Ravon
From Axalon RPG
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Basic Info
- Created By: Chi Psi Upsilon
- Played By: Tarantulas
- Boards Active: Predacon Base RPG (NPC)
- Aliases: Black, Novar
- Faction: Predacon
- Primary Function: Long Range Combatant
- Secondary Function: Stealth Scout
- Type: Transmetal
- Beast Mode: Raven
- Alt Mode: Stealth Bomber
- Gender: Male
- Size: Medium, 7ft
- Theme Song: AC/DC - Back In Black (placeholder for now)
- Quote: “...can't win, can't break even...can't even quit the game.”
Physical Description
Beast Mode
Raven. His beast mode is still that of an oversized raven. There seems to be not a lot of change overall to his beast mode body. The only alterations seems to be that instead of a feathery dull black raven, Ravon now seems to be a shiny, metallic black raven. It is as if he is a black metal statue, except he can move and fly.
Secondary Mode
Stealth bomber. The color of his body changes from a shiny, reflective black to a dull black that seems to absorb all light, reflecting nothing. His wings no longer flap, but now are straight, and slanted backwards. His head remains mostly the same, but now his eyes seem to fade away. His tail feathers slide away, and are replaced with jets. His talons are gone inside a compartment in his body. There is another compartment, which opens up and drops EMP bombs.
Robot Mode
Black on black. Just about the only thing not black about Ravon are his teeth. Even his optics are dark and empty, like thick oil. The wings on either shoulder are large, flat affairs. It looks as if they are solid sheets of black metal, engraved with interlocking small plates of feather shaped metals. When not using them, they fold up and drapes over his shoulders and back like a cloak. His torso and head seemed to be formed of the same non-reflective black metal as his wings. His face extends from the lower beak of his beast mode bird head, which is still retained and now serves as a helmet of some manner. His shoulders are usually kept from view as his wings are draped over them, but when his wings are open, one can still clearly see the scar on his left shoulder. His arms are a duller charcoal, almost-gray material, with black gauntlets at the end. His fingers are raven talons, with polished knuckles. His legs are made of the same metal as his wings, with artistic patterns around the knees, spiral patterns that mark his past associations. Anyone with sufficient travel under their belt would recognize them as space pirate insignias; specifically, an offshoot of the Double Helix.
He makes consistent use of the antigrav generators in his lower back. He never touches the ground if he can help it, always floating a good foot or so above it. His energy rifle sits on a magnetic holster at his hip, or else in a subspace pocket accessed at the same node. He speaks in a quiet, hollow voice, which manages to be effortlessly ironic. His sentences tend to fade in...and out of hearing, or trail off...most likely purely for effect, although it may also be a minor glitch.
Statistics
- Strength: 6
- Stamina: 6
- Speed: 8
- Skill: 9
- Aim: 9
- Firepower: 9
- Intelligence: 7
- Discipline: 5
- Luck: 4
Total: 63
Specialties
- Firearms
- Automatic Weapons
- Marksmanship
- Flight
- Piloting
- Gravity Training
- Stealth
- Technical: Weapons
Personality
The Spectator. His quiet observant nature masks a ruthless perfectionism, although he doesn’t seem to expect very much from his colleagues. Using his well-trained abilities of stealth, he often hides in the shadows, carefully watching every move that everyone makes, studying each and every detail. He does so to gain knowledge of the abilities of his enemies and "allies" alike, as he believe with knowledge, comes power. Ravon is very interested in the constant acquisition if not direct exercise of power, if simply so that it does not fall into the hands of anyone less trustworthy than he is. As Ravon is not actually very trustworthy at all, it is more likely motivated purely by over-active self-preservation circuits or spite. Not only is he untrustworthy, he doesn't trust anyone else if he can avoid it. In Ravon's world, you should never need to rely on anyone but yourself.
Never overly social, he keeps to himself most of the time, not speaking to other unless he needs to, for he fears that excess talking may lead to him accidentally let something slip. That is, when he isn't fighting. When in battle, he can not resist making an occasional taunt or five. When on a mission, he habitually 'knocks' his teammates to see how much they can stand. It builds discipline, he says, but really it just amuses him and helps keep him sane. Most of the time, he is prone to standing on the sidelines and making snide commentary for his personal entertainment, but the ones who can take it, or better, enjoy it for what it is, are the ones he grudgingly respects.
A dyed-in-the-wool cynic, Ravon hates having to rely on anyone, almost as much as he hates others relying on him. He views others as fodder, diversions or wholly separate entities with no bearing on himself. The latter he actually has some respect for, the true independents, those who can take care of himselves, but only in the sense that they stay out of his way, and he stays out of theirs. In temperament, he's not suited to be a guard of anyone. He does his job, professionally, and then he gets paid. He doesn't brood, and in fact he dislikes being left alone with his thoughts. He actually prefers to be around others--just not among them. Background noise, having something to keep him busy, are vital to his internal balance or 'chi', as Mandate would say.
Ravon actually believes the Predacon 'Code' is a total load, but he also believes it's a necessary evil in a world like this.
Armament
- Smoke Grenades - Distraction item, hot flash, no damage apart from superficial charring.
- Razor Feathers - High RoF, long range, low damage; wide arc of knife-like feathers fired from wings.
- Wingtip Machineguns - High RoF, medium range, medium power.
- Energy Rifle - Medium RoF, long range, high accuracy; settings for ‘stun’ and ‘maim’. It looks like so- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pancor_Jackhammer
History
Ravon is an ex-space pirate. He used to be part of a large and powerful pirate operation, and while he enjoyed his work with the group, Ravon didn't like his position in it. He wanted to be the one calling the shots, and, believing the leader Isthill to be weak and frail devised a plan to take control of the organization. The assassination attempt failed, however, as Isthill proved tougher than Ravon had calculated, and the would-be pirate leader barely escaped in one piece. Isthill pursued him, refusing to rest until he had the traitor's head on a spike; pursued by his former allies and their extensive network of contacts and flunkies in the Cybertronian underworld, Ravon decided a change of scene would be in order.
Using stolen codes and an energy-masking device to impersonate a Maximal, Ravon signed on with the Argos mission in the hopes of getting as far from his enemies as was possible. He even volunteered to enter a stasis pod, as the stasis hold was the most secure part of the ship, the last place Isthill's people would think to look for him, and the best way to avoid rousing suspicion about Ravon's distinctly un-Maximal attitudes. Ravon's stasis pod was one of those ejected from the Argos during the battle, and it survived the trip to crash-land on the Rock.
Noted Quotes: "...judge me if you will, but I’ll be damned if I explain myself to anyone."
== See the entry Kismet Krew for old bio.
