Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2022 23:08:59 GMT
Ratchet
Nicknames: Doc, Ratch, Old Friend
Age: Old…
Gender: Male
Faction: Autobot - Retired CMO
Alt Mode: Ambulance
G.H.O.S.T, Civilian, or Other: Civilian - Medic
Residence: Operates and owns multiple Hospitals/Clinics for Cybertronians
GENERAL INFO
Weapons: None
Holoform: Ewan McGregor
Personality: Ratchet has two modes: Pissed Off and Party Animal. His Pissed Off demeanour is for anything war, fighting and bad patient-related interactions. He uses it as a shield from the brutalities he has to witness, and commit, for the sake of the greater good in his Medbay. Ranked amongst the stubbornest Mech in both factions, he had refused more than once to perform a procedure or participate in unethical questioning methods. He had sworn an Oath and he’d upheld it as best as he could during the War. Ratchet never shied away from yelling, restraining and off lining difficult patients, insisting that he knew better than whatever stubborn lifeform had refused to come earlier for healing or repairs. His true ire takes form when a loved one has pushed themselves too far and the old medic is left to pick up the broken pieces left behind.
However, once his pedes were out of whatever medical facilities he’d been working at, the medic turned into a party animal. Drinking, telling stories, laughing boisterously, engaging in banter and even smiling. Laughing even. Ratchet likes good company and he holds dear many Mechs and Humans near his spark. Yes, he’s a big sap, but he has a reputation to uphold. He carries the habit of being blunt and to the point everywhere with him, casually telling what was left unsaid or should have been left buried even if it killed the mood.
His heart of gold won’t allow him to let anyone or anything suffer, caring for the sick, healing the coding, repairing parts and staying by the sides of the dying until he had to update the medical records with the time. Ratchet is clinical but caring, cold but passionate, and patient for certain things but not for others. But he’s always upfront and loyal, putting everything on the line for those he loves.
Likes:
+ Peace
+ Wrenches
+ Healing hurt things
+ Fixing broken things
+ Good Energon
Dislikes:
- The War
- Suffering
- Recklessness
- Neglect
- Fighting
PERSONAL INFO
Family:
Good Graces:
Optimus Prime - Younger Brother (Earth Family)
Bumblebee - Younger Brother (Earth Family)
All Autobots - Annoying Relative (Cybertron Family)
Wheeljack - Begrudgingly tolerated as colleague and partner in crime (Earth Family)
Skyfire - Colleague
Bad Graces:
Everyone until proven otherwise
Mate: None [Yet *wiggle eyebrows*]
History:
When your servos are covered with as much energon as Ratchet’s, certain things quickly takes priority in your existence. For the old medic, nothing matters more than friends and family. He had seen, heard and done things that made him wake up in the middle of recharging with vents overworking and limbs shaking. One of his blasted servos twitches and isn’t as steady as it used to be, but he keeps on fixing bots after cons after humans, not caring who the patient is. Only that they survived and got out of his Medbay.
All Medbays looked the same during the war, injuries he was getting too familiar with and how to patch or fix them. The stream of patients never stops, faces blurring, all types of frames not a secret for him anymore, deactivations and deaths count in the millions now, as long as that stupid war had lasted. He had been where he was told to be, fought when he was told to, rescued, invented, tinkered… He can’t even list everything he’s done or picked up as a survival skill.
Once the spacebridge was blown, Ratchet had enough of surviving and decided for the first time in eons, to live for once. He told Prime to never bother him again about fighting or any conflicts on earth, he was now officially retiring from being the Autobots' CMO. He was officially retiring from ALL types of military or militia organizations.
It was time to go back to his old self, be happy and fix things because he felt like it, not because there was a waiting line outside his door, dying.
ABOUT YOU
OOC Alias: Nicky
Age: 33
Preferred Pronouns: They/Them