I was born to a pair of drifters traveling with a one-man show across New Mexico, Texas and Arizona.

My childhood playmates were the coyote, the armadillo, and the truck stop hooker.

I learned all I needed to know about the world by reading well-worn paperbacks thieved from truckers, and from killing and eating hobo brains to gain their power.

I am eighty-six years old, but I have the body of a twenty-something, because I know the necromantic spells necessary for such things.

I have been to every country in the world, save Nepal, because those bastard priests had a prophecy of my coming and erected spells to keep me out. One day they will collapse, and I will rule over that snowy domain with an icy fist.

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