Born in 1832, Valdis Valdemar was an industrious young man with a bright future ahead of him until one fateful day he was sucked through a time anomaly to a hellish future he could never fit in with.|
“A pox upon thee, cruel progenitors of my fate!” he declared, falling to his knees in despair.
Trapped in a world he doesn’t understand, the only way he can get by is by writing increasingly bizarre erotic tales.
Do your best to cheer him on!
Likes: Stories, nudity, solitude, sunshine, nature, destruction, Anime, silence
Dislikes: Idiots, prudes, boredom, pain, prejudice, dogs, Doctors, wind chimes
Current Residence: Britain
Favourite genre of music: Indie
Shell of choice: ?
Skin of choice: My own
Personal Quote: No more Mister nice guy