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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 take in 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. Perhaps it would be helpful to make a few extremely flattering drawings of me wearing fur or steel undergarments, holding some kind of impressively large weapon and riding a genetically-modified polar bear with spinning rims where its paws should be. I’m not married to the idea of being immortal if you want to go the gundam route instead, just make sure my hair doesn’t look stupid. Also make sure there’s nothing green on me except my piercing green eyes, which are capable of destroying all forms of life by projecting a laser-like beam of pure holographic cyborg blood. I look terrible in green, so the beam needs to be some other color that doesn’t suck. If you manage to fuck this up somehow, you’d better add a bunch of sparkles and blinky shit in it so I don’t notice. Actually, put a bunch of sparkles and blinky shit around everything. It’ll be in the contract. Believe it.