Stats post! Ruby City only
Name:Scorponok
Race: Cybertronian (Predacon)
Age: 23
Birthday: Not a clue. He doesn't care in the slightest.
Profession: He was a protoformed medic, but he changed to working as a general technician after the CRs pretty much made him obsolete.
Hair: None
Eyes: Yellow optic band
Skin: Metal/pseudo chitin
Height: 5 foot 6ish
Weight: about 300-350
Appearance: Picspam post
Personality: He has difficulties trusting those he doesn't know, and has personal space issues that flair up on occasion. He's gruff, angsts over things he shouldn't, represses when he just can't deal with things, and possibly has a touch of survivor's guilt.
Race: Cybertronian (Predacon)
Age: 23
Birthday: Not a clue. He doesn't care in the slightest.
Profession: He was a protoformed medic, but he changed to working as a general technician after the CRs pretty much made him obsolete.
Hair: None
Eyes: Yellow optic band
Skin: Metal/pseudo chitin
Height: 5 foot 6ish
Weight: about 300-350
Appearance: Picspam post
Personality: He has difficulties trusting those he doesn't know, and has personal space issues that flair up on occasion. He's gruff, angsts over things he shouldn't, represses when he just can't deal with things, and possibly has a touch of survivor's guilt.
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The first thing he noticed was a distinct lack of pain. The second was the ability to move without lava pouring into his joints, burning and melting his gears and cabling, and the ability to think clearly. The third was the light; bright, and coming from above, not around him.
Cautiously, carefully, not at all willing to see what he thought he was going to see, but needing to know, he onlined his optics to- well, someplace he had never been, or even seen the likes of in his life. He looked around confusedly, he was curled on the ground in some stone ruin, most of the building seemed to be intact, but the walls were crumbling, and the floor around him was covered with debris and trash.
He uncurled cautiously, about to stop at any sign of pain or inability to move due to melted joints and cables, but there was nothing stopping him. He felt as if he was just out of the CR Chamber, as if he had just been protoformed. Had- had Megatron saved him? Had he been able to get him out of the lava in time? But how? Last he had seen, Megatron had been forced to his knees by the sheer force of the wave!
But... If Megatron had been the one to save him, where was he? Why hadn’t he onlined in a CR Chamber, rather than in this organic dump? Why hadn’t Megatron been there when he onlined, or had someone, probably Inferno, waiting for him to online to give him his orders? It made no sense! If Megatron hadn’t rescued him, which, he realized with a sharp pain in his spark, he probably hadn’t, then who did?
He realized that sitting on the floor in the middle of an abandoned building wasn’t going to help anything and got to his feet, startling at the sound of a ‘clang’ as something hit the ground. He frowned and scooped it up, turning the small, circular object over in his claws, “Strange...” It seemed to have several buttons and a catch on the side. Frowning, he triggered it, scowling at the screen revealed. He snorted and snapped it shut, letting it dangle at the end of it’s chain while he triggered his comm on one of the open Predacon channel. //Scorponok reporting.// Nothing but static. He tried again on several of the others to the same result, nothing but static. He must be in the jamming zones, although he had never seen any structure like this anywhere on that accursed planet.
He shook his head, and started walking towards what seemed to be a exit. He needed to find Megatron and report in, who knew how long he’d been offline in this wretched building.
Cautiously, carefully, not at all willing to see what he thought he was going to see, but needing to know, he onlined his optics to- well, someplace he had never been, or even seen the likes of in his life. He looked around confusedly, he was curled on the ground in some stone ruin, most of the building seemed to be intact, but the walls were crumbling, and the floor around him was covered with debris and trash.
He uncurled cautiously, about to stop at any sign of pain or inability to move due to melted joints and cables, but there was nothing stopping him. He felt as if he was just out of the CR Chamber, as if he had just been protoformed. Had- had Megatron saved him? Had he been able to get him out of the lava in time? But how? Last he had seen, Megatron had been forced to his knees by the sheer force of the wave!
But... If Megatron had been the one to save him, where was he? Why hadn’t he onlined in a CR Chamber, rather than in this organic dump? Why hadn’t Megatron been there when he onlined, or had someone, probably Inferno, waiting for him to online to give him his orders? It made no sense! If Megatron hadn’t rescued him, which, he realized with a sharp pain in his spark, he probably hadn’t, then who did?
