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Description

Name: Duskslash
Gender: Femme
Faction: Decepticon
Alt. Mode: Canadian CF-18 Hornet: [link]
Age: In that 27-30 year old range, human year
wise.

Primary Function: Orphanage destroyer, baby-kicker, limb-ripper, smart-ass, annoying bitch Seeker. Let's just go with that.
Secondary Function: Slowly driving Starscream into a suicidal state of insanity Nothing really, if she can't fight or be out exploring somewhere, then she's pretty much like that dog that people should never leave alone in the living room. You will find your couch ripped apart, your food eaten, your precious objects tipped over and carpet destroyed.

Background: Raised in a pretty slow-moving atmosphere, Dusk always thought her life was pretty normal. Her motherly figure would spend the day with her, before going to her job in the evenings. She didn't have a fatherly-figure but that never bothered her much. When she was about the age of 12 human years, she found out what her moms job was.
"Robot prostitute, anyone?"
At first she was repulsed with the idea of the strong, 'I'll-kick-your-ass', respectable femme that was her mother being in that particular field of service, but after a while grew accepting towards it. After all, it was an excellent way to make a living, realistically doing nothing.
Yeah, well, one night mommy never came home and the club owner comes a'knockin on Dusk's door announcing that her dear mother was offlined by what is the human equivilant of a drug overdose.
"Drugs are bad, mkay?"
Now we enter stage two of life; where that light and happy air leaves a person and they enter the hard-driven times of teenage life. Dusk registered herself as a Decepticon, being trained with the other n00bs, and after successfully graduating from boot-camp, pretty much dropped off the face of the universe for a good amount of time...doing what, well whatever the hell she WANTS. She spent her time doing anything; watching younglings play at playgrounds before emerging from her dark hiding place and kicking them off their swings while their parents weren't looking, blowing up the random civillian house, terrorizing various alien cultures.
"Can I get a, FUCK YEAH?"
Well, on one fine day in the universe, after giving some of the rich goons from her bootcamp a nice and gruesome makeover, some Decepticons approach her asking her name and status, which she was stupid enough to answer. At that point she reluctantly agreed to joining the fight against the Autobots, travelling all over the place kicking some serious ass with the 'cons.
"-insert middle finger here-"
To this point, not many have warmed up to her presence personality-wise. Though they all seem to be thouroughly amused when she goes ballistic on some unlucky Autobot's ass.
Story in a Nutshell:Mom died of drug OD, went to boot camp, kills because it's the 'funnest thing evarrrrr', gets recruited by the cons because she's basically fearless and thus gets put into a lot of hazardous situations that nobody else wants to do.
"SAVVY?"
Personality: Three words: Irritable, obnoxious, immature.
Dusk likes to be the center of attention, may that attention be somebody hitting on her (*SNORT* Not likely ) or 10 enemy soldiers about ready to blow her to bits. Since she enjoys attention, she absolutely hates being ignored. She also is under the impression that she's the most gorgeous thing ever to 'grace the presence of other lifeforms', but that's more of a personal thought. Aka, a lie...*gets stepped on*
She's essentially an egomaniac.
She's like that friend that you have and will tell all your problems to and they will rarely, if ever, listen. She's greedy and hates to share, and she doesn't like being wrong. She and Starscream almost always fight upon sight of eachother, and it if it weren't for the others one of them would be dead. I shit you not. She doesn't enjoy following orders or being told to do things, but due to some cruel and unusual punishment that likely befalled her first objection, she completes them without question.
Dusk has a terrible memory and forgets things almost as soon as they're told to her. Unless it's gossip or dirt on somebody else. She loves being a snitch.
Enough with the negatives, let's move onto the more likable traits.
She's funny. Either from her own retarded mistakes, or intentional jokes. She's easily attached, emotionally, to those who DO show her friendliness/respect. But that also means if they do something that upsets her, they're basically going to get their throat slit.
Essentially she's that person you have as a friend, and just don't fucking know WHY.
Oh, and did I mention she's violent? She loves, -loves- killing/torturing. Any sort of strange and whacked out punishment that's been invented, she's probably done to some poor soul at some point. She has no concience and feels no guilt. SHE'S A ROBOT. /failpun.

Heeeeee, I'm so happy, after what feels like a bagillion years I have updated her. ;3; I tried to make her design more logical, since before...well, it was pretty hard to tell that she was a jet apart from the wings. It was really hard designing her from her alt mode to bot mode, and I still failed at it, BUT THE POINT IS HER DESIGN IS NOT AS RANDOM AND WEEABOO AS BEFORE.

So this is my Deceptiskank, Duskslash. Uhhhhm, I'm making a bigger referance showing her guns and alt mode and shit, so I'll add information at that time because I'm lazy. -o- Hope ya'll enjoy.
Fanart, plox?

