• Date joined:2011-02-03
  • City:Siler City
  • Gender:Male
  • Alignment:Good
  • Points:11 Points
  • Ranked:Currently Disabled

A guy who likes stuff and things. I like being on the good side though I think I'd make a good villain. I already have a sack of puppies ready to drown (standard changing from good to evil protocol)  in case I decide to become a jerk.
 
Bio: I was born to two very forgetful rich parents in Santa Babara. One day my father went to Russia to fight bears. He brought me along for some reason when I was still two years old. During one of his intense battles against the bear hordes (Which had teamed up with the local wolves to fight this common enemy) he suffered a papercut while folding his money cigar. Deciding the wound he just suffered was too serious to continue slaughtering animals he called in his emergency helicopter (Made of gold) to airlift him to the nearest hospital. He left behind hundreds of dead bears and wolves (Also one dead moose who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time) Oh he also left me behind. That's kinda important. The new wolf/bear clan discovered me and argued  about what they should do with my tasty defenseless body. The wolves voted on devouring me while the wiser bears decided that killing me will solve nothing. A quick battle broke out and the bears were victorious. They took me in and raised me as one of their own. After a couple of years living with the bears I decided that living in the wild sucked. I said goodbye to my bear family and I made my way to civilization. The rest of the story will be told on some other day. Don't like it? Too bad. I'm the writer.