Post by wes on Sept 20, 2007 19:56:51 GMT -6
Blackjack
Fighting: Remarkable
Agility: Incredible
Strength: Incredible
Endurance: Amazing
Reason: Remarkable
Intuition: Remarkable
Psyche: Good
Health: 160
Karma: 70
Resources: Poor
Popularity: -5
Known Powers:
Cybertronian Physique: Blackjack is a robotic entity of Cybertronian design and origin. His very body gives him the following abilities:
-Armor Skin: Excellent protection vs. Physical and Energy damage
-Growth: (permanent) Good
-Invulnerability to Disease and Toxins: Class 1000 vs. organic pathogens, Unearthly vs. chemically creative substances.
-Microscopic/Telescopic Vision: Feeble, this power lets them see objects up to a mile distant with ease
-Sensors: Blackjack's Sensors allow him to detect other Cybertronian constructs in the immediate area. Rank:Excellent
Car Mode: Whenever he desires, Blackjack can transform between his Humaniod and Car mode, and often does so quickly in battle to maximize the use of his abilities. His Car mode has these vehicular statistics:
-Control: Remarkable
-Speed: Amazing
-Body: Remarkable
-Protection: Remarkable
Car Mode Weapon System:
-Retractable Side Mounted Missile Launchers: Fires shrapnel-exploding rockets for up to Amazing edged damage
Equipment:
-Laser Rifle: Incredible Energy, 10 areas
-Hand Blaster: This weapon hid in his thigh compartment can fire null rays for Amazing paralysis, target must make a Red End. FEAT vs. paralysis for 1-10 rounds
Talents: Hand-To-Hand Combat, Marksmanship
Contacts: Decepticons
History:
A former Autobot built on Cybertron during Optimus Prime and the other Autobots first visit to Earth. Training began almost instantly for the new soldier known as “Blackjack.” It took a while for him to pick up on hand-to-hand combat; Blackjack expressed his distaste for fighting almost every day. But with the war blazing on Earth, he had no other choice. However not everything was bad about the training, that was where he met his first actual friend, a fellow Autobot known as Warzone. The two were in similar positions, neither one really knew much or cared much for fighting. Warzone took a liking to shooting and marksmanship, so he did what he could to train his friend. The two stuck together like brothers until finishing basic training. It wasn’t long after that Blackjack got the word that he was to be sent to Earth with a small offensive team to dissuade Decepticon occupation in eastern Asia. The ship landed, but not even ten seconds passed before it went under fire. The Autobots bailed out, and returned fire. The first battle lasted for what seemed days. Then finally..nothing, everything fell silent. There was no agony screams, there was no gunfire or the sound of explosions. However both teams were not dumb, and weren’t going to let their guard down. Blackjack was instructed to search the area to see if the Decepticons were indeed gone. It would nearly be a suicide mission. In car mode, Blackjack zoomed around looking in every corner for any signs of their enemy. But much to his liking, there were none. “Die Autobot!” was the last thing he heard before a flaming pile of shrapnel fell upon him. At that exact moment war began to rage on again. Blackjack found himself helpless, the pile was simply to heavy. Fire burned in almost a perfect circle around his form. He screamed for help, but found none. Finally there seemed to be a bit of hope. A shadow emerged from the flames, and took the form of his bestfriend Warzone. “Don’t worry Blackjack, I’ve got you.” He said as he knelt to one knee, beginning to drag the shrapnel off. Suddenly Warzone stopped, looking to the skies. Jumping to his feet, he took off. “Where are you going?!” Screamed Blackjack. There was no reply, nothing but pure darkness as he began to fade. His friend..his Autobot team mates had let him down. Before closing his eyes, he heard a faint voice. “Let’s get you out of here.” The voice said as he leant down, pulling the pile off of his body with hardly any effort. “I am Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons.” He extended his hand, offering Blackjack a hand up. Planting his hands on the ground, Blackjack began to move back. “Get away, I’ve heard all about you Megatron!” Blackjack yelled. “And who has told you such things? Your Autobot..allies who left you here to die?” Megatron chuckled and shook his head. He was right, there was no denying it. Blackjack eventually took the hand up, finding himself with a consuming feeling of hate towards his former friends and allies. “Thank you..What can I do to repay you?” He asked. Megatron laughed and offered Blackjack a position on his team. He told Blackjack that he had been watching him on the battleground, and was impressed by his marksmanship skills. Could he really place himself with the enemy? But then again who said they were the enemy in the first place? The Autobots..Blackjack accepted the offer. Now repaired, and with a new symbol and color he was sent to North America to keep an eye on the Autobots.
