evidently this time moving has put upon me stress that makes me draw more so. ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
I based him off a bullet train, specifically the āNozomi 700ā my sister rode a few days ago. She tricked me into making him lmao. Pictures of the train:
The red lines on the second photo are his biolights; theyāre mostly under his plating on the protoform so you canāt see it. The first photo shows what biolights can be seen usually.
His visor can become opaque when he wants it to, and he usually keeps it dark during missions. His first impression on people is pretty funny at first as they have no idea he actually has a face and suddenly they look over at him and his optics are just. There.
As his plating isnāt very thick nor covers many vital areas weak to attack, he ended up becoming an autobot messenger. He canāt really fight well, maybe scratch and bite (yes he can bite lmao) and all of the basic thrashing. He does have a blaster subspaced and is a pretty good shot, but he usually prefers to run away. Basically if he gets caught he is kind of cooked.
Also I changed up his back kibble last minute, thatās why the back design is inconsistent with the previous photos. Iām not quite sure what that thing on the train is..? The electrical connector thing????? ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ
Nozomi can mean wish/hope/desire depending on the context in Japanese, and I think it kind of ties into his job as a messenger.
He is quiet, a listener ; not a yapper. But if you get on the topic of types of energon drinks and confections, he will not shut up.
His friends all think heās weird because he is so particular upon energon types and how to make sweets so they taste perfect but he doesnāt really drink or eat anything besides normal energon.
nobody knows what exactly he was doing before the war happened, he just appeared one day and sort of got taken in like a stray cat.
anyways, here is my funny little guy that my sister inspired.
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Reaver is a large Seeker, about mid-chassis-height to Megatron, with a build similar to Predakingās but a bit lighter. Lots of sharp edges, all topped off with a pair of jet-black horns that sweep up from his helm. Impressive pair of up-swept wings, black clawtips, and a set of thrusters on his legs that he can use for brief flight in root mode.
His plating is patterned in a deep, intense grey and the blue of the first metal on this pageĀ http://www.alamy.com/stock-photo/charred-metal-surface.html, like singed metal, and his nanites fill in scar tissue in the same black as his horns. He has some assorted battle scars scattered around his frame, nothing too severe, including one that slashes down across his optic but missed the lens itself. His optics glow a deep, intense red, his features are sharp, and there are several vertical slits in each cheek.Ā
The slits look almost like scars, but are perfectly clean, and run all the way through and into his mouth. He can flare them open at will, and previously had the dentae directly through the slits made larger and sharper for intimidation purposes. There are odd singe marks around the slits, and exactly why that is becomes evident if he needs to threaten someone. Reaver can breathe fire, and can puff a quick gust of it through the slits to show that off, though he canāt do that for long- his face isnāt entirely fireproof, just heat-resistant.Ā
Reaver was formerly part of a group something like knights, all fallen to the war. They were devoted to the protection of the innocent, or the closest thing to innocent, and were very... shall we say, dramatic. They were sensible, though, nothing like the group/cult Vanguard was born into. They encouraged interface only on an as-needed basis to burn charge and encourage mental health, and there was basically no discussion of kinks, ever, but most of them were from similar genetic stock and had moderate-to-low libidos anyway.Ā
Reaver, for his part, is unaware of... just about every kink that exists. The kinkiest thing heās done so far is spread himself open for a partner to see/enjoy- though he would be open to learning, heās a curious mech at spark. A mirror in front of him would be right up his alley, among other things, and would get him all flustered and blushy. Admiration is another good way to get him acting considerably less stoic, and itās not difficult- he may be intimidating, but heās quite attractive, and his equipment is a particularly deep shade of that gorgeous blue-green.Ā
If you want to get this guy relaxed, servo-feeding him is the way to go. His group would semi-regularly feed each other from energon cubes or other vessels as a sort of bonding exercise, something like a reminder that they held each otherās lives in their servos, and itās a symbol of trust and safety to him. Feeding him directly from oneās servos, though it might require some gentle coaxing, would have him beautifully relaxed almost immediately. Itās not a kink, itās more the meaning, the intent, that calms him. The experience helps, too.Ā
Heās much kinder than his name would suggest. His former home had a thing for dramatic names, really. Donāt get me wrong, heās very capable in battle, good with blasters, energy bows, and a type of energy bullwhip meant for use in combat. The flamethrower-breath helps, too. Reaver isnāt overly fond of battle, really- heās willing to fight, if needed, but doesnāt tend to like loud situations, violence, or killing.Ā
Another part of him does, though.Ā
Reaver has DID, dissociative identity disorder. Thatās the new name for multiple personality disorder, essentially. Itās characterized by the presence of two or more distinct personalities in the same body, usually with each personality not conscious/aware while another is presenting. Some people may not even know whatās going on, they just have memory gaps. Reaver knows about his alternate thanks to his former compatriots, and the shows she likes to leave for him.
Her name is Ravager, and she is not pleasant, but fortunately doesnāt surface often. She surfaced the first time Reaver was in a situation where he had to abandon his morals in favor of violent, dirty, underhanded combat. He probably always had the potential for her to turn up, and trying to reconcile his own response to the situation, his evident willingness to abandon his own morals, caused his processor to split the destructive, violent impulses off into Ravager.Ā
She functions as a completely separate person, but a simple one: violent, bloodthirsty, wanting nothing more than carnage. Ravager thinks Reaver is soft and weak, and will probably get them both killed- he nearly has, several times, and only survived because Reaver surfaced to do everything it took to keep their collective frame alive. Fortunately, sheās easily bored, and vanishes entirely when thereās no more fighting to do- though not without ripping up the corpses to leave a nice, horrifying show for Reaver.Ā
Reaver tells himself that he can keep Ravager under control. He canāt, but, really, you canāt blame the guy. It takes a particular type of panicked, pained adrenaline to bring her up, so she really only shows when heās literally about to die. Reaver canāt be blamed for not focusing on much of anything internal while trying not to die. Fortunately, she only shows up in those situations- anything less, and she may as well not be in there at all.Ā