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Oct. 2nd, 2014 11:57 pmOUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
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Age: 27
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Characters Played: Crmsn
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Cliffjumper
Canon: Transformers Prime
OU/AU/OC: OU
Canon Point: 4 minutes into the first episode. You know. Where he gets redshirted.
History: Short synopsis
Personality: Cliffjumper is as his name suggests....Cliffjumper. He's a leap-first-ask-why-later kind of bot. Always primed to charge in guns blasting. He's got half a plan, so obviously that's enough to go off of, he'll figure the next part out when he gets to the end of plan one. This gung-ho demeanor along with a natural wellspring of arrogance has probably gotten him into more trouble than he could recant. Though if you asked him, he'd probably tell you just how much fun it really was in the end.
That same arrogance, seems to be the life force behind his ever prattling mouth, as he never seems to shut up. He has a comment about everything and it's almost like he has to make it, usually with an edge of snark behind it. That same chattering, however, seems to be a tool he uses to guage someone or, at the very least, annoy the hell out of them enough to drop their guard around him...then again, maybe he just likes to hear himself talk. He's quite the conversationalist after all, especially to himself, and whoever happens to be close enough in proximity to be talked at. Though it's very likely he's just been around enough that he's learned how to use his blathering as a means to an end, whether that end is distracting, annoying, or just getting someone to open up.
Still, under all that bravado he's got much softer nature to him. He's fairly good at empathizing with others, and seems to know just what to say when it needs to be said, or at the very least relate to the situation enough to have something to say. Sure he's arrogant, but he knows when it's necessary to put aside ones own ego and think about others.
Strengths: Cliffjumper likes to talk. This has proven to be so annoying it distracts or catches people off guard. He's also a seasoned fighter and is more than capable with his fists, though he's definitely not entirely quick on his feet. As a bot he has a six-cylinder ion cannons and a multiphase targeting system. I don't exactly think he'll be coming through with those.
Weaknesses: Cliffjumpers main weakness is that he is Cliffjumper...also that he tends to bite off more than he can chew at times and will pass it off as an intentional part of his plan.
Possessions: A metal horn (specifically that right one), tied into a necklace he can wear.
Pony/Animal Type: Adding another cat to the cat-formers.
Cutie Mark: None
PonyCat Picture: Cliffcat though with a more cat like face like this picture.
SAMPLES
First Person: This thing on? Hello?
[Cliff lightly taps the scroll.]
Why anyone would think talking to a piece of paper would be a good idea is beyond me, but hey to each their own right? The name's Cliffjumper. I'm a little...lost and I'm trying to find the rest of my team. I'm hoping someone out there is getting this, I'm not even sure they're here, but, hey...it was this or going around shouting their names for a few cycles. Don't even know where here is...it's not Earth is it? I don't really remember it being quite so...
[He looks around...he's not sure how to describe it...Frag, he still wasn't even sure he should be functioning right now. Maybe this was all just some kind of...weird memory flux during his dying moment. Whatever it was, he was feeling dumber by the minute as he stared at the scroll. He lightly paws it again, more out of hoping it was doing...whatever it was that it did.]
Anyways, if anyone can fill me in a little I'd appreciate it a lot. Cliffjumper out.
Third Person:
"GAH!"
The scream heard 'round the world. It's sharp and staggard followed by a lot of gasping for air and pawing about. He had-no. There was no way he was still alive...he'd felt his energon bleeding out and his spark fading away. Had he been rescued at the last minute? Even then, he figured he'd have gained conciousness back at the base...or in a cell. Just what the frag was happening here?
"Primus, that was a close one, nearly bit it back there..." He almost expected an answer, but he wasn't exactly sure where it'd come from. He frowned and looked around thoughtfully.
"Arcee? Bulkhead?!...Ratchet?...Anyone?" Cliffjumper waited for an answer, when nothing came he finally took stock of where he was. It all looked...so...tall? That wasn't right?
"There's no way this is real. I'm..." he looked down at his chest, nothing but fur... "What in the...?"
He stood up, nearly topping over at the sudden imbalance of his limbs, and the extension of a...was that a tail?
"The frag is going on around here?" He looked to his hands...paws? Feet...more paws? "By the pit! Starscream I know you like your torture, but I think you're over reaching this time. I mean unless you were planning on stomping on me..."
He almost half expected that to work, he really did.
"Cliff you're callin' for the bot that may or may not have just tried to kill you, you must really be desperate...better not let 'Cee know, she'd never let me live it down..." He chuckled to himself thoughtfully as he started to move on. If no one was here, he'd go find someone.
"Y'know this kind of reminds me of that time I got seperated from my team after we infiltrated Khaon..." If nothing else they'd hear him talking to himself..
