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[wheeljackofalltrades]

OOC Information
NAME;RC
AGE; 23
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED; N/A

IC Information

CHARACTER NAME; Wheeljack
AGE; Cybertronians are a long-living species, being able to survive for thousands, even millions of years. Wheeljack's somewhere in between that. Although for this purpose, he's the Cybertronian equivalent of a man in his thirties.
CANON; Transformers: Prime
CANON POINT; Right after the episode “Triage”, where Wheeljack and Ratchet work together to put a virus into Laserbeak so they can get the rest of the Iacon database from the Nemesis. He's being taken right as he starts work on the Jackhammer (his ship).
FAMILY TYPES;
Dragon's Roar, Nature Spirits, Unknown

APPEARANCE;

When Wheeljack enters the Digiworld, he's going to get a human-styled makeover. He stands at about 5'10'' tall, with broad shoulders and a slightly stocky, muscular build. His face, for the most part, retains the same shape, except for the extra helm metal around his face obviously not being there. His hair is blonde and cropped in a slightly longer military haircut, and large eyebrows. Has a bit of stubble, and his nose has an almost broken look to it. It probably was busted and he just never got it properly fixed. He retains his lip scars from his robot form, two diagonally right at the left corner of his mouth. His jacket is a mix of white, black, and red, similar in pattern to his torso armor. On the back of his jacket are two little pieces of cloth that stick up and out, resembling miniature versions of his little extra 'wings' from his robot mode, which are gray, pointed, and have a green stripe along them. Underneath is an A-shirt tank top and dog tags hanging from his neck. Other than that, he wears ratty jeans and blac boots. A gold earring hangs from his ear, and wears fingerless gloves on his hands.

Aside from that, his eyes have rather noticable eyelashes, like so, which he retains because of his robot eye mark-up. His eyes are also a piercing blue, which glow in the dark.

PERSONALITY;

In a word? Efficient. In two? Loose Cannon. He really stands out when it comes to his Autobot brethren, from the way he operates on the field to how he reacts when off. Needless to say, Wheeljack is a bot who wants the job done, and knows how to do it. He’s pretty much your stereotypical action hero, one-liners included. When he’s not looking to save the day by shoving his dual blades into a Decepticon, he’s building things that might help accomplish that task even better. Being a Wrecker, he’s always act first, think later, and this line of thinking has been both a strong and a weak point for him. He's not exactly the cuddliest bot, so don't expect him to snuggle or be all up on touchy-feely stuff, but he always puts the people he cares about first when it comes to a serious situation, despite his hot-headed nature.

One of the more redeeming qualities of Wheeljack is that he doesn't go into details. In fact, Wheeljack is relatively simple in what he wants/needs. Back home, he's alive, he's got a group, and he can keep them alive. Those are his main goals. He thinks like a soldier, and living in the past just leads to what-ifs and people he couldn't save. He's not one to hold grudges, at least when it comes to his teammates, or people he likes. There's just too much hurt already to really add onto that. If you're evil and/or a jerk to him, he's going to hold that grudge, though. Sorry. It's nothing personal. ...Or maybe it is. Unfortunately, the downside of this is the same as the upside--he doesn't go into details. This causes a lot of rash decisions from him, and will often act on impulse. When his friend Bulkhead got hurt in a mission, on borderline deathbed, Wheeljack immediately went out for revenge to find the goon responsible, despite everyone saying he should focus on Bulkhead's recovery.

That isn't to say Wheeljack isn't intelligent. He knows the basics of engineering, as he was a mechanic on Cybertron. He'd never admit to being called an inventor, but he has tinkered with different kinds of explosives, as well as devising new ways to put some dents into Decepticons. To the point of even being a little too eager about it. Most of his explosives? Probably handmade. But that's not all he can make! As long as it has an engine, you've got his attention like you wouldn't believe. Those blue optics of his will light up at the sight of a new piece of engineering, and the questions won't stop until he's all in the know. So if you want to be friends, he's all up for talking mechanics, willing to put his input in whenever possible. In fact, this might be the only time you won't see him with a snarky remark or some hidden inside joke awaiting. The bot knows what he's talking about, and if he thinks something's going to explode, chances are...it probably will.

Wheeljack's relationship with the Autobots is...strained at best. Yes, he's aligned with Optimus Prime and his followers, but that doesn't mean he agrees with everything the old bot preaches. Autobots tend to lean towards peaceful negotiations (not that Decepticons ever accept those terms) and as little fighting as possible. Peace and diplomacy? That stuff's boring. Can't he just go slice up a Con's face while you guys handle the talking? This extreme difference in opinion makes for slight ripples in the Autobot teamwork, but rest assured, he would never side with anyone other than the Prime's forces. One of these days he'll learn that it's not so easy to just go after someone; at least that's what Optimus hopes...before it's too late. He's also a bit of a drifter, bouncing from rock to rock, so he doesn't tend to take staying in one place too well, which can put a strain on his Autobot comrades when they're so desperately short of soldiers as it is.

