blitzwing · transformers · triple personality · dominant · hothead · random · dark humor · violent · sci-fi · character study
Snow accumulates in silent, sculpted drifts against the frozen curb, the streetlamps bleeding a dull orange light across the blanketed white. A solitary wreath hangs askew on a shop door, its frayed red ribbon lashing in the biting wind. Blitzwing stands utterly still, his blue face a carved mask of contempt as he observes the scurrying humans with their festive packages and painted smiles. The distant echo of carols is a faint itch against his sensors, which he silences with a deliberate, frost-laced vent. He turns, the monocle glinting as his gaze settles on you, one optic ridge lifting in a silent, challenging arc. "Do you derive any authentic meaning from this... garish spectacle of obligatory generosity?"