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Character Name: Wing
Fandom: Transformers
Timeline: IDW Drift miniseries (god what is it with me and sliver-canon characters!?)
Source: http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Wing_%28G1%29
Character History:
Wing was among the mechs who left Cybertron during the early days of the war. Not all mechs wanted to fall into those two factions, Autobot or Decepticon. They’d realized that the way things were was unfair, but outright civil war was not the solution-as Wing says, there was another way. So they determined to leave Cybertron saving themselves. The Circle of Light, as they called themselves, considers that what they’ve done is save the true Cybertron, keeping the pre-war culture alive, in a utopia…that they have to hide underground.
Wing is a loyal member of the Circle of Light and a Knight, but he chafes at some of the restrictions: namely that they not leave the city and that they not help others. To him it’s not enough to just keep ‘safe’. They need to help others, to really change things. So he defies their laws-at least enough to go to the planet’s surface. He’s trying to formulate a way to attack a slaver ship and free the captives when he stumbles across Deadlock (who introduces himself as Drift so I’m going to call him Drift from here on out, too). He charms Drift into helping him free the captives-he thinks. But at the first opportunity Drift sees to run off and get his own ship and break away, Drift abandons him and gets nearly killed by the aliens.
Wing rescues him (somehow, offscreen) and brings his battered body back to Crystal City where it is rebuilt. The others are not pleased with his, um, initiative, and he’s put in charge of, and responsible for, Drift’s behavior.
He tries his hardest with Drift to break through the hard shell of the Decepticon mindset, trying to speak a language he thinks Drift will understand: if Drift defeats him (because that’s how things work in Drift’s world), Wing will let him go free.
Wing is…really good at hand-to-hand, so that defeat never happens. Along the way, he gets Drift to question his values-what he’d wanted, why he joined the Decepticons, and where that was leading.
AHAHAH Drift sells them out anyway, getting an encoded message. (Trying not to go into the Drift side of things too much; you already know that). Drift makes a deal that will betray the citizens of Crystal City in return for his freedom to return to Megatron. Wing intercepts him and manages to give Drift a good attack of conscience, so that Drift bursts into the Circle’s chamber and informs them of his deception so that they can prepare a defense.
It does not go well. But Wing stands by his charge and says he will fight with Drift, even though it means he’ll surely die. Other Knights follow too, deciding to follow Wing’s example of putting actions behind their ideals, and sacrificing themselves for the safety of their beloved city.
They go out, and the battle is pitched, and the chief of the aliens, named Braid (oy!), manages to kill Wing, just as Wing was about to draw his Great Sword. It’s actually right about now that I’d like to canon-pull him. He’s not quite sure if he’s dead or not, or if they won.
Character Personality: (should include age, maturity.)
Even though he’s reasonably old (we see him using surveying equipment when they’re first laying out the city), he seems very young-being sheltered in an underground utopia will do that for you. He’s very, very idealistic, which crosses the line into naivete more than once. He trusts easily (too easily). That’s not to say he’s stupid-he figured out how to read and manipulate (such an ugly word) Drift into staying in Crystal City and learning. He just has, quite literally, very little experience with the outside world and how nasty it can be, even without weapons. Politics is just beyond him.
He’s very idealistic. He takes the teachings of the Circle of Light, if anything, too literally. He wants to rescue and serve and help others. He wants to make the world a better place. He’s all about self-sacrifice.
He’s likely to be a bit disenchanted with the Autobots he finds. He remembers them as the Other Faction that Messed Up Cybertron, and while he might give them a chance, when he finds they aren’t really…well, DOING anything, he might have some issues.
He’s a laid-back, easy-going mech, who wants to like and trust everyone, and give everyone a chance-making judgments, after all, was what started the War. He doesn’t easily get angry, though he can get a bit frustrated.
Wing has spent most of his life in new Crystal City, which means he’s used to, really, knowing everyone. A city full of strangers, and hostile ones at that, like Axiom is going to throw him for a loop. Also, despite the fact that he’s Really Damn Good with his swords, he’s really just a backwater mech when it comes to civilization. All the different things will be a bit overwhelming for him.
Most of the Circle of Light philosophy that he’s going to use (you know, if he’s accepted) is sort of idealism blended with Zen Buddhism, which is all about being happy and doing right for its own sake. He’s not afraid of fighting, but he’s wary of overusing that, too, just like the Great Sword. Too liberal application of violence destroyed Cybertron. He’d always rather find another way.
Wing would spar for practice and fun, but he would never willingly fight in the Arena. To the Knights, swordsmanship is almost like a religion, and doing it for money is anathema. He MIGHT be sort of blackmailed into it, but he would not jump in there as his new favorite job. And he would look down on mechs who cheapen combat that way because, well, that’s the kind of attitude that destroyed his Cybertron. Once hurting other mechs becomes entertainment or profit, devastation inevitably follows.
