Post by Slug on Jan 26, 2010 22:42:32 GMT -5
Name: Snapz
Race: Cybertronian
Gender: Mech
Age: Approximately 30 in human standards.
Origin: Cybertron
Allegiance: Neutral
Description:
Snapz’s alt mode is a dark cherry red Lamborghini motorcycle concept, built as a long, sleek, and somewhat curvy vehicle with sharp edges, this build allowing Snapz to maneuver with an eerie gracefulness. Now, as for Snapz robot mode…
Well, he’s rather tall for a mech, but not overly so, though most of the time he does find himself looking down his nose at other. But anyway, Snapz is ‘muscular’ in human standards, having enough thickness to give him that ‘lean, mean, fighting machine’ look about him, which is only bumped up a level by his sharp points.
His ‘sharp points’ are his chin, shoulders, elbows, fingers, hips, and knees, which all have some sort of lengthened, pointed armor on them, giving Snapz a slightly spiky, ‘do not touch’ aura. Are we noticing the pattern here, yet? No? Well, then let me describe some more… Snapz’s ‘dark cherry red’ armor, though not bright, is still red, which brings to mind that ‘danger’ signs are also red, and for a good reason, too! Snapz’s looks just scream “Watch out!” and “Warning!”.
Now do you notice? The tall, intimidating height, the ‘mean’ leanness, the ‘do not touch’ aura, and the red armor… I think it’s pretty clear what Snapz is trying to point out, isn’t it, or do I have to spell it out for you? …Well, I guess I have to, now don’t I?
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S. Dangerous, you fools, and not dangerous as in “Oh, it’s a cliff. /avoids”. No. Just… no. You can avoid the bomb, love… but not the explosion, and that’s exactly what Snapz is-- an explosion. He’s ‘frisky’ as hell when his ‘fuse’ is lit, and only gets worse when his fuse starts loosing more and more wick. You could easily stop the fuse from burning all the way, of course, but if you’re not fast enough…
Boom.
Snapz has a nasty, and rather scary temper. He’s violent, and with his looks? Pfft, you’re shit outta luck, man, because Snapz is as destructive as his appearance lets on. “Hell hath no fury like a Snapz scorned”, or so they say. But have no fear! An unlit bomb, though still a bomb, is not as bad as it may seem! Just think of it as… threatening. Yes, that’s it. Threatening. Snapz can be threatening, but it’s all in good nature, I assure you! He can joke, though dark it may be, and he can most certainly be the most friendly bot you may have ever seen.
Plus, if you become one of his allies, he’ll be the most loyal sonuvaglitch that you can’t even begin to imagine. He’d never lie to you, get angry with you-- hell, you pretty much signed up for your own guardian angel. Of course… you gotta work hard before you can have Snapz as an ally. Impressing him is not so easily done, nor is earning his respect, let alone his friendship.
But it’s not all about impressing, or respect.
Maybe… sometimes… if you watch his back, he’ll watch yours, and slowly that relationship will become the ‘guardian angel’ level (Pffft. Level.). However, you have to be sly about it. You go half-cocked into watching over Snapz when he doesn’t need it, you’ll officially flush your ‘pal’ ticket down the toilet. He doesn’t appreciate unneeded assistance, nor ‘Daddy’s little helpers’. If he can do something on his own, then slaggit, let him do it! Believe me, he is far from fragile-- hell, the mech can take a beating, let me tell ya’. You push him down, and he’ll get back up, stubborn as ever. You’d have to break the fraggers legs just to keep him down, though I suggest you also break his arms so he doesn’t crawl after you…
Oh, wow. Dude, I got sidetracked-- back to appearance!
Snapz’s cranium is shaped like an upside-down teardrop, which is protected by a rather thorny helmet, the thorns more grander the closer you get to the helmet's top. Snapz cranium would be a nice, round shape, if not for his rather sharpand rather sexy, if I say so myself goatee, which is black. He also has odd, elfin ears, though he stresses that they're 'antenna', not ears.
