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Star-Horder

Star-Horder is a former courier, and current Decepticon medic, who has lost faith in Megatron but cannot bear to leave his comrades behind to join the Autobots. He is kind and compassionate with a strong sense of justice and feels a personal responsibility to do what he can to help and care for others, especially those who get left in the margins. Though he seems extraverted, he often feels alienated in most social settings and as a result has difficulty connecting with others on a deeper level. But once he feels like you're a true friend and not just a "buddy" or "acquaintance", he's incredibly loyal and dedicated to those he loves.

Early Life

When Star Horder was still developing as a sparkling, his protoform was exposed to high levels of UV radiation, damaging his CNA. This genetic mutation left him with chronic pain and fragile plating prone to warping under stress. Superficial signs of the mutation include his asymmetrical chevron and his “freckles”. Shortly after he was forged, someone made a comment about his markings, saying it looked like the sparkling had wrapped himself in stars he’d snatched out of the sky. After that comment, he was named Star Horder.

Before the War

As a racing frame he was assigned work in a high-paced environment, ending up as a courier bot, traveling across the city making deliveries. While his work put him in contact with a wide array of bots from all classes, most people he encountered were from the upper classes since they could afford to send small deliveries back and forth and send the mech on minor errands for their personal convenience.

Unfortunately, Star Horder’s weakened frame and chronic pain were never taken into account when putting him to work in the functionist society. So, over time the long hours and constant movement took a toll on Star Horder’s body. He began to burn out, physically and emotionally, and when it started to impact his quality of work, he was chastised for it. Impatient, high class mechs accustomed to having their whims quickly catered to were unsympathetic to his state, asserting that a decline in the quality of his work was nothing but a sign of laziness. An offense to the well oiled systems of society and a rebellion against your duty to your fellow mech. This was the start of Star Horder’s radicalization.

As he encountered more and more bots, he came to envy those lucky enough to be declared suitable for academia. By making acquaintances with his frequent recipients, they began to give him hand me down data pads they wanted to get rid of, letting Star Horder build up his own little library of knowledge. As a result, he became familiar with many academic topics, and discovered a particular interest in Cybertronian history and biology, which would go on to serve him later.

Another type of hand me down he collected was art supplies. His favorite place to get supplies was the dumpsters in the art district where he ended up meeting Slipshot, a young artist who specialized in graphic design. The two became fast friends and Star began building community as he accompanied Slip to underground galleries and encountered artist collectives. This new community was active in politics, primarily made up of middle and low class bots tired of the oppressive functionist regime. Slipshot and Star Horder produced political art and graffiti together but when it came time to decide on allegiances, Slipshot refused to choose, deeply opposed to violence. Star Horder however, chose to follow the Decepticons, clinging to the promise of a societal freedom that would give him relief from the limits of his frame.

Present Day

Despite his physical unsuitability for combat, the ‘Cons found a place for him, putting him under the tutelage of a medic named Vex. Vex is a tiny bot, not built for medicine, but he was determined to find his way into the practice, and eventually succeeded against functionist wishes. He’s socially awkward, unsettling, and is known to have some *peculiar* interests, but if you ignore all that, he’s a wonderful doctor. Star learned from him quickly, and soon became one of the med bay’s most beloved nurses, since he easily balances Vex’s horrendous bedside manner with his own gentleness and bright smile.

As the war progresses, and the Decepticon cause becomes distorted, Star Horder begins to regret his decision to join the ‘Cons. He grows depressed and anxious, but he can’t bring himself to leave. He has nowhere to go, still has resentment for the Autobots, and doesn’t want to abandon the comrades he’s come to deeply care for. He decides that he has to see things through to the end, regardless of the betrayal he feels from Decepticon Command. At this point, his goal is to get as many bots out of this ordeal alive as he possibly can, and though his hope for it dwindles by the day, he still greets each patient with a smile.

NSFW Information

Star Horder has a high libido, but low desire to actually interface. He’s content self servicing and admiring other mechs from afar. Part of this is a genuine enjoyment for being single, but it’s also partially because love during war is daunting and he’s watched too many be ripped apart by it. A quick frag with an acquaintance is usually more trouble than it’s worth, but win him over and you’re in for a night of passion.

Star frags like he’s in love, every single time. It might be his depression, or it might be another side effect of his genetics, but Star has a difficult time overloading, especially with a partner, which is probably why his interest in interface is so low. If all he wanted was to overload, he’d never frag another mech again. He has an affinity for plug and play, though he’s met very few mechs he’s trusted enough to do it with. The type of sensation and synergy it provides is intoxicating to him and it’s much easier for him to get off during plug and play sessions.

More often than not he bottoms, but he’s not submissive. At least not with an aggressive partner. He’s absurdly gentle, unable to bring himself to physically harm anyone even if they ask for it. Rough interfacing isn’t on the table for him. Not just because it feels too aggressive, but also because of his physical fragility. Instead of physical domination, he aims for emotional domination. He’s a terrible tease, enjoying foreplay more than the actual frag.

He’ll spend days dirty talking a lover and making them do menial tasks for him just to boss them around. He makes people prove themselves, working them up until the want is palpable in the air. Ropes and whips bore him; it’s mind games he enjoys most. That’s how he manages to cultivate such intense passion every time. He builds desire until his partner feels feral and so desperate to touch him that they’re willing to cave to his every request. In the end, he surely provides, making sure his partner walks away satisfied.

Fun Facts

• Star Horder is my Transformers sona, so his design is made to reflect me. His freckles are like my freckles and keratosis, his moon shaped chevron mimics my deep side part and uneven bangs, and he has a genetic disorder mimicking my own connective tissue disorder.