Metalhawk

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PLAYER INFO

Name: Scrib
Contact Information: scribblecloud (plurk), scribblecloud (dreamwidth)
Time Zone: Central
Characters Played: -


CHARACTER INFO

Character Name: Metalhawk
Character Canon: Transformers (IDW)

History: TFwiki.net

AU History:
There's...a lot that changes between original canon and the AU. First off, he's not a transforming alien robot. Metalhawk, instead, is an Enlightened Skarmory Shifter— a pokemon graced with the ability to change his shape into a human form. He hails from the late Mist Village and was witness to the final raid that scattered its inhabitants, himself being one of them, to the cardinal directions of the map. He was sixteen by this time. His wavering, nomadic wanderings lasted ten years before he eventually swerved into the desert and onto Caldera's doorstep.

Melding with society was difficult, but a welcomed change in everything. He met new people, acquaintances, and even a friend or two. He took to lower class, menial tasks and blended with the populace. He occasionally called out social injustices when he saw them, but for the most part remained in obscurity. He respected Caldera's traditions and savored their belief in upholding loyalty and strong sense of honor.

When Gigas began its assault, Metalhawk, fueled by the unquenched thirst for retribution, volunteered to train for and join the Battalion of Steel. He was proven to be adept with a blade and an established marksman— especially so considering his aerial advantage.

War was not glorious. The near slaughter of their numbers, witness of Gigian tactics, and the overall carnage was enough to turn Metalhawk off to any bloodlust he might have craved. It was clear that brute force would not—could not win against the Gigian giant. Words were superior and ultimately...spared more lives.

He left Caldera for Union in search of greener pastures.

Canon Personality:
A noble, though oft-designated walking d-bag of the honest stock, he is a thoughtful individual who detests the notion of war and is an active, albeit perfectly capable of protecting himself, pacifist.

He comes off as haughty and "holier than thou", but under the bristly, steel exterior, lies the spark...er heart of an individual with all the best intentions. He tries to solve problems with words and a fair share of scowling. His weapon is truth though his peers often aren't very keen to this tactic. Along with his straight-to-the point, no nonsense attitude, he's practical and all business. Metalhawk is the last person to unleash a joke and even less likely to appreciate one. On the rare instance he creaks a smile, it's one rooted in a sense of purpose and accomplishment.

He is naive and trusting, a combination that can (and has) led to his downfall. He takes things at face value and opts to believe that there's good in everyone. This, of course, is a nice stick of hypocrisy. When confronted with an individual he already knows is trouble, foul, or just down-right evil, Metalhawk shunts aside his unbias and jumps all over the wagon of black-and-white, predisposed judgement¹.

Though he was thrust into the ring of power as a representative of the neutral faction of cybertronians, Metalhawk never seeks to misuse their trust. He speaks for his "brothers" and vies for equality among the remaining Autobots and Decepticons². His sense of duty to his people leads to selfless acts of heroism and, provided it's for a friend, actions nearing martyrdom. Likewise, Metalhawk can hold a serious grudge if he feels like it. He's more than willing to break his vow of pacifism to retaliate against a particularly backstabby individual³.

1. See Turmoil
2. If he could have it his way, both factions would be ousted right off Cybertron for starting and perpetuating the long, bloody war in the first place.
3. Starscream you ass

AU Deviation:
He'll be less about a neutral party coming in to rule the planet and more about the treatment of humans and pokemon. Due to his status as an Enlightened Shifter type, he'll have both perspectives when it comes to thoughts regarding race. He'll be quick to point out classism and even quicker to shoot down anyone defending it. He bristles at any insinuation of using pokemon instead of working alongside them.

He'll be less political on a whole– those niches already filled by others, but just as vocal of his feelings and opinions on matters that catch his interest.

Upon entering Union, Metalhawk will fixate on the legend of the Savior. He'll idolize her story and work towards bettering himself in her image. He will most likely join The Swords of the Savior provided they will take him.

