Dendrite
From Axalon RPG
- Created by: riboflavin
- Boards: Ultimate RPG, leading to Predacon Base RPG. Short lived original version was on the old BM Maximal board, and an app for Axalon Underground RPG was started but never finished. I beleive he appears or is mentioned in a Lightspawn fic or two.
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Summary
- Name: Dendrite
- Aliases: Dende', Kermit
- Faction: None
- Function : Chemical warfare
- Type: Transmetal II
- Affiliation: None
- Beast Mode: Dendrobates tinctorius, dyeing poison dart frog
- Sex: Male
- Age: 19 Stellar Cycles
- Height: 8ft
- Size: Medium
- Theme Song: "Butterfly" - Weezer
- Quote: "Umm.. No, see, uh, it's not you, er, see my skin is kind of um, it makes bots die. Sorry."
Appearance
Beast Mode
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poisonous tropical frog, yellow markings on top, black spotted blue markings on bottom, black in between. Skin is shiny, and metallic, but wet. "Whites" of eyes are black, as are pupils, but irises are a faint dark blue. 5ft long, 4ft tall.
Robot Mode
Build is somewhat similar to BM Cheetor, but built for jumping instead of running. Legs have same color and joint arrangement as beast mode (so two knees on each leg) and three toes. Abdomen is black and quite thin, but not incredibly so. Chest area is fairly bulky, has top of frog head displayed on front, with yellow regions forming a "V" on his chest and extending over the shoulders to the back. Area within "V" is indented a bit so as to form a bit of a collar around the neck. Arms are not especially bulky or thin, retain a similar look and coloration as in beast mode. Hands have two fingers and one thumb, all of which are very long and slender hand have small pads at their ends. Head is dark turqouise and very alienlike (like an xfiles cliche alien, or a namek), with a prominent rounded brow ridge and large beady eyes, again black besides the faint blue irises. Two breathing holes in place of nose, small mouth that can expand to almost comic proportions. Most of his skin is still the same wet metallic substance as in beast mode, and even the mechanical components (mainly around the joints) are covered in a thin, clear membrane of the stuff.
Personality
Dour, depressed, and cynical, but also honorable, and determined to fight a good cause when he finds one. A hermit (not by choice) that has just come back to civilization, he is wary of others and unsure of himself, but is eager to establish social contact. Very wary of physical contact, for obvious reasons (see Weapons), but is a Cybertronian teenager, with all of the hormonal urges that implies. Prefers dark, dank living environments, often gets along better with Predacon types than heroes, but has high ideals, and occaisionally finds himself spouting heroic nonsense. This conflict in tendencies is further heightened by the fact that he doesn't understand factional differences- "Maximal" and "Predacon" are pretty meaningless to him.
Specialties
- Survival: Rainforest
- Hand to Hand Combat- Chemical- His own unique style based on his abilities, designed to get poison into an opponent's system before they can do him any harm.
- Science: Chemistry/Biochemistry- His grasp of this subject is very intuituve and unscientific, making him more like an alchemist, but he is effective nonetheless.
- Predator/Prey- Has been on the run most of his life, and has lived most of his life depending on organic food (both plant and animal) for energy, so evading capture, hunting and gathering have been his primary occupations.
- Perception and Awareness- Though his senses are not particularly any more acute than anyone elses, his years of self reliance have trained him to use his beast mode senses to their fullest extent, so that he can practically smell danger.
Fighting Ability
Strength: 6 Speed: 8 Skill: 8 Discipline: 5 Stamina: 7 Intelligence: 7 Aim: 9 Firepower: 7 Luck: 6
Weaponry
- Poison compound- runs in mechfluid and covers all body surfaces. Among the most potent cybervenoms in existence. Other bots will get sick or slowed down when they come in contact with this, and will go into stasis lock within 5 cycles if it enters their intenal system without treatment. With this weapon comes the blessing of being immune to it and a host of other dangerous chemicals, but the curse of never being able to touch another being without harming them.
- Tongue- Beast mode only- extends twenty feet and retracts back within a quarter of a click. Used to grab things or tag enemies with poison.
- Energon blow darts- robot mode only- spit from mouth, these are small darts of raw energon laced with cyberpoison. Puncture most armours. Range: 100 yards rate of fire: 1 per 10 clicks (his system has to produce and prepare a new dart each time)
- Shortsword- Standard TF sword, cuts medium armors well. Used mainly to inflict minor wounds so he can get his poison into an enemy's internals, also a holdout weapon.
Equipment
Knives, small scanner, other crude survival tools. Will probably take over chem lab if he gets the chance.
Traits
- Jumping- can leap up to 100 feet in one bound
- Stickyness control- the thin layer of liquid that covers his body and contains his poison also contains compounds that make the surface either very sticky (so that he can cling to walls) or very slippery (so that projectiles, light energy shots, glancing blows from swords slip right off of him). Usually keeps his hands and feet sticky, rest slippery.
- TMII ability- Healing - Can heal bots on contact 15 times faster than a CR chamber, however currently this ability will only activate when he is under deep emotional stress, and feels a strong connection to the bot he is healing. At the moment, he has only used it once, ever, and has no idea how he did it. If he uses it more in the future he may be able to eventually train himself to use it on command. Note: on Predacon Base RPG the future is now!
History
Dendrite was created as the offspring of a Predacon fembot and a Maximal male who were deeply in love, but, for obvious reasons, not accepted by standard Cybertronian society. They were en route to a far off colony known for its tolerance, with their son still a protoform, when they were diverted to the Rock, as so many ill fated ships have been. Upon crash landing, they activated their advanced protoform spawn, and, taking the unexpected new home as a blessing in disguise, began to build a new life and raise their son to embody the best in both Maximal and Predacon traditions. A somewhat dificult task, as even the slightest touch from their son made them sick. They did their best, but in less than half a stellar cycle, the slavers of the Rock had discovered them. His father tried to hold them off, while he and his mother fled, but was soon taken. His mother, likewise, was mortally wounded by a stray missile. Dendrite ran back to her and held her in his arms, despite his poison touch- it didn't matter anymore, he just couldn't leave her to die alone.. but then an amazing thing happened. She began to shine with blue light, and her wounds disappeared before their optics. Dendrite was utterly confused, but happy.. but not for very long. The slavers caught up to them and took them into custody. Dendrite was able to escape on the transport back using his unique abilities, but could not save his parents- his mother insisted he at least save himself- and so he fled.
That was 18 stellar cycles ago. Though he has tried to keep tabs on the slavers' activity, Dendrite has had no opportunities to try and save his parents, and indeed does not even know if they're still alive. He survived until now by hiding out in the forests and foraging for organic food. After a few stellar cycles he got over his beast mode's herbivorous nature and started hunting for higher energy content game. Dendrite has several small huts and dens that he lives in spread over the forests of the Rock, and visits his family's original crash site religiously. He survived the solitude and depression mainly through grim determination and home brewed moonshine, the latter of which he isn't especially proud of.
Just recently, he finally spotted some Cybertronians not affiliated with the slavers, flying overhead, towards and away from the slavers' northern installation. He somehow got the impression that they were going to and from an attack. He followed their paths to a large ship crashed by the sea, and decided to say hello.
