| The man behind the Madness | ||||||||||||
| Name: Clayton Underwood Age: 27 Hair: Dark brown, messy Eyes: Dark blue Height: 6'8" Weight: I weigh a metric ton. Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas Hobbies: Writing poetry, (duh) listening to music (power metal and gothic, mostly. I currently am in love with Lacuna Coil and Dragonforce), playing video games, surfing the internet, pen and paper rpgs (RIFTS, Exalted, Shadowrun, and Legend of the 5 Rings) going to class, and daydreaming about destroying all the stupid people on the planet. Personality/About me: Usually if I'm talking to you, I'm in a good mood and I'm a pretty funny guy. When I'm depressed, I don't talk to anyone. I either turn up the music and try to drown in it, or I go somewhere to be alone. I'm incredibly shy around women, which doesn't help my dating life much. I seem to attract these crazy psycotic females who need to be locked in a small padded room and fed horse tranquilizers all day. They frighten me. A lot. I do drink, but not that much, just a beer or two every once in a while. I smoke a pipe (tobacco, not marijuanna, you miscreants!) and have a weakness for vanilla flavored tobacco. (It just smells so damn good!) My absolute favorite peice of clothing is the full-length black cape I had made. But, alas, the poor thing is worn out after several years of hard use. I'm looking to have another made. yay. Favorites: Color: blue Non-color: black Musical genre: power metal Weather: cool, rainy, gloomy days OS: Linux Web Browser: Konqueor or Lynx Web site: www.illwillpress.com Processor: AMD all the way... fuck Intel and the horse they rode in on. Console system: Sega Genisis Console game: Shadowrun for Sega Genisis PC game: Roller Coaster Tycoon Welding Electrode: 6011 Fabric: cotton; the fabric of our goddamn lives. Movie: The Crow Actor: Robin Williams Band: Sonata Artica Song: Here I Go Again - Whitesnake Beer: Killian's Irish Red Liquor: Jagermeister Sexual Position: Getting assraped by gas prices, apparently Debate Tactic: baffle them with bullshit. Wood: Oak Poet: Robert Browning, William Blake, and of course, the immortal Poe. Author: Anne McCaffrey Political System: true democracy, not this represintative bs. Cigarettes: menthols.... geiv moar menthols Scent: vanilla Pet: attack midget (with axe) Type of girl: A short Irish redhead with a penchant for good whiskey and fistfights. :-P Bar: "The Bar" in Poteau, OK Pick up line: *glares at drunk person bothering me* Fast food place: Taco mayo or Burger King Food: Chinese or Italian Thing in the whole wide world: Plotting the day when I eventually leave this planet to found a colony on mars that will one day return to earth and take over.... yessss...... excellent.... |
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| This picture is ancient and crappy, and someone stole my collar, so don't look for me in that if you're out and about. I'll try to get a new one up before Al Gore invents something better than the internet. | ||||||||||||
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| Me at work. YAY!!!!! | ||||||||||||
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