Character Profile
Player Name: Rita
Age: 34
Contact Info:
Email- wyntirrose@gmail.com
MSN: wyntirrose@live.ca
Timezone: EST
Times Available to Play: Weekdays -- 8am-11pm / Weekends - any time until 12am
Character Name: Hound
Alt-Mod Type/Description: Light, open-build off-road utility vehicle, green with yellow accents
Appearance: Slightly boxy, lightly built green mech.
Affiliation: Autobot
Character Background:
City of Origin: Neutral Territories
Relationships: (Friends, Family, Lovers) Hound has a large circle of friends and all of them are close. He's everyone's best friend. His creator is dead, killed in a riot in the Neutral Territories. He doesn't have any lovers, though not for lack of trying on the parts of other mechs.
Personality: Hound is open, friendly, and genuine with everyone. He's the guy everyone feels comfortable with. He does have a darker side to his personality, however, but he tries not to let that get in the way of his life and work. He's a firm believer that life balances itself out in the end, but if you dwell it'll consume you. So he tries to let things roll off his back. He doesn't speak a lot about his past, only referring to things in the vaguest of terms.
How did he come to join the Autobots: During a massive Riot in the Neutral Territories, Hound became trapped in the under-city, burried in the tunnels. The Autobots rescued him after five days. When he learned he really didn't have anything to go back to, he joined the Autobot cause.
Length of Service: 100 vorns
In-Depth Character History:
Hound was created in Iacon then moved to the Neutral Territories early in life. His creator was involved in various social welfare programs and needed a tracker to help with finding some of the deep underground communities. Hound worked with Gradient's organization for a long time until a riot broke out in the under city after fuel supplies were cut off. They tried to keep up with the demand, but when they ran out of rations they lost control of the situation and in the ensuing chaos they were separated. Hound became trapped in the under city, wandering and lost for five days. When the Autobots rescued him, he learned that his creator and entire unit had been killed in the riots. Once he got his Autobrand, he used his skills to work with the Scouts.
Stats:
Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 4
Endurance: 6
Rank: 4
Courage: 9
Firepower: 3
Skill: 8
Fighting Ability: (Preferences, what they're good at)
Melee: Hound prefers not to fight hand to hand or engage in close combat. When he has to, he's not particularly good at it.
Ranged Weapons: Hound's not really a combat oriented character. His skills do make him fairly good in long-range sniper activities.
Other:
Specialized Abilities:
While in his alt mode, Hound uses his turret gun to sweep over the landscape from horizon to horizon, like a radar scope, and, with the help of internal 3-dimensional simulation circuitry, stores this information as a topographical map. Error distortion is no more than one inch per 150 feet distance from point of data collection. In robot mode, Hound's turret gun becomes an infrared radiation collector. It can detect heat differentials as small as .02 degrees Centigrade, and he uses this ability in tracking anything - sentient or otherwise. Hound's shoulder-mounted hologram gun can project 3-dimensional grid laser light images of terrain maps stored in his memory. He sometimes also can use it to cast simple illusions.
Limitations on Ability:
Hound's infrared tracking ability can be countered by thermal interference. High frequency electromagnetic waves can distort or completely destroy his map-making ability. Sophisticated manipulation of such waves can even result in the recording of false images within his memory circuits.
Fears/Phobias/Hang-Ups: Hound is claustrophobic
How badly does it affect the character? Hound is severely claustrophobic, and while he can stand being in buildings, he has great difficulty going into the tunnels under Iacon. He spends as much time as he can outside.
Writing Sample: (Third-Person POV)
Hound crouched in the shadows of the building, looking intently at the plating under his feet. There was something there. There was always something. It was just a question of finding it. Every mech left a trail - be it a scuff of paint, the smell of oil, or even something more indefinable. Every mech left a trail. After another moment of study he looked up at the commander of his unit.
"They went that way." He pointed toward the left. "Passed through no more than an hour ago. There are four of them, well-armed, heavily armoured. But they're not being careful."
"How can you possibly know that?" the commander asked.
Hound shrugged. "It's complicated. It's a tracker thing. But trust me, they'll put up a fight, but they won't be expecting us, sir."
The commander nodded and motioned for his unit to move out int he direction Hound had indicated.