"I'll help whoever I damn well please!"
Doc Roc[]
Personality[]
Doc Roc never was much of a fighter. He was always interested in helping people as much as he could. He's quite the hermit, and is the sort of person you summon when you need them, and then who disappears when they are no longer needed. He's no stranger to social interaction, and is fairly bombastic when the urge strikes him, but again, he is prone to just disappearing once he's sated. Since he's discovered his Suit, he's taken to floating in orbit around the planet, lost in thought and just watching the cosmos until someone calls for help. He's no coward in combat, and while land in the thick of combat to protect the wounded, using his innate durability and array of drones to ward off any aggressors while he heals the dying. Rarely will he pick a side when it comes to who he heals, often beating back the very people he was just healing to keep them off the enemy he's patching up. Outside of mandatory skin to skin contact for his healing, Doc Roc doesn't spend time outside of his suit if he can avoid it, prefering to exist as the giant avian mech he pilots.
Appearance[]
Tall and broad, Doc sticks out in a crowd, due to his massive mane of red/grey hair and his resonating, booming voice. He wears an assortment of jeans and jackets when out of his suit, prefering an old and battered leather jacket, covered in an assortment of band patches and locations of interest he's visited.
Relations & Allies[]
As it stands, Doc Roc keeps to himself, only coming out from orbit when he finds someone in need of help. He's sure there are a lot of little people out there who remember the giant bird man coming out of the sky and giving them a helping hand
The Suit[]
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