Chainsmoker

Name: Chainsmoker

Alias: Chimney

Age: Human-equivalent range -- 38-43

Gender: Female

Alignment: Once affiliated as Decepticon, Chainsmoker is now considered a neutral with too much understanding of one side and not nearly enough of the other.

Class: Leader 

PERSONALITY

- Nature of the Beast: Overall, Chainsmoker appears to be laid back most of the time. You wouldn't ever guess her to be sadistic or malevolent as her more volatile thoughts tend to lay dormant and unspoken. She will often amuse herself with poker-faced sarcasm or hidden commentary that is joking in nature. In a fight, many think her lazy. These days she tends to either try to take a different route or she may simply choose to end the fight as quickly as possible, which could very well end in death on the opponent's part. Honestly, she'd rather enjoy her smoke and drink in the scenery than play cat and mouse with you. She chooses to see and think before coming to decisions. The smallest decisions can create the biggest outcome and it is often best to not regret the cause and effect of what you decided.

- Violence is the Answer: Some of the worst carnage witnessed has been produced at the hands of this vampiress. Chainsmoker was the femme in The Great War who would rip out your throat and reach inside for your Spark. She'd be taking extra measures to make sure you survived until the very end. All you would be able to do is gargle as she explored your chest cavity with her sharp finger tips. Afterward, she would drag her Energon covered hand along the wall, thinking of the little Scouts that have to come through here eventualy. She would write, "thanks for the feast," above the bodies of those she'd killed and tortured in a number of creative ways. Most of it was an impulsive need for blood and violence. She would purposely starve herself of her addiction in order to make herself far more fearsome in combat and to leave a message for the Autobots that they would not forget.

- Belief & Politics Go Hand in Hand: From what she's witnessed of the Decepticons, aside from betrayal, their cause has been steered far from their original goal. Megatron just wants one big City of Kaon where he is king of all suffering and brutality that he shall unleash upon the universe. What he preached no longer appears to have the goals in mind that she wished to achieve. Knowing little of how much the Autobots have truly changed, Chainsmoker still views them as the same snobs that enslaved and killed on Cybertron. She would never go back to that, never. She wants to see Cybertron without slavery and without cruelty. A place of brotherhood and peace. If she needs to kick the bees nest and turn both side unto one another, that is exactly what she's going to do until the majority of them all die.

- Fear Not: Loyalty is a big thing to Chimney. If she can trust you and your cause is just in her mind, she will aid you. She does not see herself as a follower, but the exact opposite. Chainsmoker will run straight to her death to protect those she is loyal to. Even when she knows that this means the end, she will do it for you. It is for her loved ones, though she will never admit to having loved anything or anyone without being pried first. 

In the face of fear and death itself, she will mock. If you're going to die you might as well go down feeling like a God with no rules or chains bound to you.

- Respect: While she trolls enemies from afar and chooses to silently mock those who think they're bigger and badder, she gives respect where respect is due. Of course, both respect and trust alike are earned rather than given in near any situation. Those in the medical field are almost always granted respect by Chainsmoker. She will not harm an enemy medic unless he is somehow involving himself in the fight. As long as they do not lose the large amount of respect they have to deal with right off the bat, they will almost never have any problems with this femme.

- Stereotype: The stereotype of the blood sucking, romantic vampire is replaced by this femme here. If you could describe her with a better oxymoron, it would be of her having brutish class. She honestly finds most repulsive when it comes to the thought of feeding on them. Without being enraged of lacking a fix for her craving is the only time she would want to feed on anyone. Outside of that, she finds it incredibly annoying that others would beg her not to harm them on sight.





Weaponry:

- The Cold Truth: Chainsmoker uses something passed down in the family that consists of cold weaponry and filtration systems. The chemical compounds are not found on Earth, but Earthen chemical compound may be able to reproduce a weaker and more volatile form of it. The closest chemical substance out of the mixture itself that meets Earth's periodic table standards would Ammonium Nitrate. This system in her body serves many purposes from a canon that allows her to freeze parts of her opponents in order to break them apart with physical strikes to putting herself into a cryo-induced stasis, with enough energy in her body leftover, that is. 

The Cryo-induced stasis is much like a comatose hibernation. The body will be surviving off of its reserves until either it dies or until the area is disturbed. If not in a contained compartment, the individual would defrost sequence would begin its process on its own. In sealed containment however, the chemical could be given the time to exit the body and freeze a small chamber outside it. This depends on the mass of the individual and the enclosed space along with how long that space goes untouched.

So what keeps the individual's parts from freezing and killing them in their sleep? There is a insulation system within them that is keeping the important goods from being touched. Of course, it takes work to keep those heated just barely enough to continue work, so it's also burning energy that is going to eventually run out. There is also a system of ducts and vents that allow escape for the cold. Chainsmoker herself has them built into the side of her chassis and hear tear ducts, which is why her optics appear to have a constant red vapor [colored by the light of her optics] lingering off of them. An option port when be through the vocal mechanics. Much like the leaf-like flap that opens when inhaling and closes when swallowing, so to keep substances from entering the trachea, a similar structure can open and close to release a burst of pressurized vapor. She has abused hers with smoking and finds that the mechanics of it often fight her.

