App for nolongerlostrpg
.player information
.name: Shiome
.email address: kurenokoru@live.com
.messenger contact and livejournal: shiome; MSN: kurenokoru@live.com, AIM: flutterjet
.other characters: none :B
.character information
.full name: Optimus Prime
.universe: G1
.affiliation: Autobots
.alt mode: cab-over-engine truck (prob. class 8)
.abilities: In addition to a physical prowess that makes him possibly the only mech capable of rivaling Megatron one on one, Optimus's leadership benefits from his imposing presence as well; he's able of both proving himself in battle and rousing the spirits of his soldiers through inspirational words. He's not the fastest mech, given the considerable bulk of his alt mode, but is nimble enough to be good at basketball - and makes up for the rest with strength and endurance.
He can coordinate actions with his other two modules - combat deck and Roller - and summon his trailer whenever necessary (though if that's a problem, we can ignore it or assume he left it wherever he was before winding up on new-old Cybertron.)
.weapons: Prime's standard weapon is an ion blaster, a laser rifle of considerable power; not a precision weapon by any means, but his aim isn't shabby either.
When serious situations require a devastating melee weapon, he can employ the energon-axe subspaced in his right arm.
In addition, Optimus's trailer houses Roller, a buggy drone used mainly for scouting purposes, radio-controlled within a certain range, and a Combat deck with multiple functions - heavy artillery and an antenna that drastically enhances the Prime's communication range.
And although he would vehemently resent it being called a weapon, the Matrix of leadership encased in his chest is a powerful asset as well, considering it solved a couple of critical situations with its inherent knowledge.
.personality: Optimus is an advocate of freedom and a defender of all sentient lifeforms, often putting himself in personal danger to avoid casualties. Humans or Cybertronians, his allies come before everything else, tactical advantage included: he won't think twice about helping a wounded comrade instead of exploiting a chance to inflict final defeat on his enemies. Compassion and selflessness, while defining features of his, are his biggest weaknesses as well, all too easy to exploit in hostage situations. While his unwavering determination and charisma contribute to make him the necessary leader figure that keeps his faction united and focused, he conceals a deep-rooted sense of guilt, blaming himself for bringing the Cybertronian war to Earth and thus involving countless innocent natives. He has so far managed to protect humans and repel Decepticon attacks, but he's humble about his victories and firmly believes he should and could do more. Despite possessing the wisdom of the Matrix, he can be occasionally naive or simple-minded, acting on his beliefs without hesitation (and, sometimes, without a plan).
.roleplay sample:
It all starts when balance is tipped, Optimus thought. A misunderstanding. A loss in battle. A war.
That had been the beginning of Cybertron's downfall and since then, Optimus had taken particular care, as well as precious breems from his recharge time, to ensure such mistakes would not be repeated, and all things - the morale of his mechs, the odds of a fight - would be maintained as evenly as possible.
For today's trial, too, balance would be essential; offense and defense, teamwork and individual brilliance. He lifted one arm, stretching out in all his towering height and silently demanding attention.
"Autobots," he began, his voice a loud rumble, "it is in the everyday struggles such as this that we forge the spirit of the fighter. No task is trivial, no exercise is to be overlooked to make sure we are always prepared to give the Decepticons a sound beating." He paused, taking in the muttering and grinning 'bots, all lined up in a semblance of order. "In the name of galactic freedom, of course," he added, just in case.
He cleared his vocalizer, moving to the main topic and lifting the object of interest above his head, waiting for one pregnant moment as all the gazes locked on the ball. "The team with doorwings has the ball first. Play!"
He threw it to a random player, maybe a bit too hard for the unsuspecting mech, not even noticing his flailing as he turned to sit on the edge of the makeshift basketball field to enjoy the improvised match.
Needless to say, he would have been right in the middle of it if Ratchet hadn't severely forbidden it; rewiring the arm that'd been blasted off by a vicious shot just the previous orn had taken him 'too slagging long to ruin it bouncing a ball', in the CMO's words, and even if Optimus hadn't been the obedient patient he was, his tactile sensors still hadn’t recalibrated and didn't respond quickly enough to even hope of pulling off successful dribbling.
The 'bots seemed to be doing fine without him, though, if the rhythm of the game and the cheerful yelling were anything to go by. Unseen, he smiled beneath the facemask, observing his proud and eager players scramble across the court, some of them cursing and some even laughing earnestly.
Friendly rivalry like the one sparked by sport was just what they needed on a dull day like this, to temporarily set aside the stagnant thoughts of war and homesickness. The Decepticons would bring them back to reality all too soon, no matter how much he endeavored to prevent it, so... let them enjoy themselves.
The concealed smile grew weary. Let at least them be carefree for a bit and get some respite; he couldn't, but he'd do anything within his power to let them.