CENSERE the NECROBOT

Censere is a very lonely mech. Since the founding of civilization on Cybertron he’s been resigned to numbering the dying. His weary old frame has taken a beating over the megavorns, and by now he’s lost both pairs of arms, using the wings of his metamoth beast alt as both a cloak and clumsy hands. He has an odd relationship with the fabric of reality, slipping between layers with naught but a thought, allowing him to be present for every death and write it down. Glimpses of him throughout history have started the legend of the Necrobot, a fearsome cryptid who silently stalks people to take their sparks. Since the majority of mecha see a looming, battered, mothlike figure appear out of nowhere and react in fear, Censere has not had much conversation directed at him other than terrified screams. He usually totes around the Magnificence, acting as the little orb’s hands and feet to enact whatever schemes it’s come up with this time. Right now, he busies himself assisting Bludgeon in tracking the mysterious heroes, despite having no personal grudge against them, because it’s what he’s been commanded to do. Even alone, he is not a master of his own will, and he must bow to a more powerful force than himself, or suffer an even greater pain than the ravages of time…

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