Refer to the Seldom Asked Questions page for a wealth of extremely unimportant information. Feel free to holler at me with your own questions and musings and compliments and marriage proposals. Sometimes I actually read those.

Hungry for more? Figures. This just about sums me up. You may also find me set-trippin’ on one of the other Internet ‘hoods graced by my stunning intelligence and timeless beauty. See icons below for my gang affiliations. Stalk me at your own risk. I have no idea what that means, but it’s still risky. I’m dangerous and very, very rugged.

 

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I know, I know. It’s a lot of information to absorb and you’re feeling overwhelmed with urges to write fan-fic about me, but you don’t even know where to start. It’s cool, this happens all the time. Begin with a few extremely flattering sketches of me bedecked in fur or steel undergarments, holding an impressively large weapon and riding on a genetically-modified polar bear that has spinning rims where its paws should be. I’m not married to the idea of being immortal if you'd rather go the gundam route, just make sure my hair doesn't look stupid. Also make sure you don't use any greens aside from my piercing hazel eyes. They are capable of destroying all forms of life by projecting laser-like beam of pure holographic cyborg blood whenever Pepsi products are nearby. We want to highlight that, so beams have to be some other color that doesn’t suck.

PLEASE NOTE: If you manage to fuck this up somehow, you’d better add a bunch of sparkles and blinky shit so I don’t notice. Actually wait...put a bunch of sparkles and blinky shit around everything. I'm serious. This is will be in the contract.