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Personal Information
Name: Ro
Personal LJ: forgo
Email / AIM / MSN: EMAIL: roorat[at]gmail[dot]com | AIM: jolted volt
Character Information
Character Name: Jazz
Fandom: Transformers
Timeline: 2007 movie (Literally right before being torn in half near the end of the film.)
Source: I choose you, TFWiki!
Character History: Once upon a time when Cybertron was a land of peace and love and, uh, fluffy mechanical bunnies or something idk, Jazz was a member of Megatron's "forces" - what that entailed exactly, I'm kind of fuzzy on, but whatever it was he did, he sure spent a lot of time with Optimus and his science division - most likely because of his insatiable thirst for knowledge. And also to bother Ratchet. (It is possible that he could have somehow had a hand in both Optimus' science division and Megatron's forces, but the prequel comics seem to imply that he was one of Megatron's more than one of Optimus'. So. That's what I'm going with.)
When Megatron Flipped His Shit, the unit Jazz was a part of was mostly assigned to sentry duty - which included guarding Megatron's quarters. Which came in pretty handy when Jazz decided to side with Optimus and Optimus asked for his help (along with Prowl's) to see what kind of skeletons Megatron had lurking in his proverbial closet. (The skeleton in this case happened to be a giant ancient artifact - which the Fallen could apparently speak/see through. Like a video chat, but with less video and more evil.)
As the war progressed, Jazz rose to the rank of First Lieutenant quickly - his skills of improvisation and adaptability were invaluable both in the field and in matters of military intelligence.
Jazz was among the first Autobots to arrive on Earth, and he fought in the battle at Mission City. And Megatron tore him in half for his trouble. Oops.
Character Personality: Jazz is that guy that everybody likes - even when he's teasing. He's friendly, upbeat, and always up for conversation - in fact, he's sometimes teased about his need to be vocal. His designation seems to fit him well, because he has a little bit of swagger about him. And, yeah, he's kinda vain. And by kinda, I mean really. He has a nasty habit of externalizing his spark forcefield to protect his bodywork. Yes, he uses the forcefield designed to essentially keep his heart safe to keep his bodywork from being dinged. This nasty habit once nearly cost him his life at the hands of Bonecrusher.
Above all else, though, he craves knowledge. Information is his favorite thing ever, and the more of it he has, the happier he is. For the sake of knowledge, he would gladly abandon everything else - and he did do this at one point, until he got his smart-aft eaten by an alien planet and Ratchet and Ironhide had to come save him. For being so smart, sometimes he's not so smart.
But, just because his love of learning seems to take president, that's not to say he doesn't care about those around him. He does - he was, in fact, very vocal about needing to rescue Bumblebee when he was taken captive by humans. He was also quick to distract Megatron to allow the Autobots' human allies time to flee (unfortunate that this act ultimately cost him his life).
Powers: In case I haven't said it before, Jazz loves learning. As such, he is able to download and decipher data at insanely fast speeds, and he has a "near-perfect recordable memory". Forget Wikipedia. We have Jazzipedia.
Jazz is also equipped with a friction-retardant surface, which allows him to move with minimal wind resistance - because hey, he's not big, so he's fast. (His max speed in vehicle mode is 400 mph.) He also has a penchant for using all sorts of acrobatics while in battle - not because he's a goof, but because the extra seconds spent jumping around give him more than enough time to analyze the situation and act accordingly.
Samples
First person:
So, let me get this straight.
All of us are pretty much from different universes. Different timelines, different Cybertrons, Megatrons, Optimuses, you name it. In one universe - a universe that was probably dropped on its head when it was created, if you ask me - there's a good Megatron and an evil Optimus. I'm still tryin' to wrap my processors around that one. Starsc--- 'scuse me, "Cometfall", Soundwave, you guys are cool. Don't get me wrong. The connotations are just weird.
