Name At Birth: Riley Leeroy LaRue

Age: Let's just say I am fancier than red wine (a fancy one)

Favorite chicken restaurant: Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles

Favorite uncle: I don't remember one uncle from another, except the one my mom told me never to let touch me. I guess I'd have to say Uncle Sam, though he molests more than any other uncle.

Biography: Nemo was found on the doorstep of a somewhat loving family, relatively speaking, on a somewhat cold Christmas day, relatively speaking. This loving family had been praying for a son for some time, but Christmas is far too busy a season for answered prayers, so they snuck away one night and dropped him off two houses down the street the following New Years Day. That family immediately followed suit, and dropped him off behind a dumpster the following Valentine's day. Luckily, that dumpster was the home of a sympathetic derelict, who raised the boy for a few years, before dropping him off on St. Patrick's day at the house of the California Louisiana Governors house The boy was soon dubbed the holiday baby, and this tradition was carried on until he was 18, and broke free of this cycle. Having never celebrated a holiday or birthday properly, he know sees them as moving days, and true to form, Nemo packs up and ships out each holiday. He is now popularly know as the Holiday Nomad.