Prior to my encounter (Usage of a big word here! Huzzah!) with a werewolf back um, in the day I guess, my name was Melvin. I was an apprentice to a stable master, which is a really nice way of saying I shoveled horse shit for a living, but HEY! No one shoveled shit better than me! Anyway, one evening I had just finished mucking (another big word!) the stables when suddenly, I was attacked by what I thought was a rabid, giant vole. Turned out it was a werewolf, but I was never good at distinguishing (Really really big word!) types of animals, and POOF! No longer a scrawny Melvin but now a wicked cool werewolf!

Bye Bye Melvin...hello slobbering hairy beast-me who has gotten more ass in his entire life since then! I get ass every day! Well, maybe not every day. Actually, I just try to hump the lady weres on a regular basis, but for some reason, they're not fond of me rubbing my impressively large (Four whole inches!) beast-peen on them, and normally try to bite my face off. Go figure. Anyway, now I'm someone important. I have power and authority! I AM A SOMEBODY AND NOT JUST A GUY WHO PUTS HIS HANDS IN HORSE SHIT ANYMORE!

Hobbies: When I'm not humping bitches or eating small children, I do enjoy tossing the occasional woodland creature into trees and causing general chaos and mayhem. I also like to knit afghans.