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Scatterhoard Rough — Description
Name: Scatterhoard, Scor (pronounced Score) for short
Race: Eukarian, avian (likely originating from the Cloud Walker tribe)
Faction: None
Status: Nomad
Height: 23 feet
Weight: Light weight structure, bird like
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual
Gender: Agendered, they/them
Alt mode: similar to secretary bird
Occupation: Prewar - performer, singer/dancer, During and post war: inspirational speaker and morale booster

Personality: They are calm and friendly yet have a tendency to be melodramatic. Their ego and self esteem seem to be quite healthy as their self confidence is practically radiant. Even after their current home in Iacon had been destroyed after time along with their career, they remained optimistic and positive. It has been their goal to keep up the spirits of any kind spark they cross, kindness surrounding them and their slightly narcissistic aura. They are vary balanced overall.

History: Being born after the immigration to Eukaris, they only really knew the lift in the organic filled world. It felt nice to live in an environment to stretch their wings and feel soft earth beneath their talon like pedes. However, it felt like something was missing. One way or another, they managed to find a way to Cybertron, hiding their frame under crudely made cloaks as they fell in love with the metallic scenery. After some time, keeping mostly out of sight, it was when they found a mostly abandoned location where it seemed the constructs of the outer edge of the town formed a natural amphitheater. Here they sang. It turns out the area wasn't as abandoned as assumed and a much larger mech found them. A mech traveling through this small town unknown to Scor. This mech decided he could use the talent to make money, bringing the disguised Scor back to Iacon where he groomed the feathered Eukarian to perform.

Once settled, the agent found out just where the smaller was from, the history of the beast modes being chased from Cybertron, they both settled on elegant fabrics to drape over the feathers and animal like appendages. This allowed Scor to continue working and living on Cybertron with little worry of being punished or chased back to the primal planet they were born on. Raising in popularity over time, they became more and more lax with their hidden frame and just before Iacon fell, it became public knowledge to those who cared that they were truly Eukarian. But the fall ended in the death of their agent and Scor going into hiding to avoid the war. A pampered life as a performer had not groomed them for war, the life and survival on Eukaris long forgotten in what Scor considered the paradise of Cybertron.

Now they wander, typically adorning the cloak they crudely made for the trip to Cybertron, helping who they can and trying to give any who would listen hope and a break from the violence and discourse.

Scatterhoard and art are mine