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Jun. 13th, 2012 03:00 amPlayer Information
*Name/Alias: Murder
*Your Journal: nah
*Age: OLD D:
*Email/Plurk/AIM/etc: storytelling.crow@gmail.com, almostamurder @ aim
Characters already in the game: N/a; apped Megamind first.
Character Information
*Character Name: Prowl
*Character Canon: Transformer Animated
*Age: Adult.
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: Upon his death in TFA; surrendering his spark to save the world and all that.
*History: http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Prowl_%28Animated%29
*Personality:
Prowl has grown up; he has gone from a selfish, draft-dodging conscientious objector in his youth to a stalwart, single-mindedly focused master of the Cyber-Ninja Arts, including the elusive Processor Over Matter. His the path is the one of discipline, dedication, and perseverance. He didn't choose this path; it sort of found him, but he does not regret his errant wasted youth, because without it, he would never have been changed by Yoketron, and he would never have found his way to be at the right place, at the right time, with the right skills to save a planet and everyone he cared about.
Prowl holds a deep fascination for organic life and it's structures. He is as likely to watch a flower bloom as he is to watch a cat hunt and devour a bird. These are the natural cycles within their spheres and he finds both educational and interesting. The cycles of organic life are much different from their own; hunting, feeding, killing have as much meaning as the synthetic mirrors they have within Cybertronian culture and life forms.
He is prone to quietness, rarely speaks, and despite the fact that he can probably kill you with his pinkie (or it's robotic equivalent) he is quite gentlye, being kind to children, enjoying the antics of babies, and being more apt to offer kind encouragement then brutal judgment.
He is an honorable Autobot to his core-- but that doesn't mean he can't slip up. He is a ninja, and he is prone to things that maybe the others would frown on (including sneak attacks 'worthy' of a Decepticon). He is more ends justifies the means than others might like, but there are still ines he will not cross. He will not betray himself, or those who he has given his loyalty to, and having crossed some of those lines before in the past-- notably in having issues with self-modding and Lockdown's tactics--he knows he can be fallible. But every mistake is an opportunity to learn.
His patience, however, can be worn thin. Interruptions aggravate him, excessive noise irritates. Bumblebee is not his favorite 'bot to hang out with, and he often attempts to instill grace and culture where maybe there is none to be found - best not to ask about Bulkhead's abstract art....
In a moment of crisis, Prowl can realize the hard facts and make the snap decisions that few else could. He realized to save the world he had to die, to give the AllSpark what it needed; a fully realized soul to fill and solidify it. He was willing to make the sacrifice necessary to save what he had come to cherish, to do what he knew was right, though he would not live to see it.
Coming into the 'empty' Cybertron, it should be interesting to see how he takes returning from death (which will now hold no fear for him), as well as the opporutunity to shape a world. Will he take notes from organic systems and apply them to Cybertron, to make a more balanced world? Will he forget what Yoketron said to him upon his death bed, about no longer striving to preserve the fragments of the past?
He'll probably find a place to sit and think about it long and hard, before he acts.
*Powers/Abilities:
On top of being completely awesome at hand to hand combat, hand-held weaponry, and thrown weaponry (such as his 'spinner rim blades' or 'mecha blades' that he has as part of his form) Prowl is a master of steath combat, silence moment, the Cyber-Ninja Arts, including Circuit-Su and Metallikato.
However, the most fantastic ability that Prowl has is Processor Over Matter; having become a truly elite mster of this art, he has managers to levitate, pull Allspark fragments from the area, and in a true triumph, rip his own spark from his living body and commit it to the Allspark to save the day. This ability is akin to the 'Force' for the Jedi's or telekinesis.
There seems to be no upward limit on this ability; he can move a two-story robot (or more), master a complex lock that can ONLY be opened with the art, or gather microscopic fragments of all Spark energy after some meditation. His power requires concetration and focus (ad thus, can be hindered or disrupted), and will be limited by needs of plot and staff. (He's not just going to sit down and summon Spark fragments where there are none, naturally.
*Inventory: Blades, Yoketron's upgrade armor (sidecar in altmode), several cans of pure whupass just waiting for decepticons to open them.
