| Name: | Thundershot | Generation: | Transmetal | Protoform: | Maximal |
| Player: | David Diedrick | Beast: | Falcon | Alliance: | Maximal |
| Chronicle: | Secrets of Cybertron | Nature: | Watchful | Class: | Normal |
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| Strength (x2) | Charisma | Perception | |||
| Dexterity | Manipulation | Intelligence | |||
| Stamina | Appearance | Wits | |||
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| Talents | Skills | Knowledges | |||
| Alertness | Animal Ken | Apocrypha | |||
| Antics | Blind Fighting | Computer | |||
| Athletics | Firearms | Enigmas | |||
| Brawl | Melee | Investigation | |||
| Dodge | Leadership | History | |||
| Empathy | Performance | Repair | |||
| Expression | Piloting | Matrix | |||
| Primal-Urge | Security | Politics | |||
| Streetwise | Stealth | Procedures | |||
| Subterfuge | Survival | Science | |||
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| Backgrounds | Weapons | Mechanisms | |||
| Device | Claws | Audio Decryption | |||
| Generation | Grappling Hook | (Claw) | Cloaking | ||
| Rank | Eye Lasers | Drone Force | |||
| Resources | Sonic Scream | Flight | |||
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| Radio | |||||
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| Spectrum Vision | |||||
| Zoom Vision | |||||
| Energon | Spark | Willpower | |||
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Image: Thundershot is a scrawny little mech, standing barely over three feet tall. His entire body is painted in the brightest hues of golden yellow and orange, which always seem to pick up and reflect the faintest glimmer of sunlight. Despite his obvious lack of size, he always manages to hold a cocky swagger, convincing only himself that he is a force to be reckoned with.
History: Ever since the day of his protoformation, Thundershot tried to live as much of his life as he could indoors. The thought of big open spaces where he might be shot at frightened the tiny Maximal. Regardless, he was drafted into the ranks of the Maximal Air Command, where he sereved under Raaven for a several years. Despite the length of his service, he never managed to advance beyond the rank of Air Cadet. Eventually, he was dismissed and opted to reassume his cramped lifestyle managing an energon processing facility. He still didn't get the respect he felt he deserved, but at least he wasn't being shot at. Things were almost perfect until one night when a mysterious package containing an Autobot was delivered among a shipment of unrefined energon... since that night nothing will ever be the same.
Roleplaying hints: Your overconfident nature lends itself towards your healthy disposition to believe that you are the most important bot on the face of Cybertron despite your lace of stature and rank. In battle you tend to try things your own way, after all, you most certainly won't put yourself up front where you can be shot at... let the bigger, less important bots take the fire instead of you. You respect those that respect you, however you like to stand out in the crowd. Gather information wherever you can and if possible, beat the group to the punch without anybody knowing.. After all, secret well-kept is less gunfire raining down on you. Also, when all else fails, it never hurts to scream.
Quotes: (panting and puffing, trying to look and sounds as impressive as possible while bits and pieces of circuitry fall out of where his legs and tail feathers used to be) "Welcome to Autobot City!!"
[Sheet by David Diedrick.]
| Name: | Thundercat | Generation: | Optimal/Fuzor | Protoform: | Maximal |
| Player: | David Diedrick | Beast: | Cat/Falcon | Alliance: | Maximal |
| Chronicle: | Secrets of Cybertron | Nature: | Eye of the Storm | Class: | Mega |
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| Physical | Social | Mental | |||
| Strength (x2) | (3) |
Charisma | Perception | ||
| Dexterity | Manipulation | Intelligence | |||
| Stamina | Appearance | Wits | |||
| Abilities | |||||
| Talents | Skills | Knowledges | |||
| Alertness | Animal Ken | Apocrypha | |||
| Antics | Blind Fighting | Computer | |||
| Athletics | Firearms | Enigmas | |||
| Brawl | Melee | Investigation | |||
| Dodge | Leadership | History | |||
| Empathy | Performance | Repair | |||
| Expression | Piloting | Matrix | |||
| Primal-Urge | Security | Politics | |||
| Streetwise | Stealth | Procedures | |||
| Subterfuge | Survival | Science | |||
| Advantages | |||||
| Backgrounds | Weapons | Mechanisms | |||
| Allies (Rhinox) | Claws *4 | (Beast Mode) | Audio Decryption | ||
| Generation | Plasma Cannon | Flight | |||
| Past Spark | Sonic Scream | Focus | |||
| Pure Design | Spark Force | Naturistics | |||
| Rank | Two-handed Sword | Radio | |||
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Size |
Combust | Spectrum Vision | |||
Shining |
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Zoom Vision | |||
| Energon | Spark | Willpower | |||
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Spark Location: The right-hand side of the chest cavity
Image: Thundercat by all but the most rigorous comparisons is an identical (but shorter) copy of the legendary Beast Wars warrior, Tigerhawk. Despite identical apperances, Thundercat is painted mainly black with orange and gold feathers and accents.
History: The enigmatic Thundercat appeared on Reptile Island inside the malfunctioning Vok device shortly after the disappearance of Thundershot and Warder emissary, Caeser at another device. The two were trapped inside the device and beamed away in flash of light after fellow Maximal crew members removed the strange orbs that were burried there. After a brief "meeting" with the Vok, the two were combined into one to form Thundercat, the next reincarnation of Tigerhawk, to help "rectify" the bot that was tampering with the now active device as well as work against the encroaching Unicronian threat.
Roleplaying hints: They chose you over all other bots to reform a legendary hero of the Beast Wars... a job that is completely over your head. You came to earth because the bots that tolerated you were gonna leave you if you didn't help out with a ship, that was it. You weren't ready to buy into that whole "all are one" slag, yet here you are... guess they were right. Learn all that you can about the past, present, and future... even the unsettling and nasty bits, they'll help you understand the big picture. Relay the message to those that ask nicely; spread the word that the Vok are coming for your enemies; and find your way around those that hinder your info gathering. Primus knows how far a little wierdness and eccentricity will go to get you what you need and keep the lessers out of your way.
Quotes: (Offscreen) "*Heh... heh*, he said cockpit"
[Sheets by David Deidrick.]