover of culture, the arts and music. Enjoys new experiences and exploration given the isolation during the later half his life. He has an ardent love of flight, both the freedom and challenge of it, and is an extremely athletic flier. In the moments when he does question or doubt--his path, his choices, his judgment of others--it bothers him greatly and he is strident in seeking answers.
*Powers/Abilities:
Wing is deftly trained in martial hand-to-hand and bladed combat. His style employs avoidance and redirection rather than always meeting an opponent's assaults blow for blow. Though he does not have above average strength for a Cybertronian of his frame type, the redirection of an opponent's force allows him to achieve physical mastery over opponents with more mass than he. Wing is not as heavily armored and some equal his size, but what he sacrifices in the area of armament he gains in speed and agility.
Though Wing has superb 'textbook' training, and is far from being 'green' as combatants go, he has understandably less in-field combat experience compared to those that have participated in the Cybertronian Civil War. This can easily prove to be his failing in real combat situations where there is a great deal of chaos, confusion, and a need to function as a group.
As a Cybertronian Wing has the ability to transform into a light and fast jet. As with his robot mode, because of his lighter armor he gains greater speed and maneuverability. He has some use of his flight boosters and wings in his robot mode, but is not capable of sustained flight, (that we know of anyway). His body has internal and external sensor and diagnostic arrays similar to most Cybertronians, with an internal HUD on which data is displayed. He also has a wireless comm that can be used to access communications systems as well as a hard link comm and data interface option.
*Inventory:
Dual Energy Blades: Paired one-handed energy blades similar to a sabre or falchion. No physical blade. When not in use the blades de-energize and sheath/magnalock at the small of his back. Extremely sharp, slicing easily through organic matter.
Great Sword: Large two-handed sword. No true earth equivalent in design, longer than even a Zweihänder or Scottish Claymore but with with next to no crossguard or pommel. The limits of this weapon's capabilities are unknown, though it is said they have the potential for great power. The sword's greatest limitation is its power source, that of the spark of its very wielder. Since the sword draws power from its wielder's life essence, if overused the weapon can potentially kill them. Therefore the weapon is typically used only as a last resort.
*Starting Polarity: Wing resonates with Vector Prime due to his idealistic nature, eagerness to aid others and knightly guardianship of Cybertronian history.
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample: (first time for this format so I hope this is what you're looking for...?)
[Wing is strafing the Junk Pile in search of supplies when his external sensors return a curious reading south of him. He's not the only one on a junk hunt today, but this reading is in the air and not on the ground. Concerned, he opens the Link, the image of his white helm and bright amber optics shining out from the vidcomm, the abstract background screen characteristic of a Cybertronian communicating while in altmode. His voice sounds concerned but solicitous.]
To the individuals currently in Sector 29-VB. I've spotted several newly arrived biologicals from the Lambda. They look to make planet fall near your location. Species and threat level are unknown. Do you desire assistance?
Repeat, to the individuals currently in Sector 29-VB. You have incoming, can I render any aid?
[Wing receives a dissenting message as well as thanks. ]
Best of luck then and be safe out there.
*Third Person Sample: (eerrr... I got kinda carried away?)
Those that choose the path of combat as a way of life accept death as not only inevitable but potentially more likely than those who do not. Even facing the concept of an assured death and walking to meet it is a choice some warriors must make. The values and aspirations that drive a knight to fight are also what sustains their courage in the face of death, allowing them to take that final walk.
But none of these things can prepare a living being for the moment that a violent death takes them. It is a forceful reintroduction to the truest kind of fear and pain, doubt and regret, all the outstanding balances and unfinished business of life totaled and judged. No spark that loves life truly goes willingly to death in those very last moments. Legends tell otherwise, but they are frail inventions, assurances to feed the living and bolster their courage.
He thought he'd been ready.
Those were the last coherent thoughts that Wing's muddled processor returned after a status query. The rest--the terrible burning sensation, the jagged tear at the heart of him that felt like his world shattering, falling, the world full of color and light and pain beyond imagining before darkness--simply loomed in his memory like a chaotic wound. It made little to no sense in contrast to the quiet surroundings of the rocky gulch in which he lay.
He shifted. His joints seemed to ache, his frame tight, like that slightly unfamiliar feeling that accompanied new repairs. His hand twitched and he realized he'd been rubbing it over the center of his chassis, above his spark chamber. Scenes of the battle to save New Crystal City came to him. The battle in the desert, his struggle with Braid--fought and...lost.
Yet, he was whole? Was he dead? This...did not match any of the expectations Cybertronians had for an afterlife. Wing shook his helm. Though uncertain what the strange chaotic memories following Braid's attack meant, they were not the most immediate issue.
Wing rose to a sitting position, the digits on his hand bumping an object lying beside him. His Great Sword. He curled his fingers around it, the first familiar thing to greet him in this strange place, and it sang to him. He felt his spark flicker in acknowledgment. No. Not dead. But then--the battle?
