Height: 35ft at head height, 45 with shoulders and 8ft 3 in tank mode
Weight: 53 metric tons or 106,925lbs
Age: 1 million-4 million
Mental Age (In Earth Terms): 45-50
Gender: mech
Sexuality: bi/demi (prefers mechs, very picky)
Spark color: yellow
Sparkmate: none
Allegiance: Decepticon
Function: Leader/Commander/tyrant
Alternate Mode: H-shaped Cybertronic tank.
Weapons: back mounted fusion cannon, hidden blades, extendable horns, twin guns (on his turret), dark star saber and requiem blaster (occasionally), minicon weapons (when equipped)
Skill: A majority of Armada's skills are combat focused. His life revolves around battle, so his mind is almost always thinking of new strategies and ways to torment his enemies, he is able to change this plans on a whim or Improvise on the spot if he needs to which can make him dangerous. Whats even worse is that the tyrants fighting style is almost entirely self taught, so it can be very hard to predict and counter. During battles, he rarely thinks ahead and relies primarily on his strenth to win, but don't underestimate his attack, he hits hard and makes sure his apponents feel pain.
Aside from battling, armada also has some Limited medical knowledge. It's not the best due to being self taught, but what he knows does the job, he learned how to deal with Injuries because he's had to fix his own after battle with little to no assistance. Aside fron that, he does have extended biological knowledge that came from tearing apart and cannibalizing other bots. He used this knowledge to perform horrendous experiments on minicons. Since their anatomy is somewhat similar to regular cybertronlan anatomy, armada knows how to dismantle and completely rewire the minicons tiny bodies for power linking.
Personality: Armada is a battle hardened Mech who has Learned the art of Deception. His cold, cruel and psychopathic deneanor is often hidden behind a veil of finesse, formality, politeness and sophistication. He is not afraid to kill or dish out harsh punishments, even infront of others. Armada learned to grow up fast in harsh conditions and has a very hard time trusting others. If you do manage to gain his trust, he will take hits in battle for you and will perform occasional acts of service.
Stats:
robot Speed: 4/10
vehicle speed: 6/10
Hand-to-Hand Combat: 8/10
Long-Range Combat: 6/10
Strategy/Tactics: 8/10
Medical & Science: 6/10 med, 5/10 science
Tech & Engineering: 6/10 Tech 7/10 Eng
Stealth: 4/10
Quirks and habits: armada often pops small chunks of metals, ores and occasionally bones in his mouth and will chew on them similar to gum. He also chews on his lower lip or other objects when stressed or bored
Backround:
He was sent to another timeline by a space bridge malfunction when he was younger. His memories were erased during the process and he woke up on a different cybertron believing that he was originally from that timeline. He knew nothing of this universe and was soon considered an outcast amongst the other bots since nobody had ever seen him before and he didnt exist in the records. Nobody trusted him and he was treated poorly within the major cities being frequently pushed around, beaten and even battered until he was on the brink of death.
he didn't belong here, that was obvious... so he stormed out of the city with a malace and taught himself how to fight and fix his injuries. One day he met a group of bots and ended up gaining their respect by defeating them in combat, becoming their leader. With them at his command and all his might, he would bring their group many victories and gain a vast reputation that quickly spread across the land. As the years went by he became progressively more ruthless, more vicious and gained an Intense hunger for power and control.
A few thousand years passed and he'd eventually stumble apoun a group of smaller bots called minicons. He took the smaller bots hostage and after learning that they had incredible power inside their tiny bodies, he began torturing, brainwashing and even rearranging their construction just to get some sort of result. He wanted their power for himself and after many failures, he would finally achieve a successful power Link and go on the offensive. The more he used the minicons power, the more he becane addicted to it and it wasnt long before he began doing multi-linkups
Once his decepticon soldiers had their own minicons, he began preparing for a full scale assault on the city. They would attack and succeed, quickly sending the autobot forces running. the city now belonged to the decepticons and it would become their primary stronghold. From there, he would spread his rule throughout the planet
The heavy footsteps of a young tyrant echoed throughout the halls of a newly remodeled decepticon base as their leader, Armada, wandered through it. He was still getting familiar with the layout of their new headquarters since it was much different than the original one. Their new headquarters was a large tower that overlooked the city and compared to their old base, it was considered a major upgrade. However, such an improvement would have to be gotten used to. Armada didn't want to admit it, but he was currently lost...
Armada continued to wander aimlessly through the base until he reached a room he hadn't seen before. he'd enter it out of curiosity and as the door slid open he'd be met with a sudden breeze of warm air that quickly went away as soon as it was felt. He'd look inside the room and he'd find a row of rectangular spaces filled with energon, heated energon. He'd step into the room and the door closed behind him, he realized he was alone here so maybe he could have a rare moment to himself and relax.
Living in the streets, he didn't have such a luxury. Even his old base didn't have rooms this nice, so a heated energon bath was somewhat new to him. He'd approach one of the larger rectangular spaces made for bigger bots and he'd remove his gun from his back and set it off to the side before dipping his pointed toes into it, feeling the warmth. It felt oddly comforting to him so he sat on the edge of the bath before fully getting in, allowing the warm energon to surround his frame. It only took a few moments before the tyrants stiff body began to instinctively relax apoun contact with the heat, it was the first time in a long time that he didn't feel so tense.
As he became more comfortable with the bath, he'd straighten out his large legs and he'd lean back, scooting down some so that only his head and tall shoulders were visible above the surface. The warmth felt so good against his frame, it was a new and foreign yet comforting feeling that he had never really experienced before. It enveloped his body and he'd accept it's warm embrace as his optics began to dim and his thoughts began to wander off.
While taking a city was a small start, atleast he and his decepticons had a proper place to live now instead of an old, filthy and infested dump. This city would be their primary stronghold, a place where they could fall back on, depend on and defend if they failed in future conquest. It would serve to be the very epicenter of his new empire. From now on this place was decepticon property and he would make sure it stayed that way.
As time went by he found himself nodding off and soon falling asleep by accident. He took a small power nap but it didn't last long, he'd awaken and realize what he'd done. He'd growl to himself, being fairly reluctant to leave the warm bath at first, yet he had to. Even though the headquarters was finished, here was still plenty of work that needed to be done and overseen.
Armada got out of the hot energon bath with a sigh and dried his armor off, allowing any excess energon to absorb into his armor. Once his armor was dry he'd pick up his gun and place it into its dedicated slot on his back before leaving the room, heading to another part of the base to oversee the decepticons work and to maybe get some directions as well.
