Random Things

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/Please listen to Untraveled Roads By Linkin Park while reading this! Watty wouldn't let me add it! *Insert sad face*/

Name:
On the battlefield things are different. She is named numerous things, titles, curses and insults are just the beginning. Inside her helm an odd name fills her audials calling out, always calling out Charlotte Burns. When she truly was first sparked as Siren. It is the designation she believed the most and held onto the most. She refuses to believe she was named differently.

Nickname:
Some of her crew long since gave her a menacing title, it is one many enemies know to fear hearing it echo upon the battlegrounds. By her friends she is called Siren, always will be called Siren and on the battlefield they call her Deathbringer. A femme who knew how to make Megatron call for retreat.


Age:
Oddly enough she is quite old for her history. Even her frame doesn't play part, she looks much younger than those optics of hers blazing with an inferno. Some say she is roughly three years older than her dear old friend Prowl, about seven thousand centuries. In human years that equals about forty one.

Faction:
Siren never settled among the ranks of Autobot's or Decepticons. They were nothing like the unit she built from the ground up, never like the friends and soldiers she raised from beyond the ashes the council left behind. Alike her partner Tempest, she too created her own rescue unit. One who dealt with the most unpredictable, violent danger to all Cybertronians. Fire Rescue, her rescue bots. Her kind went from putting out explosive level fire threats, to living mecha who were the threats wielding explosives.



Gender:
No matter how many mecha plead for Siren to change, she never budges from her spot, the throne she built on broken promises and burned frames. There never will be a day she would become a mech. Siren built everything she had as a femme, she became a wild fire, a solider and a chief all as something thought weak. It was her work who changed the tides of war for all it continued to burn.


Species:
This is one question plaguing her processor, some cycles she stares at her servos wondering who she truly is. Her own crew joke about how she isn't even one of them, something born from the fires they were built to fear. There are times she finds herself as a Cybertronian, in her memory relapses she is transformed into a human, an organic creature of sorts. One oh so desperately wishing for her to remember, remember all that she lost. Siren never knows what she is supposed to remember and why she felt like she is forgetting everything.


Subgroup:
Once Siren arrives on the battlefield, they all expect a motorcycle classed grounder. All soldiers think femme's are nothing but smaller, stealth builds. Siren on the other hand was forged a truck class grounder, one powerful enough to drive straight through solid bulk heads on any Decepticon flag ship. Though what is odd, her alt mode is bulky but her main frame is stocky, practical enough.

Altmode:
Somehow she gathered the strangest alt mode, one meshed between organic and Cybertron nature. The truck is classified a wildland fire truck, heavily fortified, durable enough to carry gallons of water and holds enough brute force to shatter a mech upon impact, coloured the classic cherry reds, silvers and deep black with the bull bars upon it's front grill. Adorned with numbers, dates and her unit's well earned titles. The mounted jet pipes allow her the ability to shoot pressurized water at anyone even outside her alt mode. A rather valuable use during the worst attacks.