The knight rolled to his feet in a swift movement despite the tightness in his frame, swinging the Great Sword onto his back where it effortlessly locked into its cradle. "Drift?!" He called, his comm useless, while scanning the area and listening for sounds of battle, "DRIFT!!" He pushed away the pangs of anxiety that threatened. "Axe? Anyone!?"
Altitude. He needed to assess his surroundings. The jagged rocky terrain appeared similar to his home but the strange twilight sky made it seem foreign and unreal. Wary of the situation and all the unknown quantities, particularly the odd feeling within his frame and the jumble of data over his HUD, he dared not take to the air yet. Turning to climb the nearest slope, he picked his way over the uneven terrain. Wing crested the rise and turned to scan the area only to halt suddenly, staring in wide-eyed wonder and confusion at the massive stretch of color and light of the Lambda as it hung in the sky.
Final Notes: None that I can think of...
*Name/Alias: Sarah/ladyofdragons
*Age: 37
*Characters already in the game:N/A
Character Information
*Character Name: Wing
*Character Canon: Transformers IDW
*Age: Adult, (~4 million years old?)
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: Drift mini-series, issue 4, at the moment of Braid's death strike. I'd like the timing to be such that his spark chamber is ruptured but he falls through the Lambda before the strike can fully destroy it. Since the Lambda repairs all injuries this saves it from being fatal. Essentially I'd like to give the character as close to a near death experience as possible, something he can reflect on later.
*History: Wing's TF Wiki page.
*Personality:
Wing is what I would call a warrior ‘philanthropist’ (or the Cybertronian equivalent thereof). He is a lover of life who knows that taking it is still sometimes necessary. He is not a pure pacifist but shares many of those ideals, preferring to leave Cybertron rather than take sides in a war that he did not believe in. As a Knight of the Circle of Light his duty is the preservation of the Cybertronian race along with its history and culture, but he also finds his calling to be the betterment of the race's future and not simply the preservation of its past.
He is an idealist. Though not as worldly wise as those who have lived amidst the war and traveled to more alien civilizations, he holds a philosophical wisdom beyond his age which serves as his life guidance in lieu of experience. Some call him naive while others might say he is simply more pure, less jaded than those Cybertronians that have seen, and done, many terrible things during the war. He holds a firm confidence in himself and his place in the world. He is steadfast and unwavering in his values, to a fault even. His belief system puts priority on what is Right first, over what Law dictates. He will openly and stubbornly--though still respectfully--question authority to this end if necessary.
One of Wing's core tenets is 'helping another is the highest calling one can aspire to.' This pushes him to respond favorably to needful situations even considering the potential risks involved. He prefers to think the best of people, which often creates opportunity for disappointment when those individuals, or their actions, do not meet his expectations. However, even when confronted with his mistakes he owns them, and takes whatever steps are necessary to rectify them, dutifully paying the cost even when that means extreme personal sacrifice.
Wing is patient and kind, with an extremely even temperament. He is more likely to display disappointment than anger. When he is angered, it is intense yet controlled, precise, sharp like the edges of the blades he carries. He tries to remain on the positive side of any situation, giving him a mildly sunny disposition on the best days, and a generally optimistic view when confronted with problems. Challenges are teachers not adversaries. It's not uncommon for him to come off as rather cheeky and even a touch cocky in situations where his self confidence, good humor and optimism can shine.
Because of his political leanings (neutral) he will not automatically find kinship with any Autobot or Decepticon. Preferring, if they do find an ideological kinship, to bond over ideals more specific and positive to the entire Cybertronian race as a whole rather than those that motivate the two factions. When confronted with an ardent believer in those values, it is not unlike him to attempt to bring light to the flaws in their methodology. He prefers to judge people based on their actions, preferably from his own experience instead of others, rather than things like faction or heresy.
(This part is a little headcanony) Other qualities I feel Wing has: Boundless enthusiasm. Intensely passionate. Emotive, open, friendly, and a bit curious. Lover of culture, the arts and music. Enjoys new experiences and exploration given the isolation during the later half his life. He has an ardent love of flight, both the freedom and challenge of it, and is an extremely athletic flier. In the moments when he does question or doubt--his path, his choices, his judgment of others--it bothers him greatly and he is strident in seeking answers.
*Powers/Abilities:
Wing is deftly trained in martial hand-to-hand and bladed combat. His style employs avoidance and redirection rather than always meeting an opponent's assaults blow for blow. Though he does not have above average strength for a Cybertronian of his frame type, the redirection of an opponent's force allows him to achieve physical mastery over opponents with more mass than he. Wing is not as heavily armored and some equal his size, but what he sacrifices in the area of armament he gains in speed and agility.
Though Wing has superb 'textbook' training, and is far from being 'green' as combatants go, he has understandably less in-field combat experience compared to those that have participated in the Cybertronian Civil War. This can easily prove to be his failing in real combat situations where there is a great deal of chaos, confusion, and a need to function as a group.
