Application for My Little Jamjar
Dec. 14th, 2013 12:36 amOUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Player Name: Dent
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Age: 22
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Characters Played: n/a
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Brainstorm
Canon: Transformers: IDW: MTMTE
OU/AU/OC: OU
Canon Point: post-issue sixteen, aka the issue where everything goes horribly wrong aka the time Overlord snuck onboard the ship and killed a lot of bots.
History:You want a history, you got one
Personality: Brainstorm is what you'd consider “work-minded”. But really, that description is very wrong. Work is pretty much breathing, eating, and sleeping for him. What comes first and foremost to him is his job, not because of duty but because he loves it. And what is his job, exactly? Making weapons or as he calls it, science. For some reason Brainstorm deems himself the brightest mind on Cybertron, right on top of Perceptor. And while some may disagree with the brightest part, they have another word for him: outlandish. Yes, so left-of-field are the Autobot's ideas and methods that bots like Wheeljack use his name as a scale of how crazy an idea is. Brainstorm's methods certainly lack the ethics or concern for safety, but they definitely have the creative spark behind it. Whether it's assembling a gun upside down simply because no one could do it or creating a bomb that makes you aware you're in a comic, Brainstorm has a knack for not just thinking outside the box but taking that box and reassembling it into a gun.
Yes Brainstorm's questionable work ethic may leave some believing him without empathy. And given his dismissive and often prodding attitude towards others, those some wouldn't be totally wrong. His only true friend is the mnemosurgeon Chromedome, after all. But he's not without his curiosity. Don't be mistaken if he's talking to you, though. More often than not he's crafting a new scientific idea, seeking a guinea pig, or advertising his genius (or if you're fused to a warp drive, crack a joke about it). But all that aside, he does have the capacity for caring. He does care for the Autobot cause and does give out weaponry favors to his Autobot bretheren (like gun legs for Trailcutter). When Chromedome considered erasing the memory of his dead partner, Brainstorm was the one to try and convince him not to go through with it.
Aside from his intellect and leanings towards sociopathy, Brainstorm is a bit of a coward. When faced with the gaping maw of death, he'd shrivel in a ball and prefer not to die. There's a reason he prefers making the guns and testing them rather than using them.
One last thing vital to Brainstorm's life is the suitcase, an object containing something unmentionable (though apparently it put out a sun according to rumors). There is nothing that hints or tells what exactly is in the suitcase, but Brainstorm is attached to it—carrying it wherever he goes. Don't mock the suitcase. Just don't.
Strengths: Brainstorm, despite his ego, actually is aware of a lot of things. And as such, he can get a good sense of where a situation's going before it plays out. Additionally, he has a talent for thinking of new solutions to problems and thinking them on the fly. That level of intelligence is necessary for one constantly testing and inventing new types of weaponry practically every single day.
As a Cybertonian, Brainstorm is capable of taking a bit of a wallop. It's in the nature of Cybertonians in general, they can survive a lot thrown out to them (even having their head removed, as many bots have demonstrated). What's more, Brainstorm is exceptionally skilled at modifying and upgrading Cybertonians for all kinds of occasions (giving Trailcutter gun legs, adding weapons to Whirl's chest). He's no doctor, but he has a knack for accessorizing his crewmates.
Weaknesses: However despite all his intellect, he has an ego. Not just an ego, but an intellect that just doesn't quite think much in terms of other's (considering things like cracking jokes when one's fused to a warp drive). In addition to that, there's the problem of his cowardice when faced with something even remotely dangerous. He'd rather be the one behind the guy firing the gun when it comes down to matters of life and death.
In combat, Brainstorm is definitely not the strongest. He's the brains of the operation, definitely not a soldier. And given the right shot or the right-sized mech, he could be felled by a fire or a punch. Brainstorm, like all Cybertonians also share a weakness: the spark, located right in their chest. Damage that thing and they're dead, done. No magic upgrading can fix that, it's over.
Possessions: His briefcase containing the unmentionable. Contents of said briefcase have yet to be revealed, but the briefcase is a vital part of Brainstorm's character. The briefcase is important. He needs to briefcase. Do not mock the briefcase.
