Flit
A tough female boxer, one of th enewest members of the crew. Created by IronHide
Name: Flit
Faction: Maximal.
Type: Modeless
Serial Number: MAXI-263-0285
Rank: none
Size: 8 feet
Function: Close Combat Warrior.
Gender: Female
Age: 97 s.c.
Theme Song: Deny by Default
Voice Actress: Peri Gilpin
Robot Mode:
With no beast mode, Flit’s robot mode is purely mechanical in nature, straight lines and curves with neither fur nor feather to mar the technological aspect. Though she could never be mistaken for anything other than a robot, she is far from boxy or bulky; instead, she is lithe, trim and clearly built for speed.
Her head is topped by a thin layer of heavily armoured metal, in a shape halfway between a boxer’s sparring head guard and a roman legionnaire’s plumed helm. Like the boxer’s pads the metal covers her forehead and then back around the rest of her head, and also has pieces that extend down to her cheeks. But, like the legionnaire’s helm, these cheek guards curve in towards her face, and she has a small ridge of metal running back along the top of her head, down the centre. Though it is not particularly large, especially when compared with the high red crests of Roman soldiers, it is still noticeable. Her face is rather empty looking, with small almond-shaped eyes and a thin mouth the only features to break it up. She has a raised bump where a nose should be, in the general shape of the protuberance, but no actual nose. Her chin is strong and squared without appearing overly butch, and she generally holds her head straight, looking neither down her nose at bots nor up at them meekly.
Her body is built in a style befitting a gymnast, with strong, thin arms and legs and a body that is deceptively underdeveloped. Though she does have a bust, it is not a particularly large one, more along the lines of apples as opposed to grapefruits, and she does not worry particularly about the way she displays her chest. It is, to her, a part of her body like any other, and she feels neither pride nor shame in it. It simply is.
Her shoulders, like all her joints, are covered with a soft rubbery substance, soft to the touch but affording a good mix between ease of movement and protection of her vital parts. Her arms are small, but her strength is not to be underestimated. Instead of bulking up her arms with larger, heavier servomuscles, she has chosen instead to seek the highest quality servos available, in the thinnest, most compact designs. Her arms are well toned, firm without being bulky, and her Maximal symbol is stencilled, in red, on her left shoulder. Her hands are the only things which belie her true strength, with what appears to be heavy padding placed on the back of the hand and wrapping around her wrist. Her fingers are long and slender, capable of very fine manual dexterity, but with knuckles capped with the same padding that covers the back of her hand.
Her legs are long and slender, with very fine ankles and small feet that are modelled in roughly the shape of high-heeled boots. Her ability to twist and bend her legs is nothing short of stupefying, and if the situation called for it Flit could easily fold her legs around her in such a way as to halve her size. Her heels are very fine spikes at the base, widening and thickening as they go back up to meet her heel, however. She has no toes, something which adds to the impression of her wearing heeled boots, and her feet come to a slight point just off to one side, the opposite for each, of course.
Though not ostentatious in her design, she has had several slight, artistic touches added to her body over the solar cycles. For instance, on the palm of her left hand is stencilled the outline of a butterfly, and on the right is a bee, stinger prominently displayed, representing her combat doctrine. And, not wanting to appear overly unconcerned about her feminine side, she has had her voice box tweaked slightly so that her voice usually comes out in a softer, smokier tone than one might have expected given her appearance. She carries herself with poise and grace, nearly cat-like in her movements, each of which is designed to generate the greatest return for the least expended effort. She is primarily white, with light green padding around her head and hands, and red lower limbs, though on the arms this can be admittedly hard to see. Her optics are sky blue in most cases, but in instances of extreme emotion they have been known to change shade, ranging from a blue so light it’s nearly white to one so dark that it looks like black. For the majority of the time, however, they are the standard sky blue.