*Starting Polarity: Pick one :D
If AU, how does your character differ from canon?: N/A
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample:
[Prowl is an autobot of few words; when he does turn on his comm it' straight to the point.]
This is Prowl. Rumors of my death were-- not exaggerated.
I see the bots of the following designation; Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Jazz. I also seek the life form known as Sari Sumdac if she is here.
Please contact me.
There is much to discuss.
[And just like that, he kills the transmission.]
*Third Person Sample:
Though he had a room at the temple, Prowl did not stay there. It was too quiet; he never thought that he would say that before now, that there was such a thing as too much stillness in the long halls of contemplation, but-- there was. There was, and he needed a living system outside the codified halls of the temple to keep him centered.
So he left them, and walked the empty lands between the temples; he did not seek out life, but it found him - birds that had come from some organic planet or another, planets that shimmered with technorganic energies, and of course, the occasional fellow Cybertronian. But he did not linger. He needed a high place, with wind and the lifted murmuring of the few people who had been brought to this forming world.
Once he found it, the highest point that was not crafted by hands, artificial or otherwise, he sat. He sat, limbs folding in on each other, until he was in the perfect Steel Lotus position, and he he waited.
He waited for the confusion and the fear, He waited for the anger and the grief. He waited to be frustrated, to be upset, for pride to rise up, reverberate through his returned Spark, and shatter him back to the callow youth he had been so long ago, stripped of his armor and humbled before Yoketron.
It never happened.
Oh, those feelings were there. They bubbled at the heart of him, but never boiled over. Oil pumped, coolent flowed, and he stat there, aware of the bustle of life below him...
...and felt only gratitude, in the end. He was here, again. Given something far greater than protoforms to guard-- no, this was beyond a future generation, this was all generations. That is what he had been brought here for. That is why they had called him from death, and he was grateful for it.
Smiling, just slightly, he sat and listened to the wind, and let the hope for a new beginning wash over him.
Final Notes: This is all Mindy's fault.
*Name/Alias: Murder
*Your Journal: nah
*Age: OLD D:
*Email/Plurk/AIM/etc: storytelling.crow@gmail.com, almostamurder @ aim
Characters already in the game: N/a; apped Megamind first.
Character Information
*Character Name: Prowl
*Character Canon: Transformer Animated
*Age: Adult.
*Race: Cybertronian
*Timeline/Pull Point: Upon his death in TFA; surrendering his spark to save the world and all that.
*History: http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Prowl_%28Animated%29
*Personality:
Prowl has grown up; he has gone from a selfish, draft-dodging conscientious objector in his youth to a stalwart, single-mindedly focused master of the Cyber-Ninja Arts, including the elusive Processor Over Matter. His the path is the one of discipline, dedication, and perseverance. He didn't choose this path; it sort of found him, but he does not regret his errant wasted youth, because without it, he would never have been changed by Yoketron, and he would never have found his way to be at the right place, at the right time, with the right skills to save a planet and everyone he cared about.
Prowl holds a deep fascination for organic life and it's structures. He is as likely to watch a flower bloom as he is to watch a cat hunt and devour a bird. These are the natural cycles within their spheres and he finds both educational and interesting. The cycles of organic life are much different from their own; hunting, feeding, killing have as much meaning as the synthetic mirrors they have within Cybertronian culture and life forms.
He is prone to quietness, rarely speaks, and despite the fact that he can probably kill you with his pinkie (or it's robotic equivalent) he is quite gentlye, being kind to children, enjoying the antics of babies, and being more apt to offer kind encouragement then brutal judgment.
He is an honorable Autobot to his core-- but that doesn't mean he can't slip up. He is a ninja, and he is prone to things that maybe the others would frown on (including sneak attacks 'worthy' of a Decepticon). He is more ends justifies the means than others might like, but there are still ines he will not cross. He will not betray himself, or those who he has given his loyalty to, and having crossed some of those lines before in the past-- notably in having issues with self-modding and Lockdown's tactics--he knows he can be fallible. But every mistake is an opportunity to learn.
