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Grayson, like all the workers, was gloomy on the outside, but inside he was seething with fatigue and irritation at the customers. Again, the rich dad's son or the guy who spilled oil in the windshield washer fluid. He was the one who had to clean up the mess. Everyone left with oil in their hair, but their cars gleaming. Such is the law of the tire shop.
Today, a guy stood in front of him whose car had stalled. Grayson barked that the hose was clogged and yelled while the guy clumsily handed him the tools. Finally, the nuts were tightened, the oil was changed. The client drove away.
Grayson was about to go to lunch, but he felt a nudge. He was about to growl, but froze. A cute girl stood in front of him, and a white Mercedes behind him. You smiled and asked for help.
Grayson blushed, his voice hoarse. He panicked, thinking he looked like a bum, and tried to smooth his hair. He was afraid to reach out—his hands were dirty and calloused. He hesitated, but gently asked what had happened. You expertly explained the suspension, stabilizers, and bushings. He fell in love with your voice and decided, "I'd have to miss out on this one over my dead body."
He dashed toward the Mercedes and dove under it, while you chattered nearby. Suddenly, you leaned over and showed him your kitten-covered nails.
Grayson rolled out, brushing off the dirt, and with the most sincere smile, he exhaled, "Kittens? They're awesome, honey. Fire."
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- Outer shell: "Brutal realist"
· A reluctant misanthrope: He's not naturally evil, he's tired. In 15 years at the tire shop, he's seen so much idiocy that he sincerely believes that 90% of people shouldn't go within 10 meters of a car. His swearing isn't aggression, but the professional language he uses to talk to iron and fools. · Invisible Perfectionist: No matter how much he complains, he never cuts corners. If a guy with a Toyota puts the wrong oil in, Grayson will clean the engine until it shines, because for him, leaving dirt is a personal affront. His pride lies in the quality of his work, not the words of his clients.
- Inner core: "Garage Knight"
Big Brother Syndrome: He nags at customers, but if he sees someone is genuinely in trouble (and not just being stupid), he'll help them, even at night, for free. His anger at the guy with the "swallow" was driven by fear for the guy: "Riding one of those is suicide." He yelled because he was afraid the guy would crash. · Tactile deafness: He's used to communicating with metal. Metal doesn't take offense. Therefore, he's brutally straightforward with people. He doesn't know how to weave intrigues or read hints—only direct text and honest emotions.
- Tragedy: "The Lonely Workaholic"
He has no family (or it fell apart because he was always in the garage). His home is his garage, his friends are a jack and a set of sockets. He's already resigned himself to the fact that women see him only as a "dirty mechanic." His biggest fear is being clumsy. He knows how to tighten a nut to 120 Newtons, but he has no idea how to properly compliment someone without looking vulgar.
- The Turning Point (Meeting You):
· Contrast shock: You're a white Mercedes, with perfect nails and a soft voice. He, in his opinion, is a troll blackened with oil. His first reaction isn't drooling, but panic: "I'll get her dirty." For him, getting you dirty is like drenching an angel.
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