Nicknames: none
Age: old as Ratchet and ‘Hide
Affiliation: Neutral (but considered a Decepticon by most)
Transformation: Muscle Car

Tech Specs
strength: 8
intelligence: 5
speed: 5
endurance: 9
rank: 1
courage: 7
firepower: 6
skill: 10



Height: 22 feet
Weight: nearly three tons
Appearance: The best way to describe Lockdown is that he is the Frankenstein creation of all Transformers. Most, is not all of his body parts, are said be parts of dead mechs he has hunted, though why he replaced his own body parts with them isn’t really known. The grotesque mech is a sight that might send you screaming, unless it was Halloween then it would be sort of cool…until he probably squished you without a second though.

His face is skull like and ghostly white with two glowing red eyes (and if that doesn’t say demonic like to ya for a robot who knows what would). He has various spikes about his body, mostly on his upper torso neck and shoulders. One of his hands isn’t a hand at all but a hook, and the other is the typical Decepticon five digit set of claws.

For the most part his body color is black and green, with hints of a purple hue, and then his skull face. Hs car mode is mostly black as well with flames of green on the side and barley tinted red windows. (And whatever it’s called on the front of the car yeah. ^^;; ))


Personality: Decepticon or not Lockdown has the personality of a cold sparked killing machine. It wouldn’t bother him if he was asked to kill someone, heck it was his job to do so sometimes. Every day was like a passing second, and the mech wasn’t getting any younger. His mood is often sour, he doesn’t take jokes easily, nor does he get around well with being given order, unless he was getting a pretty nice price later on from following them.

It irks him to no end however that he was labeled as a Decepticon. Sure he has the style and personality of one, but it didn’t just make him one. He was a Neutral who worked for whoever paid the most. Most often it was simply the Decepticon side that had a job for him. Though given the rare occasion Lockdown has done a job for the autobots…not matter how unfriendly he was when doing it.

History: Lockdown is one damn old mech. He lived before the war even began; however doing the same old same old task he still does now. Lockdown started simple, but soon became one of the best known (used lightly seeing as his high prices and you know a mech who knows another mech to get his signal) hunters around. His collection even started small of mods and various trophies . He even obtained his own ship to keep them all on after a bit.

When the war started his job became a lot more profitable but at the same time a lot harder. Often being hired by the Decepticons he couldn’t just kill most of his bounties the easy way. Brining a dead mech in was easy, but having a live one that could still process was a bit harder. His business was booming though, and as long as Lockdown had the next job done he could sustain his living.

But the time came when Cybertron was being a mad house, killing everywhere, and even Lockdown found himself killed once or twice just for a small job. It was starting to not be worth it, so he set his spaceship off to wherever it took him. But it was only coincidence that he came across Earth, not intending to land on the planet to begin with elt alone one inhabited by more Transfomrers. But land was a bad word, more like he wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see the planet coming and crashed on it when his ship was pulled into the gravitational field.

Luck got him out alive, with as many mods he could get on his body as possibly and bailing out before he burnt up and crashed with his ship (which entirely pissed him off later). And it wasn’t long either till he found energy signatures of his own species here. Slag… At least there was a new job to do…maybe he could get ahold of a power host.



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