into: Attacking, disabling and then boarding Galactic Cruisers. Only to steal one of everyones socks and loosen the cap on all the salt shakers in the canteen.
not into: Being transmogrified into an Arcturian Megadonkey or going to prison.
makes me happy: Shooting aliens in the face. Piloting ships in a devil-may-care way. Trying to grow a quiff to flick back every time I say
makes me sad: Lack of a quiff for the express purposes above.
5 things i can't live without: Lube. Particle Disruptor. Utility Belt. Personal Freshness Wipes. Anti Apsyhixia Powder.
vices: Smoking cigars in an oxygen rich environment.
Listening to the voices in my head.
Flying with my force disruptor cannons off their saftey setting and permantly on their very unsafe setting.
thoughts on sg: It's okay
current crush: The singularity at the center of the black hole that now exists where my personal soul used to be.
stats: 6ft3 of ray gun totin' fury
body mods: Proximity Alarm in left shoulder. Forcefield disruptor in right forearm. Titanium funny bone replacement.
Nanobots that make my hair silky smooth and managable.
heroes: Ford Prefect
gets me hot: Super Novae.
favorite position: On the hood of my Space-Ferrari while riding a solar flare.
fantasy: To meet a fiesty leather-spacesuit clad astro-minx who can battle aliens with as much xenophobic fury as me. And to make attractive xenophobic babies with her.
sign: Warning: Unshielded Reactor Core
most humbling moment: Beholding the burning brilliance of a galactic core merging with the teardrop nebula and the spectacular radiation flares that resulted. That or discovering toast.
i lost my virginity: Twenty six years before I was born in a nasty accident involving a time machine, an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch and a pair of rubber bands. The precise details of the accident are not important because no one has ever managed to duplicate the exact circumstances under which it happened, and many people have ended up looking very silly, or dead, or both, trying.