Duskslash and art [c] me
Transformers [c] Hasbro

Description

Name: Duskslash
Gender: Femme
Faction: Decepticon
Alt. Mode: Canadian CF-18 Hornet: [link]
Age: In that 27-30 year old range, human year
wise.

Primary Function: Orphanage destroyer, baby-kicker, limb-ripper, smart-ass, annoying bitch Seeker. Let's just go with that.
Secondary Function: Slowly driving Starscream into a suicidal state of insanity Nothing really, if she can't fight or be out exploring somewhere, then she's pretty much like that dog that people should never leave alone in the living room. You will find your couch ripped apart, your food eaten, your precious objects tipped over and carpet destroyed.

Background: Raised in a pretty slow-moving atmosphere, Dusk always thought her life was pretty normal. Her motherly figure would spend the day with her, before going to her job in the evenings. She didn't have a fatherly-figure but that never bothered her much. When she was about the age of 12 human years, she found out what her moms job was.
"Robot prostitute, anyone?"
At first she was repulsed with the idea of the strong, 'I'll-kick-your-ass', respectable femme that was her mother being in that particular field of service, but after a while grew accepting towards it. After all, it was an excellent way to make a living, realistically doing nothing.
Yeah, well, one night mommy never came home and the club owner comes a'knockin on Dusk's door announcing that her dear mother was offlined by what is the human equivilant of a drug overdose.
"Drugs are bad, mkay?"
Now we enter stage two of life; where that light and happy air leaves a person and they enter the hard-driven times of teenage life. Dusk registered herself as a Decepticon, being trained with the other n00bs, and after successfully graduating from boot-camp, pretty much dropped off the face of the universe for a good amount of time...doing what, well whatever the hell she WANTS. She spent her time doing anything; watching younglings play at playgrounds before emerging from her dark hiding place and kicking them off their swings while their parents weren't looking, blowing up the random civillian house, terrorizing various alien cultures.
"Can I get a, FUCK YEAH?"
Well, on one fine day in the universe, after giving some of the rich goons from her bootcamp a nice and gruesome makeover, some Decepticons approach her asking her name and status, which she was stupid enough to answer. At that point she reluctantly agreed to joining the fight against the Autobots, travelling all over the place kicking some serious ass with the 'cons.
"-insert middle finger here-"
To this point, not many have warmed up to her presence personality-wise. Though they all seem to be thouroughly amused when she goes ballistic on some unlucky Autobot's ass.
Story in a Nutshell:Mom died of drug OD, went to boot camp, kills because it's the 'funnest thing evarrrrr', gets recruited by the cons because she's basically fearless and thus gets put into a lot of hazardous situations that nobody else wants to do.
"SAVVY?"
Personality: Three words: Irritable, obnoxious, immature.
Dusk likes to be the center of attention, may that attention be somebody hitting on her (*SNORT* Not likely ) or 10 enemy soldiers about ready to blow her to bits. Since she enjoys attention, she absolutely hates being ignored. She also is under the impression that she's the most gorgeous thing ever to 'grace the presence of other lifeforms', but that's more of a personal thought. Aka, a lie...*gets stepped on*
She's essentially an egomaniac.
She's like that friend that you have and will tell all your problems to and they will rarely, if ever, listen. She's greedy and hates to share, and she doesn't like being wrong. She and Starscream almost always fight upon sight of eachother, and it if it weren't for the others one of them would be dead. I shit you not. She doesn't enjoy following orders or being told to do things, but due to some cruel and unusual punishment that likely befalled her first objection, she completes them without question.
Dusk has a terrible memory and forgets things almost as soon as they're told to her. Unless it's gossip or dirt on somebody else. She loves being a snitch.
Enough with the negatives, let's move onto the more likable traits.
She's funny. Either from her own retarded mistakes, or intentional jokes. She's easily attached, emotionally, to those who DO show her friendliness/respect. But that also means if they do something that upsets her, they're basically going to get their throat slit.
Essentially she's that person you have as a friend, and just don't fucking know WHY.
Oh, and did I mention she's violent? She loves, -loves- killing/torturing. Any sort of strange and whacked out punishment that's been invented, she's probably done to some poor soul at some point. She has no concience and feels no guilt. SHE'S A ROBOT. /failpun.

Heeeeee, I'm so happy, after what feels like a bagillion years I have updated her. ;3; I tried to make her design more logical, since before...well, it was pretty hard to tell that she was a jet apart from the wings. It was really hard designing her from her alt mode to bot mode, and I still failed at it, BUT THE POINT IS HER DESIGN IS NOT AS RANDOM AND WEEABOO AS BEFORE.

So this is my Deceptiskank, Duskslash. Uhhhhm, I'm making a bigger referance showing her guns and alt mode and shit, so I'll add information at that time because I'm lazy. -o- Hope ya'll enjoy.
Fanart, plox?

Duskslash and art [c] me
Transformers [c] Hasbro