Name: Slash
Faction: Autobot
Function: Scout
Motto: "Me slash!"
Colors: Red, black, silver, gold
Subgroups: Dinobots
Normal Appearance: Transformer
Altmode: Utahraptor
Size: 2, Small
Points: Technology/Subgroups 10, Weapons 5

Biography:

A protoform discovered by the Dinobots "hatched" and came online early, as if
impatient to get started on life. The Dinobots – Slag, Snarl, Sludge, Swoop, and
of course Grimlock – found themselves having to take care of an infant transformer
and not knowing how. Wildly destructive chaos ensued, naturally. Imprinting on
them, it grew dinosauroid features, like claws, jaws, and a tail. And it developed
an attitude to match: rowdy, aggressive, and defiant. And when her authority
figures to rebel against were Dinobots, she gained quite a chip on her shoulder.
She took the name 'Slash', after both the sound of their names and the thing her
new claws did so well and so often—it was her first word. But otherwise, her
speech remained limited: early activation left her language capacity
underdeveloped, and Dinobots weren't the most eloquent of bots to learn from.

Soon, the Dinobots were too fond of the little terror to give her up. Some called
them her Five Angry Dads after learning there was hell to pay if they hurt her.
Small, speedy, and with excellent tracking abilities, Slash became the team scout,
and a bit of a mascot, adopting a robotic utahraptor alt-mode. When a comparative
teenager, it was her time to rebel, just like Dinobots do best. She took up
different interests – rather than brute force, the grace and agility of dancers
and martial artists appealed to her and her design; she could never be a bruiser
like the others. The Dinobot wanted to be a dancer! The more the others laughed,
the more determined she became. "Slag say dancing is silly and weak. He laugh.
Then he see me Slash do grand jeté and eviscerate Decepticon. He no laugh no more.
He afraid." After the inevitable fight, she left, deciding to strike off her on
her own and pursue her dream. But she and they know she'll be back eventually.
Dinobots always stick together.

On Earth, however, she found that getting accepted into a prestigious dance
academy is rather hard when you're a ten-foot-tall alien killing machine. Until
she makes it, she's working at a waitress as a bar for Cybertronians, but it's
hard to hold down a job in hospitality as a ten-foot-tall killing machine with a
speech impediment and a Dinobot-sized chip on her shoulder.

Nevertheless, Slash is no dumb Dinobot, but her practical, rough-and-ready
education is limited in more advanced topics. Moreover, her speech problems make
it difficult to communicate effectively, so people are apt to see her as a typical
dumb Dinobot anyway. She has a chip on her shoulder about people treating her as
incapable and crude, missing her talents. Her Dinobot attitude of aggression and
defiance gets her into trouble just as often as it gets her out.