An older male sackboy with really light grayish skin, mechanical eye and a steampunk-ish right arm to replace one that I lost in a factory accident. Named Dash.
For most of the time I was dressed in a white top covering my zipper, jeans and hard hat. Had some tags and ‘tattoos’ on my body and clothing. Usually covered in dirt and oil stains.
I was mainly a steel worker and damn good at my job working for the Factory of a Better Tomorrow. Knew my way around heavy machinery and mechanics and sackbots. My presence when the Negativitron attacked the Factory was mainly in rallying the autobots and machines to defend the place, even doing my part in helping most of the main group of heroes escape.
I tended to be grumpy and moody but honestly most of my colleagues were as well. Was a really vocal communist that helped in unionizing the Factory workers and we even tried a revolution to overthrow Clyde. It didn’t really work and he remained as leader but ended up complying to our requests after we unionized.
I had a small cottage by the hills. Lived there almost all my life with someone I once called my dear, but she had died long ago. I still moved on but could never get that shadow out of my heart. So work kinda became my life
