Smeltdown
Allegiance: None
Subgroup: Mutant
Function: Firestorm Trooper
First Apperance: Transformers #245
"Extinction dances in my furnace"
Profile: Smeltdown's existence revolves solely around fire. Never mind eradicating the "critters" - Decepticon, Autobot, girder, shrapnel, loose wire - if it moves, he'll slag it. Even if it doesn't move, he'll slag it. Smeltdown exists in a blank universe, where anything that gains enough substance to need a name is to be erased. He only tolerates his fellow mutants because he considers them to be a part of himself. A dedicated pyromaniac, Smeltdown would be hard pressed to decide what he loves more - the wash of heat from his flamethrowers, the scream of his dying victim or splashing in the steaming molten metal afterwards. Being devoted to blasting things with hot plasma, Smeltdown has developed a tendency to leave his optic sensors switched off in order to avoid being temporarily blinded every time he uses his weaponry.
Abilities: Smeltdown's brain is a precision instrument purely devoted to locating targets in the pitch darkness of Underworld. The softest sound, the most minute change in electromagnetic pitch or tone, the slightest movement and he can pinpoint the disturbance - with fire. Smeltdown's hands have been replaced with flamethrowers; fueled by a massive hypercombustion reactor in his torso-module, they are capable of spewing white-hot plasma that can engulf and consume another Cybertronian in seconds. Of all the mutants, he's the least reliant on his sense of sight.
Weaknesses: Smeltdown's furnace requires a lot of fuel to keep operative; it also makes him vulnerable to enemy artillery. Should his reactor crack or burst, Smeltdown would swiftly be consumed in his own flames. Like all mutants, he is painfully sensitive to bright light - if he has his optic sensors switched on. His lack of hands means he's pretty hopeless in close combat - if anyone ever survives to get that near to him.
STR: 2
INT: 4
SPD: 4
END: 6
RNK: 4
CRG: 9
FRP: 10
SKL: 8
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