As a Cybertronian Wing has the ability to transform into a light and fast jet. As with his robot mode, because of his lighter armor he gains greater speed and maneuverability. He has some use of his flight boosters and wings in his robot mode, but is not capable of sustained flight, (that we know of anyway). His body has internal and external sensor and diagnostic arrays similar to most Cybertronians, with an internal HUD on which data is displayed. He also has a wireless comm that can be used to access communications systems as well as a hard link comm and data interface option.
*Inventory:
Dual Energy Blades: Paired one-handed energy blades similar to a sabre or falchion. No physical blade. When not in use the blades de-energize and sheath/magnalock at the small of his back. Extremely sharp, slicing easily through organic matter.
Great Sword: Large two-handed sword. No true earth equivalent in design, longer than even a Zweihänder or Scottish Claymore but with with next to no crossguard or pommel. The limits of this weapon's capabilities are unknown, though it is said they have the potential for great power. The sword's greatest limitation is its power source, that of the spark of its very wielder. Since the sword draws power from its wielder's life essence, if overused the weapon can potentially kill them. Therefore the weapon is typically used only as a last resort.
*Starting Polarity: Wing resonates with Vector Prime due to his idealistic nature, eagerness to aid others and knightly guardianship of Cybertronian history.
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample: (first time for this format so I hope this is what you're looking for...?)
[Wing is strafing the Junk Pile in search of supplies when his external sensors return a curious reading south of him. He's not the only one on a junk hunt today, but this reading is in the air and not on the ground. Concerned, he opens the Link, the image of his white helm and bright amber optics shining out from the vidcomm, the abstract background screen characteristic of a Cybertronian communicating while in altmode. His voice sounds concerned but solicitous.]
To the individuals currently in Sector 29-VB. I've spotted several newly arrived biologicals from the Lambda. They look to make planet fall near your location. Species and threat level are unknown. Do you desire assistance?
Repeat, to the individuals currently in Sector 29-VB. You have incoming, can I render any aid?
[Wing receives a dissenting message as well as thanks. ]
Best of luck then and be safe out there.
*Third Person Sample: (eerrr... I got kinda carried away?)
Those that choose the path of combat as a way of life accept death as not only inevitable but potentially more likely than those who do not. Even facing the concept of an assured death and walking to meet it is a choice some warriors must make. The values and aspirations that drive a knight to fight are also what sustains their courage in the face of death, allowing them to take that final walk.
But none of these things can prepare a living being for the moment that a violent death takes them. It is a forceful reintroduction to the truest kind of fear and pain, doubt and regret, all the outstanding balances and unfinished business of life totaled and judged. No spark that loves life truly goes willingly to death in those very last moments. Legends tell otherwise, but they are frail inventions, assurances to feed the living and bolster their courage.
He thought he'd been ready.
Those were the last coherent thoughts that Wing's muddled processor returned after a status query. The rest--the terrible burning sensation, the jagged tear at the heart of him that felt like his world shattering, falling, the world full of color and light and pain beyond imagining before darkness--simply loomed in his memory like a chaotic wound. It made little to no sense in contrast to the quiet surroundings of the rocky gulch in which he lay.
He shifted. His joints seemed to ache, his frame tight, like that slightly unfamiliar feeling that accompanied new repairs. His hand twitched and he realized he'd been rubbing it over the center of his chassis, above his spark chamber. Scenes of the battle to save New Crystal City came to him. The battle in the desert, his struggle with Braid--fought and...lost.
Yet, he was whole? Was he dead? This...did not match any of the expectations Cybertronians had for an afterlife. Wing shook his helm. Though uncertain what the strange chaotic memories following Braid's attack meant, they were not the most immediate issue.
Wing rose to a sitting position, the digits on his hand bumping an object lying beside him. His Great Sword. He curled his fingers around it, the first familiar thing to greet him in this strange place, and it sang to him. He felt his spark flicker in acknowledgment. No. Not dead. But then--the battle?
The knight rolled to his feet in a swift movement despite the tightness in his frame, swinging the Great Sword onto his back where it effortlessly locked into its cradle. "Drift?!" He called, his comm useless, while scanning the area and listening for sounds of battle, "DRIFT!!" He pushed away the pangs of anxiety that threatened. "Axe? Anyone!?"
Altitude. He needed to assess his surroundings. The jagged rocky terrain appeared similar to his home but the strange twilight sky made it seem foreign and unreal. Wary of the situation and all the unknown quantities, particularly the odd feeling within his frame and the jumble of data over his HUD, he dared not take to the air yet. Turning to climb the nearest slope, he picked his way over the uneven terrain. Wing crested the rise and turned to scan the area only to halt suddenly, staring in wide-eyed wonder and confusion at the massive stretch of color and light of the Lambda as it hung in the sky.
Final Notes: None that I can think of...