Player Name: Pup
Player Journal:
cupofmoogleAge: 27
Contact: @ AIM: CupofMoogle
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Characters Played: Crmsn
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Cliffjumper
Canon: Transformers Prime
OU/AU/OC: OU
Canon Point: 4 minutes into the first episode. You know. Where he gets redshirted.
History: Short synopsis
Personality: Cliffjumper is as his name suggests....Cliffjumper. He's a leap-first-ask-why-later kind of bot. Always primed to charge in guns blasting. He's got half a plan, so obviously that's enough to go off of, he'll figure the next part out when he gets to the end of plan one. This gung-ho demeanor along with a natural wellspring of arrogance has probably gotten him into more trouble than he could recant. Though if you asked him, he'd probably tell you just how much fun it really was in the end.
That same arrogance, seems to be the life force behind his ever prattling mouth, as he never seems to shut up. He has a comment about everything and it's almost like he has to make it, usually with an edge of snark behind it. That same chattering, however, seems to be a tool he uses to guage someone or, at the very least, annoy the hell out of them enough to drop their guard around him...then again, maybe he just likes to hear himself talk. He's quite the conversationalist after all, especially to himself, and whoever happens to be close enough in proximity to be talked at. Though it's very likely he's just been around enough that he's learned how to use his blathering as a means to an end, whether that end is distracting, annoying, or just getting someone to open up.
Still, under all that bravado he's got much softer nature to him. He's fairly good at empathizing with others, and seems to know just what to say when it needs to be said, or at the very least relate to the situation enough to have something to say. Sure he's arrogant, but he knows when it's necessary to put aside ones own ego and think about others.
Strengths: Cliffjumper likes to talk. This has proven to be so annoying it distracts or catches people off guard. He's also a seasoned fighter and is more than capable with his fists, though he's definitely not entirely quick on his feet. As a bot he has a six-cylinder ion cannons and a multiphase targeting system. I don't exactly think he'll be coming through with those.
Weaknesses: Cliffjumpers main weakness is that he is Cliffjumper...also that he tends to bite off more than he can chew at times and will pass it off as an intentional part of his plan.
Possessions: A metal horn (specifically that right one), tied into a necklace he can wear.
Pony/Animal Type: Adding another cat to the cat-formers.
Cutie Mark: None
SAMPLES
First Person: This thing on? Hello?
[Cliff lightly taps the scroll.]
Why anyone would think talking to a piece of paper would be a good idea is beyond me, but hey to each their own right? The name's Cliffjumper. I'm a little...lost and I'm trying to find the rest of my team. I'm hoping someone out there is getting this, I'm not even sure they're here, but, hey...it was this or going around shouting their names for a few cycles. Don't even know where here is...it's not Earth is it? I don't really remember it being quite so...
[He looks around...he's not sure how to describe it...Frag, he still wasn't even sure he should be functioning right now. Maybe this was all just some kind of...weird memory flux during his dying moment. Whatever it was, he was feeling dumber by the minute as he stared at the scroll. He lightly paws it again, more out of hoping it was doing...whatever it was that it did.]
Anyways, if anyone can fill me in a little I'd appreciate it a lot. Cliffjumper out.
Third Person:
"GAH!"
The scream heard 'round the world. It's sharp and staggard followed by a lot of gasping for air and pawing about. He had-no. There was no way he was still alive...he'd felt his energon bleeding out and his spark fading away. Had he been rescued at the last minute? Even then, he figured he'd have gained conciousness back at the base...or in a cell. Just what the frag was happening here?
"Primus, that was a close one, nearly bit it back there..." He almost expected an answer, but he wasn't exactly sure where it'd come from. He frowned and looked around thoughtfully.
"Arcee? Bulkhead?!...Ratchet?...Anyone?" Cliffjumper waited for an answer, when nothing came he finally took stock of where he was. It all looked...so...tall? That wasn't right?
"There's no way this is real. I'm..." he looked down at his chest, nothing but fur... "What in the...?"
He stood up, nearly topping over at the sudden imbalance of his limbs, and the extension of a...was that a tail?
"The frag is going on around here?" He looked to his hands...paws? Feet...more paws? "By the pit! Starscream I know you like your torture, but I think you're over reaching this time. I mean unless you were planning on stomping on me..."
He almost half expected that to work, he really did.
"Cliff you're callin' for the bot that may or may not have just tried to kill you, you must really be desperate...better not let 'Cee know, she'd never let me live it down..." He chuckled to himself thoughtfully as he started to move on. If no one was here, he'd go find someone.
"Y'know this kind of reminds me of that time I got seperated from my team after we infiltrated Khaon..." If nothing else they'd hear him talking to himself..