Pony/Animal Type:Dragon. Given that his alt mode is a flying vehicle, it will make him more adjusted to be a dragon. And with his need to endlessly invent weaponry, it fits with the classical nature of dragons as hoarders. He would be small (around Spike-sized) in order to make him play a level playing field.
SAMPLES
First Person:
[The message starts off in a room, the angle a little skewed. Wherever this room is, it's obvious from the strewn about makeshift parts that someone has been tinkering for a while.
Someone is fumbling around offscreen before they stick their head right onscreen. Oh. It's Brainstorm.]
--so I guess I should explain why I'm doing this.
To be honest it's for one question: has anyone done anything with cats? What ARE cats?--ok, that's two questions.
Well that's where the cat launcher comes in. I don't have a cat, so in place of that I have a piece of fruit.
And you all get to watch history being made—again. It's just a day in the life of Brainstorm.
Aaaand here we go.
[Offscreen more fumbling is heard before the message shows a fruit hitting the wall, practically exploding on impact.]
...note: if it was an actual cat, it would not explode. Maybe.
Third Person:
Some words have been used to describe Brainstorm: half-baked, unethical, insane, please for the love of Primus don't do that. But in the mech's head it translates to: genius genius genius. No need to say it so many times, Brainstorm knew full well how accomplished he was. Consider his new accomplishment now: devising a way to instantly slingshot a letter to Celestia. No, he honestly didn't care about the contents of the letter, he sought out to prove a point to this new-fangled world: magic is dumb, science is infinitely superior.
The former mech nearly took forever to fiddle around with the sparse “parts” he could find if he could call it that. This world was woefully behind millions of years. Sad once he thought about it. But he'd help make the jump start into the future. And soon he would have millions of organics praising his intellect, praise well deserved. After nearly two hours of work, he had it ready, aimed straight for Canterlot. If only he had someone like Perceptor here to watch but...oh well, he'll save that for another potential universe swap.
Just take aim and...bam!
...the scroll definitely went somewhere in the vicinity of Canterlot, going at a velocity one might consider 'dangerous'. Brainstorm shrugged. Ah well, they can't all be winners. Trial and error, after all.
Player Name: Dent
Player Journal:
denty_dimensionAge: 22
Contact:
Characters Played: n/a
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Brainstorm
Canon: Transformers: IDW: MTMTE
OU/AU/OC: OU
Canon Point: post-issue sixteen, aka the issue where everything goes horribly wrong aka the time Overlord snuck onboard the ship and killed a lot of bots.
History:You want a history, you got one
Personality: Brainstorm is what you'd consider “work-minded”. But really, that description is very wrong. Work is pretty much breathing, eating, and sleeping for him. What comes first and foremost to him is his job, not because of duty but because he loves it. And what is his job, exactly? Making weapons or as he calls it, science. For some reason Brainstorm deems himself the brightest mind on Cybertron, right on top of Perceptor. And while some may disagree with the brightest part, they have another word for him: outlandish. Yes, so left-of-field are the Autobot's ideas and methods that bots like Wheeljack use his name as a scale of how crazy an idea is. Brainstorm's methods certainly lack the ethics or concern for safety, but they definitely have the creative spark behind it. Whether it's assembling a gun upside down simply because no one could do it or creating a bomb that makes you aware you're in a comic, Brainstorm has a knack for not just thinking outside the box but taking that box and reassembling it into a gun.
Yes Brainstorm's questionable work ethic may leave some believing him without empathy. And given his dismissive and often prodding attitude towards others, those some wouldn't be totally wrong. His only true friend is the mnemosurgeon Chromedome, after all. But he's not without his curiosity. Don't be mistaken if he's talking to you, though. More often than not he's crafting a new scientific idea, seeking a guinea pig, or advertising his genius (or if you're fused to a warp drive, crack a joke about it). But all that aside, he does have the capacity for caring. He does care for the Autobot cause and does give out weaponry favors to his Autobot bretheren (like gun legs for Trailcutter). When Chromedome considered erasing the memory of his dead partner, Brainstorm was the one to try and convince him not to go through with it.
Aside from his intellect and leanings towards sociopathy, Brainstorm is a bit of a coward. When faced with the gaping maw of death, he'd shrivel in a ball and prefer not to die. There's a reason he prefers making the guns and testing them rather than using them.
