Designation: Crossfire (May not sound original, but it has sentimental value to me) 

Gender: Femme

Age: about 16 or 17 in human standards, not quite known in Cybertronian standards

Affiliation: None (Neutral)

Appearance: Dark metallic pink with dark blue accents, her visor being a light blue but not transparent. Her model suggests a sort of Stealth bot but she could also be a Seeker with the dual tails that could potentially act as wings. Her pedes are the only thing that suggest transformation, having hidden wheels that can act as skates if not retracted into her pede. The two jewel-like additions are a prototype of an inlaid groundbridge technology. 

Armor Type: Medium, mainly made for speed and agility, though with a mild amount of bulk.

Crush: None, but when doing Role Plays; Soundwave servos down. 

Family: She knows who they are but will tell no one in fear that they will try to offline her (both her creators and whoever she tells).

Personality: Care free and easily angered if her freedom is being threatened. She's rather nonchalant about her life, having nothing to lose she easily finds herself in death-defying situations that almost get her offlined. She's fun-loving and mischievous, a cross between Peter Pan and Robin Hood. You'll often hear many a Cybertronian profanity from her, and can be rather demented when she wants to be.

Likes: Dance and Music. On Cybertron, she wanted to make a name for herself, and follow in Megatronus' pede steps, so began to teach herself how to dance, and create her own music. When she arrived to Earth she continued that idea, but only danced and created music for her own enjoyment, using the various styles she had discovered in her travels around the world, her favorites being Ballet and hip-hop/street dancing. 

Dislikes: Both the 'Bots and 'Cons. She felt they betrayed her so stole and cheated both of them for her own gain. She also hates the threats to her freedom when faced with it, and also the belief that she was only a helpless youngling with no experience in the world, when she knew she had seen more than either army before the war even broke out. Crossfire also has a strong dislike for her own past, knowing the nightmares she holds inside, and the atrocities she had committed, atrocities even a Decepticon would shiver at.

Background: Crossfire wasn't made like most Cybertronians through the well of sparks, but rather the less conventional way of interfacing. When she was created (at this time nameless) and brought into the world, her carrier and sire found that she had several defects. She was blind (her optics were grey and lifeless), couldn't transform, and her voice box was faulty, making her sound like a broken record, having to consume three times the amount of energon for a Cybertronian to function properly, as well as not being able to recharge or else risk offlining due to her many malfunctions. They cared for her for a time, but once she reached a suitable age (about 4 by human standards), they threw her out into the streets of Cybertron, making her have to fend for herself. 

As she grew, the little femme found how to triumph over her handicaps, being able to know her surroundings by vibrations from others around her, felt through her pedes and the air around her (*Note: this is not Echo Location because she does not use sound and is dependent on outside sources). She earned her name after forcing herself into the 'crossfire' of several street fights, earning her the respect of most "street rats" all around Cybertron.

Not being able to recharge, Crossfire traveled around Cybertron, and soon came upon Iacon, where she stole blueprints for a special visor that allows her to see, reconnecting the missing or failing wires that left her blind, though her optics remained grey. This visor was created by a mutual friend on the streets, along with a prototype of an inlaid groundbridge (given to Crossfire),  known as Cyberquake, possibly a relative of Shockwave. Sadly Cyberquake was terminated in a Decepticon raid on the lower cities, which had less of a probability of fighting back with the force of those who could properly afford upgrades and weapons.

As a street rat, Crossfire was seen as the scum of Cybertron, topping even those of the Decepticons, so neither side cared. She was stuck in between a dog fight between the opposing sides when she found herself overwhelmed, and asked for help from both sides as she struggled to get out, but found that her calls were ignored, and she lost all respect for both sides. She respected Megatron and his ideals to rise above the pecking order created by their government, but she had also respected the Autobots for their want to keep everyone free from that once Megatron revealed his own plan 'B' after failing to reach the title of Prime. So, taking a silent resolve to help neither side, she stole from both, and ruined the plans of both sides as she used her skills as a street rat to fend for herself. 

When Cybertron had gone dark, Crossfire stole a ship from the Autobot ranks, and found herself on Earth many vorns later, though she arrived before the Autobots. Using her new found freedom, Crossfire explored the planet, filled with bright colors, and beautiful scenery she couldn't seem to compare to that of Cybertron, but then again, she was used to the slums of the unknown poverty she had finally escaped. Traveling at night, and hiding by day Crossfire explored all of Earth until she was well accustomed to the always changing cultures and trends. Using the inlaid groundbridges in her arms (The jewel-like additions on her fore-arms, each act as a different activator, resulting in two groundbridges) she often traveled to distant places in a blink of an optic, though she often used both in order to travel in the shadow zone, a place she loved to mess with the humans by creating "natural disasters" such as mudslides and avalanches.

Her home was the stolen ship, having enough room for her and her alone, that she managed to hide in the Shadow Zone. 

The nightmares of Crossfire: As a street rat, energon was scarce and far between, so she had to do what she had to, often stealing from unsuspecting bots and sometimes offlining them in order to get what she needed to function. Why is this such a nightmarish concept? Simple. The energon wasn't always stored energon. In order to survive, many had to be terminated, and the energon from their very forms drained, some still screaming in terror as the last drops were being emptied and used as her own fuel. These times, of course, were only times of pure desperation, but the screams still echoed in her processor even vorns after their termination. 

Crossfire's designation: Crossfire as a Cybertronian name has never been that original, I know that for a fact, but it has sentimental value in my life. I've always seemed to be caught in the middle of things, be it friendly banter, a small argument, or a full on grudge match I find myself in the middle more often then not, and I usually find it amusing depending on the situation, or I try to defuse the bomb before it goes off. Either way, I found that the name fit the character, which I feel is an extension of me, but whose character isn't?

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