Fighting: Remarkable
Agility: Incredible
Strength: Incredible
Endurance: Amazing
Reason: Remarkable
Intuition: Remarkable
Psyche: Good
Health: 160
Karma: 70
Resources: Poor
Popularity: -5
Known Powers:
Cybertronian Physique: Blackjack is a robotic entity of Cybertronian design and origin. His very body gives him the following abilities:
-Armor Skin: Excellent protection vs. Physical and Energy damage
-Growth: (permanent) Good
-Invulnerability to Disease and Toxins: Class 1000 vs. organic pathogens, Unearthly vs. chemically creative substances.
-Microscopic/Telescopic Vision: Feeble, this power lets them see objects up to a mile distant with ease
-Sensors: Blackjack's Sensors allow him to detect other Cybertronian constructs in the immediate area. Rank:Excellent
Car Mode: Whenever he desires, Blackjack can transform between his Humaniod and Car mode, and often does so quickly in battle to maximize the use of his abilities. His Car mode has these vehicular statistics:
-Control: Remarkable
-Speed: Amazing
-Body: Remarkable
-Protection: Remarkable
Car Mode Weapon System:
-Retractable Side Mounted Missile Launchers: Fires shrapnel-exploding rockets for up to Amazing edged damage
Equipment:
-Laser Rifle: Incredible Energy, 10 areas
-Hand Blaster: This weapon hid in his thigh compartment can fire null rays for Amazing paralysis, target must make a Red End. FEAT vs. paralysis for 1-10 rounds
Talents: Hand-To-Hand Combat, Marksmanship
Contacts: Decepticons
History:
A former Autobot built on Cybertron during Optimus Prime and the other Autobots first visit to Earth. Training began almost instantly for the new soldier known as “Blackjack.” It took a while for him to pick up on hand-to-hand combat; Blackjack expressed his distaste for fighting almost every day. But with the war blazing on Earth, he had no other choice. However not everything was bad about the training, that was where he met his first actual friend, a fellow Autobot known as Warzone. The two were in similar positions, neither one really knew much or cared much for fighting. Warzone took a liking to shooting and marksmanship, so he did what he could to train his friend. The two stuck together like brothers until finishing basic training. It wasn’t long after that Blackjack got the word that he was to be sent to Earth with a small offensive team to dissuade Decepticon occupation in eastern Asia. The ship landed, but not even ten seconds passed before it went under fire. The Autobots bailed out, and returned fire. The first battle lasted for what seemed days. Then finally..nothing, everything fell silent. There was no agony screams, there was no gunfire or the sound of explosions. However both teams were not dumb, and weren’t going to let their guard down. Blackjack was instructed to search the area to see if the Decepticons were indeed gone. It would nearly be a suicide mission. In car mode, Blackjack zoomed around looking in every corner for any signs of their enemy. But much to his liking, there were none. “Die Autobot!” was the last thing he heard before a flaming pile of shrapnel fell upon him. At that exact moment war began to rage on again. Blackjack found himself helpless, the pile was simply to heavy. Fire burned in almost a perfect circle around his form. He screamed for help, but found none. Finally there seemed to be a bit of hope. A shadow emerged from the flames, and took the form of his bestfriend Warzone. “Don’t worry Blackjack, I’ve got you.” He said as he knelt to one knee, beginning to drag the shrapnel off. Suddenly Warzone stopped, looking to the skies. Jumping to his feet, he took off. “Where are you going?!” Screamed Blackjack. There was no reply, nothing but pure darkness as he began to fade. His friend..his Autobot team mates had let him down. Before closing his eyes, he heard a faint voice. “Let’s get you out of here.” The voice said as he leant down, pulling the pile off of his body with hardly any effort. “I am Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons.” He extended his hand, offering Blackjack a hand up. Planting his hands on the ground, Blackjack began to move back. “Get away, I’ve heard all about you Megatron!” Blackjack yelled. “And who has told you such things? Your Autobot..allies who left you here to die?” Megatron chuckled and shook his head. He was right, there was no denying it. Blackjack eventually took the hand up, finding himself with a consuming feeling of hate towards his former friends and allies. “Thank you..What can I do to repay you?” He asked. Megatron laughed and offered Blackjack a position on his team. He told Blackjack that he had been watching him on the battleground, and was impressed by his marksmanship skills. Could he really place himself with the enemy? But then again who said they were the enemy in the first place? The Autobots..Blackjack accepted the offer. Now repaired, and with a new symbol and color he was sent to North America to keep an eye on the Autobots.