I'm just gonna come out and say it - I'm really curious about all of you. What's your world like? What happened to make Primax 402.04 Gamma different from Primax 1005.19 Gamma? And where the slag did Primax 1005.19 Gamma i even come from? Any insight, and stories, anything would be more than welcome. I just wanna talk.
And I know I'm supposed to be dead. Don't remind me. I'm gonna try and put that existential crisis on hold for as long as I slaggin' can.
Third Person:
This was bad. This was really slagging bad. Megatron had him in a grip not unlike a vise, and somehow, for some reason, Jazz was still running his mouth. "You wanna piece of me?" He challenged, defiant even in the face of what was looking more and more like an inevitable end. "You wanna piece?" (He had adopted Earth slang rather quickly - it was interesting - but, he realized too late that his choice of words were perhaps not the best.)
"No," was the reply the reached his audio receptors. If Megatron had intended to remark on that further - or launch into a supervillain-esque monologue for all he knew - Jazz didn't catch it, because suddenly there was pain - sharp and white-hot, stabbing through his middle.
He was going to die - he knew this with clear, irrevocable certainty. He was going to die. Here, on Earth, fighting to save both his own race and theirs. It was kind of a shame. There was a lot left in this place that he wanted to see, wanted to experience. But, all things considered, with Megatron's sights on Jazz the humans had gotten clear of the oncoming Decepticon leader. He'd done his job, he--
And then the bottom dropped out of his world.
Jazz's first thought was that perhaps Megatron had dropped him, and in his current state he couldn't say plummeting to the asphalt was preferable to being torn in half. Of course, if he was lucky, Ratchet could put him back together when he landed.
If he landed.
It was certainly taking an awful lot of time to fall. Maybe his mind was going far too quickly, given the circumstances, but he was almost certain impact should have happened ages ago.
Just as quickly as it had started, the feeling that he was falling suddenly stopped. It was unbearably bright - wherever he was - and he tried to lift a hand to shield his optics, but it wasn't working quite right. If that, and the pain in his midsection were any indication, Megatron had messed him up badly. Oh, Ratchet was gonna kill him.
That is, if all this didn't first.
Name: Ro
Personal LJ: forgo
Email / AIM / MSN: EMAIL: roorat[at]gmail[dot]com | AIM: jolted volt
Character Information
Character Name: Jazz
Fandom: Transformers
Timeline: 2007 movie (Literally right before being torn in half near the end of the film.)
Source: I choose you, TFWiki!
Character History: Once upon a time when Cybertron was a land of peace and love and, uh, fluffy mechanical bunnies or something idk, Jazz was a member of Megatron's "forces" - what that entailed exactly, I'm kind of fuzzy on, but whatever it was he did, he sure spent a lot of time with Optimus and his science division - most likely because of his insatiable thirst for knowledge. And also to bother Ratchet. (It is possible that he could have somehow had a hand in both Optimus' science division and Megatron's forces, but the prequel comics seem to imply that he was one of Megatron's more than one of Optimus'. So. That's what I'm going with.)
When Megatron Flipped His Shit, the unit Jazz was a part of was mostly assigned to sentry duty - which included guarding Megatron's quarters. Which came in pretty handy when Jazz decided to side with Optimus and Optimus asked for his help (along with Prowl's) to see what kind of skeletons Megatron had lurking in his proverbial closet. (The skeleton in this case happened to be a giant ancient artifact - which the Fallen could apparently speak/see through. Like a video chat, but with less video and more evil.)
As the war progressed, Jazz rose to the rank of First Lieutenant quickly - his skills of improvisation and adaptability were invaluable both in the field and in matters of military intelligence.
Jazz was among the first Autobots to arrive on Earth, and he fought in the battle at Mission City. And Megatron tore him in half for his trouble. Oops.
Character Personality: Jazz is that guy that everybody likes - even when he's teasing. He's friendly, upbeat, and always up for conversation - in fact, he's sometimes teased about his need to be vocal. His designation seems to fit him well, because he has a little bit of swagger about him. And, yeah, he's kinda vain. And by kinda, I mean really. He has a nasty habit of externalizing his spark forcefield to protect his bodywork. Yes, he uses the forcefield designed to essentially keep his heart safe to keep his bodywork from being dinged. This nasty habit once nearly cost him his life at the hands of Bonecrusher.
