Post by GrimalKins on Aug 17, 2009 22:47:26 GMT -5
Name: First Aid
Fandom: Transformers G1
Picture: images1.wikia.nocookie.net/transformers/images/thumb/7/7c/G1_FirstAid_TFUprofile.jpg/250px-G1_FirstAid_TFUprofile.jpg
Actually, this is what he looks like in the comics, but there aren't any decent pictures of him from the show.
Brief History [Don‘t copy from a source]: He was created on Earth, by Wheeljack, with the rest of the Protectobots, so he’s extremely young by Transformers standards. The Protectobots are a gestalt team and turn into Defensor; First Aid is the left arm.
For a while, the Protectobots resided in their own base in a nearby city, rather than the Ark, but a few decades down the line, after Ratchet’s untimely demise, he moved into Autobot City and took over as CMO.
At some point, Metroplex’s transformation cog was stolen by Swindle, and First aid—emo at not having been able to prevent it—resigned from the Autobots until his brothers coaxed him back to modify the stolen Trypticon cog to work for Metroplex.
A while later, a human girl was injured in a Transformers related accident and First Aid made it so she could walk again, but her family was still sorely displeased with Transformers as a whole, due to Fantastic Racism.
Personality [Don‘t copy from a source]: He’s generally shy and not very talkative, and usually soft spoken. He’s critical of himself much of the time. He’s unendingly patient with nearly everyone. He’s pretty socially awkward. As well, he’s a pacifist. Violence is abhorrent to him, and as far as he’s concerned his job is to take away pain, not cause it. He’ll only use a weapon to defend a patient. He’s very compassionate, and an Autobot, a Decepticon, a human, or a broken toaster would all get the same amount of sympathy from him.
Roleplaying Sample:
Things had been quiet for a while, so of course it couldn’t last for a few more days. The battle had come out of nowhere, but at the very least it had been short. As per usual, the Decepticons had retreated as soon as their plan started to fall apart.
First Aid had just finished helping Ratchet load up Beachcomber to be taken back to the Ark, when something caught his attention.
There was Ravage, back legs mangled and trying to haul himself across the ground, off to the side and hidden by debris. Soundwave and his other cassettes were nowhere to be seen.
First Aid looked around warily to make sure the coast was clear. Maybe he could have gotten away with it in front of his brothers, but anyone else would be…sorely displeased with him.
Satisfied that it was safe, he cautiously approached Ravage.
“Easy there,” he said softly, hands out to show he was unarmed, when the cassette snarled and lashed out at him with one of his front paws.
“I’m here to help.”
First Aid knelt next to Ravage and pulled his toolkit from subspace. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you,” he assured, and the growling grudgingly ceased.
‘Aid?’
The unexpected comm. from Hot Spot almost made First Aid jump, but he replied.
‘Yeah?’
‘Where are you?’
‘Just…cleaning up a bit of a mess.’
Hot Spot was displeased. First Aid could practically feel it through the gestalt bond, but he couldn’t just leave Ravage here.
“Alright. Just stay still,” he gently instructed, and then he got to work.
Fandom: Transformers G1
Picture: images1.wikia.nocookie.net/transformers/images/thumb/7/7c/G1_FirstAid_TFUprofile.jpg/250px-G1_FirstAid_TFUprofile.jpg
Actually, this is what he looks like in the comics, but there aren't any decent pictures of him from the show.
Brief History [Don‘t copy from a source]: He was created on Earth, by Wheeljack, with the rest of the Protectobots, so he’s extremely young by Transformers standards. The Protectobots are a gestalt team and turn into Defensor; First Aid is the left arm.
For a while, the Protectobots resided in their own base in a nearby city, rather than the Ark, but a few decades down the line, after Ratchet’s untimely demise, he moved into Autobot City and took over as CMO.
At some point, Metroplex’s transformation cog was stolen by Swindle, and First aid—emo at not having been able to prevent it—resigned from the Autobots until his brothers coaxed him back to modify the stolen Trypticon cog to work for Metroplex.
A while later, a human girl was injured in a Transformers related accident and First Aid made it so she could walk again, but her family was still sorely displeased with Transformers as a whole, due to Fantastic Racism.
Personality [Don‘t copy from a source]: He’s generally shy and not very talkative, and usually soft spoken. He’s critical of himself much of the time. He’s unendingly patient with nearly everyone. He’s pretty socially awkward. As well, he’s a pacifist. Violence is abhorrent to him, and as far as he’s concerned his job is to take away pain, not cause it. He’ll only use a weapon to defend a patient. He’s very compassionate, and an Autobot, a Decepticon, a human, or a broken toaster would all get the same amount of sympathy from him.
Roleplaying Sample:
Things had been quiet for a while, so of course it couldn’t last for a few more days. The battle had come out of nowhere, but at the very least it had been short. As per usual, the Decepticons had retreated as soon as their plan started to fall apart.
First Aid had just finished helping Ratchet load up Beachcomber to be taken back to the Ark, when something caught his attention.
There was Ravage, back legs mangled and trying to haul himself across the ground, off to the side and hidden by debris. Soundwave and his other cassettes were nowhere to be seen.
First Aid looked around warily to make sure the coast was clear. Maybe he could have gotten away with it in front of his brothers, but anyone else would be…sorely displeased with him.
Satisfied that it was safe, he cautiously approached Ravage.
“Easy there,” he said softly, hands out to show he was unarmed, when the cassette snarled and lashed out at him with one of his front paws.
“I’m here to help.”
First Aid knelt next to Ravage and pulled his toolkit from subspace. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you,” he assured, and the growling grudgingly ceased.
‘Aid?’
The unexpected comm. from Hot Spot almost made First Aid jump, but he replied.
‘Yeah?’
‘Where are you?’
‘Just…cleaning up a bit of a mess.’
Hot Spot was displeased. First Aid could practically feel it through the gestalt bond, but he couldn’t just leave Ravage here.
“Alright. Just stay still,” he gently instructed, and then he got to work.