Statistics:
Strength: 8
Speed: 8
Skill: 7
Aim: 7
Discipline: 7
Stamina: 9
Intelligence: 7
Firepower: 6
Luck: 4
Skills:
Non Combat:
Endurance
Gymnastics
Expert - Dancing
Combat:
Melee Weapons – Claws
Melee Weapons – Swords
Unarmed Combat
Personality:
Contrary to what her name might imply, Flit is actually a very serious and down-to-Cybertron fem. Though she has a bit of a temper, she tries her best to keep it under control, and actually succeeds most of the time. Of course, when she doesn’t it can be quite the explosive display, and Flit is as single-minded in her (fortunately rare) violent outbursts as she is in her more peaceful times. She doesn’t feel particularly bad about blowing up at bots, since to push her to that state requires a serious, concerted effort, so whatever they get is their own fault. She does try to avoid inflicting accidental injury as much as possible, but with her unassuming form it’s sometimes just an unavoidable outcome based on what people think of her.
As her general design might have already suggested, between the head padding and the gloves, Flit was a semi-professional warrior, capable of fighting in a variety of manners, depending on what is required of her. She can box, both the general sport and several varieties of kick boxing, fight with a variety of martial arts form, be they human, Cybertronian or alien, and is nearly as capable armed as she is unarmed. Her first love, however, has always been the martial arts, specifically a rare and esoteric form known as Mugen Tenshin style, and she views anything else as a lesser means of combat. Flit dislikes ranged weapons especially, and has refused to have even optical lasers implanted into her body. Trained as she is, and capable as she has proven herself to be, she has not yet been given any reason to regret the decisions, and nor does she believe she ever will be. And, judging by her professional record in the ring (sixty-two wins to only eight losses) it is possible that such might actually be the case.
Though she views practising and sparring as her favourite forms of relaxation, Flit has been known to have a little fun, too. She prefers the more acrobatic forms of fun, such as gymnastics, climbing, jogging and swimming, but won’t normally say no if someone invites her out for something different. She’s not particularly enamoured of nights at the bar, preferring not to dilute her skills with overindulgence, though that can change if there’s a dance floor there. For all her lack of concern over her appearance, Flit takes pride in her body, and showing it off on the dance floor is easily one of her top ten favourite things to do. She prefers faster, more raucous music over the more strait-laced classical forms, and has even been known to slide complicated gymnastics routines into her dance floor escapades. One of the few things she can’t stand, however, is just sitting around, doing nothing; she gets restless easily, and will began to pace, fidget or do some other thing to distract herself.
Outside of battle situations, Flit’s a nice fem, though she can be a bit blunt at times. For all her skill at side-stepping and dancing around in the ring, she’s surprisingly bad at it in social situations, and once or twice she’s even had fights break out over comments she thought were completely innocent. Most bots who spend any serious amount of time with her tend to realise this, and learn not to take offence as easily from offhand comments she makes. Of course, if she realises that she’s given offence she’s always quick to apologise and try to make amends, which also helps.
For all her strength and skill, Flit is surprisingly gentle. Indeed, the idea of using her power to intimidate or bully another bot wouldn’t even occur to her, and were it to be suggested she’d dismiss the idea immediately. She’s not particularly a protector of the weak or anything like that, but if she happens across a bully in action or a group attacking one bot, she will not hesitate to join in on the side of the victim. She doesn’t hate Predacons in general, nor does she feel that Maximals are inherently better and more virtuous. All bots are different, she understands, and it would be silly to make such blanket statements and try to apply them to a race as varied and various as the Transformers. That aside, however, she generally prefers the company of Maximals, as they are, on the whole, less inclined to scheme and plot. Though, there are exceptions to every rule, as she knows all too well.
Weapons/Equipment/Special Abilities:
Armament:
Bracers – A deceptively thin piece of metal wraps around Flit’s wrist and a bit of her forearm, then spreads up to cover the back of her hand and knuckles, with a small piece looping around to the palm of her hand. Though these may look like nothing more than aesthetic ornamentation, these bracers actually contain small, powerful graviton generators. The generators can be activated and manipulated by mental commands from Flit and Flit alone, and with them her blows can range from a light tap to several thousand pounds per square inch, depending on how high she sets them. Of course, the higher they are set the faster they overheat and drain their batteries, so she generally keeps them set midway in a battle.
