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Personal Information
Name: Toyz
Age: 34
Personal LJ: toyzintheattik
Email / AIM / MSN: AIM: rockinthehook
Character Information
Character Name: Lockdown
Fandom: Transformers
Timeline: Animated
Source: Lockdown on TF Wiki
Character History:
Lockdown has a long and colorful history, but only bits and pieces of it are common knowledge. It is no secret he used to be an Autobot and a student of Master Yoketron, who accepted him into the Cyber-Ninja Corps once it became evident that he wasn't fit for Autoboot Camp. Lockdown trained under Yoketron until their clash of philosophies got him kicked out and he apparently brought shame on the Corps. Maybe one solar, the details of the incident will be revealed.
After leaving the Autobots, Lockdown adopted the profession of bounty hunting, "acquiring" himself an IG-2000 class space cruiser, which he named the Death's Head. It has a fully equipped medical lab on the bridge to make his job more "interesting." He has a addiction hobby for collecting trophies and upgrading his chassis with mods. Bounty hunting fit this hobby well as he could not only request his pay-off in upgrades, but he could extract mods from his quarries before delivering them to his client. So, long as the bot's still alive, what's it matter if handed over a little "lighter" than normal. However, sometimes his over zealous lust for upgrades has gotten him in trouble, and cost him a bounty, but he doesn't like to talk about that. He's got a reputation to uphold.
Only recently did Lockdown confess his involvement with Master Yoketron's death. He happily boasted it to Prowl during their face off in Tigatron Stadium, stating the protoform heist was his first act as a bounty hunter, and apparently he had always had his optic on Yoketron's helmet. He never actually admitted to killing the mech, but he never denied it either. He simply stated it was not easy feat to "betray his sacred sensei." There is a lot of mystery behind Lockdown's past, specifically the reason led the attack on the protoform heist, and that's exactly how Lockdown prefers it.
Character Personality:
Lockdown is a lone wolf, and a mech married to his profession and hobbies. He has survived on his own for eons, doing what he does best: completing a job, collecting his reward, then getting the frag out of dodge. Some may think he's a coward for fleeing a battle scene, but he sees it a clean getaway. No allegiances means no commitment. On rare occasions, he's been known to partner up on the odd job, so long as the bots measure up AND they bring something useful to the table.
Although he never completed his Cyber-Ninja training, Lockdown believes he got everything out of it that was necessary, which included a wide range of fighting techniques. He never learned Processor over matter and never wanted to, believing there's no place for spiritual mumbo-jumbo in the art of a physical fight. He thrills from raw, servo-to-servo (or mod-to-mod) combat with a worthy opponent and will gladly engage in a fight when victory will earn him a new upgrade. His fighting style has evolved over the stellars from what he learned in the Corps. Yoketron would call it dirty and cheap, relying on modifications over skill, but Lockdown calls it resourceful. A mech should do whatever it takes to survive. Honor is for idealists.
Powers:
Lockdown's all about upgrades and that is where the majority of his powers are. He has a collection of stolen gadgets all implemented into his chassis like a swiss army knife. These gadget include bolos, quick-hardening cement spray, sleep nets, a lightning whip, a sonic javelin, smoke bombs and of course, the chainsaw. He is also trained in Metallikato and Circuit-Su, but he relies more heavily on his mods and usually uses them first and foremost when fighting.
Samples
First person:
"I can getcha your mech. Question is can you afford me. My askin' price ain't cheap, 'specially for a bounty like that. Fragger's on the EG's most wanted list, which means I got competition from gung-ho guardsmechs. But it ain't nothin' I can't handle. Simply means you need to fork over a few upgrades more once I bring him in.
We gotta deal?"
Third Person: (300 word minimum)
The Death's Head's bridge echoed with the displeased murmur of an overtaxed engine, which threw in a few sputters here and there in hopes of reminding its owner of a much-needed tune-up. Such efforts were in vain as the coat-tailed bounty hunter had learned long ago to tune out the monotonous soundtrack of his solitary existence. Lockdown preferred the sound of his own voice, be it nonsensical grumbles or a pleasantly melodic whistling of whatever song fancied him in the moment.
He collected a couple upgrades from the unorganized shelves then ambled across the room to his throne at the control console. The whistling became intermittent as he mumbled the thoughts pressing hardest on his processor.
"Can't believe I agreed to be fraggin' 'Con shuttle service." He griped, flopping into his captain's chair. He placed the upgrades in his lap and his single hand started tapping away at the keypads.
"Least I'll be on Megatron's good side..if he has one."
A smooth, almost sultry feminine voice from the ship's computer filled the room. "Now plotting course to planet earth. Estimated time of arrival, 1 orbital cycle, 23 nanoclicks and 56 astroseconds."
Lockdown leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the console, slightly scooting and twisting until he settled contentedly into slouching comfort.
"Hyperspace travel," the computer continued, "over time periods extending 1 orbital cycle may increase risk of processor malfunctions. It is highly recommended all passengers assume stasis mode for 50% percent of the travel time."
"Ah darlin'," the hunter drawled with a shameless smirk, "there you go again, tryin' to get me into bed."
He began fiddling with the buttons on the arm of his chair. "Now for a little entertainment." A quadrant of the screen filled with a video feed of the gladitorial fights. "Arena feed, check. Cybertronian news…" The newscast appeared in the second quandrant. "Check. Optic candy..." The third quadrant came to life with trashy femme images. "Check. And finally, the soundtrack."
The last quadrant filled with static as a familiar pompous voice of one acting magnus boomed over the ship's ambient noises, and prattled on unaware to the invasion of his private comm line.
"Nothing like a little highly classified information to pass the time."
