OOC: App for nolongerlostrpg

Aug 02, 2010 12:36

.character information
.full name: Jazz
.universe: Bayverse aka Tyran 707.04 Delta
.affiliation: Autobot all the way!
.status: Dead as a post


.alt mode: Pontiac Solstice
.abilities:
Jazz has near-perfect recordable memory, and can download and analyze data far far faster than any human or human-made computer can possibly do it. He also is equipped with magnetic generator that allows him to attract and dispel any metal-made object.

As Jazz isn't the biggest Autobot around, he makes up for it by being fast and acrobatic. He also has a fusion engine that allows him to reach sub-light speeds in vehicle mode.

.weapons: Jazz's internal weapons systems features multiple offensive and defensive capabilities such as a photon blaster (which can elongate into a sniper rifle, a shoulder-mounted canon, or a short-range blaster with a shield configuration) and magnetic field generator. He is also naturally gifted with great strength, agility and speed, combining all of these attributes into a 'hit-and-run' fighting style that constantly keeps opponents guessing.

.personality:
Optimus Prime's first lieutenant Jazz is an easygoing guy, laid-back and very approachable. He likes to talk and is always up for a conversation. He's highly perceptive regarding what's going on with other people (usually at the most inconvenient times for others) and he usually knows things before the people they’re concerned about do. He's generally likes to tease people using this knowledge but that's natural for him, and he never means any harm by it, more often than not using the teasing as a way to distract someone or cheer that person up if he sees they're down. At the same time, Jazz is open to being teased by others, such as the times when he's teased about his need to be vocal.

One thing to remember is that Jazz loves information of all kinds, and he is always happy to find something new to do or try in pursuit of knowledge. He loves new information and new experiences so much that if given the chance to he would desert the war entirely as he hates war. He actually tried to desert once at an alien planet until he found that said alien planet tried to absorb him and he had to be rescued by Ratchet and Ironhide.

He can also be vain about his appearance. Jazz has the bad habit of expanding the forcefield that was essentially designed to keep his heart alive into covering his entire body just to keep his bodywork nice and shiny. This bad habit nearly got him killed for good in a battle against the Decepticon called Bonecrusher.

Jazz cares very much about those he consider his friends, if you hurt one of them, he won't hesitate to strike back as hard and fast as he could. One example of this is when Bumblebee was taken captive by the government group called Sector 7; Jazz was very vocal about wanting to rescue him right away instead of waiting. And he won't hesitate to do what he feels absolutely needs to be done, such as when he went ahead to distract Megatron in order to buy time for his fellow Autobots and their human allies. This was what got him killed in the end; Megatron tore his body in two for his trouble.

.roleplay sample:
Jazz was screaming. And not just one of those 'a friend took me by surprise by clapping me on the back when I wasn't paying attention' scream but a full out terrified scream. Later on, if asked about it, he might be embarrassed, but right now, he seemed to be falling without any end in sight, and for him what had happened literally just seconds ago Jazz felt he had every right to be screaming.

The last thing he remembered was a shout of warning, then Megatron's overwhelming strength and indescribable pain as a torrent of warnings and alerts flashed across his visor and his body was ripped in two. Okay, maybe going up against Megatron alone the way he did wasn't really that great an idea. But he couldn't see any way out of the situation they were in at the time. Megatron had been RIGHT THERE, and their human allies weren't ready yet so someone had to go and distract that slagger. Hopefully his death hadn't been in vain.

Wait. Dead. He was supposed to be dead and not alive and screaming. Or as the humans say, kicked the bucket, bought the farm, bit the bullet, six feet under, pushing up the daisies and a myriad of other clever sayings. Not that he understood some of them but he'd found the phrases rather amusing.

Ah well, he could find out later when he landed.

If he landed.

!ooc, !app

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