Buckshot
The loudmouth mutt that swings a mean baseball batt. Created By Psyckogod.
Faction: Maximals
Type: Beast Warrior
Rank: None
Size: 8 ½ ft (Medium)
Function:Frontal Combat
Gender: Male
Theme Song: "Rollin by Limp Bizkit"
Description
Beast Mode: A black and brown rottweiler canine. Buckshot walks on all fours in
this mode. The rottweiler has mostly black fur with brown over the stomach,
muzzle, paws and other random areas. He has a short, stubby tail, brown eyes,
sharp protruding teeth and clawed feet. He can run rather fast in this mode and
has rending teeth and claws and a fierce bark. Also looks rather scrappy, not
unlike a junkyard dog.
Robot Mode: Buckshot is a muscular Maximal with black and brown colors. The
dog’s legs widen into his normal arms and legs, and his tail folds up into his body.
The dog’s muzzle turns and slides downward into his chest, and his paws fold out
into hands and feet. He is tall and solidly built, and has a square-jawed face with
round brown optics. The dog’s ears slide into his head, leaving the normal Bot
audio receptors. He has big boots with rounded steel-toed tips and fingerless
gloves over his hands. He wears a belt with his revolvers’ holsters on it, a
magnetic latch buckle and pockets for whatever contraband he happens across.
He has a rifle on his back as well as a sheath with a handle sticking out of it and a
transparent shield over the rifle and sheath. He doesn’t walk so much as he
swaggers, and he has a confidant grin plastered to his face at all times. He speaks
with a Bruce Campbell-like voice and is capable of assuming a number of different
voices and mannerisms.
Stats:
Strength: 7
Speed: 6
Skill: 6
Aim: 3
Discipline: 10
Stamina: 8
Intelligence: 7
Firepower: 8
Luck: 7
TOTAL: 63
Skills:
Barroom Brawling- Buckshot has spent many wonderful years learning the fine art
of kicking ass in the no-holds-barred, dirty-fighting style that only a tavern bout
can provide. This style includes vicious punches to the head and midsection, kicks
to the stomach, skid and crotch, and usage of whatever blunt objects are nearby,
including but not limited to chairs, stools, bottles, pool cues, trays, and cooking
implements. Taunting is often, finesse is lacking, and more often than not someone
ends up going through the nearest table.
Improvisation- Buckshot is extremely resourceful, and believes that as long as
there are inanimate objects and environmental nuances, there is a way out.
Improvisation includes constructing tools or weapons out of whatever is lying
around, or using what he finds around him to devise a solution to a problem.
Disguise/Acting Tactics- The practiced art of making people believe you’re
someone else. Despite the C’s across his annual report cards, Buckshot passed
with flying colors in his acting class. His acting proficiency, combined with
whatever disguise effects he can find and a whole lot of B.S. allows him to pass
himself off as random individuals. He can assume a number of accents and
dialects, and in the heat of a moment can walk right through a host of inattentive
Predacon guards with enough fakery. Think of all the action or comedy movies
where the protagonist plays someone else to get a desired effect, and you’ll have
the right idea.
Autofire Weapons
Heavy Weapons
Melee Weapons: Clubs
History: Buckshot was born as a civilian on Cybertron going through a standard
civilian existence. He spent much of his free time fighting, hanging out, and picking
up women. His family consisted of his mother and his kid brother. Buckshot
detested his brother, but he loved and still loves his dear, wonderful ma- slight
Oedipus complex, even. He would have simply continued slacking off, but his
mother urged him to do something with his life, and make her proud. That was all
he needed. Buckshot joined up with the Maximal military, and was stationed on a
border ship lying in a neutral zone nearby a Maximal colony world. Unfortunately,
he just didn’t adapt to military protocol very well. He continually strained his
superiors’ patience, and the final insult came when, on shore leave to Cybertron,
he was discovered in the captain’s quarters with a Maximal femmebot, a Predacon
femmebot, some leather straps and a gallon of motor oil- need more be said. He
was dishonorably discharged post haste, and banished to Cybertron.
