Born under a warm sun, on the outskirts of Gev on precipitus erogenous, i have spend most of my days in an effort to perfect every thing i set my hands to.
waether it be mining, industry or combat, all things are held sacred and all need to be honed and crafted into the opitomy of perfection.
while happiest when busy, i try and find the time to enjoy lifes little pleasures after all if one does not take the time to smell the roses, then why bother planting any ?

For if life were supposed to be a bed of roses, i would have been born with thorns in my arse !

NOW LETS BLOW SOME SHIT UP !