Post by beastbot on Mar 3, 2010 2:32:06 GMT -5
Name of Character: Megatron
Your Name: Beastbot
Why should you get this specific character?: I've now read everything on this board related to the RP, including all relevant threads in the archives and bios, so I think I'm ready for a "leadership" RP, which prowl has said is needed. (Geez, that sounded like I was filling out a resume or something...) I also rather like the Animated version of Megatron-- he's my second favorite version of the character, next to the BW/BM version. Also, since I'm playing Lugnut too, it'll make the inevitable conversations between them easier (since, let's face it, anything that Megatron tells Lugnut to do-- well, he gun' do it.)
Sample RP:
*sreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetccchhhh*
Megatron moved the top of his shoulder blade away from the cell wall. Even though he had been stripped of his prized swords and fusion cannon, the top edges of his shoulders were still sharp enough to carve shallow marks into the metal wall.
This was the forty-seventh mark. Forty-seven solar cycles since he had suffered the biggest humiliation of his entire three-million-stellar-cycle lifetime. FORTY-SEVEN SOLAR CYCLES where all he could do was either take a blasted stasis nap or think about how it all went wrong.
He had been defeated before, of course. Simply going by sheer magnitude, the Great War one million stellar cycles ago was a much greater defeat for the Decepticon cause than this.
But that was different. There he had been defeated by a desperate last-minute attempt by the Autobots. Only the combination of the Autobots' greatest weapon AND the loss of the Allspark had prevented Megatron's victory. He had fought against such powerful, world-renowned Autobots as Ultra Magnus, and yet he had still managed to escape with most of his inner circle when it all came crashing down.
This new Magnus, though, this.... Optimus. How he hated to even THINK the former Prime's name. An Elite Guard washout in a team full of washouts... and they beat HIM? Worse than beat him, they beat him multiple times. By the metal of their teeth, but they beat him AND his inner circle.
And after the smoke had cleared after the final Lugnut Supreme had been destroyed, he should have run away to fight another day. He had been severely damaged, but not destroyed.
But these constant defeats had eaten at him, made him give completely into his anger, which he rarely did-- certainly never in such a grave situation. Despite being outnumbered and almost dead, he had attacked Optimus Prime, who was carrying the Magnus hammer. Megatron was not so big-headed as to think he was perfect. It had been a disastrous mistake, one he had instantly regretted as he stared up at Optimus from his prone position on the pavement. But stupidly, he had done it anyway.
During the next several days, as all of his closest Decepticons were brought home in stasis cuffs and paraded in front of the mindless Autobot masses before being shut in prison cells, he had seriously considered ending it all.
But no. To do so would not have been worthy of the title Decepticon. To do so would not have been worthy of the name MEGATRON.
So he did what he was best at-- forming plans, refining them, crafting them. His revenge would yet come.
And he would make sure this new "Optimus Magnus" died an extremely slow, excruciating death.
Megatron's thoughts were interrupted as a guard walked by the cell, telling him to stop carving stuff into the walls, it was extremely noisy and the other prisoners were complaining. Their internal chronometers were perfectly capable of keeping number of the track of days, he didn't need to write it on the walls.
Megatron merely smirked in response. Of course the guard would think that the marks on the walls were keeping track of the days since he had been shut in this spark-forsaken prison, and in some way they were.
But not to Megatron. To him they were not a counting of solar cycles SINCE an event but a counting down of solar cycles TO an event.
Megatron smiled as he looked back at the rows of notches.
They had been carefully placed apart so that, when looked at as a whole, they formed the Decepticon symbol.
At least, they would when they were complete. By then, all would be in readiness.
And Megatron sat down in his cell again, mentally noting that there were only a few notches left to make.
Your Name: Beastbot
Why should you get this specific character?: I've now read everything on this board related to the RP, including all relevant threads in the archives and bios, so I think I'm ready for a "leadership" RP, which prowl has said is needed. (Geez, that sounded like I was filling out a resume or something...) I also rather like the Animated version of Megatron-- he's my second favorite version of the character, next to the BW/BM version. Also, since I'm playing Lugnut too, it'll make the inevitable conversations between them easier (since, let's face it, anything that Megatron tells Lugnut to do-- well, he gun' do it.)
Sample RP:
*sreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetccchhhh*
Megatron moved the top of his shoulder blade away from the cell wall. Even though he had been stripped of his prized swords and fusion cannon, the top edges of his shoulders were still sharp enough to carve shallow marks into the metal wall.
This was the forty-seventh mark. Forty-seven solar cycles since he had suffered the biggest humiliation of his entire three-million-stellar-cycle lifetime. FORTY-SEVEN SOLAR CYCLES where all he could do was either take a blasted stasis nap or think about how it all went wrong.
He had been defeated before, of course. Simply going by sheer magnitude, the Great War one million stellar cycles ago was a much greater defeat for the Decepticon cause than this.
But that was different. There he had been defeated by a desperate last-minute attempt by the Autobots. Only the combination of the Autobots' greatest weapon AND the loss of the Allspark had prevented Megatron's victory. He had fought against such powerful, world-renowned Autobots as Ultra Magnus, and yet he had still managed to escape with most of his inner circle when it all came crashing down.
This new Magnus, though, this.... Optimus. How he hated to even THINK the former Prime's name. An Elite Guard washout in a team full of washouts... and they beat HIM? Worse than beat him, they beat him multiple times. By the metal of their teeth, but they beat him AND his inner circle.
And after the smoke had cleared after the final Lugnut Supreme had been destroyed, he should have run away to fight another day. He had been severely damaged, but not destroyed.
But these constant defeats had eaten at him, made him give completely into his anger, which he rarely did-- certainly never in such a grave situation. Despite being outnumbered and almost dead, he had attacked Optimus Prime, who was carrying the Magnus hammer. Megatron was not so big-headed as to think he was perfect. It had been a disastrous mistake, one he had instantly regretted as he stared up at Optimus from his prone position on the pavement. But stupidly, he had done it anyway.
During the next several days, as all of his closest Decepticons were brought home in stasis cuffs and paraded in front of the mindless Autobot masses before being shut in prison cells, he had seriously considered ending it all.
But no. To do so would not have been worthy of the title Decepticon. To do so would not have been worthy of the name MEGATRON.
So he did what he was best at-- forming plans, refining them, crafting them. His revenge would yet come.
And he would make sure this new "Optimus Magnus" died an extremely slow, excruciating death.
Megatron's thoughts were interrupted as a guard walked by the cell, telling him to stop carving stuff into the walls, it was extremely noisy and the other prisoners were complaining. Their internal chronometers were perfectly capable of keeping number of the track of days, he didn't need to write it on the walls.
Megatron merely smirked in response. Of course the guard would think that the marks on the walls were keeping track of the days since he had been shut in this spark-forsaken prison, and in some way they were.
But not to Megatron. To him they were not a counting of solar cycles SINCE an event but a counting down of solar cycles TO an event.
Megatron smiled as he looked back at the rows of notches.
They had been carefully placed apart so that, when looked at as a whole, they formed the Decepticon symbol.
At least, they would when they were complete. By then, all would be in readiness.
And Megatron sat down in his cell again, mentally noting that there were only a few notches left to make.