VenomcoilAllegiance: Decepticons
Function: Sabotage
Alternate Modes: Fighter Jet - F22 Raptor.
Weapons: Arm mounted double venom lasers. Single "Fangs" wrist-blade. Alternate only nose-gun ballistics, A2A and A2G missiles.
Special Abilities: Localized EMP Blast (5 pts).
Height: 26 ft / 7.9m
Quote: "Fair? I don't do fair!"
Strength: 3
Intelligence: 6
Dexterity: 9
Speed: 8
Endurance: 4
Courage: 3
Firepower: 8
Accuracy: 8
Melee: 5
Tech Skill: 7
Charisma: 4
Rank: 6
Profile: Venomcoil was originally a systems maintenance engineer in the slums of Cybertron. A thankless task, ensuring the flow of Energon even when he barely received enough himself.
His affiliation with the Decepticons was a slow conversion; gratefully snatching up offered Energon or alterations in return for small jobs. Perhaps more importantly, his discretion.
By the time the war was in full swing, Venomcoil had traded himself piece by piece into a fully functional Decepticon aerial grunt. Favouring debilitating weaponry, speed and avoidance.
Black and grey in colour, Red eyes and cockpit glass. A metal 'hood' and matching faceplate. Damage to his vocal unit adding a static hiss he never got around to fixing.
The transformer showed a rather natural talent for getting where he needed to be, whether others wanted him there or not. His knowledge for repairing proved just as useful for disabling machines as fixing them.
As the missions grew increasingly dangerous, and his escapes narrower, Venomcoil had plenty to be paranoid about. Commanded to covertly hijack, disable or destroy the vessel Echoing Pride.
Forces aboard the ship fought to their mutual destruction; the ship crippled beyond repair, all aboard drained or destroyed. Venomcoil held onto consciousness and hope for days in a storage locker; finally triggering a stasis lock believing the Decepticons would come for his team. They never did.
By happenstance or yet unknown design, Echoing Pride's derelict mass entered the Sol system. Venomcoil, and potentially others, still on board.
Abilities: Venomcoil is an extremely agile combatant in ground or air. Intelligent and tech savvy enough to identify weaknesses and viciously exploit them. Often letting his venom cannons do their work before swooping in to finish the job.
These same qualities make him a stealthy, capable saboteur and tinker. A well placed EMP burst often causing chaos with enemy systems, such as communication. A valuable defensive tool as well, particularly in the airborne realm of tracking ordinance.
Weaknesses: Venomcoil's notable talents help obscure his prelethra of weaknesses. Perhaps most glaringly, his innate desires not lining up with his greatest strengths. He prefers using his curved wrist-blade, despite lacking any notable skill with it. Sometimes painstakingly dragging out a confrontation for an opportunity to use it relatively safely.
No small feat, considering repeated grievous injuries and abandonment have left him traumatised. Not to mention, incredibly insecure.
While this skittish streak greatly compliments his elusive skillset and bumps his survival odds, it does not often go over well with his allies. Socially "high maintenance", he requires consistent reassurance (or intimidation) to perform in very dangerous situations.
A perhaps catastrophic combination with his potentially irritating voice, reserved nature and unforgiving Decepticon commanders.