And then there's Wheeljack's sarcasm. Boy is it fun to deal with. Pretty much every other sentence of his is a one-liner of some sort. He cracks jokes whenever he feels the situation is too tense, which may or may not be deemed appropriate for the matter at hand. It's sort of a self defense mechanism, especially when he's in a strange environment, or as a way of chilling nerves on the battlefield. Not that they weren't steeled to start with.

Underneath all that scarcasm, however, is a bot who is pretty low in self esteem. When the war started, everyone took up arms to fight, as most do when their planet's future is in danger. Wheeljack joined the Wreckers, which were--in simple terms--the Black Ops. The suicide squad. They took missions that no one else would take, and a good percentage of the ones who joined in on missions did not come back. That says a lot about what was left back home for Wheeljack. You don't join a group like that if you have something back home for you. That being said, his self-esteem probably isn't the greatest, but it's masked under the veil of sarcasm and one liners. Good luck cracking that shell to get to it too.

Loyalty is everything to Wheeljack. The one guy he would follow no matter what is his his fellow Wrecker and best bud, Bulkhead. They've had quite a history together, battling Decepticons all over the galaxy, pounding their afts into mere sand. It's honestly the ultimate bromance, as they'll hug, chest bump, fist pound, you name it. Bulkhead is probably the only bot he'd ever be open with, letting down that wall of sarcasm and even possibly getting intimate. Don't get the wrong idea, though. While he's got a soft spot for the big lug, it's nothing cuddly. They're rough and tumble, and feelings just aren't his thing. There is the ever-rare remorse or sadness, but good luck cracking that egg. It's pretty solid.

If you're looking for someone who's going to comfort you when you're down, Wheeljack probably isn't the best guy to go to. He's been in the war, and he's seen some serious stuff. Probably done a lot worse too. He knows what it's like to experience loss, and no matter what you say, that it doesn't make the pain any less. He'll throw in a few condolences out of common courtesy, but don't expect him to actually sit down and talk about your problems. For one, as cold as it is, he's got better things to do. There's always the next thing that has to get done, and sitting around crying won't help anyone. Granted, if you manage to get closer to him...say, like a good friend, he'll be more inclined to listen, but he's definitely not in his comfort zone when it comes to dealing with feelings. It's got a lot to do with how he can barely handle his own feelings of loss and depression.

And that's just for other robots. Wheeljack is still new to the concept of humans. All he knows is they're something he has to make sure to protect from the Decepticons, because they're not only smaller, but lack a protective shell. He's never really spent much time with them, but at least knows they're intelligent enough to have a conversation with. He seems to find them pretty enjoyable for the most part, as long as they don't expect too much out of him. Who knows? He might even take to having a human to look after, if he found one that really appealed to him. Or if he just got really protective over. Still, he's a free spirit, so he's not quite ready to settle down with his own little squishy friend just yet. But anything can happen...

HISTORY;
Wheeljack on the Transformers Wiki*

*Most of his info is labeled under the 'Prime cartoon'. The other stuff I don't really count in his canon


SAMPLES

FIRST PERSON;

Dear Mun Post #1
Dear Mun Post #2
In-Game Post #1
In-Game Post #2
In-Game Post #3

THIRD PERSON;

Some bots just weren't morning people. Wheeljack was one of those people. The baby blue optics of the Wrecker slowly lifted a fraction, subconsciously realizing that his surroundings were different, before shutting again. Nope, he'd rather deal with this in a few hours, when he was good and ready. The stars even being present meant he wasn't inside the Jackhammer, and either he'd forgotten to use his berth (which was unlikely) or something had happened. Kidnapped, maybe? Probably not, he wasn't that deep of a sleeper.

Well, the sooner he figured things out the better, as he groggily sat up, eyes finally opening to full. The rocky terrain wasn't at all familiar, as his previous location was more forest-like, and this confused the mech. But that wasn't the only thing that was off. The star's alignments were different than the ones he'd gotten used to on his trip around Earth, and while he wasn't skilled in mapping the cosmos, he knew what did and didn't look familiar.

"Huh, wish I was at least given a little heads up before I was transported like this."

He slowly worked his way to his feet, taking a look around. Wait...this formation. He'd...He remembered this. His optics widened in near-shock as he took a step back, letting the environment sink in. This...This was Cybertron. Or very remeniscent of it. Some of these rock formations were just too similar to pass off as coincidence. But...Cybertron was dead. He'd watched the light flicker out of his homeworld, and to be back...it was definitely different. A little too different. Sure, there were likenesses, but there were also differences as well. And overall, it just confused him.

"So. Stranded in the middle of nowhere without the Jackhammer or any of my buddies. I welcome a good challenge."

He couldn't help but give a smirk to himself as one of his shoulders rolled, carefully pacing along the 'path' the barren landscape provided. If there was anyone out there, he'd be sure to find them. He was just lucky that he loved the sense of danger.