Also, because of the restrictions placed on him by the Circle of Light, most of Wing’s flying has been in a city itself, or for straight easy travel. Any chance to do open air flying, like with actual weather, will dazzle him. Because of this, he’ll a decent flyer, but any combat hardened mech will outmaneuver him without much effort.
Powers:
We never see Wing’s alt, but there is evidence that the Crystal City mechs do transform, and judging by the name and the stabilizers, etc, he appears to be a jet. But a small one. In game I’d imagine he’s quite a bit smaller than your average Starscream-he and Drift are about the same size in ‘bot mode. (Compared to, say, Turmoil, who is a very very big boy, and we see that Megatron is much bigger than Drift, so….yeah. Small jet.). So he can fly.
He has two blue-bladed energon daggers and a Great Sword, which he almost never draws unless his life is in danger or someone else’s is. You know the deal-the Great Sword draws upon the spark energy of its wielder, potentially killing him. So, yeah, he’s not going to whip that puppy out that often. Hewill whip out (man this sounds wrong), two daggers, with which he is quite good. We never see him using a gun in canon-none of the Crystal City mechs do-so he has no idea how to use them. But, he’s good enough with his weapons that it’s…not a problem thus far.
Is being Devastatingly Pretty a power? XP
On a slightly more serious note, he is resistant to fighting because, well, if you look at canon, he’s very good at it. Better than Drift. He only taught Drift for a few weeks and there’s no way he taught him EVERYTHING he knew. Mind you, this only refers to swords and hand-to-hand fighting. Using guns, battle tactics, and anything else Drift might have learned as Deadlock or with the Wreckers, Drift’s obviously better at. But in a swordfight (oh god this sounds so phallic) Wing would win.
First person, aka Wing Pulls on his Ranty McRantpants.
Listen! You don't know what you're doing, all of you, any of you! Can't you see? More importantly-don't you see what you could be doing? Here is a fresh start, for all of us, all of Cybertron. There's no war here and we have a chance to practice peace. Real peace.
It is possible. I've seen it. I've lived it. I know what it looks like, what it feels like and...this isn't it.
Instead, you waste this magnificent opportunity. You perpetuate injustice. You overlook it or accept it. I don't know how you justify it and stay sane, honestly. Because I can tell you: it's not how it 'has' to be. No one should fall through the cracks, no one should have to suffer.
These grudges you hold to even here, even now, they're weapons. Weapons more powerful, more destructive, than any gun or cannon or...whatever you use to kill each other with from a distance. Those weapons kill the body-your grudges, your hostilities, kill the spark, kill the light within us.
Know what I think? You're all cowards. Hiding behind your little insignias, clinging to you petty ideologies, your histories of past injuries, holding on to a dead past instead of grasping a living future. Cowards, and the most dangerous kind.
Third Person
Wing sat, cross-legged, on the floor of his room, honing the silver blade of his Great Sword in smooth, even strokes. It was obviously something he'd done hundreds, thousands of times before, the motion practiced, confident. It calmed him, gave him time to think, the soft, even rhythm of the whetstone against the metal a sort of white noise that cut out all distractions.
It wasn't much of a room, and nothing like what he was used to in New Crystal City, but it would do. He didn't need much, after all, especially not when others were suffering. Others....
He'd been out flying today, exploring the city. Flying for the sake of flying, really, for the thrill of testing his wings, redlining his thrusters, as he had never been able to do back home. But he had looked, and he had seen.
It was...Cybertron, all over again. It was exactly why they'd left: the rich reveling in their luxuries, while down below, the poor were reduced to shambling wretches. Just to survive. Zone Eight was worse than anything he'd ever seen, worse than the slavers treated their captives, for at least a slave had some value;, and Zone Nine...was beyond his imagination.
He'd been dismayed, but not surprised, to hear they already had an Arena. Where the desperate but brave could play some sick game of chance-to buy a better life on pain, or end it quickly, brutally.
That was how it had started for Cybertron-Wing's Cybertron. The divide, the desperation. And the factions. They were here, too. Already, they were here, like explosives primed to explode. Oh he was told by the Transtechs there was peace here, and there was-perhaps. But it wasn't a real peace, the kind Wing had seen and lived for millenia in New Crystal City. This was some dark, roiling ugliness, waiting to burst free, a hose building pressure.
The whetstone slowed its short, even strokes, and Wing found himself looking at the blade, at the bright stone in the haft. Well, Wing? it seemed to ask, What are you going to do about it?
I don't know, he thought. But...something. This cannot go on. I've seen what this becomes. It will change. And I will change it.