At first he actually bragged about the method of his discharge, but then Buckshot
remembered his mother. He grew ashamed, and determined she would not only not
hear about it, but he would atone for the loss as well. He threw himself into the
job hunt, and was rejected at every job he applied for in light of his past criminal
record. He entered a patent office, looking for employment and unaware that it
was a front for a criminal cult. Much to Buckshot’s delight, he was hired
immediately. He thought all the shady-looking coworkers and enigmatic supervisor
were odd for a patents office, but didn’t think much of it as he stamped papers
and processed documents. He vidmailed his mother daily, and told her proudly
what a great patents clerk he was. Little did he know that the cult, known as
Con’s Fist, was busy sacrificing virgins, drinking mechfluid, and bombing random
buildings in an effort to cement themselves as bringers of the apocalypse. One late
night, as Buckshot was working overtime with documents to patent the dual-mode
glue and nail gun, Con’s Fist was stealing technical files for a prototype nuclear
warhead from a Predacon munitions facility. They brought it back to the patents
office, and telling Buckshot it was a high-tech espresso machine, wheeled it into
the back. A few days later, Predacon law enforcement arrived and demanded
Buckshot show them the contents of the back storage. Buckshot gladly guided
them in, wanting no trouble for he was a legitimate patents clerk, only to see the
Predacon Militia NEO-666 Nuclear Warhead sitting atop a pedestal next to the fax
machine and water cooler. As none of his co-workers were present or accounted
for, Buckshot was promptly named a Maximal conspirator against the Tripredacus
Council, and jailed in a maximum-security penal colony orbiting the colony world of
Democritus IV.
For the next few years, having lost any hope at proving his innocence, Buckshot
lived among the inmates and learned two things that would prove of value to him:
His quick wit and his vicious fighting tactics. To save him his dignity, nothing will
be said of what became of Buckshot’s rectum. Buckshot was not a model prisoner,
and was an active instigator of four or five riots. His was a life sentence, and he
figured he would live it up. He regularly belittled the Bot captors and their drone
guards. But a change came one day, when a cellmate of his triggered an electrical
surge that brought the guards offline and deactivated the security system. In the
ensuing chaos, Buckshot escaped from his cell and made his way to a cargo
shuttle in the docking bay. There he cleared the quadrotriticale supplements out of
a shipping box and stored himself away. The riot was later put down, and following
a fruitless search for Buckshot, the warden assumed he had escaped and put out
an all-call for him in the sector. Meanwhile, two Predacons entered the dormant
cargo shuttle and made way for the planet Gaiana. As soon as they were out of
communications range, Buckshot popped out of his box and took out the surprised
Predacons. He attempted to change course, but it was locked on autopilot. With
the proverbial shrug, Buckshot took a seat (the Predacons had been locked up in
the back hours ago) and waited for the shuttle to take him to Gaiana, where he
intended to find some action.
Personality: Buckshot is agressive, bad-tempered, lewd, and has a dirty mouth.
And those are his better qualities. He seems like a fool at first, but old friends
know that’s his way of expressing emotions, speaking his mind, asserting himself,
and all that other happy crappy BS, as he would say. While some of his teammates
have convoluted reasons for joining the team, like revenge or pride or patriotism,
Buckshot is in to kick skid and chew bubble gum. Except he’s all out of skid.
Buckshot is a fierce soldier, and never backs down. Before you start thinking about
what a great combatant he must be, consider that: He NEVER backs down. This
sometimes leads to trouble, as Buckshot really knows little or nothing about
retreating or tact. If he’s outgunned, he’ll still shoot. If he’s outnumbered, he’ll still
fight. If he’s losing an argument, he’ll still argue. Buckshot is relentless and the
fact of that has screwed him over more than once. He enjoys making cracks, and
is rarely without a less-than-welcome witticism for the current situation- this
extends to sardonic comments about his teammates, thinly veiled insults to his
enemies, passive double entendres about femmebots, and so on. That’s a big part
of Buckshot: Chasing women. He is not sexist, nor openly crude, just a casual
girl-watcher with one or two good lines and ten times that crappy lines. His open
bravado and risqué innuendoes have gotten him into a lot of trouble over his life;
he’s had to learn how to fight. And can he fight. With Buckshot, it’s almost as if
the weapons are a formality. He can’t aim for crap anyhow. His real talents lie in
smash-mouth, in your face barroom brawling. He isn’t much for the graceful martial
arts or methodical fisticuffs of some of his contemporaries- Buckshot fights dirty.
He loves kicking skid and getting his skid kicked, and is no stranger to chair shots,
crotch kicks, haymakers, putting Bots through random tables, and the like.
