I'm weird. That's all you need to know. 

Name: You can call me Vice, or Assass1n13

Gender: I'm pretty sure it's obvious at this point.

Age: No. Why do you want to know? 

Birthday: Jan 5, year- dude, I already said no. I was taught 'stranger danger' and all that jazz.

Prowl is my beloved wife, who I am 100% NORMAL FOR. (Haha, no I'm not. I'm insane for him. Someone save him)

I'm a Decepticon sniper, so you probably won't see me in battle. But you'll know I'm there when the Autobots start falling over dead with holes in their chests.

If I ever switched factions, my name would be Stratagem. 

Transformers is the reason I'm here. 
Literally the only reason I came to wattpad. 

I am obsessed with it (probably to an unhealthy degree), but so what? Fight me. I dare you. I'm gonna win. Don't test me.

I grew up watching G1 with my brother at his grandma's house, where we drank those weird juice bottles that were literally just colored sugar(my mom hated that), and you oddly enough can't find anymore. Wonder why...

 "TRANSFORMERS WILL RETURN AFTER THESE MESSAGES" is literally my entire childhood.


Ok. . .welp, bye!

(LOL, I took the test, and I'm a Slytherin😈)