One last thing vital to Brainstorm's life is the suitcase, an object containing something unmentionable (though apparently it put out a sun according to rumors). There is nothing that hints or tells what exactly is in the suitcase, but Brainstorm is attached to it—carrying it wherever he goes. Don't mock the suitcase. Just don't.
Strengths: Brainstorm, despite his ego, actually is aware of a lot of things. And as such, he can get a good sense of where a situation's going before it plays out. Additionally, he has a talent for thinking of new solutions to problems and thinking them on the fly. That level of intelligence is necessary for one constantly testing and inventing new types of weaponry practically every single day.
As a Cybertonian, Brainstorm is capable of taking a bit of a wallop. It's in the nature of Cybertonians in general, they can survive a lot thrown out to them (even having their head removed, as many bots have demonstrated). What's more, Brainstorm is exceptionally skilled at modifying and upgrading Cybertonians for all kinds of occasions (giving Trailcutter gun legs, adding weapons to Whirl's chest). He's no doctor, but he has a knack for accessorizing his crewmates.
Weaknesses: However despite all his intellect, he has an ego. Not just an ego, but an intellect that just doesn't quite think much in terms of other's (considering things like cracking jokes when one's fused to a warp drive). In addition to that, there's the problem of his cowardice when faced with something even remotely dangerous. He'd rather be the one behind the guy firing the gun when it comes down to matters of life and death.
In combat, Brainstorm is definitely not the strongest. He's the brains of the operation, definitely not a soldier. And given the right shot or the right-sized mech, he could be felled by a fire or a punch. Brainstorm, like all Cybertonians also share a weakness: the spark, located right in their chest. Damage that thing and they're dead, done. No magic upgrading can fix that, it's over.
Possessions: His briefcase containing the unmentionable. Contents of said briefcase have yet to be revealed, but the briefcase is a vital part of Brainstorm's character. The briefcase is important. He needs to briefcase. Do not mock the briefcase.
Pony/Animal Type:Dragon. Given that his alt mode is a flying vehicle, it will make him more adjusted to be a dragon. And with his need to endlessly invent weaponry, it fits with the classical nature of dragons as hoarders. He would be small (around Spike-sized) in order to make him play a level playing field.
SAMPLES
First Person:
[The message starts off in a room, the angle a little skewed. Wherever this room is, it's obvious from the strewn about makeshift parts that someone has been tinkering for a while.
Someone is fumbling around offscreen before they stick their head right onscreen. Oh. It's Brainstorm.]
--so I guess I should explain why I'm doing this.
To be honest it's for one question: has anyone done anything with cats? What ARE cats?--ok, that's two questions.
Well that's where the cat launcher comes in. I don't have a cat, so in place of that I have a piece of fruit.
And you all get to watch history being made—again. It's just a day in the life of Brainstorm.
Aaaand here we go.
[Offscreen more fumbling is heard before the message shows a fruit hitting the wall, practically exploding on impact.]
...note: if it was an actual cat, it would not explode. Maybe.
Third Person:
Some words have been used to describe Brainstorm: half-baked, unethical, insane, please for the love of Primus don't do that. But in the mech's head it translates to: genius genius genius. No need to say it so many times, Brainstorm knew full well how accomplished he was. Consider his new accomplishment now: devising a way to instantly slingshot a letter to Celestia. No, he honestly didn't care about the contents of the letter, he sought out to prove a point to this new-fangled world: magic is dumb, science is infinitely superior.
The former mech nearly took forever to fiddle around with the sparse “parts” he could find if he could call it that. This world was woefully behind millions of years. Sad once he thought about it. But he'd help make the jump start into the future. And soon he would have millions of organics praising his intellect, praise well deserved. After nearly two hours of work, he had it ready, aimed straight for Canterlot. If only he had someone like Perceptor here to watch but...oh well, he'll save that for another potential universe swap.
Just take aim and...bam!
...the scroll definitely went somewhere in the vicinity of Canterlot, going at a velocity one might consider 'dangerous'. Brainstorm shrugged. Ah well, they can't all be winners. Trial and error, after all.
