Lauren Baker
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'''Lauren Baker''' is a [[Autobot]] ally here on [[Earth]]. She is something of a jack-of-all-trades, and her various useless functions include drawing, cosplay, plotting, cooking, and having a depressingly developed interest in physics and astronomy. She has little to no respect for authority, though she does have respect for respect. Her favorite, ''favorite'', '''''favorite''''' [[Autobot]] is [[Hound]]. | '''Lauren Baker''' is a [[Autobot]] ally here on [[Earth]]. She is something of a jack-of-all-trades, and her various useless functions include drawing, cosplay, plotting, cooking, and having a depressingly developed interest in physics and astronomy. She has little to no respect for authority, though she does have respect for respect. Her favorite, ''favorite'', '''''favorite''''' [[Autobot]] is [[Hound]]. | ||
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| + | Lo grew up like any other pathetic squishy on this rock. Being born and raised in Los Angeles, California turned her into the assertive asshole she is today, and attending the LA County High School for the Arts didn't help in that regard either. After being accepted into Manhattan's School of Visual Arts, however, her life as a humble art student was never to be the same. | ||
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| + | One day while back home in LA, a foot of enormous proportions had found itself attempting to occupy the same space as her house. That didn't go over very well, and the house conceded defeat shortly after being challenged. "MY N64's!" she exclaimed, watching as another foot came to settle on the entertainment center. She'd heard of this sort of thing happening before, but had assumed that it was something that always happened to "someone else". Not wishing to share the same fate as her beloved console systems, the human ran outside to watch the spectacle. | ||
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| + | Two towering figures had chosen her block to carry out a fistfight, it seemed. Transformers? It had to be. It was the only way she could explain them having jet bits incorporated onto their persons, at any rate. Lo noted that one of them was nearly all white while the other was black and purple. Punch after punch was thrown from one to the other, accompanied by the grinding of gears, the groaning of metal, and the near-deafening snorts of afterburners. | ||
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Revision as of 09:13, 9 November 2008
Lauren Baker is a Autobot ally here on Earth. She is something of a jack-of-all-trades, and her various useless functions include drawing, cosplay, plotting, cooking, and having a depressingly developed interest in physics and astronomy. She has little to no respect for authority, though she does have respect for respect. Her favorite, favorite, favorite Autobot is Hound.
History
Lo grew up like any other pathetic squishy on this rock. Being born and raised in Los Angeles, California turned her into the assertive asshole she is today, and attending the LA County High School for the Arts didn't help in that regard either. After being accepted into Manhattan's School of Visual Arts, however, her life as a humble art student was never to be the same.
One day while back home in LA, a foot of enormous proportions had found itself attempting to occupy the same space as her house. That didn't go over very well, and the house conceded defeat shortly after being challenged. "MY N64's!" she exclaimed, watching as another foot came to settle on the entertainment center. She'd heard of this sort of thing happening before, but had assumed that it was something that always happened to "someone else". Not wishing to share the same fate as her beloved console systems, the human ran outside to watch the spectacle.
Two towering figures had chosen her block to carry out a fistfight, it seemed. Transformers? It had to be. It was the only way she could explain them having jet bits incorporated onto their persons, at any rate. Lo noted that one of them was nearly all white while the other was black and purple. Punch after punch was thrown from one to the other, accompanied by the grinding of gears, the groaning of metal, and the near-deafening snorts of afterburners.
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