I'm an insane gearhead who can't keep from tinkering with whatever machinery happens to be in arm's reach. I play most FPS games near-religiously, I think the way the world ends is by zombie apocalypse (I'm prepared, are you?), and my other personality is a sentient glazed ham. Any other questions are to be immediately redirected to him. I've already died several times, but something about me refuses to stay dead. On each occasion, I've brought myself back, sometimes forming from out of the ether, sometimes possessing someone else's body and altering it to my unique physiology. Or sometimes just waking up. Oh, and I play bass guitar.
Likes:
Weaponry, sword-fighting, gaming, sneaking about in a creepy fashion, administering boots to the head, etc.
Absolute, undying hatreds:
Twilight, Robert Pattinson, My Immortal, FREAKING PONY-TARDS, you get the idea. If it sparkles, I'm gonna give it a boot to the head.
Current Residence: Outside of conventional reality.
Favourite genre of music: Cybergoth/industrial metal
Operating System: A positronic biomatrix fueled by the disembodied brain of Abraham Lincoln.
MP3 player of choice: YouTube
Shell of choice: A cardboard box
Skin of choice: OctoCamo
Favourite cartoon character: Xigbar (technically a game character, but oh well.)
Personal Quote: Bitch, I'm riding a Jabberwock.