06 October 2012 @ 02:11 pm
Use more oil next time.
 
 
22 September 2012 @ 02:56 pm
[Here we have a large and pale human with dark tattoos on his face, decked out in mismatched armor cobbled together from his enemies' armor. Over one shoulder is a mace, the other a dagger, and at his side is a small knife.

This man is a professional assassin for hire.

He's also carrying a bloody bag across his shoulder, which he dumps in front of a shady character.]


There's what's left of him.

[A coin pouch is dumped into his hand and the two go their seperate ways.]

[OOC: He's free to be hired or just run into anywhere and anytime.]
 
 
09 September 2012 @ 07:50 pm
Wonder if I should scrap the mud off the hull today. Eh, it can wait another day, I got trophies to sort.

Then again, maybe I should go out and collect on the deadbeats that owe me. Hm, should I break their legs or maybe chop off a finger? Choices, choices.

[OOC: No Inner Monologue Day. Lockdown has rather morbid thoughts.]
 
 
15 August 2012 @ 04:14 pm
[Lockdown's holoform is out and about, looking rather smug right now.]

Still not sure I wanna make the full jump to fleshies yet, but this curse ain't that bad.

[Waggles his eyebrows before turning the video off.]
 
 
12 August 2012 @ 06:26 pm
So this one time I was at an oil bar and saw this cute jet lookin' at me. I took 'em to where I was stayin' for the time and I started touchin' his wings while he got a handful of tire. He worked the grill real good and I worked his cockpit.

Then we got onto the real show, and it was the best I had in at least fifty years. I never called him again.
 
 
15 July 2012 @ 12:43 pm
[The distinctive car that is Lockdown's vehicle mode zooms through town. Even bounty hunters like a weekend drive once in a while, after all.

What makes this drive different is the tasmanian devil sticking her head out the window.]


Your holoform drools on my paintjob, it's going off.

[The tasmanian devil just gives a dismissive snort and resumes enjoying the ride.]
 
 
09 July 2012 @ 04:29 pm
Listen up City, I got some things to say!

I was all ready to leave this mudball, thanks to that curse giving us whatever we drew. I drew some power cells for my ship, and what happens when I try to take off the next day? Nothin'. The slagging things vanished!

This City is jerking me around and screwin' me over!
 
 
30 June 2012 @ 11:36 am
Don't suppose it's too much to assume we got some other Cybertroinans this time.

[OOC: Bring on anyone and anything.]
 
 
24 June 2012 @ 12:46 pm
[Looks like this is yet another curse where he's stuck with being human. Probably because they didn't have cars back then. He's still working as a bounty hunter, and is wearing a poncho that may look similar to a certain other cowboy's.

This bounty hunter rides into town on a strange red horse, pulling over and tying him to a horsepost so he can explore on foot.

He'll be at the tavern if anyone needs him.]
 
 
11 June 2012 @ 05:33 pm
[Lockdown does not look happy.]

Alright, where's the kid who brainwashed me over the weekend? I got a few choice words for ya'.

And my name's Lockdown. Not Lockdownmon, just Lockdown!
 
 
31 May 2012 @ 09:08 pm
[Out in the woods around Lockdown's ship is a green and black pony with a white face, red eyes, and black lines on his face. He is a very grumpy pony. On his hip is the ambiguous black faction mark that normally goes on his chest.]

I want my mods back. Or at least my servo.
 
 
26 May 2012 @ 10:05 am
[As the video turns on we see Lockdown sitting in a metal chair in front of his ship's large computer, which is currently serving as a TV. Of course he pirates cable. He's also got a bowl of iron filings next to him.]

Meatbags have slag taste in entertainment.

[He stuffs a few filings into his mouth like popcorn.]

[ooc: Lockdown's been hit with Fatigue Day.]
 
 
17 May 2012 @ 10:06 am
[Lockdown has been turned human, since most universities aren't built to accomidate giant robots. He's also been aged down into a young adult in his 20s. In addition to the tattoos on his face and all over his body, he also has many ear and facial piercings.

During the day he's in his classes, after classes he drives around town looking for something fun, a date, or a liquor store, and at night he sits in his dorm eating pizza while watching television. Fun times.]
 
 
21 April 2012 @ 11:04 am
[Lockdown's avatar - since that has fingers that aren't too big to hold the photos - flips through various photos he's picked up.]

Boring, boring, boring, possible blackmail, boring, possible blackmail...

[He comes across one that just makes him give a pleased smirk.]

Keepin' this one for myself.

[He pockets that one, then resumes flipping, getting to another he finds interesting.]

Ah, Stark.
 
 
 
26 March 2012 @ 09:40 am
[Lockdown's back on his ship, in his trophy room, tightening some bolts on his chainsaw.]

Well, that was a hell of a thing yesterday. Did get a couple'a new trophies outta it.

[He points the camera downward, showing a couple of Dalek shells. One's welded to a flat base, the other's on a stick.]
 
 
25 March 2012 @ 06:29 pm
This is fragging nuts! They're like crazier versions of 'cons, only with stupider designs.

[He hears the distinctive "EXTERMINATE", and kicks it before driving off.]

Y'all know my policy on rescues by now.

[Private to Charlie McGee.]

I got somethin' jurry rigged for ya', Charlie. Didn't have much time to build it and had to scrounge for supplies small enough, but should help.
 
 
11 March 2012 @ 12:34 am
[As Lockdown drives around, one can hear a distinctive and, dare one day, catchy tune following him about. It also follows his avatar around whenever he uses it.]

As if I needed more reasons to avoid human music for the rest of my life.

[OOC: Obvious music choice is obvious. I couldn't resist.]
 
 
26 February 2012 @ 02:28 pm
Every day I pick more and more slugs off my hull.

[He burns a couple off his leg with a red hot metal rod.]

Not as bad a space barnacles, but still annoying. I've seen what these things do. Too bad for 'em - and good for me - my audios aren't out in the open.

[He points to his head for emphasis.]

When I get my ship back, I'm gonna take a six hour shower just so I don't feel like I got slime on me anymore.

[He puts the rod away to cool for now.]

Also, I'm gonna start charging extra for dealing with gorgons.
 
 
15 February 2012 @ 03:22 pm
So the woods surrounding the Death's Head turned to sand. I've been on desert planets before, I ain't scared.

[He revs his chainsaw a few times to make sure it works, then converts it back into his left arm.]

Oh, and by the way, anyone who wants or needs my help, you better have some payment handy, or arrange for some kinda payment. Otherwise you're slag outta luck. How many of you honestly think you'll last a nanoklik out here?

[He turns off the video before transforming and driving off, kicking up sand.]