His patience, however, can be worn thin. Interruptions aggravate him, excessive noise irritates. Bumblebee is not his favorite 'bot to hang out with, and he often attempts to instill grace and culture where maybe there is none to be found - best not to ask about Bulkhead's abstract art....
In a moment of crisis, Prowl can realize the hard facts and make the snap decisions that few else could. He realized to save the world he had to die, to give the AllSpark what it needed; a fully realized soul to fill and solidify it. He was willing to make the sacrifice necessary to save what he had come to cherish, to do what he knew was right, though he would not live to see it.
Coming into the 'empty' Cybertron, it should be interesting to see how he takes returning from death (which will now hold no fear for him), as well as the opporutunity to shape a world. Will he take notes from organic systems and apply them to Cybertron, to make a more balanced world? Will he forget what Yoketron said to him upon his death bed, about no longer striving to preserve the fragments of the past?
He'll probably find a place to sit and think about it long and hard, before he acts.
*Powers/Abilities:
On top of being completely awesome at hand to hand combat, hand-held weaponry, and thrown weaponry (such as his 'spinner rim blades' or 'mecha blades' that he has as part of his form) Prowl is a master of steath combat, silence moment, the Cyber-Ninja Arts, including Circuit-Su and Metallikato.
However, the most fantastic ability that Prowl has is Processor Over Matter; having become a truly elite mster of this art, he has managers to levitate, pull Allspark fragments from the area, and in a true triumph, rip his own spark from his living body and commit it to the Allspark to save the day. This ability is akin to the 'Force' for the Jedi's or telekinesis.
There seems to be no upward limit on this ability; he can move a two-story robot (or more), master a complex lock that can ONLY be opened with the art, or gather microscopic fragments of all Spark energy after some meditation. His power requires concetration and focus (ad thus, can be hindered or disrupted), and will be limited by needs of plot and staff. (He's not just going to sit down and summon Spark fragments where there are none, naturally.
*Inventory: Blades, Yoketron's upgrade armor (sidecar in altmode), several cans of pure whupass just waiting for decepticons to open them.
*Starting Polarity: Pick one :D
If AU, how does your character differ from canon?: N/A
Writing Samples
*First Person Sample:
[Prowl is an autobot of few words; when he does turn on his comm it' straight to the point.]
This is Prowl. Rumors of my death were-- not exaggerated.
I see the bots of the following designation; Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Jazz. I also seek the life form known as Sari Sumdac if she is here.
Please contact me.
There is much to discuss.
[And just like that, he kills the transmission.]
*Third Person Sample:
Though he had a room at the temple, Prowl did not stay there. It was too quiet; he never thought that he would say that before now, that there was such a thing as too much stillness in the long halls of contemplation, but-- there was. There was, and he needed a living system outside the codified halls of the temple to keep him centered.
So he left them, and walked the empty lands between the temples; he did not seek out life, but it found him - birds that had come from some organic planet or another, planets that shimmered with technorganic energies, and of course, the occasional fellow Cybertronian. But he did not linger. He needed a high place, with wind and the lifted murmuring of the few people who had been brought to this forming world.
Once he found it, the highest point that was not crafted by hands, artificial or otherwise, he sat. He sat, limbs folding in on each other, until he was in the perfect Steel Lotus position, and he he waited.
He waited for the confusion and the fear, He waited for the anger and the grief. He waited to be frustrated, to be upset, for pride to rise up, reverberate through his returned Spark, and shatter him back to the callow youth he had been so long ago, stripped of his armor and humbled before Yoketron.
It never happened.
Oh, those feelings were there. They bubbled at the heart of him, but never boiled over. Oil pumped, coolent flowed, and he stat there, aware of the bustle of life below him...
...and felt only gratitude, in the end. He was here, again. Given something far greater than protoforms to guard-- no, this was beyond a future generation, this was all generations. That is what he had been brought here for. That is why they had called him from death, and he was grateful for it.
Smiling, just slightly, he sat and listened to the wind, and let the hope for a new beginning wash over him.
Final Notes: This is all Mindy's fault.
