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[the_other_green_seeker]

Mun Name: Susan
Journal: nobody_number_8 
Contact Info: stelsrpemail@gmail.com
Other Characters: Axel ( nobody_number_8 )

Name: Jadewing
From: Transformers (G1 cartoon)
Appearance: Jadewing is a bog-standard, generic Seeker colored  primarily bright green, with some black and white bits, red optics, and yellow cockpit glass.

Age: 7.5 million years old (give or take a few centuries)
Gender: Giant alien robot, nuff said. Identifies as male, though.
Personality: Jadewing is the leader of his low-ranking trine of Seekers and overall the most stable of the three, neither manic and a bit glitchy like Cloudkicker, nor constantly moody and depressed like Snowfall. Rather, he falls somewhere in the middle personality wise, and takes it upon himself to keep his two wingmates reasonably safe and prevent their odd-couple personality clashes from escalating into them trying to kill each other.

Jadewing is very much a common soldier among the Decpticons, and he's pretty much accepted this as his lot in life. That can be rather depressing at times, and thus he tends to get in his daily quota of Decepticon brooding, but he's far more likely to just grumble and grouse about it than let it pile up and weigh him down. Still, a life of being generally disregarded by those around him, especially his superiors, and dealing with the semi-constant annoyances of varying severity that the universe seems to like to throw at him, has resulted in him being rather bitter and grumpy by default. 

The level of baseline agression that needs to be maintained for defensive purposes among other Decepticons doesn't help matters either; rarely has Jadewing ever truely been able to just relax and let his guard down. He really has no idea how to interact with people outside of a military environment. Learning to relax and make friends will be a challenge for him.  

Backstory: Jadewing was sparked approximately 7.5 million years ago on Cybertron, as part of a batch-order of 12 Seekers for an undermanned Deception unit, and was the 7th of the 12 to come online, resulting in him being named the default leader of the third trine out of four. That day he also learned exactly how much the average Seeker was valued by the Decepticons when the spark of the 12th Seeker of the batch failed to take, resulting in that Seeker esentially being stillborn. The body was hauled away without comment to be broken down for spare parts, and another Seeker shell brought in and sparked its place, this time successfully.

Witnessing this incident sent a very clear message to Jadewing, one that has influenced his personality and decisions throughout his life: you are replaceable.

After being given most of a day to get used to his own body, to his wingmates, and to just plain being alive, Jadewing was thrust into training. There he learned more lessons that would stay with him. Seekers were weapons in Megatron's arsenal, and woe to any weapon that failed to perform up to standards. Weakness would not be tolerated. Nor would disobedience. If you wouldn't train, wouldn't fight, wouldn't follow orders, there was no point in wasting energon on you.

Graduating from training along with his wingmates earned Jadewing his Decepticon brands, and the right to be called by his name, rather than his alphanumeric designation. From there they were assigned to a minor base near the Decepticon capitol of Kaon, and served as reinforcements in various battles against the Autobots as Cybertron's resources were gradually drained. By the time of the launch of the Ark and Nemesis, Jadewing and his wingmates were reasonably expereinced fighters, though their position in the ranks remained low; their duties left them little opportunity for advancement, something Jadewing often suspected was deliberate.

Durring the 4 million years between the loss of the Ark and Nemesis and the beginning of the war on Earth, Jadewing's life got very boring. He and his wingmates were never reassigned from their rather dull position, thanks to their paperwork being lost and the three of them esentially being forgotten about. Thus, they spent the 4 million years patrolling and monitoring the same section of  Cybertron, resulting in them getting to know it in exhaustive detail.

This came in handy, though, when noticing minor descrepincies in the terrain led them to be able to twart a mission by a small group of Autobot infiltrators a few years after the war on Earth began. This brought them back to the notice of Decepticon command enough that they were transferred to Earth, to serve on that front. While a welcome change of pace, it wasn't nearly as exciting as they'd hoped. They and those like them were more often than not left behind to mind the base while Megatron and the others were out executing the plot of the week, only participaing in battle when the weight of numbers was needed.

In the early 2000's, the Decepticons were forced off of Earth for the most part, and Jadewing and his trine returned to Cybertron. Just in time, as it turned out, to witness the events surrounding the coming of Unicron and to obey when Shockwave gave what was likely the most unnecessary command in Decepticon military history, scrambling to attack the planet-eating monstrosity as he attempted to tear Cybertron appart with his bare hands.

