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Jul. 29th, 2013 03:24 pmPlayer Information
*Name/Alias: Cloudy
*Your Journal: N/A
*Age: 25
*Contact Information: Plurk = CloudyMirage
*Characters already in the game: N/A
Character Information
*Character Name: Kup
*Character Canon: Transformers: IDW
*Age: Old as hell
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: His "demise" in Infestation.
*History: The old coot's history
*Personality:
Kup is an old badass that doesn't take shit from anyone and likes to tell stories sometimes despite the sheer boredom it may cause for others.
The end.
Okay, no, so, that's really not all there is to the old mech but it's a pretty good initial evaluation. Kup has been around for a very, very long time. He's seen Cybertron at it's best and at it's worst and everything that could possibly come in between. Because of this, he knows how to deal with a lot, and does his best to impart his knowledge on those around him- especially those that he takes under his wing.
He really is a badass, though; no exaggeration there. He's trained many a bot through the years, including the likes of Optimus Prime himself. He knows how to get the job done and is very good at finding out the weaknesses in everything going on, and how to break through the lines to finish the mission. It's rare for him to really let anything stand in his way, and Kup is not one to surrender. Ever. He's far too stubborn for such a thing and would rather go crazy first, say by huffing crystals that cause hallucinations and stuff, than admit when he's down for the count.
Kup is a natural leader and doesn't have a hard time getting bots to rally behind him. He's just got that natural commander feel to him, the gung-ho get-shit-done type of mech that a lot of bots respect; especially those that have worked with him before or that have been trained by him. He doesn't take kindly to others trying to tell him how to do things, and really won't hand over control unless it's someone he deems worthy. (See: Springer)
Now, Kup can come off as quite the asshole. Not Prowl levels of asshole but an asshole nonetheless, and a lot of bots see him as a cold individual. While he takes pride in this image that he's developed, Kup does care about those in his command and does what he can to keep them alive in most cases. (Being a Wrecker, however, death is a bit of an occupational hazard and Kup expects his troops to know that before they come on board.) He tends to judge others based on their overall worth, in his eyes, and while it does seem like he leans more towards those that can fight, he does have a knack for picking some of the best and brightest minds out there to help him out. (Which proves it's not all about muscle; he just pretends it is.)
Without his cy-gar he'd be a little bit off kilter thanks of the crystals that he was exposed to on Tsiehshi during a mission that went completely wrong. He tends to believe that zombies are attacking when he isn't using the cy-gar and likes to talk to dead bodies as well. So, really it's just for the best that he keep it with him at all times. (This also plays into the fears that Kup has, these odd memories of Tsiehshi haunting him even to this day despite the fact that he doesn't mention it. Ever. He just keeps it to himself and deals with it the best way he knows how...by ignoring it.)
The one thing to always keep in mind about Kup is that he holds grudges. He doesn't like when bots screw him over or, say, install programming routines in his head that make him think like a certain strategist and do his bidding whenever said strategist wants him to, and will make them pay for what they did. It's one thing to ask him to do something but to try and force him? Yeah, that's just not the way to handle someone like Kup, and you'll find out the hard way what happens to those that try.
So, that's Kup. He's old, but that doesn't mean he won't fuck you up.Or win over all the bots and have them hanging off his arms in no time.
*Powers/Abilities:
-Can make Prowl shut the hell up.
-Years and years as a hand-to-hand combatant and marksman.
-Has the ability to change into a more modern and sleek looking truck thanks to the fine tuned upgrades from Perceptor and the other scientists.
*Inventory:
-A blaster rifle
-Three cy-gars, including the one currently stuck in his mouth.
*Starting Polarity: Surprise me.
If AU, how does your character differ from canon?: N/A
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample:
[The screen clicks on, Kup staring boredly down at the camera.]
What's a bot to do for fun around here? Ya got a shooting range or something? Maybe a place to get a good cube? I feel like my lines are all dry.
[He grabbed the cy-gar out of his mouth for a moment, giving a grin.]
For those of ya who don't know me, I'm Kup. If ya do know me, well... You know what to expect. Fall in line and we'll get along. Cross the line and you'll see just what this old bot can do. That's yer only warning. See you at the bar.
[The transmission cut as Kup replaced the cy-gar.]
*Third Person Sample:
Pain. A voice. Death. A choice with no choice at all. It was all Kup remembered. Then light. A face above him, someone talking. He listened. And when that bot- the acolyte, was done, he stood up quietly and left the temple. A new place, a new life. He needed to explore, to make allies and enemies, if it so happened.
Only a few minutes, though, and he discovered that it wasn't at all a new life. His mind started to darken, the memories started to come back, creeping in like the shadowy black tendrils of a thick black tide that wanted to overtake his mind and drown him. The cy-gars were still necessary, it seemed. With that revelation came the creaking of his joints and the ache of his struts, everything he had been trying to ignore in favor of pretending he was all better.
"Slag it all, it's the start of a new adventure," he sighed to himself, picking a cygar out of his left hip compartment and popping it between his denta. Only two left. That would only last him a week at best.
"Here's to old beginnings," the old bot muttered, tipping his cy-gar at the temple he'd exited before moving on in his day one adventure.