Above all else, though, he craves knowledge. Information is his favorite thing ever, and the more of it he has, the happier he is. For the sake of knowledge, he would gladly abandon everything else - and he did do this at one point, until he got his smart-aft eaten by an alien planet and Ratchet and Ironhide had to come save him. For being so smart, sometimes he's not so smart.
But, just because his love of learning seems to take president, that's not to say he doesn't care about those around him. He does - he was, in fact, very vocal about needing to rescue Bumblebee when he was taken captive by humans. He was also quick to distract Megatron to allow the Autobots' human allies time to flee (unfortunate that this act ultimately cost him his life).
Powers: In case I haven't said it before, Jazz loves learning. As such, he is able to download and decipher data at insanely fast speeds, and he has a "near-perfect recordable memory". Forget Wikipedia. We have Jazzipedia.
Jazz is also equipped with a friction-retardant surface, which allows him to move with minimal wind resistance - because hey, he's not big, so he's fast. (His max speed in vehicle mode is 400 mph.) He also has a penchant for using all sorts of acrobatics while in battle - not because he's a goof, but because the extra seconds spent jumping around give him more than enough time to analyze the situation and act accordingly.
Samples
First person:
So, let me get this straight.
All of us are pretty much from different universes. Different timelines, different Cybertrons, Megatrons, Optimuses, you name it. In one universe - a universe that was probably dropped on its head when it was created, if you ask me - there's a good Megatron and an evil Optimus. I'm still tryin' to wrap my processors around that one. Starsc--- 'scuse me, "Cometfall", Soundwave, you guys are cool. Don't get me wrong. The connotations are just weird.
I'm just gonna come out and say it - I'm really curious about all of you. What's your world like? What happened to make Primax 402.04 Gamma different from Primax 1005.19 Gamma? And where the slag did Primax 1005.19 Gamma i even come from? Any insight, and stories, anything would be more than welcome. I just wanna talk.
And I know I'm supposed to be dead. Don't remind me. I'm gonna try and put that existential crisis on hold for as long as I slaggin' can.
Third Person:
This was bad. This was really slagging bad. Megatron had him in a grip not unlike a vise, and somehow, for some reason, Jazz was still running his mouth. "You wanna piece of me?" He challenged, defiant even in the face of what was looking more and more like an inevitable end. "You wanna piece?" (He had adopted Earth slang rather quickly - it was interesting - but, he realized too late that his choice of words were perhaps not the best.)
"No," was the reply the reached his audio receptors. If Megatron had intended to remark on that further - or launch into a supervillain-esque monologue for all he knew - Jazz didn't catch it, because suddenly there was pain - sharp and white-hot, stabbing through his middle.
He was going to die - he knew this with clear, irrevocable certainty. He was going to die. Here, on Earth, fighting to save both his own race and theirs. It was kind of a shame. There was a lot left in this place that he wanted to see, wanted to experience. But, all things considered, with Megatron's sights on Jazz the humans had gotten clear of the oncoming Decepticon leader. He'd done his job, he--
And then the bottom dropped out of his world.
Jazz's first thought was that perhaps Megatron had dropped him, and in his current state he couldn't say plummeting to the asphalt was preferable to being torn in half. Of course, if he was lucky, Ratchet could put him back together when he landed.
If he landed.
It was certainly taking an awful lot of time to fall. Maybe his mind was going far too quickly, given the circumstances, but he was almost certain impact should have happened ages ago.
Just as quickly as it had started, the feeling that he was falling suddenly stopped. It was unbearably bright - wherever he was - and he tried to lift a hand to shield his optics, but it wasn't working quite right. If that, and the pain in his midsection were any indication, Megatron had messed him up badly. Oh, Ratchet was gonna kill him.
That is, if all this didn't first.