Mirage

Who, me? Well obviously I’m the one and only mirage. See I got this uh….well I actually have this other thing that….moving on, ehem. What I can do is make different holoforms they’re tangible copies of myself and I can make them as real and solid as I want. That’s pretty cool right? Yup I’m definitely really a cool dude, so how about it, buddies?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice.

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp.

Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

He’s an aristocratic playboy from cybertron that just so happened to join the autobot’s cause. Though he came from privilege and wealth his is humble, kind and generous to others.

There is the ritual of Conjunx Ritus that cybertronians do you court someone in a relationship which consists ouf four acts of affection and mutual kindness. This partner is called a conjunx endura and mirage doesn’t have one yet.

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them

Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears.

He has a Bronx accent and AAVE mannerisms