Character Name: Wing
Fandom: Transformers
Timeline: IDW Drift miniseries (god what is it with me and sliver-canon characters!?)
Source: http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Wing_%28G1%29
Character History:
Wing was among the mechs who left Cybertron during the early days of the war. Not all mechs wanted to fall into those two factions, Autobot or Decepticon. They’d realized that the way things were was unfair, but outright civil war was not the solution-as Wing says, there was another way. So they determined to leave Cybertron saving themselves. The Circle of Light, as they called themselves, considers that what they’ve done is save the true Cybertron, keeping the pre-war culture alive, in a utopia…that they have to hide underground.
Wing is a loyal member of the Circle of Light and a Knight, but he chafes at some of the restrictions: namely that they not leave the city and that they not help others. To him it’s not enough to just keep ‘safe’. They need to help others, to really change things. So he defies their laws-at least enough to go to the planet’s surface. He’s trying to formulate a way to attack a slaver ship and free the captives when he stumbles across Deadlock (who introduces himself as Drift so I’m going to call him Drift from here on out, too). He charms Drift into helping him free the captives-he thinks. But at the first opportunity Drift sees to run off and get his own ship and break away, Drift abandons him and gets nearly killed by the aliens.
Wing rescues him (somehow, offscreen) and brings his battered body back to Crystal City where it is rebuilt. The others are not pleased with his, um, initiative, and he’s put in charge of, and responsible for, Drift’s behavior.
He tries his hardest with Drift to break through the hard shell of the Decepticon mindset, trying to speak a language he thinks Drift will understand: if Drift defeats him (because that’s how things work in Drift’s world), Wing will let him go free.
Wing is…really good at hand-to-hand, so that defeat never happens. Along the way, he gets Drift to question his values-what he’d wanted, why he joined the Decepticons, and where that was leading.
AHAHAH Drift sells them out anyway, getting an encoded message. (Trying not to go into the Drift side of things too much; you already know that). Drift makes a deal that will betray the citizens of Crystal City in return for his freedom to return to Megatron. Wing intercepts him and manages to give Drift a good attack of conscience, so that Drift bursts into the Circle’s chamber and informs them of his deception so that they can prepare a defense.
It does not go well. But Wing stands by his charge and says he will fight with Drift, even though it means he’ll surely die. Other Knights follow too, deciding to follow Wing’s example of putting actions behind their ideals, and sacrificing themselves for the safety of their beloved city.
They go out, and the battle is pitched, and the chief of the aliens, named Braid (oy!), manages to kill Wing, just as Wing was about to draw his Great Sword. It’s actually right about now that I’d like to canon-pull him. He’s not quite sure if he’s dead or not, or if they won.
Character Personality: (should include age, maturity.)
Even though he’s reasonably old (we see him using surveying equipment when they’re first laying out the city), he seems very young-being sheltered in an underground utopia will do that for you. He’s very, very idealistic, which crosses the line into naivete more than once. He trusts easily (too easily). That’s not to say he’s stupid-he figured out how to read and manipulate (such an ugly word) Drift into staying in Crystal City and learning. He just has, quite literally, very little experience with the outside world and how nasty it can be, even without weapons. Politics is just beyond him.
He’s very idealistic. He takes the teachings of the Circle of Light, if anything, too literally. He wants to rescue and serve and help others. He wants to make the world a better place. He’s all about self-sacrifice.
He’s likely to be a bit disenchanted with the Autobots he finds. He remembers them as the Other Faction that Messed Up Cybertron, and while he might give them a chance, when he finds they aren’t really…well, DOING anything, he might have some issues.
He’s a laid-back, easy-going mech, who wants to like and trust everyone, and give everyone a chance-making judgments, after all, was what started the War. He doesn’t easily get angry, though he can get a bit frustrated.
Wing has spent most of his life in new Crystal City, which means he’s used to, really, knowing everyone. A city full of strangers, and hostile ones at that, like Axiom is going to throw him for a loop. Also, despite the fact that he’s Really Damn Good with his swords, he’s really just a backwater mech when it comes to civilization. All the different things will be a bit overwhelming for him.
Most of the Circle of Light philosophy that he’s going to use (you know, if he’s accepted) is sort of idealism blended with Zen Buddhism, which is all about being happy and doing right for its own sake. He’s not afraid of fighting, but he’s wary of overusing that, too, just like the Great Sword. Too liberal application of violence destroyed Cybertron. He’d always rather find another way.
Wing would spar for practice and fun, but he would never willingly fight in the Arena. To the Knights, swordsmanship is almost like a religion, and doing it for money is anathema. He MIGHT be sort of blackmailed into it, but he would not jump in there as his new favorite job. And he would look down on mechs who cheapen combat that way because, well, that’s the kind of attitude that destroyed his Cybertron. Once hurting other mechs becomes entertainment or profit, devastation inevitably follows.
