Life was wonderful, I had my mom and dad. We would go everywhere, always riding the motorcycles to feel the wind in our hair. That changed in 2050, I was born in 2025, I dont remember my birthday because it was never celebrated after the attacks. Now I just live from town to town, buying whats needed for me and the autobot with me, Harley, who is of course a harley davidson bike.

With ripped blue jeans covered in dirt, a dark cream camisole with a windbreaker jacket, combot boots; never know when your gonna need them. and head phone wtih cat ears on top so i can talk to harley when riding. Yea life is just grand. I blame both side, but more so of the decepticons because all they do is kill and move on, if the city doesnt have what they need. My hair is always up due to it be hot as hell on the planet, its not winter yet. But with harley we are looking for the key that everyone is looking for, its said it can stop this war thats going on, I aim to find it or it find me, whichever comes first.