Pffft. Same difference.
Anyway~ Snapz's silver face is somewhat 'hollow' looking, which seems rather ghostly, yet eye-catching to all. However, some also think it's disturbing, few are more drawn to it like a moth to the flame, while most simply think "eh" and move on with their lives. Moving down, Snapz's neck is oddly elegant, wrapped in delicate wires of different shades of red, which are covered in bronze coloured plates. You can see the wires through the cracks between the plates because all the plates are parted slightly from each other, which makes it easier for Snapz to turn his head this way and that.
His shoulder armor is jagged and bright red, giving Snapz a rather warlord-ish look. (Snapz seems to have a lot of looks...) Now, if only he had a tattered cape -cough-... Along the underneath of his 'dark cherry red' arms are tiny, bronze coloured spikes, though the biggest spike is his elbow, which is slightly curved-- like a blade, if you will. His hands are wide-spread, his fingers belonging to that of an artist, though at their tips are bronze coloured claws, medium sized in length and retractable. He loves snapping those fingers of his. Snapz just can't resist the loud, metallic ringing of his metal claws snapping, he truly can't.
His chest puffs out slightly at the top, then slowly curves downward like a hill toward his smooth, silver stomach, which has a yellow bellybutton. Yes. A bellybutton. When Snapz pushes this button, it triggers his comm. Need I say more? ...Anyway, the top of Snapz's hips are pointed, and jut out slightly from Snapz, making it surprisingly easier for him to run, seeing as his hips can't rub against his sides, which would slow him down.
Snapz 'dark cherry red' legs are long, and lean, his thighs something worthy of drooling over-- as are his calves. However, his sharp armored knees make most wary, because honestly: who would want to be kneed in the crotch and the stomach by those things? Certainly not me... er... >.>'the slug is a lie.
Oh, yes. My favorite part of Snapz...SnapzHasSpikedHeeledBootsForFeet./flees
Past:
Snapz was created as a neutral on Cybertron. This suited Snapz perfectly, because when the war started, Snapz had no desire to fight for either side. He was quite happy with keeping his armor intact, thank you very much. However, Snapz soon learned that staying a neutral would be a more difficult task than he thought, especially with all the 'persuading' recruiters searching high and low for more soldiers for the Autobot ranks.
Going into hiding had been cowardly, but most certainly necessary for Snapz, but as time passed, Snapz grew sick of hiding and creeping around like a rat. Surely the war couldn't be that bad, could it? With those hopeful thoughts in his processor, Snapz came out of hiding and joined Autoboot Camp, where he eventually graduated as a low-ranking soldier.
However, his training had prepared him for battle... but not the bodies.
Scarred from the carnage, the only thing that kept Snapz going was the anger. The rage birthed from the numberless casualties of his comrades. But was it revenge that made him offline all of those Decepticons without hesitation? Without mercy?
"No. It's called justice."
...It was only after rescuing a young survivor from the midst of a battle did Snapz realize how utterly wrong he was.
Carrying the femme close to his chest, he charged his way out of the warzone, trying his best not to jostle the wailing cybertronian in his arms. Far off, the sound of weapons screaming and battle cries slowly began to fade, but he continued on, ignoring the burning pain in his side.
"Ss-sss-sssh," He whispered furiously, his shushing bouncing with every step he took.
It only made the little autobot's wailing worse, but Snapz couldn't blame her.
"We're almost there," Snapz soothed feebly, voice hoarse. "Just stay with me!"
And that's when the tiny femme spoke. "D-Decepticon!" She sobbed, frightened as she struggled in Snapz's hold.
Snapz ran even faster, the slight limp in his stride gone. "No Decepticon is going to get you, Sweetspark." He wheezed, optics brightening at the sight of a transport shuttle on the horizon. "I promise." He added to the hiccuping femme, throwing in a few more, hopefully comforting, shushes.
...Then it suddenly dawned on him why the femme was struggling and wailing so much-- why she was more than just afraid. It all made sense now.
