Name: Caduceus
Faction: Autobot
Height: 18 feet
Gendertype: Mech
Alt. Mode: 1998 Ford F-150
Basic Physical Description: He is densely built, like most protoforms, being solid and plain, with no visible optics, and has very soft,
sensitive hands.
Description or picture of alt. mode: http://images04.olx.com/ui/2/83/31/f_17428231_1.jpeg
Personality: Steady, reliable, patient. Caduceus is very friendly and outgoing, especially once he warms up to a locale.
History: Sparked Autobot as a companion for an old femme, Caduceus-then named Mica-was a bright, cheerful fellow. No one was a stranger to him,
Autobot and Decepticon alike. Chalcedony, his creator, was showing her age, and starting to need more frequent repairs and monitoring.
Mica, ever curious and helpful, watched the medics, who indulged him and began to teach the younging. With much time and training, Mica
became a fully vested medic, specializing in geriatrics. Heartbreak was a frequent companion in his chosen field, but no death struck him as hard
as Chalcedony's. Mica nearly lost his mind with grief, but his other patients and friends made the loss easier to bear.
For so many millennia, that was his life: repair the ones he could, comfort and ease the passing of those he couldn't. It was a good life, and it made Mica happy.
Then came the War. As with so many, it turned Mica's life upside-down. Suddenly, even medics had sides, and treating the wrong mech or femme was a death sentence. So many flaunted the unspoken edict, and some paid the price. Mica was one such medic.
To this day, he wasn't certain of what happened. He knew he had been attacked and suffered significant damage, but little else, not even the identity of those who attacked him. Truly, he was lucky to simply be discovered and brought to a clinic to be repaired. Because of the war effort, materials were in short supply, and Mica was at the bottom of the triage ladder. The damage cost him his optics, as well as permanently reshaping his head, something that even his IRS couldn't combat.
Perhaps the most difficult thing after he discovered his new handicap was that he was of no use as a medic. His profession relied on sight, and a blind mech was of no use. For a few centuries, he ghosted from place to place, filling in as unskilled labor where he could. Finally, another medic took pity on him, and together, they worked on improvements to his dermal sensors, as well as re-teaching Mica. Once the training was complete, he took the name Caduceus, and did his best to return to his duties. Unlike some medics, he was unbothered by tight quarters or being unable to see what he was doing, for obvious reasons. He assisted trauma medics with skill, and was there to talk to those who had survived.
Gradually, the War slowed to a crawl, and the warriors began to speak of peace to be found on a small blue planet, far away from
everything.
Weapons: None.
Armor level: Medium overall, doubled on vital areas.
