2nd Entry just before the Deadline of
's Techno Organic Contest for Soundwave's position.
Name: Soundson a.k.a Wilson/Wil/Sound
Age: 17- going-on-18
Weapon: Static Staff that converts to either a huge nunchuk or a three-sectional staff.
Personality: Loyal to superiors. Quiet and serious when appropriate. Minds his own buisness (most of the time). Sociable. (Lacks a sense of humor though). Independent.
Likes: Decepticons, a steady beat, music, the company of others, cooking. (lol)
Dislikes: Autobots, unnecessary fighting, cleaning up after someone else.
Background: After leaving home with his little brother, Wilson now runs a popular internet cafe. Always filled with people, Wilson made easy money using his cooking skills to support him and his brother and to keep the building in which his cafe stands. It was around 4pm, and Wilson had to prepare the cafe for him and his band mates for tonight's gig. He was the drummer. A decent drummer. Before they started, the guitarist had a small gift for Wilson's little brother. Happily, the little boy grabbed the gift and tore the wrapping paper off. The little boy gasped with wonder as he stared at a blue musical robot which laid in the box. Soundwave.
Wilson heard about them, ever since that one incident happened in Detroit where they all came to life. But that didn't bother him one bit. After that, that night's gig went really well. The next morning, Wilson headed downstairs from his bedroom down to the cafe's counter. To his suprise, there were two customers just giggling in the corner. How'd they get in?
Wilson wondered. It was probably just his little brother who used the front door and went out to the library like he always did every Saturday morning and forgot to lock up. Whatever. The two girls kept giggling which made Wilson worry.
"Hehehe~ Are you sure he's the right guy?"
"Yeah~ My sensors tell me that he's the guy we're looking for~"
Wilson approached the two creepy girls and asked them if they wanted anything.
"Oh nothin' really~ We just want YOU, Wilson~", the girl wearing red said while tapping her nails on the table.
"We're you're friends~ You don't have to worry~" giggled the girl with pigtails.
Wilson stood there bewildered as he socialized with his new accquaintances: Nekotron and Echoscream.
Description: After meeting Nekotron and Echoscream, he allowed the two of them to move in and take his cafe as a "base" for them to settle. Before a gig, Nekotron tossed Wilson a small blue crystal for good luck. As the soundwaves from the electical instruments rang, the gem merged into Wilson's palm while he drummed with the gem in his hand. Feeling sore after the whole gig, Nekotron and Echoscream foretold his "future" with them. It was only until an occurance with Lugnut did Wilson transform into Soundson.
DONE. Crappy background and description. But bear with me please.
Soundson belongs to ME!
While Nekotron belongs to
Echoscream belongs to