She thought he was a Decepticon.
Glancing down at the femme, Snapz scrambled into the shuttle, earning surprised cries from the pilot and guard.
Snapz found a blaster aimed at his face quickly after.
"Slaggit!" He snarled, making the guard jerk. "Get us out of here!" Snapz shoved passed the blaster and the guard, setting the sniffling femme down on one of the chairs.
She didn't hesitate to run behind the guard once she was out of Snapz's grasp.
"Decepticon." Was the femme's whisper, and the guard gave Snapz a onceover-- and raised an optic ridge at the autobot symbol on Snapz's hip before lowering his blaster.
"Primus, kid. That's an Autobot right there-- see the insignia?" He said, looking down at the femme clutching his leg.
The femme shook her head. "Oil. She muttered, optics dulling slightly. "Too much... oil."
Snapz stared at the femme for a moment, then looked down at himself.
...Oh.
He was covered in oil. The oil of his enemies... his friends...
Snapz shook his head, and growled to the nervous-looking pilot: "Get us. In. The air."
Once the shuttle left the ground, Snapz refused to look at the femme, though he could feel her gaze on him, and tried his best to ignore the next words that escaped her.
"Murderer."
Snapz was unsuccessful.
The experience was enough for Snapz to realize that he was no better than a Decepticon-- matter of fact, the autobots were no better than the decepticons. So, he fled, escaping the war and into hiding on Cybertron, where he currently is now.
Other:
Holoform: Tall, lean, lily-white male with a flaming-red mohawk and black goatee, along with pale blue eyes and freckles across his nose. His attire consists of black jeans, a 'dark cherry red' shirt, spike-heeled boots, and a dagger-shaped earring in his left ear.
Cyberstar: The Cyberstar resembles rather closely to that of the human weapon, Morning Star. The Cyberstar is staff of medium length, and at one of it's tips is a metallic ball covered in all sorts of different shaped, energon spikes. Some are hooked at the tips, some are spiral, others jagged, and so on and so forth. However, at the tip of the metallic ball is one, long spike. So, the Cyberstar isn't just for whacking people withlike the pinatas they are, it's also great for stabbing! Cheerio, love!
Race: Cybertronian
Gender: Mech
Age: Approximately 30 in human standards.
Origin: Cybertron
Allegiance: Neutral
Description:
>>>Alt Mode<<<
Snapz’s alt mode is a dark cherry red Lamborghini motorcycle concept, built as a long, sleek, and somewhat curvy vehicle with sharp edges, this build allowing Snapz to maneuver with an eerie gracefulness. Now, as for Snapz robot mode…
Well, he’s rather tall for a mech, but not overly so, though most of the time he does find himself looking down his nose at other. But anyway, Snapz is ‘muscular’ in human standards, having enough thickness to give him that ‘lean, mean, fighting machine’ look about him, which is only bumped up a level by his sharp points.
His ‘sharp points’ are his chin, shoulders, elbows, fingers, hips, and knees, which all have some sort of lengthened, pointed armor on them, giving Snapz a slightly spiky, ‘do not touch’ aura. Are we noticing the pattern here, yet? No? Well, then let me describe some more… Snapz’s ‘dark cherry red’ armor, though not bright, is still red, which brings to mind that ‘danger’ signs are also red, and for a good reason, too! Snapz’s looks just scream “Watch out!” and “Warning!”.
Now do you notice? The tall, intimidating height, the ‘mean’ leanness, the ‘do not touch’ aura, and the red armor… I think it’s pretty clear what Snapz is trying to point out, isn’t it, or do I have to spell it out for you? …Well, I guess I have to, now don’t I?
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S. Dangerous, you fools, and not dangerous as in “Oh, it’s a cliff. /avoids”. No. Just… no. You can avoid the bomb, love… but not the explosion, and that’s exactly what Snapz is-- an explosion. He’s ‘frisky’ as hell when his ‘fuse’ is lit, and only gets worse when his fuse starts loosing more and more wick. You could easily stop the fuse from burning all the way, of course, but if you’re not fast enough…
Boom.
