.player information .name: Karan .email address: Karanseraph@yahoo.com .messenger contact and livejournal: AIM: "karanseraph@yahoo.com"karanseraph .other characters: none
.character information .full name: Scalpel a.k.a The Doctor .universe: Transformers Animated, specifically Malgus 610.00 Zeta .affiliation: Decepticon
.alt mode: Cybertronian Medi-scope (alike to Earth microscope or lensmeter) [Scalpel is among those Cybertronians who do not have a bipedal robot root mode. His crustacean-like mode is his root mode.] .abilities: I am vell-trained in ze medi-bot science and possessed of an anatomical database cataloging hundreds of millions of mechanical and organic species. I have astounding optical scanning capability in root or alt mode, to perceive even ze most microscopic flaw or veak point. My limbs are precision instruments capable of ze most delicate and invasive procedures. I can disassemble a being or device, and reassemble in an even more efficient form, discarding redundant or unnecessary parts! .weapons: Ze processor is ze greatest weapon, and on a scale of one to ten, mine is a ten. My particular stature and vealth of anatomical knowledge allow me to begin to disassemble an enemy before zey even know I am zere. I can make ze process as painless, or as painful, as I choose.
.personality: I have ze most excellent berth-side manner, as is demanded of a Decepticon medical officer. I treats my patients with respect and allow zem ze dignity of a varrior to vithstand ze small pain of repairs, and do none of zis coddling zat Autobots do. I am villing to speak at length to share my great knowledge vith my colleagues. To medical subjects, I am merciful as my medi-bot ethics demand and disassemble zem slowly, allowing zem to remain online longer with zeir hope.
.roleplay sample: Scalpel skittered across the landing platform toward the waiting ramp of the Thanatos Class ship Kalis' Lament. He did not like leaving the sanctuary of his operating theater without a bulk as escort, but when the General pinged, one complied. If the doctor had been a little larger, the streets of New Kaon, if they could be called streets, would have posed a great hazard; but as it was he was small enough to go unnoticed. The trip without escort simply took longer; he expected to find the Leader of Team Chaar somewhat impatient.
He hurried up the ramp, six spindly legs clinking on the metal plating below. Scalpel saw Cyclonus was there: one of his favorite subjects. However, a cursory scan through his spectacles revealed this was not the injured party.
"Vere is ze patient?" Scalpel chirped. "Is it Blackout?" Scalpel rubbed his sharp, metal forelimbs together in a decidedly rapturous scissoring motion.
Scalpel noted that Cyclonus regarded him coolly, as he informed him he had no such luck. He stepped into Cyclonus' offered hands and allowed himself to be carried into the ship. As they moved through the broad interior corridors, Scalpel found himself wanting to view this dark warrior's source code again, but Cyclonus had not let him inside of late, not for some stellar cycles.
The patient was Spittor. General Strika spoke only to inform Scalpel of this and that they suspected the damage was from an Electron Disruptor Ray. Deep in Scalpel's own source code there was a prompt to reply that he was a medi-bot, not a physicist; but he had commented it out, before even meeting Cyclonus. If the General commanded him to tend to the patient, Scalpel would to tend to the patient.
Scalpel hopped from Cyclonus' hands into the shallow basin of cleansing solution Oil Slick had prepared, and from there, he climbed onto the bulk of the wounded walker. Something like an Electron Disruptor probably affected molecular bonds; there was not much Scalpel could do for that kind of damage, except perhaps replace a whole lot of parts. Whether that would work or not, Scalpel was all too happy to spend a few cycles removing Spittor's parts in showy attempt to fix the bot.
Scalpel snapped his pincers a few times, then got to work.
.name: Karan
.email address: Karanseraph@yahoo.com
.messenger contact and livejournal: AIM: "karanseraph@yahoo.com"karanseraph
.other characters: none
.character information
.full name: Scalpel a.k.a The Doctor
.universe: Transformers Animated, specifically Malgus 610.00 Zeta
.affiliation: Decepticon
.alt mode: Cybertronian Medi-scope (alike to Earth microscope or lensmeter) [Scalpel is among those Cybertronians who do not have a bipedal robot root mode. His crustacean-like mode is his root mode.]
.abilities: I am vell-trained in ze medi-bot science and possessed of an anatomical database cataloging hundreds of millions of mechanical and organic species. I have astounding optical scanning capability in root or alt mode, to perceive even ze most microscopic flaw or veak point. My limbs are precision instruments capable of ze most delicate and invasive procedures. I can disassemble a being or device, and reassemble in an even more efficient form, discarding redundant or unnecessary parts!
.weapons: Ze processor is ze greatest weapon, and on a scale of one to ten, mine is a ten. My particular stature and vealth of anatomical knowledge allow me to begin to disassemble an enemy before zey even know I am zere. I can make ze process as painless, or as painful, as I choose.
.personality: I have ze most excellent berth-side manner, as is demanded of a Decepticon medical officer. I treats my patients with respect and allow zem ze dignity of a varrior to vithstand ze small pain of repairs, and do none of zis coddling zat Autobots do. I am villing to speak at length to share my great knowledge vith my colleagues. To medical subjects, I am merciful as my medi-bot ethics demand and disassemble zem slowly, allowing zem to remain online longer with zeir hope.
.roleplay sample:
Scalpel skittered across the landing platform toward the waiting ramp of the Thanatos Class ship Kalis' Lament. He did not like leaving the sanctuary of his operating theater without a bulk as escort, but when the General pinged, one complied. If the doctor had been a little larger, the streets of New Kaon, if they could be called streets, would have posed a great hazard; but as it was he was small enough to go unnoticed. The trip without escort simply took longer; he expected to find the Leader of Team Chaar somewhat impatient.
He hurried up the ramp, six spindly legs clinking on the metal plating below. Scalpel saw Cyclonus was there: one of his favorite subjects. However, a cursory scan through his spectacles revealed this was not the injured party.
"Vere is ze patient?" Scalpel chirped. "Is it Blackout?" Scalpel rubbed his sharp, metal forelimbs together in a decidedly rapturous scissoring motion.
Scalpel noted that Cyclonus regarded him coolly, as he informed him he had no such luck. He stepped into Cyclonus' offered hands and allowed himself to be carried into the ship. As they moved through the broad interior corridors, Scalpel found himself wanting to view this dark warrior's source code again, but Cyclonus had not let him inside of late, not for some stellar cycles.
The patient was Spittor. General Strika spoke only to inform Scalpel of this and that they suspected the damage was from an Electron Disruptor Ray. Deep in Scalpel's own source code there was a prompt to reply that he was a medi-bot, not a physicist; but he had commented it out, before even meeting Cyclonus. If the General commanded him to tend to the patient, Scalpel would to tend to the patient.
Scalpel hopped from Cyclonus' hands into the shallow basin of cleansing solution Oil Slick had prepared, and from there, he climbed onto the bulk of the wounded walker. Something like an Electron Disruptor probably affected molecular bonds; there was not much Scalpel could do for that kind of damage, except perhaps replace a whole lot of parts. Whether that would work or not, Scalpel was all too happy to spend a few cycles removing Spittor's parts in showy attempt to fix the bot.
Scalpel snapped his pincers a few times, then got to work.
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