Chyld - by Chyld
Chyld was born to nine virgin maidens, and is rumoured to have been the son of the Norse god Thor. From an early age, people always noticed almost a glow of power and strength, tempered by a calmness coming off of him.
At school, Chyld continued to shine, even in pointless subjects like textiles and that one where you spent half a year making a torch out of two sheets of plastic, a watch battery and an LED. He was often ostrasized by his peers, since they feared that which was evidently detined to ascend far beyond their ken.
Not even acquiring a collection of raging drink, pot and cigarette addictions did much to bring Chyld down, although he has been known to comment they were "awesome as fuck, yo".
These days, Chyld exists as a web design mercenary, coding for anyone who will pay him in money, gold, or better still, technological artefacts. He once coded a site for an organisation known only as the Brotherhood of Debiliation, who gifted him with a beautiful robotic spider. He has yet to unravel the workings behind this device, but for now, delights in his webs spun of delicate steel strands.
Occupation: Web Designer, Time Waster, Time Lord.
Religion: Chedder Cheese
Politics: Monster Raving Loony
Sex: Damn good at it too
Gender: Studies, is a pointless degree. Moreso than his own of Philosophy
Hobbies: Making a mess, eating things, painting small green men
Favorite band: The elastic one he uses to keep his his trousers up.
Titles: H1, H2, H3 and H4. H5 and H6 makes the text smaller than just standard paragraphs.
Likes: Desperados, schnapps, flavoured vodkas
Dislikes: Martini, Black Death Tequilla
Favorite quote: The entire episode "Deja Vu", from the second series of Flying Circus
Favorite dish: A deep pan pizza dish
Pets: A small tabby cat called Amy, currently not trained to kill, but perfectly balenced for sitting on shoulders. Also, a young lady known only as The Missus.