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TF OC: Degrate

Published: Nov 10, 2014

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Oh gosh, finally redid this guy ;_;
For those of you that don't know he's my car |D

bio is wip

anyways
updated story ~~finally~~
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Designation: Degrate

Faction: Ex-decepticon/exile/rogue/neutral

Alt: 2008 Pontiac Grand Prix

Gender:mech

Sexuality: bi

Sparkmate:NA
Age: (human terms) 38

Function: ex-deception sniper/field or airship tactic gunman.

Weapons: (limited supply since his deflection from faction)
-knives/dagger like blades he has acquired or made out of scrape metal
-broken rifle
-built in modified blaster (on right arm)

Quotes:
"Yeah..no."
"Get yer'self out of here less' you're wanting a quick trip out."
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"A shot to the head is the easiest solution...less' yer' me."

Personality: Degrate can be a bit of a narcissist or egotistical jerk at times, but it usually results in getting himself put in his place so it doesn't last long. The mech is someone you wouldn't want as a role model, usually deemed as 'unstable' as that is the easiest way to describe him. He has rather dark humor, and will often toy with those he seems fit to kill, but surprisingly he does have a serious side..probably the only thing that has kept him alive. Most of this he cannot help, as he truly does have a disorder with his processor, the result of an accident long ago leaving him hanging on the edge of insanity upon recovering, or at least what all he did recover of his previous self. Once he had been the prime example of a soldier, despite decepticon. He also had been relatively normal, and even so much as caring for the few he held close, but that was long ago. Now he is nothing short of a mental mess, more than once going off the deep end if provoked and set to kill anyone or thing until he injures himself to the point of passing out. Despite this, there has been some exceptions where he has found parts of his old self and even the ability to care again, even as far as to occasionally flirt with more than just danger, despite he doesn't have much to loose anymore.

History: Sparked on cybertron, degrate had grown up in a middle class society, his mother of velocitronian heritage while his father from cybertron. His family- or more so his father- had wealth, but the situation was complicated. The mech's father was head of a well off marketing corporation in the capital city before the war, he was very affluent, yet had no interest in his family, leaving degrate's mother to fend for herself and son where they lived in the outskirts of the city. The few times degrate saw his father, he knew he didn't like the mech...he was just bad, his morals were gone the more credits he made. Degrate didn't dwell on it though, and he was much to young to understand. Helping his mother as much as he could, the mech tried all he could do to make their life better as he loved his mother, and valued how hard she worked to keep them alive. As the mech grew older, he started to see the real truth of his family, especially as the war started to slowly start up. Soon, his mother had grown mentally and physically ill, having had gotten a rare disease and the treatment was far too much for them to afford. Unable to watch her slowly die and slip into insanity, degrate went to his father in desperation to at least spare enough to have her saved, but he had denied it. Enraged, the mech had gotten overwhelmed and without realizing it attacked the mech he hated to think was his father. Horrified at the result of watching his father killed by his own hands out of the blind rage he had felt, degrate ran, trying to get back to his mother, only to be caught by the officers on guard. Imprisoned, he had thought it was over, until the prison he was held in fell under siege of decepticon attack, that part of the city having had been bombed as the war had finally broke loose. Escaping along with the others lucky enough not to be caught in the destruction, the only thought on his mind was getting back to his mother..but when he returned he was devastated to see she was already gone, having had inflicted her own death out of the insanity finally having had taken over.

The mech was absolutely torn by this, leaving and not looking back as he wanted nothing more than to hurt anyone who had been even the slightest responsible for keeping him from getting back to her in time..which, he blamed the autobots. The mech felt only anger, he had nothing left to lose anymore so many of his decisions hadn't been the best. Managing to join the decepticons, it was rough at first. He held no proper training in fighting yet he quickly managed to adjust, excelling in the skills of a marksmanship as he found his place among the ranks. He had managed to find an outlet for his anger, bloodlust resolved with each mission he accepted..until everything changed..again. Having had been sent on another mission, it had been an ordinary almost routine job, though it was far away from any of the main war zones, on a small colonized planet far away which happened to hold an autobot outpost. The mission was simple: Terminate the target, and leave without being spotted. For the most part it had gone good, until he realized the autobots had intercepted the attack plans and set and ambush. Degrate had been shot close contact in the head, not fatal yet damaging to major parts of his processor. He had woken up days later, finding himself in the same place, though it was hard to remember why or where he was..let alone what happened. His systems managing to have repaired themselves to the point of stabilizing himself again, the mech was alive, but barely. Still unstable, and confused, he managed to wander for what seemed like days. Eventually collapsing from lack of energy and his wounds, he had been found by a neutral bounty hunter, who dragged his unconscious self on board his ship..keeping him contained until he could turn him in. Degrate didn't wake again until much later, finding himself in yet a new place, though had been repaired. The patchwork was rough, but he had been fixed to the point it wasn't dangerous anymore as the bounty hunter had done so, degrate having a price on his head for the decepticons and autobots..He was wanted online as he held valuable information for the con's such as weapon tactics and such And was wanted back. while the autobots wanted him for those reasons but he was also a war criminal, one of the many higher class soldiers that needed to be taken out.

Realizing he had been in containment on the ship for quite some time, it was rather a surprise when it landed..but on a planet he had never seen before. The bounty hunter, who he soon learned to hold the designation Fate having had stopped due to a malfunction in the ship, he had been forced to land on the organic based planet called earth. Degrate knew he was far to weak to escape, and didn't try, only starting to grow more and more deranged the longer he stayed locked up..the glitch in his processor from the blast wound making him see things and believe things not true. Everything then changed yet again when the ship was attacked where it sat, leaving a gaping hole in the cargo hold where the mech was held as he managed to escape amongst the fighting between the owner of the ship and an escaped war criminal who had managed to pinpoint their location and sprung to attack. Running as far away as he could, degrate had managed to keep under the radar from then on. Scanning a new altmode, as well as trying to keep himself under control, there being times where he will completely go off the deep end and end up doing something stupid to get himself hurt. When he is In a normal state of mind he keeps moving, stealing what he can to keep functioning while keeping himself hidden. Despite managing rather well, there are times where he makes no attempt to want to stay alive, which has gotten him into trouble many times whether be it humans or bots', usually resulting In him getting even more injuries. The mech goes where he wants, often in one place then another, usually keeping to himself or taunting those he runs into if he feels like it, though it is hard to gauge what he'll do next.

Degrate (c)ForgottenHope547

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Rokkudaunn

Jun 15, 2016

awesome guy