Snapz has a nasty, and rather scary temper. He’s violent, and with his looks? Pfft, you’re shit outta luck, man, because Snapz is as destructive as his appearance lets on. “Hell hath no fury like a Snapz scorned”, or so they say. But have no fear! An unlit bomb, though still a bomb, is not as bad as it may seem! Just think of it as… threatening. Yes, that’s it. Threatening. Snapz can be threatening, but it’s all in good nature, I assure you! He can joke, though dark it may be, and he can most certainly be the most friendly bot you may have ever seen.
Plus, if you become one of his allies, he’ll be the most loyal sonuvaglitch that you can’t even begin to imagine. He’d never lie to you, get angry with you-- hell, you pretty much signed up for your own guardian angel. Of course… you gotta work hard before you can have Snapz as an ally. Impressing him is not so easily done, nor is earning his respect, let alone his friendship.
But it’s not all about impressing, or respect.
Maybe… sometimes… if you watch his back, he’ll watch yours, and slowly that relationship will become the ‘guardian angel’ level (Pffft. Level.). However, you have to be sly about it. You go half-cocked into watching over Snapz when he doesn’t need it, you’ll officially flush your ‘pal’ ticket down the toilet. He doesn’t appreciate unneeded assistance, nor ‘Daddy’s little helpers’. If he can do something on his own, then slaggit, let him do it! Believe me, he is far from fragile-- hell, the mech can take a beating, let me tell ya’. You push him down, and he’ll get back up, stubborn as ever. You’d have to break the fraggers legs just to keep him down, though I suggest you also break his arms so he doesn’t crawl after you…
Oh, wow. Dude, I got sidetracked-- back to appearance!
Snapz’s cranium is shaped like an upside-down teardrop, which is protected by a rather thorny helmet, the thorns more grander the closer you get to the helmet's top. Snapz cranium would be a nice, round shape, if not for his rather sharp
Pffft. Same difference.
Anyway~ Snapz's silver face is somewhat 'hollow' looking, which seems rather ghostly, yet eye-catching to all. However, some also think it's disturbing, few are more drawn to it like a moth to the flame, while most simply think "eh" and move on with their lives. Moving down, Snapz's neck is oddly elegant, wrapped in delicate wires of different shades of red, which are covered in bronze coloured plates. You can see the wires through the cracks between the plates because all the plates are parted slightly from each other, which makes it easier for Snapz to turn his head this way and that.
His shoulder armor is jagged and bright red, giving Snapz a rather warlord-ish look. (Snapz seems to have a lot of looks...) Now, if only he had a tattered cape -cough-... Along the underneath of his 'dark cherry red' arms are tiny, bronze coloured spikes, though the biggest spike is his elbow, which is slightly curved-- like a blade, if you will. His hands are wide-spread, his fingers belonging to that of an artist, though at their tips are bronze coloured claws, medium sized in length and retractable. He loves snapping those fingers of his. Snapz just can't resist the loud, metallic ringing of his metal claws snapping, he truly can't.
His chest puffs out slightly at the top, then slowly curves downward like a hill toward his smooth, silver stomach, which has a yellow bellybutton. Yes. A bellybutton. When Snapz pushes this button, it triggers his comm. Need I say more? ...Anyway, the top of Snapz's hips are pointed, and jut out slightly from Snapz, making it surprisingly easier for him to run, seeing as his hips can't rub against his sides, which would slow him down.
Snapz 'dark cherry red' legs are long, and lean, his thighs something worthy of drooling over-- as are his calves. However, his sharp armored knees make most wary, because honestly: who would want to be kneed in the crotch and the stomach by those things? Certainly not me... er... >.>'
Oh, yes. My favorite part of Snapz...
Past:
Snapz was created as a neutral on Cybertron. This suited Snapz perfectly, because when the war started, Snapz had no desire to fight for either side. He was quite happy with keeping his armor intact, thank you very much. However, Snapz soon learned that staying a neutral would be a more difficult task than he thought, especially with all the 'persuading' recruiters searching high and low for more soldiers for the Autobot ranks.