Final Notes:
*Name/Alias: Cloudy
*Your Journal: N/A
*Age: 25
*Contact Information: Plurk = CloudyMirage
*Characters already in the game: N/A
Character Information
*Character Name: Kup
*Character Canon: Transformers: IDW
*Age: Old as hell
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: His "demise" in Infestation.
*History: The old coot's history
*Personality:
Kup is an old badass that doesn't take shit from anyone and likes to tell stories sometimes despite the sheer boredom it may cause for others.
The end.
Okay, no, so, that's really not all there is to the old mech but it's a pretty good initial evaluation. Kup has been around for a very, very long time. He's seen Cybertron at it's best and at it's worst and everything that could possibly come in between. Because of this, he knows how to deal with a lot, and does his best to impart his knowledge on those around him- especially those that he takes under his wing.
He really is a badass, though; no exaggeration there. He's trained many a bot through the years, including the likes of Optimus Prime himself. He knows how to get the job done and is very good at finding out the weaknesses in everything going on, and how to break through the lines to finish the mission. It's rare for him to really let anything stand in his way, and Kup is not one to surrender. Ever. He's far too stubborn for such a thing and would rather go crazy first, say by huffing crystals that cause hallucinations and stuff, than admit when he's down for the count.
Kup is a natural leader and doesn't have a hard time getting bots to rally behind him. He's just got that natural commander feel to him, the gung-ho get-shit-done type of mech that a lot of bots respect; especially those that have worked with him before or that have been trained by him. He doesn't take kindly to others trying to tell him how to do things, and really won't hand over control unless it's someone he deems worthy. (See: Springer)
Now, Kup can come off as quite the asshole. Not Prowl levels of asshole but an asshole nonetheless, and a lot of bots see him as a cold individual. While he takes pride in this image that he's developed, Kup does care about those in his command and does what he can to keep them alive in most cases. (Being a Wrecker, however, death is a bit of an occupational hazard and Kup expects his troops to know that before they come on board.) He tends to judge others based on their overall worth, in his eyes, and while it does seem like he leans more towards those that can fight, he does have a knack for picking some of the best and brightest minds out there to help him out. (Which proves it's not all about muscle; he just pretends it is.)
Without his cy-gar he'd be a little bit off kilter thanks of the crystals that he was exposed to on Tsiehshi during a mission that went completely wrong. He tends to believe that zombies are attacking when he isn't using the cy-gar and likes to talk to dead bodies as well. So, really it's just for the best that he keep it with him at all times. (This also plays into the fears that Kup has, these odd memories of Tsiehshi haunting him even to this day despite the fact that he doesn't mention it. Ever. He just keeps it to himself and deals with it the best way he knows how...by ignoring it.)
The one thing to always keep in mind about Kup is that he holds grudges. He doesn't like when bots screw him over or, say, install programming routines in his head that make him think like a certain strategist and do his bidding whenever said strategist wants him to, and will make them pay for what they did. It's one thing to ask him to do something but to try and force him? Yeah, that's just not the way to handle someone like Kup, and you'll find out the hard way what happens to those that try.
So, that's Kup. He's old, but that doesn't mean he won't fuck you up.
*Powers/Abilities:
-Can make Prowl shut the hell up.
-Years and years as a hand-to-hand combatant and marksman.
-Has the ability to change into a more modern and sleek looking truck thanks to the fine tuned upgrades from Perceptor and the other scientists.
*Inventory:
-A blaster rifle
-Three cy-gars, including the one currently stuck in his mouth.
*Starting Polarity: Surprise me.
If AU, how does your character differ from canon?: N/A
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample:
[The screen clicks on, Kup staring boredly down at the camera.]
What's a bot to do for fun around here? Ya got a shooting range or something? Maybe a place to get a good cube? I feel like my lines are all dry.
[He grabbed the cy-gar out of his mouth for a moment, giving a grin.]
For those of ya who don't know me, I'm Kup. If ya do know me, well... You know what to expect. Fall in line and we'll get along. Cross the line and you'll see just what this old bot can do. That's yer only warning. See you at the bar.
[The transmission cut as Kup replaced the cy-gar.]
*Third Person Sample:
Pain. A voice. Death. A choice with no choice at all. It was all Kup remembered. Then light. A face above him, someone talking. He listened. And when that bot- the acolyte, was done, he stood up quietly and left the temple. A new place, a new life. He needed to explore, to make allies and enemies, if it so happened.
Only a few minutes, though, and he discovered that it wasn't at all a new life. His mind started to darken, the memories started to come back, creeping in like the shadowy black tendrils of a thick black tide that wanted to overtake his mind and drown him. The cy-gars were still necessary, it seemed. With that revelation came the creaking of his joints and the ache of his struts, everything he had been trying to ignore in favor of pretending he was all better.
"Slag it all, it's the start of a new adventure," he sighed to himself, picking a cygar out of his left hip compartment and popping it between his denta. Only two left. That would only last him a week at best.
"Here's to old beginnings," the old bot muttered, tipping his cy-gar at the temple he'd exited before moving on in his day one adventure.
Final Notes:
