Reaver is a large Seeker, about mid-chassis-height to Megatron, with a build similar to Predaking’s but a bit lighter. Lots of sharp edges, all topped off with a pair of jet-black horns that sweep up from his helm. Impressive pair of up-swept wings, black clawtips, and a set of thrusters on his legs that he can use for brief flight in root mode.

His plating is patterned in a deep, intense grey and the blue of the first metal on this page http://www.alamy.com/stock-photo/charred-metal-surface.html, like singed metal, and his nanites fill in scar tissue in the same black as his horns. He has some assorted battle scars scattered around his frame, nothing too severe, including one that slashes down across his optic but missed the lens itself. His optics glow a deep, intense red, his features are sharp, and there are several vertical slits in each cheek. 

The slits look almost like scars, but are perfectly clean, and run all the way through and into his mouth. He can flare them open at will, and previously had the dentae directly through the slits made larger and sharper for intimidation purposes. There are odd singe marks around the slits, and exactly why that is becomes evident if he needs to threaten someone. Reaver can breathe fire, and can puff a quick gust of it through the slits to show that off, though he can’t do that for long- his face isn’t entirely fireproof, just heat-resistant. 

Reaver was formerly part of a group something like knights, all fallen to the war. They were devoted to the protection of the innocent, or the closest thing to innocent, and were very… shall we say, dramatic. They were sensible, though, nothing like the group/cult Vanguard was born into. They encouraged interface only on an as-needed basis to burn charge and encourage mental health, and there was basically no discussion of kinks, ever, but most of them were from similar genetic stock and had moderate-to-low libidos anyway. 

Reaver, for his part, is unaware of… just about every kink that exists. The kinkiest thing he’s done so far is spread himself open for a partner to see/enjoy- though he would be open to learning, he’s a curious mech at spark. A mirror in front of him would be right up his alley, among other things, and would get him all flustered and blushy. Admiration is another good way to get him acting considerably less stoic, and it’s not difficult- he may be intimidating, but he’s quite attractive, and his equipment is a particularly deep shade of that gorgeous blue-green. 

If you want to get this guy relaxed, servo-feeding him is the way to go. His group would semi-regularly feed each other from energon cubes or other vessels as a sort of bonding exercise, something like a reminder that they held each other’s lives in their servos, and it’s a symbol of trust and safety to him. Feeding him directly from one’s servos, though it might require some gentle coaxing, would have him beautifully relaxed almost immediately. It’s not a kink, it’s more the meaning, the intent, that calms him. The experience helps, too. 

He’s much kinder than his name would suggest. His former home had a thing for dramatic names, really. Don’t get me wrong, he’s very capable in battle, good with blasters, energy bows, and a type of energy bullwhip meant for use in combat. The flamethrower-breath helps, too. Reaver isn’t overly fond of battle, really- he’s willing to fight, if needed, but doesn’t tend to like loud situations, violence, or killing. 

Another part of him does, though. 

Reaver has DID, dissociative identity disorder. That’s the new name for multiple personality disorder, essentially. It’s characterized by the presence of two or more distinct personalities in the same body, usually with each personality not conscious/aware while another is presenting. Some people may not even know what’s going on, they just have memory gaps. Reaver knows about his alternate thanks to his former compatriots, and the shows she likes to leave for him.

Her name is Ravager, and she is not pleasant, but fortunately doesn’t surface often. She surfaced the first time Reaver was in a situation where he had to abandon his morals in favor of violent, dirty, underhanded combat. He probably always had the potential for her to turn up, and trying to reconcile his own response to the situation, his evident willingness to abandon his own morals, caused his processor to split the destructive, violent impulses off into Ravager. 

She functions as a completely separate person, but a simple one: violent, bloodthirsty, wanting nothing more than carnage. Ravager thinks Reaver is soft and weak, and will probably get them both killed- he nearly has, several times, and only survived because Reaver surfaced to do everything it took to keep their collective frame alive. Fortunately, she’s easily bored, and vanishes entirely when there’s no more fighting to do- though not without ripping up the corpses to leave a nice, horrifying show for Reaver. 

Reaver tells himself that he can keep Ravager under control. He can’t, but, really, you can’t blame the guy. It takes a particular type of panicked, pained adrenaline to bring her up, so she really only shows when he’s literally about to die. Reaver can’t be blamed for not focusing on much of anything internal while trying not to die. Fortunately, she only shows up in those situations- anything less, and she may as well not be in there at all.