Siren –A four foot long weapon, a strange blending of a broadsword and a katana, but with unique differences all it’s own, Siren is the only real weapon the Flit carries. The blade is shaped in the same manner as a broadsword would be, with sharpened edges on both sides and a pointed tip, but is the size of a katana, far slimmer than any broadsword would be. There is no real crossguard to speak of, just a slightly wider circle of burnished black metal that leads back into the hilt. The hilt is about a foot long, designed to be gripped in both hands, with moulded grips designed specifically for Flit. As a security precaution, if held by anyone but Flit, a quartet of monomolecular blades, a few inches long, fold out from the handle, slicing the bearer’s hand to pieces. There is a small red jewel set into the base of the pommel, and when swung it’s vibrations carry up the sword’s blade, producing the distinctive singing whistle which gave the sword it’s name.
Equipment:
Whetstone – A small stone, roughly the size of a paperback novel, used to sharpen Siren whenever she has the time and the sword needs it. Nothing particularly impressive or memorable about the item; it’s just a normal whetstone.
History:
Created to be a courier, Flit actually began life with much the same shape as she has now, but with a far less powerful substructure. Having been stuck with one of the seedier routes through Prime City, however, she decided to invest in a little self-defence training. Though it went rather well, all things considered, she lacked enough muscle power to really make it work, a point that would be driven home rather brutally when she was twenty-three. Attacked by a quarter of larger bots, both Maximals and Predacons, Flit was beaten and left for dead in the back alleys of Prime City. Robbed of her courier’s package, the contents of which were actually not worth all that much, Flit was saved from an ignominious death only because a passing stranger had been kind enough not to just step over her and continue on his way.
Once she was taken to a decent medical facility, Flit managed a complete recovery, though her mental stability took far, far longer to recover than her physical form. For years afterward she was terrified of Prime City, and at one point it actually got so bad that she moved out to one of the smaller cities not too far away. She could not continue this way forever, though, and eventually came to realise that fact. Having quit her courier job long ago, she devoted herself full time to improving her body, combining physical rebuilding with increased training. Though she started out slowly, residual fear of pain and violence holding her back, she eventually managed to break through that and unleashed a surprising amount of fury and strength for one so small. Her teachers, impressed, began to encourage her, pushing her to fight harder. She displayed a great aptitude in two styles, boxing and Mugen Tenshin, and began to focus more and more on those two areas specifically.
By the time she was forty solar cycles she’d begun to fight professionally, and had actually managed to amass a pretty fair record for herself. Of course, she was hardly fighting for the Cybertronian Heavyweight belt, especially since she was still quite small, but at least the bookies were no longer giving her odds of a hundred-to-one in routine bouts.
She received Siren when she was fifty, from an aged and infirm bot living on a small monastery on an asteroid in the Sigma Draconis system. Having studied under him for years, she had proven her skill to him, and before she left to continue on her way, he presented her with the blade, as a gift. Her reluctance to use ranged weapons had already become quite apparent, a holdover, perhaps, from the way her attackers had crippled her from a distance before moving in for the main event. Whatever it’s source, though, by now she was reluctant in the extreme to even handle ranged weapons, let alone fire them. Thanking the aged bot profusely, she accepted his gift with all the reverence due to it and set off for the arenas and rings of Cybertronian space. Though she was never going to become a main eventer or a headliner, she had a respectable following by now, and her fights garnered at least some media attention wherever she went.
She made her first visit to Andronicus when she was seventy or so, and it did not go over well. She was matched up against a massive Maximal named Goliath, a beast warrior with fists as wide as her hips and all the brute strength and power she lacked. To make it worse, it was a boxing match, meaning she’d gone in unarmed. Though her speed had let her land a few decent blows here and there, a few crushing blows from Goliath’s massive fists had felled her like a logged tree. Even though she knew she’d been outclassed from the beginning she was bitter over the loss, and left Andronicus bound and determined to show Goliath up someday.
That day came both sooner and later than she’d expected. Sooner, because she’d been hoping to have a lot more time to train and prepare before she’d had to face him again. She knew he was still as strong as ever, and the only ways she’d come up with to narrow the gap still left a pretty wide chasm between them. Her graviton generators would help, and they would most likely be allowed, but even with them and the new stronger servomuscles she’d had implanted, she was still a lapdog to his rotweiler.
Later, however, because in the meantime she’d had a chance to watch him, and was starting to get nervous for wholly different reasons now. His power might not have changed, but his skill and technique certainly had; they’d improved. She had to admit, she feared him, and that was a terrible thing to go into a match with.
She wasn’t looking forward to it on any level.
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