*Note: This *points up* picture IS my fault. Stjarna is actually my son, destined to
save the world from a supercomputer, conceived by myself on a trip to the past to save
the life of his mother from a rampaging cybernetic bodybuilder-turned-actor.
And if you believe that, I have a bridge, some swampland in Florida, and a combination
floor wax/dessert topping I'd like to sell you.
Characters:
Stjarna, bard. (Shaddap! He's lucky I remember he's a bard!)
Age:
Deduction time. T shirt, jeans, guitar, and cheap looking couch in background...
He's a grad student at the latest. 25 max, and that only if he's a lazy bastard like I am.
Marital Status:
Do married guys ever play guitar? That's a chick magnet trick from waaaaay back. My bet is 'single'.
Embarrassingly cute facts Nygel wants to share about him
because it's Nygel's page and he'll do what he wants:
I couldn't possibly make up anything else about him at this point; my creativity is tapped
for the nonce. 'Nonce'? Who the hell uses 'nonce'?!