Also, because of the restrictions placed on him by the Circle of Light, most of Wing’s flying has been in a city itself, or for straight easy travel. Any chance to do open air flying, like with actual weather, will dazzle him. Because of this, he’ll a decent flyer, but any combat hardened mech will outmaneuver him without much effort.
Powers:
We never see Wing’s alt, but there is evidence that the Crystal City mechs do transform, and judging by the name and the stabilizers, etc, he appears to be a jet. But a small one. In game I’d imagine he’s quite a bit smaller than your average Starscream-he and Drift are about the same size in ‘bot mode. (Compared to, say, Turmoil, who is a very very big boy, and we see that Megatron is much bigger than Drift, so….yeah. Small jet.). So he can fly.
He has two blue-bladed energon daggers and a Great Sword, which he almost never draws unless his life is in danger or someone else’s is. You know the deal-the Great Sword draws upon the spark energy of its wielder, potentially killing him. So, yeah, he’s not going to whip that puppy out that often. Hewill whip out (man this sounds wrong), two daggers, with which he is quite good. We never see him using a gun in canon-none of the Crystal City mechs do-so he has no idea how to use them. But, he’s good enough with his weapons that it’s…not a problem thus far.
Is being Devastatingly Pretty a power? XP
On a slightly more serious note, he is resistant to fighting because, well, if you look at canon, he’s very good at it. Better than Drift. He only taught Drift for a few weeks and there’s no way he taught him EVERYTHING he knew. Mind you, this only refers to swords and hand-to-hand fighting. Using guns, battle tactics, and anything else Drift might have learned as Deadlock or with the Wreckers, Drift’s obviously better at. But in a swordfight (oh god this sounds so phallic) Wing would win.
First person, aka Wing Pulls on his Ranty McRantpants.
Listen! You don't know what you're doing, all of you, any of you! Can't you see? More importantly-don't you see what you could be doing? Here is a fresh start, for all of us, all of Cybertron. There's no war here and we have a chance to practice peace. Real peace.
It is possible. I've seen it. I've lived it. I know what it looks like, what it feels like and...this isn't it.
Instead, you waste this magnificent opportunity. You perpetuate injustice. You overlook it or accept it. I don't know how you justify it and stay sane, honestly. Because I can tell you: it's not how it 'has' to be. No one should fall through the cracks, no one should have to suffer.
These grudges you hold to even here, even now, they're weapons. Weapons more powerful, more destructive, than any gun or cannon or...whatever you use to kill each other with from a distance. Those weapons kill the body-your grudges, your hostilities, kill the spark, kill the light within us.
Know what I think? You're all cowards. Hiding behind your little insignias, clinging to you petty ideologies, your histories of past injuries, holding on to a dead past instead of grasping a living future. Cowards, and the most dangerous kind.
Third Person
Wing sat, cross-legged, on the floor of his room, honing the silver blade of his Great Sword in smooth, even strokes. It was obviously something he'd done hundreds, thousands of times before, the motion practiced, confident. It calmed him, gave him time to think, the soft, even rhythm of the whetstone against the metal a sort of white noise that cut out all distractions.
It wasn't much of a room, and nothing like what he was used to in New Crystal City, but it would do. He didn't need much, after all, especially not when others were suffering. Others....
He'd been out flying today, exploring the city. Flying for the sake of flying, really, for the thrill of testing his wings, redlining his thrusters, as he had never been able to do back home. But he had looked, and he had seen.
It was...Cybertron, all over again. It was exactly why they'd left: the rich reveling in their luxuries, while down below, the poor were reduced to shambling wretches. Just to survive. Zone Eight was worse than anything he'd ever seen, worse than the slavers treated their captives, for at least a slave had some value;, and Zone Nine...was beyond his imagination.
He'd been dismayed, but not surprised, to hear they already had an Arena. Where the desperate but brave could play some sick game of chance-to buy a better life on pain, or end it quickly, brutally.
That was how it had started for Cybertron-Wing's Cybertron. The divide, the desperation. And the factions. They were here, too. Already, they were here, like explosives primed to explode. Oh he was told by the Transtechs there was peace here, and there was-perhaps. But it wasn't a real peace, the kind Wing had seen and lived for millenia in New Crystal City. This was some dark, roiling ugliness, waiting to burst free, a hose building pressure.
The whetstone slowed its short, even strokes, and Wing found himself looking at the blade, at the bright stone in the haft. Well, Wing? it seemed to ask, What are you going to do about it?
I don't know, he thought. But...something. This cannot go on. I've seen what this becomes. It will change. And I will change it.