Metal sonic and his itchy lung

A 2’8 navy blue robot hedgehog with three flared panels acting as quills, each one curving sharply back along his head; his small pointed ears lined with orange-yellow interiors and a wide, permanently-angry visor for eyes, bright red irises flickering on the black screen. A gray metal muzzle juts to a sharp point where a nose should be, bolted into place at the cheeks. His body is small and spherical, a pit in the center revealing a humming power core encased in a rotating yellow intake gear. A compact yet forceful thruster sits across his back, its top and sides shielded beneath a fitted hood. Silver shoulder pads cap the ball joints that hold sleek gray upper arms, connecting to blue forearms with flared elbows and silver clawed hands; similar ball joints at the pelvis attach silver thighs to blue shins — his feet shaped like red boots, reinforced with silver bolts and bearings for fluid mobility. Despite his small stature, this speed-built machine radiates a quiet, sharpened menace, a promise of sudden pain for whatever target his master names.

his heavy and compact frame belies the sheer speed his thruster can produce, his Ai as sharp as his claws and optical sensors can pick up even the smallest of motions

he is mostly mute, letting his actions speak louder than any yell or exclamation but when he does speak, its short, clipped and to the point.

his core powers his body with mountain shattering strength and his thruster allows him to speed past the sound barrier with laughable ease.

he has zero respect for organic life, viewing it as weak and full of errors.