Name: Toyz
Age: 34
Personal LJ: toyzintheattik
Email / AIM / MSN: AIM: rockinthehook
Character Information
Character Name: Lockdown
Fandom: Transformers
Timeline: Animated
Source: Lockdown on TF Wiki
Character History:
Lockdown has a long and colorful history, but only bits and pieces of it are common knowledge. It is no secret he used to be an Autobot and a student of Master Yoketron, who accepted him into the Cyber-Ninja Corps once it became evident that he wasn't fit for Autoboot Camp. Lockdown trained under Yoketron until their clash of philosophies got him kicked out and he apparently brought shame on the Corps. Maybe one solar, the details of the incident will be revealed.
After leaving the Autobots, Lockdown adopted the profession of bounty hunting, "acquiring" himself an IG-2000 class space cruiser, which he named the Death's Head. It has a fully equipped medical lab on the bridge to make his job more "interesting." He has a addiction hobby for collecting trophies and upgrading his chassis with mods. Bounty hunting fit this hobby well as he could not only request his pay-off in upgrades, but he could extract mods from his quarries before delivering them to his client. So, long as the bot's still alive, what's it matter if handed over a little "lighter" than normal. However, sometimes his over zealous lust for upgrades has gotten him in trouble, and cost him a bounty, but he doesn't like to talk about that. He's got a reputation to uphold.
Only recently did Lockdown confess his involvement with Master Yoketron's death. He happily boasted it to Prowl during their face off in Tigatron Stadium, stating the protoform heist was his first act as a bounty hunter, and apparently he had always had his optic on Yoketron's helmet. He never actually admitted to killing the mech, but he never denied it either. He simply stated it was not easy feat to "betray his sacred sensei." There is a lot of mystery behind Lockdown's past, specifically the reason led the attack on the protoform heist, and that's exactly how Lockdown prefers it.
Character Personality:
Lockdown is a lone wolf, and a mech married to his profession and hobbies. He has survived on his own for eons, doing what he does best: completing a job, collecting his reward, then getting the frag out of dodge. Some may think he's a coward for fleeing a battle scene, but he sees it a clean getaway. No allegiances means no commitment. On rare occasions, he's been known to partner up on the odd job, so long as the bots measure up AND they bring something useful to the table.
Although he never completed his Cyber-Ninja training, Lockdown believes he got everything out of it that was necessary, which included a wide range of fighting techniques. He never learned Processor over matter and never wanted to, believing there's no place for spiritual mumbo-jumbo in the art of a physical fight. He thrills from raw, servo-to-servo (or mod-to-mod) combat with a worthy opponent and will gladly engage in a fight when victory will earn him a new upgrade. His fighting style has evolved over the stellars from what he learned in the Corps. Yoketron would call it dirty and cheap, relying on modifications over skill, but Lockdown calls it resourceful. A mech should do whatever it takes to survive. Honor is for idealists.
Powers:
Lockdown's all about upgrades and that is where the majority of his powers are. He has a collection of stolen gadgets all implemented into his chassis like a swiss army knife. These gadget include bolos, quick-hardening cement spray, sleep nets, a lightning whip, a sonic javelin, smoke bombs and of course, the chainsaw. He is also trained in Metallikato and Circuit-Su, but he relies more heavily on his mods and usually uses them first and foremost when fighting.
Samples
First person:
"I can getcha your mech. Question is can you afford me. My askin' price ain't cheap, 'specially for a bounty like that. Fragger's on the EG's most wanted list, which means I got competition from gung-ho guardsmechs. But it ain't nothin' I can't handle. Simply means you need to fork over a few upgrades more once I bring him in.
We gotta deal?"
Third Person: (300 word minimum)
The Death's Head's bridge echoed with the displeased murmur of an overtaxed engine, which threw in a few sputters here and there in hopes of reminding its owner of a much-needed tune-up. Such efforts were in vain as the coat-tailed bounty hunter had learned long ago to tune out the monotonous soundtrack of his solitary existence. Lockdown preferred the sound of his own voice, be it nonsensical grumbles or a pleasantly melodic whistling of whatever song fancied him in the moment.
He collected a couple upgrades from the unorganized shelves then ambled across the room to his throne at the control console. The whistling became intermittent as he mumbled the thoughts pressing hardest on his processor.
"Can't believe I agreed to be fraggin' 'Con shuttle service." He griped, flopping into his captain's chair. He placed the upgrades in his lap and his single hand started tapping away at the keypads.
"Least I'll be on Megatron's good side..if he has one."
A smooth, almost sultry feminine voice from the ship's computer filled the room. "Now plotting course to planet earth. Estimated time of arrival, 1 orbital cycle, 23 nanoclicks and 56 astroseconds."
Lockdown leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the console, slightly scooting and twisting until he settled contentedly into slouching comfort.
"Hyperspace travel," the computer continued, "over time periods extending 1 orbital cycle may increase risk of processor malfunctions. It is highly recommended all passengers assume stasis mode for 50% percent of the travel time."
"Ah darlin'," the hunter drawled with a shameless smirk, "there you go again, tryin' to get me into bed."
He began fiddling with the buttons on the arm of his chair. "Now for a little entertainment." A quadrant of the screen filled with a video feed of the gladitorial fights. "Arena feed, check. Cybertronian news…" The newscast appeared in the second quandrant. "Check. Optic candy..." The third quadrant came to life with trashy femme images. "Check. And finally, the soundtrack."
The last quadrant filled with static as a familiar pompous voice of one acting magnus boomed over the ship's ambient noises, and prattled on unaware to the invasion of his private comm line.
"Nothing like a little highly classified information to pass the time."