Post by Mind Dive on May 26, 2008 1:59:10 GMT -5
The (Wo)Man Behind The Mask
First Name: TigerTerror
Age (Optional): legal adult
Characters You Play as of Now: None
The Stage Prop
Character's Full Name: Mind Dive
Character's Nickname(s): Dive, slaggin'-glitch-head
Character's Age: unknown
What your character is/does
Decepticon
Job: Neural Networker (NN); similar to a psychic in that they can access another machine without actually hacking.
The difference is that a NN does it by downloading their entire mainframe, and spark, into the second machine, literally making it their body instead of their original. As such, they cannot take over another Transformer's body, but they can lie in wait in a computer system. It is also possible for them to then transfer from one computer to another.
NN's are rare, because its almost guaranteed that a few pages will be lost along the way; just enough to corrupt one or two of the memory files classified as 'secondary memory' (ie, least important). If they must enact an emergency transfer, 'sensitive information' (most important, directly related to who they are mostly) is transferred, less sensitive information is transferred after the initial is complete or is lost. In short, memory loss of varying degrees is normal for a NN.
Optic Colour: Cool red
Primary Colour: Navy Blue
Secondary colours: White
Transformers into: (when a body is acquired) blue 4WD (Nissan Patrol Wagon), with white highlights
Character's Personality:
Likes (at least 5):
- speaking in l33t
- computer games
- lolcatz
- having arms
- the occasional cube of high-grade
- blasting things
- ("having a fraggin' complete memory!")
Dislikes (at lest 3):
- Being a Neural Networker
- being unable to remember things
- losing
- loud noises
- maths problems.
Mind Dive is calm, rarely one to get wound up or to lose his temper, and respective of those in authority - perhaps unique for a Decepticon. Of course, the fact that he tries not to cause trouble is even more unique, but we'll forgive that on the basis that he's currently trying to remember what a Deception is.
Patient and willing to 'go with the flow', he can infuriate the more wound up Decepticons, especially as he doesn't react very much to insults and doesn't throw the first punch. That being said, he enjoys a good fight just as much as any other, and will gladly join in the drunken brawling once its started.
His attitude can be easily influenced by those around him; hence on the battlefield he may seem as war-hungry as the rest of them, while currently he seems to be adopted the persona of a 15-year-old computer geek, minus the hormones.
Character's History
Mind Dive appears to hate his original occupation, because of the memory loss involved - once, he lost all information about having a brother (now dead). The expression on his brother's face when he admitted to not knowing him, however, is one memory he hasn't forgotten, much to his chagrin. Disliking does not mean he will not use it, however, especially to save himself.
Mind Dive joined the Decepticons before the war started, the reason he gave being that cannon fodder was still a better job that NN-ing. He rose in the ranks only enough that people might get in some trouble if they neglected to repair him after battle (however, WHEN after the battle is still up to them), and he seems quite content with this fairly low station.
In a skirmish Mind Dive was forced to enact an emergency transfer, all the way to where a hailing signal was coming from - earth. He transferred his sensitive information, but much of it was lost into space. As a result, Mind Dive now only possesses about 20% of his original memories. Most of this consists of who he is, what he does, Neural Networker trade secrets. Everything else is lost. Information about the war, other transformers, and even part of his 'dictionary' of Cybertronian language and culture (hence why he speaks only in earth languages).
He remembers that those who wear the purple symbol are allies, but he cannot recall why, and he isn't sure what those who wear the red symbol are to him.
Currently, he is located in the supercomputer of Redbrooke University, the campus of which is located about halfway between that town and Sam's. He's looking into building himself a new body with Earth's more primitive materials and technology. Or waiting until someone else picks up his signal and does it for him, whichever is sooner.
On a scale of 1 to 10:
Strength: Average (4)
Endurance: Fuel Efficient (6)
Toughness: Below Average (3)
Agility: Average (5)
Intelligence: Exceptionally Bright (7)
Firepower: Average (4)
Ranged: Steady Hands (6)
Melee: Average (4)
Armor: Below Average (3) ("A pox on humanity's lack of decent material!")
Role Playing Sample:
Designation: ...
... ... confirmed.
Alliance: ...
... ... confirmed.
Structural Schematics: ...
... ... confirmed
Location: ...
... ... unknown.
Recovering Memory Banks: ...
... ... ERROR: data corrupted.
Opening Emergency Recovery Protocols: ...
... ... data encrypted.
Decrypting Files...
... ... ERROR: data corrupted.
...
...
Scanning for other signals: ...
... signals acquired.
... ... identities: unknown.
"Well," Mind Dive paused for a moment, briefly referring to the non-physical network ('Internet', what a strange name) for reference, "****. **** it to dust."
This was probably going to cause a few problems. Stranded in some antiquity, who knew where, with absolutely no possibility of transferring back to his original body. Did he still HAVE an original body, or had it been destroyed somehow, for some reason? He couldn't remember. Whatever the case, it wasn't here, and wasn't going to come here. Just so long as he didn't have to explain 'why'.
...******, he HATED it when he had giant holes in his memory like this! Though, to be fair, this time is was more like a great big nothing with small holes that WERE memory. It wasn't a better alternative. At least he could remember his name.
Mentally, Mind Dive reached out. He was pleasantly surprised to find that there were, for lack of better word, doors in his shell - physical networks leading to other computers. A more entertained few hours - or days, whichever, he was still getting the hang of this 'time' thing - was spent experimenting. The cameras had been a good find, because at least now he had 'optics'. Even if all there was to see were empty corridors and puny, annoying fleshies - fleshies who kept having the nerve to demand that he solve their vector calculus for them. (Which he did, only because he didn't want them to disassemble him, as the Internet suggested the barbarians were inclined to do).
The 'auto-shop rooms' (what strange names, these fleshies gave things. 'University' was even worse), were also a nice find. All the tools to build himself a new form - even if it had to be out of human's poor materials - and robotic arms, used for special projects by the students and staff.
Now things were coming together - all he had to do was work out how to forge this currency and make a few purchases on Ebay...