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OOC INFO
Name: akisawana
Contact: plurk.com/akisawana
Other characters played here: Omega Ai
Age: 30
IC INFO
Name: Thundercracker
Native, OU, or AU: Native
Canon (if applicable): IDW Transformers (AU character)
Character journal used:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shipitsupersonic
Reference (if applicable): Thundercracker at tfwiki.net
Canon point (if applicable): N/A
Personality: (Examples taken from comic canon.) Thundercracker is a warrior first. Not a soldier, not a fighter, but a warrior of the sky. He holds certain ideas about honor and fair play and loyalty. His morals are easily compromised, however, when one is in direct opposition to another. His loyalty held him to the Decepticon cause long after he found their tactics dirty and unfair. But his honor could not bring him to allow humans, a species so inferior, to be wiped out in the conflict between Autobots and Decepticons, and so he saved New York City from a nuclear bomb. For this betrayal he was shot in the face by his brother-in-arms and left for dead.
Thundercracker is very difficult to kill. He survived, but his wounds meant he spent many years hiding among humans. He constructed himself a man-cave full of televisions and watched them as he recovered. The quickly-changing human society, contrasted with Cybertron’s millennia-long civil war and stagnation, fascinated him, and he brooded over this for a very long time.
Thundercracker is a brooder, and considers his actions before he commits. Megatron once promised justice from an oppressive regime, and that is what Thundercracker signed up for. Now that he believes the Decepticons have strayed too far from their roots, he refuses to rejoin them. He will provide limited aid to them, or to Autobots, or to humans, in the name of protecting Earth.
The years of solitude were not by choice, and several people have commented on Thundercracker's need for companionship. He has always been part of a team, and leaving him alone was explicitly a punishment.
Thundercracker also writes really bad fanfiction.
Back story: (A somewhat AU version of the IDW comics.)
Thundercracker and his two friends Starscream and Skywarp flew into Vos after their tour of duty in the Air Force. Facing difficulty adjusting to civilian life, mostly because they’re jackalopes, they fell in with a gang lead by a charismatic Megatron. Starscream rose to second in command and his trusted friends rode his coattails all the way to the highest ranks. Soon involved in open warfare with the local government, Thundercracker found many of the things done left a bad taste in his mouth. The breaking point was when Megatron planned an explosion that would have resulted in massive civilian casualties. Thundercracker sabotaged the bomb beyond repair, but for this crime he was beaten by Skywarp and left for dead.
After he recovered, Thundercracker stole a Pelican and flew it to Blood Gulch, as far away from Vos as he could get. He sold the ship and has been living on the proceeds since. He does not talk about his past if he can help it, nor does he share his real name.
His money is running low and soon he will need to find a job. Until then, he spends too many nights in the Eagle and Asp, watching the people from the blue side.
Sample:
The weird eyeball club is back. More of them than he’s ever seen together before, though he recognizes all of them by sight. They’ve taken over a table rather than sit at the bar, except the club’s lone woman. He wonders what they’re there for.
They’re brothers, or friends close enough to be called that. Thundercracker can see it well enough. In the way the first one there saves the table and another one brings back three drinks when only two of them have arrived. In the way they lean into each other, talking even though the bar is full of people. It’s in the way they smile.
Thundercracker had friends like that once. And it’s not the shoot-outs he misses, the missions, the absolute trust that they’d keep him alive. It’s not even the dirty motel room where he waited for his orders, waited to be taken care of. It’s the nights on the roof drinking straight out of the bottle and arguing in the bookstore. Making fun of terrible television shows and speculating about who was knocking boots with whom. Thundercracker had cared about them, more than money or life or flying itself. He would have done anything for them, almost.
But if they had cared as much about him, they’d never asked him to do that in the first place.
Name: akisawana
Contact: plurk.com/akisawana
Other characters played here: Omega Ai
Age: 30
IC INFO
Name: Thundercracker
Native, OU, or AU: Native
Canon (if applicable): IDW Transformers (AU character)
Character journal used:
shipitsupersonicReference (if applicable): Thundercracker at tfwiki.net
Canon point (if applicable): N/A
Personality: (Examples taken from comic canon.) Thundercracker is a warrior first. Not a soldier, not a fighter, but a warrior of the sky. He holds certain ideas about honor and fair play and loyalty. His morals are easily compromised, however, when one is in direct opposition to another. His loyalty held him to the Decepticon cause long after he found their tactics dirty and unfair. But his honor could not bring him to allow humans, a species so inferior, to be wiped out in the conflict between Autobots and Decepticons, and so he saved New York City from a nuclear bomb. For this betrayal he was shot in the face by his brother-in-arms and left for dead.
Thundercracker is very difficult to kill. He survived, but his wounds meant he spent many years hiding among humans. He constructed himself a man-cave full of televisions and watched them as he recovered. The quickly-changing human society, contrasted with Cybertron’s millennia-long civil war and stagnation, fascinated him, and he brooded over this for a very long time.
Thundercracker is a brooder, and considers his actions before he commits. Megatron once promised justice from an oppressive regime, and that is what Thundercracker signed up for. Now that he believes the Decepticons have strayed too far from their roots, he refuses to rejoin them. He will provide limited aid to them, or to Autobots, or to humans, in the name of protecting Earth.
The years of solitude were not by choice, and several people have commented on Thundercracker's need for companionship. He has always been part of a team, and leaving him alone was explicitly a punishment.
Thundercracker also writes really bad fanfiction.
Back story: (A somewhat AU version of the IDW comics.)
Thundercracker and his two friends Starscream and Skywarp flew into Vos after their tour of duty in the Air Force. Facing difficulty adjusting to civilian life, mostly because they’re jackalopes, they fell in with a gang lead by a charismatic Megatron. Starscream rose to second in command and his trusted friends rode his coattails all the way to the highest ranks. Soon involved in open warfare with the local government, Thundercracker found many of the things done left a bad taste in his mouth. The breaking point was when Megatron planned an explosion that would have resulted in massive civilian casualties. Thundercracker sabotaged the bomb beyond repair, but for this crime he was beaten by Skywarp and left for dead.
After he recovered, Thundercracker stole a Pelican and flew it to Blood Gulch, as far away from Vos as he could get. He sold the ship and has been living on the proceeds since. He does not talk about his past if he can help it, nor does he share his real name.
His money is running low and soon he will need to find a job. Until then, he spends too many nights in the Eagle and Asp, watching the people from the blue side.
Sample:
The weird eyeball club is back. More of them than he’s ever seen together before, though he recognizes all of them by sight. They’ve taken over a table rather than sit at the bar, except the club’s lone woman. He wonders what they’re there for.
They’re brothers, or friends close enough to be called that. Thundercracker can see it well enough. In the way the first one there saves the table and another one brings back three drinks when only two of them have arrived. In the way they lean into each other, talking even though the bar is full of people. It’s in the way they smile.
Thundercracker had friends like that once. And it’s not the shoot-outs he misses, the missions, the absolute trust that they’d keep him alive. It’s not even the dirty motel room where he waited for his orders, waited to be taken care of. It’s the nights on the roof drinking straight out of the bottle and arguing in the bookstore. Making fun of terrible television shows and speculating about who was knocking boots with whom. Thundercracker had cared about them, more than money or life or flying itself. He would have done anything for them, almost.
But if they had cared as much about him, they’d never asked him to do that in the first place.