app || R/A
Dec. 29th, 2012 06:32 pmPlayer Information
*Name/Alias: Red
*Your Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
redfirelight
*Age: Over 16
*Contact Information: aim @ thisismyomnitool
*Characters already in the game: Kagerou, FoC!Perceptor
Character Information
*Character Name: Ironhide
*Character Canon: Transformers: IDW Spotlight Ironhide
*Age: Over 4 million years. Way over.
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: The end of his spotlight arc. After Alpha Trion ditches him on Cybertron, with no memories, Sunstreaker, and a whole lot of Insecticons.
*History:
And here we have a wiki link!
*Personality:
Above all else, Ironhide is loyal. His loyalty knows no bounds -- be it to Optimus Prime or to the Autobot cause. And it's that loyalty that got him into the entire mess of his story. He would do anything for his leader, or his fellow Autobots, including taking a shot straight to the chest, in their defense.
He is also exceptionally stubborn, determined, and opinionated. Once he gets his mind set on something, it's next to impossible to sway him. If he wants to go charging into a swarm of ravenous insect monsters to save an Autobot, he's damn well going to do it. No one short of Optimus Prime is going to tell him not to.
He's also not above telling you exactly what he thinks of you, in no uncertain terms. If he's willing to talk back to Alpha Trion, it's safe to assume no one is above getting an earful from Ironhide. Or hearing what he has to say. There is a limit, though, as his loyalty and support of Optimus tends to trump even this bullheaded trait -- he'll listen to Prime, and while he's still not above speaking his mind, ultimately, Optimus' say-so is the end of the matter. Despite that, he's not really much of a conversationalist.
He prefers action to inaction -- doing something instead of sitting around talking about it. This can be a reckless sort of trait, if not for the centuries worth of experience behind him. He knows what he's doing, even if he doesn't always think it through one-hundred percent of the time. Once he gets into a situation, usually he manages to muscle his way out of them again, in the end. Unfortunately, he's also got something of a temper, and it does tend to get away from him from time to time.
Basically, you roll all of these things together and you get a cranky old man who'd rather kick you off his lawn himself, rather than sit around and wait for the sprinklers to do it for him.
*Powers/Abilities:
Just look at Ironhide's name for a second. He has exactly what his name implies -- a thick armor exterior (and harder head) that can apparently take hits not everyone can. One of the reasons Trion ended up using him as a proverbial battering ram against the Swarm. He's a heavy hitter, with centuries of combat experience, and the skill to carry out even the most reckless idea. He's big, he's strong, and he's tough.
He's a solider, essentially. That's where his strengths lie -- in terms of weapons and combat, there are few things out there more fearsome than Ironhide. Except Megatron. Or some of his more terrifying underlings. Anyway, yes, Ironhide is a soldier to the core. He knows soldiering, it's what he's good at. That's... pretty much all he's good at, really. Even Alpha Trion said so.
He doesn't have any supernatural powers, just the years of combat experience, both physical and with firearms, if his impression of a walking armory is anything to go by. In addition, he's a giant robot who occasionally turns into a big red ATV with the capacity to ram and run over obstacles in his path.
*Inventory:
Not a thing.
*Starting Polarity: Any
If AU, how does your character differ from canon?: N/A
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample:
Where the scrap...?
[Metal clangs, apparently someone just shoved something -- or someone -- out of their way. And that's when someone just plain bellows:]
Trion! Get your rust-covered backside out where I can see you! I'm not playin' this game!
Set me after the bugs and this is the thanks I get? Where'd you dump me... place looks worse 'an I do.
[He trails off. Then, mostly to himself:]
'Streaker? You hear me, kid? Anyone hear me?
C'mon... not again.
*Third Person Sample:
It's Cybertron. But it's not his Cybertron. Sure, it's better than where he was. Better than the rusted-out husk crawling with bugs and monsters. And crazy old mechs.
But it's still not home.
He's sitting on some rock, somewhere out on the edges of this Haven, his back to whatever glittering structure the 'bots here pulled together. Optics out facing the dark beyond, and scowling. It's sort of a permanent fixture to his face, these days. Who can blame him?
No one, that's for sure, he muses to himself.
He knows full well there's no going back to how things were. The beginning of the war made that crystal clear. That's not the trouble. The trouble is, really, there's no going back at all. Who knows if anyone would ever return to Cybertron? To the place he was supposed to be ridding of pests, looking after. The place of ghosts and rust, and dead buildings. Everyone here wants to go home again.
... So does he, honestly. Even though home isn't possible anymore.
Even if he does go back, could he really join up with the others, like nothing had happened? Ratchet, Wheeljack, Kup... Optimus...
Big hands clench, uselessly. He allows himself a vicious kick to the rocks at his feet, before he turns his back, heaving himself up. No use sitting here. No use brooding over what could be, or what was. Doing that never helped anything.
Back he marches, toward the towering temple.
