Name: Treadbolt
Gender: Male
Height: 27ft
Alliance: Autobot
Disguise Type: Appearance:A bit like IDW
Fortress Maximus, but with a mouth-plate, no head-horns and in much darker, typically 'military' olive drab/brown colours. His tank cannon juts up in the middle of his back too. He is somewhat more streamlined with more curved surfaces, but still very heavily armoured and a large transformer. One of his optic sensors and some of the right side of his head have been heavily damaged at some point in the past. Crude plating has been riveted into place to cover the gaping hole where the sensor used to be, while his head armour 'helmet' shows deep shrapnel gouges and carbon scoring.
Holographic Human: something like
oh, this guy.Weapons: 1 x 120MM Tank Cannon with multiple round-types
2 x chain-guns, mounted on his forearms and turret-mounted in tank mode
2 x 6-tube missile launchers, mounted in shoulders (only usable in robot mode)
1 x folding combat knife, hidden in leg compartment
Personality:Treadbolt is a quiet, patient and resourceful Autobot. A warrior and more, a soldier, through and through, he makes no claims for glory and recognition, but instead follows his orders and duty.
This is not to say that he is completely reactive, nor without any personality of his own. Reliable, resourceful and viciously and dangerously effective, he has grown a (somewhat small) reputation for being a 'bot who gets things done, even grimy and unpleasant things that Autobot high command would like to keep hidden, or that have cost him friends and body parts over the years.
This has left him somewhat distant from the more naive and good-natured of his comrades. He believes strongly in the moral idea of 'doing the right thing', and in the idea of making things better - however, his views and understanding of what those things are, and the extents one - or a nation or army - must go to to make things 'right' or prevent worse things from happening has left him somewhat quiet, withdrawn and sullen.
This said, he has a relatively open and uncomplicated approach to dealing with others, friendly enough and easy-going with them, and maintaining a quiet sense of humour about his situation and others.
Background:Cold-constructed, rather than given life from the Matrix, Treadbolt was considered (like many of his similarly constructed fellows) something of a second-class citizen in the early days before the war took root.
Assigned a job as a construction heavy lifter and spaceport cargo handler, his strength and bulk, as well as his strong moral conscience gained the attention of a senator with aspirations and their own personal long-term plans. Arranging for Treadbolt to be transferred to the Justice Division, he was rebuilt into a heavily armoured - and heavily armed - body, which he would maintain over the next several thousand years with minor modifications.
Even at this time, his talent for the application of firepower and brutal heavy assault was recognized along with his willingness and determination to get a job done, and he frequently ended up acting as a 'heavy hand' for investigations and jobs requiring tactical operations.
After the political situation on Cybertron deteriorated completely, Treadbolt found himself involved in the front lines of warfare, fighting in a variety of environments.
He was never a 'major player', and spent most of his time doing 'dirty jobs' for a variety of commanders, frequently attacking rear area Decepticon concentrations and engaging in heavy assaults. His aptitude for well-controlled mayhem earned him the notice of Autobot Special Operations commanders, earning him a further relocation into the footnotes of history, buried under disinformation and shadow-plays to keep suspicious and dubious operations quiet - such as off-world raids on Decepticon facilities in non-cybertronian facilities, and ultra-hushed-up quiet 'false-flag' raids on non-Cybertronians, disguised as Decepticons, to nudge them into supporting the Autobot cause, or at least non supporting the Decepticon one.
After several centuries worth of this warfare, losing too many comrades and others close to him, Treadbolt went AWOL from his unit, eventually reappearing in a rag-tag mis-matched unit of Autobots elsewhere. Still burdened with the knowledge of his past actions, he finds himself somewhat aimless and unsure of his place in the war. Especially now it has moved to a strange planet named 'Earth'.