Level 5 Decepticon
"What's wrong with being unpredictable? In this line of business, 'predictable' equals 'dead'."
||45 (+5 to next level)|
||4 tons of Vanadium-Steel|
||In a Mission - 00:07:39|
||Not damaged (100%)|
Current Faction: Autobot
Quote: ”What's wrong
with being unpredictable? In this line of business, 'predictable' equals 'dead'."
Team: Amalgamated Pretense
Origin location: Iacon
Spark date: November 17.
straight from the higher end of the Autobot team SolarCat is a little eccentric, her free thinking and problem solving
abilities astound those that are not capable of thinking outside the box.
Able to get along with most of her new team,
SolarCat enjoys going out and whipping the crap out of her old Autobot mates.
Slowly the war is getting to
this ex-Autobot, her hands are stained with energon to a point she doesn’t bother to wash them, and her team mates have
heard her laughing crazily over a hulking still smoldering chassis. There is concern about her as her persona has not changed
off the battlefield many are wondering if there is a duality going on.
One of her
best abilities is grammar, she'll point out any and everything confusing her enemies. Another is her advanced maths, SolarCat
is willing to explain the spread if she is asked. Her best weapon is her Drohung-Tipped Vermittlung which is loosely translated
to razor tipped tongue, that and her plasma gun which combined with her other attributes makes her a crack shot.
sight and smell of chocolate or peanut butter can send SolarCat running to have some. No one knows where she acquired
the taste for it, but the team steers clear of anything that might contain vast quantities of either substance. SolarCat has
no other known weaknesses.
History: SolarCat’s original bio.
SolarCat is a rather...
shall we say "unique" individual. She loves chocolate, popcorn, and running around in the rain in short sleeves with no raincoat.
(No wonder she gets sick a lot). She has a pet plant named Herman Melville and a pet brother who calls himself "Sparkles the
Cat". You can't take her seriously, and yet sometimes you have to. SolarCat hates playing videogames herself but she'll
walk you through how to beat them with spur-of-the-moment strategy, and she doesn't mind watching others play. In fact, she'll
watch your back on the radar thing, because goodness knows you'll be too busy killing things and blowing stuff up to actually
pay attention to minor details like who's trying to kill you.
She's a stickler for proper grammar, and will edit her
writings for the simple reason that she didn't like the way it was worded, or there was an extra comma. She won't tell you
her real name unless she gets to know you really well. Sometimes she pretends to be a guy, just to save her identity.
plans include achieving a pilot's license, publishing a series of novels, and getting a Doctorate (not necessarily in that
order). She also wants a 1976 TR7 Triumph, because those are cool-looking cars and they make nice conversions to electric.
her at your peril. Or amusement, whichever you prefer.