Might as well do something useful in this place.
Final Notes: None
*Name/Alias: Red
*Your Journal:
redfirelight*Age: Over 16
*Contact Information: aim @ thisismyomnitool
*Characters already in the game: Kagerou, FoC!Perceptor
Character Information
*Character Name: Ironhide
*Character Canon: Transformers: IDW Spotlight Ironhide
*Age: Over 4 million years. Way over.
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: The end of his spotlight arc. After Alpha Trion ditches him on Cybertron, with no memories, Sunstreaker, and a whole lot of Insecticons.
*History:
And here we have a wiki link!
*Personality:
Above all else, Ironhide is loyal. His loyalty knows no bounds -- be it to Optimus Prime or to the Autobot cause. And it's that loyalty that got him into the entire mess of his story. He would do anything for his leader, or his fellow Autobots, including taking a shot straight to the chest, in their defense.
He is also exceptionally stubborn, determined, and opinionated. Once he gets his mind set on something, it's next to impossible to sway him. If he wants to go charging into a swarm of ravenous insect monsters to save an Autobot, he's damn well going to do it. No one short of Optimus Prime is going to tell him not to.
He's also not above telling you exactly what he thinks of you, in no uncertain terms. If he's willing to talk back to Alpha Trion, it's safe to assume no one is above getting an earful from Ironhide. Or hearing what he has to say. There is a limit, though, as his loyalty and support of Optimus tends to trump even this bullheaded trait -- he'll listen to Prime, and while he's still not above speaking his mind, ultimately, Optimus' say-so is the end of the matter. Despite that, he's not really much of a conversationalist.
He prefers action to inaction -- doing something instead of sitting around talking about it. This can be a reckless sort of trait, if not for the centuries worth of experience behind him. He knows what he's doing, even if he doesn't always think it through one-hundred percent of the time. Once he gets into a situation, usually he manages to muscle his way out of them again, in the end. Unfortunately, he's also got something of a temper, and it does tend to get away from him from time to time.
Basically, you roll all of these things together and you get a cranky old man who'd rather kick you off his lawn himself, rather than sit around and wait for the sprinklers to do it for him.
*Powers/Abilities:
Just look at Ironhide's name for a second. He has exactly what his name implies -- a thick armor exterior (and harder head) that can apparently take hits not everyone can. One of the reasons Trion ended up using him as a proverbial battering ram against the Swarm. He's a heavy hitter, with centuries of combat experience, and the skill to carry out even the most reckless idea. He's big, he's strong, and he's tough.
He's a solider, essentially. That's where his strengths lie -- in terms of weapons and combat, there are few things out there more fearsome than Ironhide. Except Megatron. Or some of his more terrifying underlings. Anyway, yes, Ironhide is a soldier to the core. He knows soldiering, it's what he's good at. That's... pretty much all he's good at, really. Even Alpha Trion said so.
He doesn't have any supernatural powers, just the years of combat experience, both physical and with firearms, if his impression of a walking armory is anything to go by. In addition, he's a giant robot who occasionally turns into a big red ATV with the capacity to ram and run over obstacles in his path.
*Inventory:
Not a thing.
*Starting Polarity: Any
If AU, how does your character differ from canon?: N/A
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample:
Where the scrap...?
[Metal clangs, apparently someone just shoved something -- or someone -- out of their way. And that's when someone just plain bellows:]
Trion! Get your rust-covered backside out where I can see you! I'm not playin' this game!
Set me after the bugs and this is the thanks I get? Where'd you dump me... place looks worse 'an I do.
[He trails off. Then, mostly to himself:]
'Streaker? You hear me, kid? Anyone hear me?
C'mon... not again.
*Third Person Sample:
It's Cybertron. But it's not his Cybertron. Sure, it's better than where he was. Better than the rusted-out husk crawling with bugs and monsters. And crazy old mechs.
But it's still not home.
He's sitting on some rock, somewhere out on the edges of this Haven, his back to whatever glittering structure the 'bots here pulled together. Optics out facing the dark beyond, and scowling. It's sort of a permanent fixture to his face, these days. Who can blame him?
No one, that's for sure, he muses to himself.
He knows full well there's no going back to how things were. The beginning of the war made that crystal clear. That's not the trouble. The trouble is, really, there's no going back at all. Who knows if anyone would ever return to Cybertron? To the place he was supposed to be ridding of pests, looking after. The place of ghosts and rust, and dead buildings. Everyone here wants to go home again.
... So does he, honestly. Even though home isn't possible anymore.
Even if he does go back, could he really join up with the others, like nothing had happened? Ratchet, Wheeljack, Kup... Optimus...
Big hands clench, uselessly. He allows himself a vicious kick to the rocks at his feet, before he turns his back, heaving himself up. No use sitting here. No use brooding over what could be, or what was. Doing that never helped anything.
Back he marches, toward the towering temple.
Might as well do something useful in this place.
Final Notes: None