At first, every teammate is not much more than joke fodder and battleground
decoy, but over time Buckshot can and will develop friendships, and guards those
he likes or at least respects, implicitly. As long as they never make a crack about
his dear, sainted mother- that’ll drive him over the edge. There is a story back at
home about something very, very, very bad he did to someone who insulted his
best friend’s girl. It has yet to be told to the other Maximals. To friends, Buckshot
is like the crazy guy who tells jokes and takes them to bars to get hammered and
meet women. Because, well, he is the crazy guy who tells jokes and takes friends
to bars to get hammered and meet women. From the point of befriending, the
person in question graduates from being insulted by Buckshot in contempt to being
insulted by Buckshot in jest. There is an imperceptible, but very real difference. As
far as the line of duty goes, Buckshot is a willing and capable soldier, but a
disciplinary wreck. He’s logged more brig time than an enterprising Predacon, but
somehow manages to wipe it off his record and get back on the commanding
officer’s good side. He follows orders dutifully and swiftly…it’s when the optics turn
away that the trouble happens. Buckshot is prone to extreme temper tantrums,
with loads of swears, insults, and conjecture on the offender's family, looks, and
sexual livelihood. Depending on who they are, teammates could think of Buckshot
as a fun guy, an idiot, a good soldier, or vermin. It’s subjective. On a final note,
Buckshot would be a master of disguise, if “master of disguise” weren’t such a
cliché. He can use whatever articles of clothing are on hand, differed mannerisms,
and a changed voice to sneak his way in or out of a situation. On the spur of the
moment, Buckshot carrying a makeshift medikit and spouting medical jargon, or
wearing a beret and speaking with a French connoisseur accent, or occasionally,
wearing a thick shawl and talking like a woman, can get him past Predacons who
are either too dumb or too busy to take a closer look. This does not always work,
and when they see through the disguise, that’s when Buckshot takes to his guns
or his fists.
Weapons/Equipment/Special Abilities:
Armament:
-Cybertron Slugger- Buckshot’s pride and joy. The Slugger is a titanium-steel alloy
baseball bat. It is about two and a half feet long, and has a taped handle with a
long cylindrical bat. The Slugger is a light gray, and the tape on the handle is
black. There’s not much more to say here: It’s a bat. Buckshot is extremely adept
with it, and likes to twirl it around in his hand before smacking the crap out of
some fool with it. When not in use, he stores it in a leather sheath on his back.
-Dual Revolvers- This is a pair of powerful six-shooters. They are about ten inches
long, and are black. They consist of short and slightly curved handles, long barrels,
and cylindrical chamber over the trigger. Buckshot has to load the revolvers’
bullets one by one, by pulling the chamber out, putting each bullet in, then
popping the chamber back in. The revolvers are powerful and have high recoil;
Buckshot’s hands jerk back each time he fires. They have a maximum range of 300
ft, and can pierce strong armors with their hollow-tipped full metal jacket bullets.
Each revolver can store up to six bullets at a time. Buckshot keeps extra bullets in
his belt, and stores the revolvers in the belt’s holsters.
-Automatic Shotgun with Grenade Capability- This is Buckshot’s favorite, and main,
weapon. It is a black three-foot long shotgun with a tube underneath the gun
proper. The shotgun itself fires five-round bursts of thick-jacket steel shells. The
tube launches grenades. The gun has a stock in the back, and a pump grip on the
underside is used to fire the shotgun while a trigger under the tube is used to
launch grenades. The launcher fires short, cylindrical six-inch long combustion
grenades. It can hold up to three grenades at a time. The shotgun utilizes shell
magazines with twenty shells each. The shotgun has a maximum range of a
hundred feet, and the grenade launcher’s range varies depending on the angle the
gun is held at when the grenade is launched. The grenades have a blast radius of
ten feet, and the shells can pierce strong armor at close range. Buckshot keeps a
supply of extra shells and grenades in his belt. When not in use, the shotgun is
slung over his shoulder.
Beast Mode:
Rottweiler teeth
Rottweiler claws
Equipment:
Riot Shield- This is a thick transparent shield designed to repel enemy fire. It is
rectangular with rounded edges, and is three feet wide by seven feet long. When
on Buckshot’s back, it is folded up in three sections, and when he takes it out he
folds it out via strong couplings in the shield. It is composed of four-inch thick
transparent titanium fiber composite, and can withstand anything from a
point-blank pistol shot to a low-speed rocket. When using it, Buckshot hunches
down and holds it up in front of him as well as whatever else he’s trying to shield.
He holds it via strong magnetic grafts in the underside that he latches his arm to;
though very durable, the shield is surprisingly light. The upper portion of the shield
has a rectangular sliding window in it. The window is one foot long by six inches
wide, and can slide up for Buckshot to stick the barrel of his revolvers or rifle
through and fire away. He is also not averse to using it as a melee weapon. When
not in use, it is folded up and stored over Buckshot’s back.
Quotes:
-"Damn I'm bored. Um...*wham smack crunch bam*!!! Ah, much better."
-"HEY YOU MOTHER***** SON OF A *******, I'LL ******** SO FAR UP YOUR
******** UNTIL YOU ******** AND YOUR MOTHER ******** WITH A JAR OF
******** AND SHE *********** ALL NIGHT LONG UNTIL IT ************
AND YOU HAVE TO GET IT GLUED BACK ON!!!!"
"Anyone seen a Predacon hopping around holding his ass? I can't find my baseball
bat."
Graphics provided by Riboflavin