Following the defeat of Unicron, Jadewing and his wingmates retreated to the burned-out plannet of Charr along with the rest of the Decepticons, ekeing out a miserable existence and surviving on whatever scraps of energon they could find. The return of Galvatron prompted a debatable upturn in his fortunes. Survival in general was less of a struggle, and with a leader once again at the helm of the Decepticon army, energon supplies be came stable again, if not precisely plentiful. However, Galvatron proved to be even more unstable and unpredictable than megatron, lashing out at his minions for minor offences and prone to sudden and often violent changes in mood, prompting most Decepticons, including Jadewing, to stay out of his way whenever possible.

It is from this time period, about midway through Season 3 of the cartoon, that Jadewing will be pulled to arrive in Ink City.

Moral Standing: Being a Decepticon tends to force him towards the evil end of the spectrum, but left to his own devices, he'll fall far more into the neutral category. He's still generally grumpy and has no particular fondness for Autobots or organics, but once he accepts the situation in the City, will be quite willing to live and let live if they do the same. Unduely antaganizing him would be unwise, though, as he will respond with force, if threatened.
Dreams: To survive the war along with his wingmates, to gain rank, to not contantly have officers breathing down his neck, to not have to constantly worry about keeping himself and his wingmates alive
Fears: Dying, failing his wingmates, the Autobots winning and the likely results of such, tightly enclosed spaces (claustrophobia is common among Seekers)
Extra: He's moddified his arm weapons to produce a more shotgun-like scattershot effect than a standard, single energy beam.  Also he's fairly good at playing fullstasis (a Cybertronian game similar to chess).
Character Location: N/A
Samples:  More Than Meets The Eye - Part 1
Writing Sample: Jadewing carefully worked at removing his shin guard, all the while grumbling uncomplimentary things about Earth, its arid regions, its wildlife, and the universe in general in Cybertronian, English, and several alien languages. He held his leg very still, resisting the urge to squirm at the feeling of faint movement against his internal mechanisms and the back of his armor plating. Any sudden movement might crush his unwelcome organic guest.

Not that he was particularly concerned about the fate of the small creature invading his systems, but dead organics tended to be very messy, which would mean he’d have to get some real medical help at removing the organic’s remains before they corroded his internal systems. Primus only knew when he’d be able to convince one of the Constructicons to help him with something so trivial. No, it was better to get them out alive, if at all possible.

He wouldn’t have minded it quite so much if this was the first time he’d had to extricate such a creature from his systems. Earth was an organic planet, and many of its creatures were very small, so such annoyances were to be expected on occasion. But in the eight solar cycles since arriving at this temporary base, constructed in the middle of a desert region in the human state of Arizona, Jadewing hadn’t been able to settle down to recharge without one of the dirty, little, organic things crawling inside him.

No matter where or when Jadewing recharged, they always seemed to find a way inside him. He’d even tried recharging in jet mode, which had proven to be a spectacular mistake. One of the nasty little things had crawled up into one of his landing gear compartments, and since he wasn’t about to transform with the thing inside him, he had to call his wingmates for assistance. After Cloudkicker had finished laughing his aft off at his unlucky, green wingmate, Jadewing had had to endure the rather humiliating situation of being carefully flipped upside-down by his wingmates in order for Snowfall to manually extract the offending creature.

After that, Jadewing had recharged in robot mode. At least that way he could remove the intruders to his systems by himself.

Suppressing a shudder of disgust as the creature inside his leg brushed against a sensor, Jadewing finally succeeded in detaching his shin guard. He set it aside and stared down into the now revealed internal workings of his leg. It took him only a moment to locate his organic intruder.

“Ah, there you are, you little slagger,” Jadewing said to the creature. “Don’t suppose you’re gonna make this easy on me and just crawl out of there on your own, are you?”

The only response to Jadewing’s question was a hiss like the sound of a leaky hydraulic line and a rattle like that of several loose ball bearings.

“Didn’t think so,” Jadewing sighed as he pulled a small tweezer-like tool used for delicate repairs out of subspace and inserted it carefully between the mechanisms of his leg. It took several tries, due to difficulty gripping the creature’s narrow, scaley body, but

Jadewing finally managed to extricate it from his systems. Once in the open air, the western diamondback made a futile strike at Jadewing’s metal hand before the Seeker tossed it away in a mix of irritation and disgust.

Jadewing returned the tool to subspace and began to reattach his shin guard. “I never thought I’d actually miss my bunk in the underwater base,” he grumbled to himself. “But I’m sick of these Primus-fraggin’ snakes in my Primus-fraggin’ systems!”