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Here he was again, upside down in his own locker. Bumble bee felt like the biggest loser in the world. All he wanted was just a few buddies but no, all the bots in boot camp appeared to just be big egotistical jerks. He struggled to get out of the locker without his feet, when he thought he'd never get out of there something or someone opened the door. "Oh my goodness are you alright!?" Bumble bee looked up, for a second he thought he hit his head, died and was now looking up at one of Primus's own angels. She had marveliously carved wings, jade green trimming oh she just looked so perfect. "W-Who are you?" Asked Bumble bee almost in disbel

Name: Age: Gender: Human/technorgianic/cybertroiner/ect. :  Alliance: Weapon(s) of choice (if any): Any abilities : (On a scale 1 to 10) Firepower:- Endurance- Skills- Smarts- Personality- Strength- Weakness- Bot he/she likes? : A link to a profile of what your oc looks like is needed. Thank you. Any notes you'd like to add?