[ cell ]

[[ crow ]]

Name: Cell

Race: Bot

Gender: Mech

Age: Unknown

Origin: Cybertron

Allegiance: Unknown. He's a "People Bot".

Description: Cell can be described as a laid-back mech. Nothing really gets to him and it takes a lot to get under his armor and cause him to feel anger. He’ll spend most of his free time (in fact, let’s just say all of his free time) lounging around and doing practically nothing except surf the human’s internet or watch their television shows. Yeah, he’s a bit lazy too. There’s no problem with it though, he does plenty of hard work.

Perhaps he’s a bit too laid back. He hardly takes any criticism or negative comments, simply because he doesn’t realize that they’re made to annoy him or get him upset. And while he has been known to feel the influence of a compliment, those too often bounce right off his armor. He just feels like he has all the time in the world on his hands, there’s no point in rushing things or having others comment on how they’re going.

Cell is also not a fan of secrets. He likes having everything out in the open. He’ll always be sharing his day with someone (anyone) just so he knows he’s not hiding anything. When Cell feels like someone’s hiding something from him it becomes a top priority to find out what and why. But only if the someone matters will he be proper about it. If he doesn’t like you he’ll just beat it out of you.

And while he’s not a bot to just randomly go up to one and engage in conversation, he’s not reclusive. He’ll talk to you if you speak first or if he finds you really interesting. It’s easy enough for him to ‘make friends’, but it’s not a hobby he finds himself doing often.

Looking for a fight or trying to start trouble is also a no-no on his list. If it’s not for fighting crime or protecting Max, Cell will never resort to violence. Call him a coward but he’d rather run than get into a fight with someone if nothing extremely important is at stake.

The last thing about Cell is his obsessive possessiveness. Ever since arriving here on Earth, memory less and purposeless, the only thing he had found worth actually doing is watching over Max, the first human he really met. Yeah he’ll aid with crime but that’s more like a hobby. With Max he has the strongest urge – no, need – to protect and never let the human come to harm.

Whenever Max is around someone that Cell himself can’t trust the mech will be on his guard like there’s no tomorrow. He’ll be uptight and snappy, except to Max, and get on quite literally a “hair trigger”. He’s learned to be able to trust the humans that Max hangs around enough and also trust the firemen that he stays with—but besides them no one else.

Cell is an average sized bot. Not short, though definitely it wouldn’t hurt if had been taller, he’s also not built for anything in particular. He’s not bulky for battle or slim for speed, kinda a happy medium. His coloring is black and white, thanks to the police car he scanned, and is pretty balanced between the two colors. Cell bears no symbol to hint at an allegiance and his green optics don’t help in that matter either.

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Past: He landed on Earth in the state of California, far from where the other Cybertronians (unknowingly) lived. Cell landed in the middle of a severe block fire, making his own crash rather unknown. During the panic no one paid attention to the large robot who was still trying to get his functions working again.

The first thing he noticed was the building that seemed to be the cause of the widespread fire. He wanted a closer look but only a few types of cars were allowed near the building. So, improvising, Cell scanned a Police Car and approached the building, watching the humans try to save it. When the chief called for a retreat Cell was perfectly ready to pull out with them. That is, if he hadn’t heard the organic cry.

He cursed his better hearing before wiping up a holoform that looked at human as he could manage. In afterthought he thinks he did a pretty good job for his first shot. The holorform ran into the burning building, unfazed by the flames and falling timbers, and made its way to wear the screams were coming from. Finding the human, the holoform made quick work of the debris which prevent escape before pulling the human out, getting him away from the building and to the nearest med bay.

Cell, as a police car, stalked the hospital where the human healed for the next few days. Few wondered about the police car that never seemed to move from in front of the hospital, but no one asked. It wasn’t until the human, Max, was released did Cell move. He followed the human around for the next few days until finally he noticed. Of course, Cell had no problem explaining everything to Max. He even declared himself the human’s personal guardian, to which the other laughed and said there was no way an alien robot should waste time on a mere human.

As Max walked away a truck came barreling down the street, driver unable to control the vehicle. Cell acted quickly and stopped the car, saving both Max and the driver but compromising his identity as a normal cop car.

From there he began working as an actual cop would. The public jumped at the idea of having their own ‘giant robot’ (news of the other ones had spread far) guarding the streets and Cell jumped at the idea of having something to do. Though, protecting Max came first. The student was always at college though and Cell deemed the place safe enough not to need 24/7 lookout.

He spent most of his time in one of the fire departments, befriending the firemen who worked there and helping them with their jobs as well as aiding the police. He was pretty happy with his new life here. With no memories of Cybertron or other mechs there really was nothing to miss.

Recently Max decided he wanted to attend school somewhere else. California was beginning to bore him and there were other colleges he could go to and continue learning from. Like Detroit, he suggested. That way he could happily attend a college and Cell could be around others of his own race. Cell was reluctant to leave (mostly because it meant having to learn to trust people all over again) but at Max’s begging he gave in and the two made their way to Detroit.

Other: The only one of his weapons to survive his fall to Earth were two scatter blasters. They proved useful enough for aiding in fighting Earth crime, but the firefighters he lived with saw it fit to equip him with a flamethrower for no real decent reason. Oh well, it’s not like he uses it. At least, he’s never had to use it.

I am a Decepticon.
Gosh knows that’s possible.

[prowl]

I love his possessive hitch with Max, unusual for a mech, yet a charming characteristic accepted!