- Cannon: It has two settings that consist of your basic machine gun and then its true purpose, a Freeze Cannon. The cold compound chemical system fires bursts at enemies that first consist of balls, but disperse the further away it gets. The closer the target, the more likely a part of them, or if small enough, them as a whole is to freeze solid. 

- Chainsaw swords: They're built into the top of both arms. At all times, you can see the razor blades if you're at the right angle. The blade unfolds and locks forward into place, becoming an eight foot four inch sword. Only part of the chemical compound to produce a freeze effect with energon is used in the chainsaw, and in the chainsaws, this creates friction and heat. It is her best weapon of merciless destruction when a part of you has already been frozen. Like a hot knife painfully forcing it's way through frozen butter. Against a thawed opponent, it would be the same as a rotating knife grinding through room temperature butter.

Strengths: 

- Senses: Chimney is granted with impressive taste, smell, sight and hearing, not so much touch. Touch has remained on neutral ground. Her taste and smell could match that of a feline and her optics easily bend at the will of light. She's granted night vision when it becomes dark and isn't bothered by the adjustments most are during the hours of twilight. As for her hearing, that is the greatest of all her senses. The greatest her cravings become, the more intense her senses become, especially hearing. When in the mood to hunt, she can hear the stress of a Spark within a fearful frame. If one were to remain completely calm and at peace, she may not know that they're there. 

- Insulation: What's important on the inside is well insulated, mainly against her own cold core. Luckily, it works just as well in the great outdoors of the frozen tundra. She would still eventually end up in stasis in a place like Antarctica, but she is also guaranteed to last far longer than your average Cybertronian in its chilling clutches.

- The Qualities: It is best for no one to know what she hides. What is best for her means nothing when it is her comrades that are in need. Chainsmoker will always be ready to sacrifice herself at whatever cost it takes to promote the mission and get her team out of harm's way. When she sees someone in need of help, she will watch first to see if they can learn from it and conquer and then enter as she is needed. She appears distant at times, but she is also closer than you think. Even in silence, when getting to know Chainsmoker, you will feel closer than ever to someone with a silent promise to always have your back. She possesses understanding of individual behavior and can produce a speech. Whether that speech says they may not survive this fight today or that they are doing this so they can live to fight another day, her words can be uplifting and comforting to her trio. These words were only ever offered to those she trained and those she led into combat. Her speeches brought the spirits of the tired and weary to the skies and the followed her into combat. A leader that will ride into combat with you and take the brunt of the force. 


Weaknesses:

- Lack of Trust: The only Con she could ever count on was Windstorm. Windstorm at least proved that it is possible. The times you share, the burdens you bear together, the hardships you endure. Still, her brothers in arms turned on her like she was just another Autobot Wrecker. Of course, what she'd seen in the mines, in Kaon and within the ranks of the Decepticon nation.. why should she be so surprised? She wants to give others her trust and companionship, but she knows it will lead only to her undoing. 

- Sensitive Audio Receptors: With good hearing comes to burden of having to hear a lot of pain-inducing, high pitched tones that others cannot. Some frequencies are enough to make her dizzy and unable to think comprehensible thought. 

- Cravings: When she has gone too long without feeding her addiction, she doesn't experience just the useless headache, fatigue and irritability nature... she becomes hungry. Teh fatigue will eventually turn into volatile strength produced from aggression and the desire for messy carnage. Against someone who matters, those she is loyal to, she can contain herself for weeks [if she had nothing to eat, period]. She would simply appear ragged and aggressive towards them. There would be no words to share, only a threatening stare and a low growl. These cravings can cloud her judgement and for lack of better words, intelligence. Her priorities become naught and she wants only to hunt.






To say that she was ever directly involved in the politics of war in the beginning would be a lie. Chainsmoker started out in what today would be looked upon as slavery and livestock in one. When energon enters the body and cycles through it, it picks up different compounds that many don't ever truly think about. The group that she was born into were after exactly that. They spoke highly of themselves and killed who they decided were worthless and unimportant in order to feed their craving for this chemical compound enhanced energon. It had long before that became so much more. It was the thrill of chasing someone who could not fight you. It was the feeling of ripping their throat out and reaching inside for their Spark as they gargled their last words. There was a pecking order the same as any other and Chainsmoker was one of those at the bottom of it. She was kept alive for study and for feeding. Off and on, someone would get carried away and kill one of the others in her same position. 

She had not been around long for that age as she entered the next, Rust. Eventually she'd been sold as a non-sentient being to work in the mines. Her zombie-like state and lack of reaction to much was convincing enough, not that the traders needed any true convincing. 