Going into hiding had been cowardly, but most certainly necessary for Snapz, but as time passed, Snapz grew sick of hiding and creeping around like a rat. Surely the war couldn't be that bad, could it? With those hopeful thoughts in his processor, Snapz came out of hiding and joined Autoboot Camp, where he eventually graduated as a low-ranking soldier.
However, his training had prepared him for battle... but not the bodies.
Scarred from the carnage, the only thing that kept Snapz going was the anger. The rage birthed from the numberless casualties of his comrades. But was it revenge that made him offline all of those Decepticons without hesitation? Without mercy?
"No. It's called justice."
...It was only after rescuing a young survivor from the midst of a battle did Snapz realize how utterly wrong he was.
Carrying the femme close to his chest, he charged his way out of the warzone, trying his best not to jostle the wailing cybertronian in his arms. Far off, the sound of weapons screaming and battle cries slowly began to fade, but he continued on, ignoring the burning pain in his side.
"Ss-sss-sssh," He whispered furiously, his shushing bouncing with every step he took.
It only made the little autobot's wailing worse, but Snapz couldn't blame her.
"We're almost there," Snapz soothed feebly, voice hoarse. "Just stay with me!"
And that's when the tiny femme spoke. "D-Decepticon!" She sobbed, frightened as she struggled in Snapz's hold.
Snapz ran even faster, the slight limp in his stride gone. "No Decepticon is going to get you, Sweetspark." He wheezed, optics brightening at the sight of a transport shuttle on the horizon. "I promise." He added to the hiccuping femme, throwing in a few more, hopefully comforting, shushes.
...Then it suddenly dawned on him why the femme was struggling and wailing so much-- why she was more than just afraid. It all made sense now.
She thought he was a Decepticon.
Glancing down at the femme, Snapz scrambled into the shuttle, earning surprised cries from the pilot and guard.
Snapz found a blaster aimed at his face quickly after.
"Slaggit!" He snarled, making the guard jerk. "Get us out of here!" Snapz shoved passed the blaster and the guard, setting the sniffling femme down on one of the chairs.
She didn't hesitate to run behind the guard once she was out of Snapz's grasp.
"Decepticon." Was the femme's whisper, and the guard gave Snapz a onceover-- and raised an optic ridge at the autobot symbol on Snapz's hip before lowering his blaster.
"Primus, kid. That's an Autobot right there-- see the insignia?" He said, looking down at the femme clutching his leg.
The femme shook her head. "Oil. She muttered, optics dulling slightly. "Too much... oil."
Snapz stared at the femme for a moment, then looked down at himself.
...Oh.
He was covered in oil. The oil of his enemies... his friends...
Snapz shook his head, and growled to the nervous-looking pilot: "Get us. In. The air."
Once the shuttle left the ground, Snapz refused to look at the femme, though he could feel her gaze on him, and tried his best to ignore the next words that escaped her.
"Murderer."
Snapz was unsuccessful.
The experience was enough for Snapz to realize that he was no better than a Decepticon-- matter of fact, the autobots were no better than the decepticons. So, he fled, escaping the war and into hiding on Cybertron, where he currently is now.
Other:
Holoform: Tall, lean, lily-white male with a flaming-red mohawk and black goatee, along with pale blue eyes and freckles across his nose. His attire consists of black jeans, a 'dark cherry red' shirt, spike-heeled boots, and a dagger-shaped earring in his left ear.
Weapons
Cyberstar: The Cyberstar resembles rather closely to that of the human weapon, Morning Star. The Cyberstar is staff of medium length, and at one of it's tips is a metallic ball covered in all sorts of different shaped, energon spikes. Some are hooked at the tips, some are spiral, others jagged, and so on and so forth. However, at the tip of the metallic ball is one, long spike. So, the Cyberstar isn't just for whacking people with
I am a Decepticon