He realized that sitting on the floor in the middle of an abandoned building wasn’t going to help anything and got to his feet, startling at the sound of a ‘clang’ as something hit the ground. He frowned and scooped it up, turning the small, circular object over in his claws, “Strange...” It seemed to have several buttons and a catch on the side. Frowning, he triggered it, scowling at the screen revealed. He snorted and snapped it shut, letting it dangle at the end of it’s chain while he triggered his comm on one of the open Predacon channel. //Scorponok reporting.// Nothing but static. He tried again on several of the others to the same result, nothing but static. He must be in the jamming zones, although he had never seen any structure like this anywhere on that accursed planet.
He shook his head, and started walking towards what seemed to be a exit. He needed to find Megatron and report in, who knew how long he’d been offline in this wretched building.
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TYPE | You are a: | Jungian functional preference ordering: |
♦ Introverted: 78% | ♣ very expressed introvert | ♠ Dominant:Introverted Sensing" |
♦ Sensing: 38% | ♣ moderately expressed sensing personality | ♠ Auxilliary: Extroverted Thinking" |
♦ Thinking: 75% | ♣ distinctively expressed thinking personality | ♠ Tertiary: Introverted Feeling" |
♦ Judging: 78% | ♣ very expressed judging personality | ♠ Inferior: Extraverted Intuition" |
The Duty Fulfiller
SELECTED QUOTES
ISTJs are quiet and reserved individuals who are interested in security and peaceful living. They have a strongly-felt internal sense of duty, which lends them a serious air and the motivation to follow through on tasks. Organized and methodical in their approach, they can generally succeed at any task which they undertake.
ISTJs are very loyal, faithful, and dependable. They place great importance on honesty and integrity. They are "good citizens" who can be depended on to do the right thing for their families and communities. While they generally take things very seriously, they also usually have an offbeat sense of humor and can be a lot of fun - especially at family or work-related gatherings.
ISTJs tend to believe in laws and traditions, and expect the same from others. They're not comfortable with breaking laws or going against the rules. If they are able to see a good reason for stepping outside of the established mode of doing things, the ISTJ will support that effort. However, ISTJs more often tend to believe that things should be done according to procedures and plans. If an ISTJ has not developed their Intuitive side sufficiently, they may become overly obsessed with structure, and insist on doing everything "by the book".
The ISTJ is extremely dependable on following through with things which he or she has promised. For this reason, they sometimes get more and more work piled on them. Because the ISTJ has such a strong sense of duty, they may have a difficult time saying "no" when they are given more work than they can reasonably handle. For this reason, the ISTJ often works long hours, and may be unwittingly taken advantage of.
The ISTJ will work for long periods of time and put tremendous amounts of energy into doing any task which they see as important to fulfilling a goal. However, they will resist putting energy into things which don't make sense to them, or for which they can't see a practical application. They prefer to work alone, but work well in teams when the situation demands it. They like to be accountable for their actions, and enjoy being in positions of authority. The ISTJ has little use for theory or abstract thinking, unless the practical application is clear.
ISTJs have tremendous respect for facts. They hold a tremendous store of facts within themselves, which they have gathered through their Sensing preference. They may have difficulty understanding a theory or idea which is different from their own perspective. However, if they are shown the importance or relevance of the idea to someone who they respect or care about, the idea becomes a fact, which the ISTJ will internalize and support. Once the ISTJ supports a cause or idea, he or she will stop at no lengths to ensure that they are doing their duty of giving support where support is needed.
The ISTJ is not naturally in tune with their own feelings and the feelings of others. They may have difficulty picking up on emotional needs immediately, as they are presented. Being perfectionists themselves, they have a tendency to take other people's efforts for granted, like they take their own efforts for granted. They need to remember to pat people on the back once in a while.
ISTJs are likely to be uncomfortable expressing affection and emotion to others. However, their strong sense of duty and the ability to see what needs to be done in any situation usually allows them to overcome their natural reservations, and they are usually quite supporting and caring individuals with the people that they love. Once the ISTJ realizes the emotional needs of those who are close to them, they put forth effort to meet those needs.
ISTJs have an excellent ability to take any task and define it, organize it, plan it, and implement it through to completion. They are very hard workers, who do not allow obstacles to get in the way of performing their duties. They do not usually give themselves enough credit for their achievements, seeing their accomplishments simply as the natural fulfillment of their obligations.
Under stress, ISTJs may fall into "catastrophe mode", where they see nothing but all of the possibilities of what could go wrong. They will berate themselves for things which they should have done differently, or duties which they failed to perform. They will lose their ability to see things calmly and reasonably, and will depress themselves with their visions of doom.
In general, the ISTJ has a tremendous amount of potential. Capable, logical, reasonable, and effective individuals with a deeply driven desire to promote security and peaceful living, the ISTJ has what it takes to be highly effective at achieving their chosen goals - whatever they may be.
ISTJs and Relationships
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