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Ahem, greetings my fellow sentient beings! If you're here at my profile, that must mean you want to know a little more about me, correct? Well, I shall give you just what you seek, unless it's something completely random, and should you have any questions for me whatsoever, you are free to ask.My name is Wildstreak, and I'm a Cybertronian from a distant meteoroid. Yes, I was not created on Cybertron, seeing as it's a dying planet from the wars and all. The shell my newly created spark was put into was a med-bot one, so that is the occupation I was meant to have. My creators however, grabbed two shells at random while leaving Cybertron, one mech shell and one femme shell for whichever gender sparkling they created. They didn't have any medical training themselves, and thus were unable to teach me the duties.
I am a million years old, and by the human standards of measurements, I am 16 feet tall and 1 metric ton.
Of course, being an Autobot, my optics are a bright blue, not yet dulled from centuries of war.
I am a medical bot trainee under the guidance of Ratchet, the Chief Medbot of the team stationed on Earth, commanded under the Optimus Prime.
My alt. mode isn't exactly suited for care of humans, but it would allow me to get to wounded before Ratchet or Jolt and perform basic stabilizing procedures.
I adore the Lamborghini twins, and also wish to train under them in the ways of pulling pranks, and I've already got what must be the best one in my processors~..
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Ooc: Oh god yes. Haha. xDD
Ooc: Haha, yeah~ : D
Ooc: OH FRAG YES. Haha, that would be a heck of a lot of fun. 8D
Ooc: Hopefully it won't be another one of those items that makes your face black, that kind of got old with the second one. xD
Ooc: Yeah, I might have a look into that. : D
Ooc: Awesomes. : D
Ooc: Eh, I'm okay I guess. Yourself?
Ooc: Awesomes. C: Hehe~
Ooc: Yeah, haha. Hope you don't mind. C: