.player information .name: Becky | Paper .email address: multicshadow@gmail.com .messenger contact and livejournal: aim: papercrownqueen // yim: multicshadow // msn: papercrownqueen@hotmail.com // papercrownqueen | dsgntionprowl .other characters: n/a
.character information .full name: Prowl .universe: Generation 1 .affiliation: Autobot
.alt mode: Highway Patrol cruiser; Datsun .abilities: Prowl's biggest asset are his highly advanced logic processors coupled with his talent for strategic planning. His ability to assimilate many various types of information and his attention to detail make him invaluable as a tactician and Second in Command. .weapons: A laser blaster also capable of firing acid pellets, his sharp mind, and forms of hand-to-hand combat.
.personality: Logic and reason govern how Prowl conducts himself; he doesn't overly show emotion, but he does possess them with as much potency as any other 'bot - he just believes that matters are conducted better this way. Though discipline and strict line-toeing are important for him, he is a compassionate bot possessed with patience and a strong will. He might not think affectionate displays appropriate, but he shows his caring in other ways.
While Prowl's keen observational skills and his thorough approach to processing information are irreplaceable for his job, it can prove a hindrance in social interaction. Though he is entirely able to assimilate and put together nearly any other kind of information, the erratic behavior of some mechs slips his grasp - in a way his analytical mind can get in the way and cause him to ponder over things too much. In other words, he often can't see the forest for the trees. (However able he is to improvise plans and strategies when the time calls for it, too much of a shock can freeze his logic circuits and call for a total reboot of those systems.)
Loyal, confident, and often stubborn, Prowl tries to exert a calm, rational presence wherever he is involved.
After estimating the time needed to move his things from his office and quarters to their new respective location on the Ark, Prowl had done what he did best: devised the best-timed strategy for ease and efficiency of moving, and with minimal interference for his work. And true to his nature, he had followed this plan without fail, up until the last orn.
A soft, accomplished sigh slipped from the tactician's lips as he put the last of his cartons into place in his new quarters aboard the Ark. Standing up, he observed the neatly stacked row of boxes occupying the back corner here. Having completed the actual moving of items as planned, Prowl was free to spend the evening and the next day unpacking. As it was, the room seemed... empty. Like a temporary stay suite in a foreign city-state.
Well, Prowl thought, he might have been. Certainly he'd never lived on board a spaceship, but given the size and construction of the Ark... It was likely that unless on the bridge or any observation points, one could think they were living in an indoors complex, save any equilibrium shifts from change in navigation.
Overall, he didn't suppose the mission aboard the Ark would be terrible by any stretch, though it would be a long mission a long way away. But that had to be accepted, too, and lately... the tactician had been feeling homesick, without a home to be pining for - not anymore.
A single panel upon Prowl's back flicked, and he lifted his head as though the motion had woken him from a trance. Tilting his head, the mech regarded the sterile, empty room once more, optics attentive. Optics landing on a small box, he stepped lightly to it, hands reaching out carefully and opening it to reveal a small crystal formation.
Prowl's lips curled in a small smile that spoke of fondness and a myriad of other things, and just as carefully he lifted the formation from the box and placed it upon the counter extending from the wall. Positioning it so that it was in the direct center of the countertop, the tactician stepped back, gazing at the sight with his head quirked to the side.
Yes. Things were beginning to look more like home with that. With a simple nod to himself, Prowl turned and left the room.
.name: Becky | Paper
.email address: multicshadow@gmail.com
.messenger contact and livejournal: aim: papercrownqueen // yim: multicshadow // msn: papercrownqueen@hotmail.com // papercrownqueen | dsgntionprowl
.other characters: n/a
.character information
.full name: Prowl
.universe: Generation 1
.affiliation: Autobot
.alt mode: Highway Patrol cruiser; Datsun
.abilities: Prowl's biggest asset are his highly advanced logic processors coupled with his talent for strategic planning. His ability to assimilate many various types of information and his attention to detail make him invaluable as a tactician and Second in Command.
.weapons: A laser blaster also capable of firing acid pellets, his sharp mind, and forms of hand-to-hand combat.
.personality: Logic and reason govern how Prowl conducts himself; he doesn't overly show emotion, but he does possess them with as much potency as any other 'bot - he just believes that matters are conducted better this way. Though discipline and strict line-toeing are important for him, he is a compassionate bot possessed with patience and a strong will. He might not think affectionate displays appropriate, but he shows his caring in other ways.
While Prowl's keen observational skills and his thorough approach to processing information are irreplaceable for his job, it can prove a hindrance in social interaction. Though he is entirely able to assimilate and put together nearly any other kind of information, the erratic behavior of some mechs slips his grasp - in a way his analytical mind can get in the way and cause him to ponder over things too much. In other words, he often can't see the forest for the trees. (However able he is to improvise plans and strategies when the time calls for it, too much of a shock can freeze his logic circuits and call for a total reboot of those systems.)
Loyal, confident, and often stubborn, Prowl tries to exert a calm, rational presence wherever he is involved.
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After estimating the time needed to move his things from his office and quarters to their new respective location on the Ark, Prowl had done what he did best: devised the best-timed strategy for ease and efficiency of moving, and with minimal interference for his work. And true to his nature, he had followed this plan without fail, up until the last orn.
A soft, accomplished sigh slipped from the tactician's lips as he put the last of his cartons into place in his new quarters aboard the Ark. Standing up, he observed the neatly stacked row of boxes occupying the back corner here. Having completed the actual moving of items as planned, Prowl was free to spend the evening and the next day unpacking. As it was, the room seemed... empty. Like a temporary stay suite in a foreign city-state.
Well, Prowl thought, he might have been. Certainly he'd never lived on board a spaceship, but given the size and construction of the Ark... It was likely that unless on the bridge or any observation points, one could think they were living in an indoors complex, save any equilibrium shifts from change in navigation.
Overall, he didn't suppose the mission aboard the Ark would be terrible by any stretch, though it would be a long mission a long way away. But that had to be accepted, too, and lately... the tactician had been feeling homesick, without a home to be pining for - not anymore.
A single panel upon Prowl's back flicked, and he lifted his head as though the motion had woken him from a trance. Tilting his head, the mech regarded the sterile, empty room once more, optics attentive. Optics landing on a small box, he stepped lightly to it, hands reaching out carefully and opening it to reveal a small crystal formation.
Prowl's lips curled in a small smile that spoke of fondness and a myriad of other things, and just as carefully he lifted the formation from the box and placed it upon the counter extending from the wall. Positioning it so that it was in the direct center of the countertop, the tactician stepped back, gazing at the sight with his head quirked to the side.
Yes. Things were beginning to look more like home with that. With a simple nod to himself, Prowl turned and left the room.
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