It was easy to lose yourself in the mines to the misery. The unfortunate either died and were left to be forgotten or gambling took place. Most of it was quite literally a gamble over your life. You could bet what you'd mined and be "decommissioned" if you didn't have enough to meet your quota or you could brawl. Many of these fights ended in serious injury and death. There was one group that had formed together in the mines. Chainsmoker had been met by three of the main founders in the brawls. The four and soon, six more agreed that a mutual alliance was in order. The rest of the miners had to pay them a quota. Chainsmoker was in charge of keeping track of the quotas and hunting down those who did not pay their debts. It was the closest thing to brotherhood that she had ever had. They had real conversation. After awhile, they began to discuss the boundaries that were being pushed. The majority cared not for who was killed, because of them. Chainsmoker had to agree with one of the members, Windstorm, that it made them no better than those who had put them in the mines to begin with. 

Her smoking habit was picked up in the mines. The "cigarettes" were produced from raw energon. Off and on she'd have to see their limited-in-skills medic to have the vents in her throat scraped due to the formation on Energon crystal and a soot-like material from smoking it building in there. Taking a drag from it calmed her nerves and produced an effect that helped to chase off her cravings. While they didn't help her systems physically, it kept her from becoming a volatile ticking time bomb and she became satisfied for the first time in ages. 

Energon was becoming more of a demand and the workers were becoming fewer. The mines were being taken over by a different pecking order. The Brotherhood had broken apart and fallen to five consisting of a predacon that had gone through horrific experimentation and two other mechs. Windstorm and Chainsmoker lead them to their freedom in the tunnels. The ended up emerging in the city of Kaon where they knew no one would come looking for them. They went their separate ways, except for the two femmes. The two fliers stayed together. 

Living in the City of Kaon was harsh, but they were used to it. Freedom brought comfort and as they had in the mines, they joined in on the brawls. The Cybertronians in the Pits were far greater than they'd encountered before. They climbed in strength and were soon met by a rising Gladiator who dubbed himself Megatronous. Megatronous and his promise of rule and command over those who had wronged them all was promising and fulfilling. 

The Great War rolled in and near everyone took sides. The Decepticons were going to bring down their oppressors and abolish slavery. Windstorm and Chainsmoker saw each other less often, but the two femmes always ended up on a mission together in the end. When one was in peril, the other happened to be around the corner. Chainsmoker would off and on purposely starve her craving for her smokes just to be more ruthless and destructive on the battle field. On days where she did not have her fix, the knees of the enemies became weak. Chainsmoker became well known as Red Carnage in reference to her bright scarlet optics and the vapor that rolled off of them. You could see the lights of them as the dust cloud plumed as she sought after you. You'd think you were safe in your hiding place.. but she can hear your Spark pick up in speed and she can smell your fear.

By the end of the Great War, Chainsmoker had put on more than enough rank to command a sub-group of the Decepticons that consisted of flies, save for the medic, Syndicate, a scout and a wrecker. The group was known as The Wraiths. They never had to announce who they were, they were well-known enough, mostly by the Autobots that needed to watch out for aerial attack. Two of the Decepticons in her team were two that she'd trained. Before commanding The Wraiths, she'd trained many warriors and team leaders in tactical combat, shooting, infiltration methods and hand to hand. 

The Autobots didn't need to be told who they were, they knew that seeing that ship was bad news. A moderate vessel, nothing compared to the Nemesis known today. It was enough to house the four, collect cargo and prisoners and be used as a means as an installation post. They fought as that until Chainsmoker was demoted by an opponent within her own ranks. The two were constantly butting heads and he finally had the authority to bump her rank down one. Snide, he knew not the mistake he made. She killed him after he'd had some high grade. She made it clean and quiet unlike most of her other kills and then disposed of him outside the atmosphere of a dead planet. He was later discovered and eventually, the evidence pointed back to Chainsmoker. An ambush among her own comrades was setup. The moment she felt too comfortable and at home aboard her vessel, they sprang. Windstorm had tried to warn her in time, but failed. Windstorm remained loyal to the femme that had always been by her side since the mines and the two took apart those they had seen as their brothers in arms. In the end, Windstorm was taken down. Chainsmoker was able to place Windstorm in the one cryo-chamber they had. Her body was horribly mangled and hardly intact. Chimney could only hope that her one true's main systems could still operate later on. She headed straight for the pilot controls, but the last survivor on the ship had gotten there first. Chainsmoker and Ultra Violet damaged many main functions of the controls. In the end, he was in pieces with some of those pieces sucked into the vacuum of space. The cockpit sealed itself off, covering the windows. The monitors only read off one thing, WARNING: MALFUNCITON! She was losing so much energon. She slipped away into her body's own cryo-stasis as she attempted to input coordinates to escape to. None of it mattered, she just needed to get somewhere to help Windstorm. Windstorm had little time. Just because she was placed in the cryo chamber didn't mean she was going to survive this.

Her ship crashed on Earth in Nevada near one hour drive North of Vegas. Now, sealed in an icy tomb, her energy reserves waste away in an attempt to keep her alive. The damage about her body is readily apparent with one of the more serious bleeds frozen in place. She's been sitting there for well over a decade. The Wraiths are presumed dead.






Player Name: Iro the Bashi

Chatango Name: Irobashi

Skype name: irobashi-chronicles

Plotter: Link