Canon Abilities:
Big Giant Robot - He's a massive alien robot roughly 26 feet in height with a waspish waist and crazy-wide shoulders. Cybertronians don't respirate, though they do require sleep and fuel. Though Metalhawk's age is unknown, it's assumed to be anywhere between 4 million years to 2,500 years. Whether he is constructed cold (born of the matrix) or forged (natural birth from a hot spot) is unknown.

Transformation - Aside from his humanoid shape as a robot, he may also transform at will into a cybertronian jet. This mode has no windows and is unlikely able to hold passengers aside from his ability to still hold onto someone similar to a hawk holding something in its talons while it flies.

Arm Blades - Metalhawk's arm blades serve as both weapon and shield. They're capable of reflecting gunfire and double as the wings of his jet mode. They are sharp— sharp enough to impale spark chambers and cut into the "skulls" of his opposition.

Nimble - For a giant robot, it's assumed Metalhawk wields some aerial grace as most cybertronians with a jet mode have high maneuverability. He is also decent in hand to hand combat. Nothing spectacular, just enough to hold his ground.

Enlightened Abilities:
Flying/Steel
Skarmory Shifter
(Skarmory first. Human second)

Skarmory Form - His "shiny" coloration replaces the typical steely color in favor of a more golden appearance. The bird's eyes are a startling, luminescent blue. The red on the wings are the same as the typical coloration of a normal Skarmory.

Human Form - As a human, he is dark skinned with a short, sharp hooked nose. His golden dreads are pulled back by a hairpiece resembling the bladed red feathers of his pokemon form. His dreads hold the consistency of twisted steel wire. Adorned on his jaw is a pharaoh-like chin piece that's purely aesthetic. If the piece is ever removed, beneath would lie a beard jutting from his chin in roughly the same shape as the jewelry and the same color and consistency of his hair. Metalhawk's eyes are of the same, intensely blue quality as his Skarmory self. His build is lean and almost waspish around the waist⁴ and he has notably broad shoulders.

4. Once while transporting a bag of newly forged nails to a carpenter, he'd been approached by a woman inquiring as to the tailor of his corset. She didn't believe him.

Moveset -
*Keen Eye

Brave Bird
Leer⁵
Peck
Sand Attack
Swift
Agility

5. It is to be noted that this move when performed by Metalhawk, typically resembles the stern look of a man (or bird) who's "so very done with your shit". He takes the sly, playful nature of a leer and tweaks the wicked curl into a long, pursed lip look that could shrivel grapes.

Starter Pokémon: A small Pidove encountered during Metalhawk's early years of aimless wandering. She's been wonderful company.

Notes/Special Considerations: -

SAMPLES

First-Person: A conversation about robots, between robots.

Third-Person:
The desert sun swelled over the ruined edge of Caldera. Its glowing warm light bathed the grisly scene, beams of pinks and oranges refracting off errant, metal blades peeked above piles of bodies and smoldering rubble. It had been a long night. Metalhawk leaned against a crumbling wall, the cold seeping into his cheek like a mother's touch from beyond the grave.

So much death and where was it leading? Fellow men and women dying, their screams were the same, no matter which side they fell from. And what hurt him the most...what tugged and scratched at his beating heart was the sight of his brothers and sisters, fellow pokemon forced to do the bidding of another's will. His keen eyes watching the ripple of muscles as arms drew back and swung forward, releasing those damned capsules that held them. The cacophony of pokemon and humans alike wailing under the same sky, panting the same air, and crumpling under the weight of...war.

That's what this was after all. This was war and Metalhawk couldn't see the glory in it. The gore...yes, that was easy to see. The pungent smell of baking, blood-soaked sands permeated all around him. He'd seen it from the skies when he'd been sent above the field...death and blood and brother and sister all colliding over invisible borders and someone else's orders.

A quiet, subdued coo, and a gentle warm weight settle on Metalhawk's right shoulder. He feels the press of soft feathers against his temple and he knows it's time to go. His clawed fingers snake the small parcel from Pidove's ankle and he thanks her with a murmur though his stomach is already twisting and churning at the thought of another day of this hell.

"This is wrong," he murmurs and the Steel soldier across from him looks away. It is wrong, but what could they do?