Well ... what is there to really tell that people don't know about me? I'm a pretty well-known guy, honestly, though which side of the 'Good and Evil' spectrum I rest on depends on who all you talk to when the subject comes down to me.
I mean, I could say the obvious; that I have an unhealthy obsession for pizza, hard liquor, and strawberry sundaes. Assuming my meals do not consist of Russian-type dishes. Hard to resist, those. Especially when cooked with the tender loving hands of one most excrutiatingly gorgeous Russian, herself...
Back on track...
I like rock music of all kinds, though I do prefer industrial a little more. I dunno. It just seems to fit my lifestyle better than something like that ... rap or hip-hop shit. The repetitive beat and equally repetitive talking really runs thin on my nerves. Dunno why. Just does. Maybe it's because of what 'rap' really stands for. 'Retards Attempting Poetry', don'cha know?
And I'll be blunt. I like women. I won't deny it if a girl catches my eye and my gaze just kinda ... happens to trail after her. It's part of being a male of any species, I guess. 'Course, we do tend to think with what's in our pants, now don't we? Not too hard, I've sadly come to notice.
To those who don't know me, I'll make things simple for you:
I like red.
'Course, as to why, I can easily say it's because of the sheer color of it. Blood is red. And well ... I shed a lot of that. So it blends into the color of the pants, coat ... whatever you can think of. That and red is an emotional color. It stirs feelings into being. That and mingled with my color coordinating of hints of black, it makes for a good combo with the white mop of hair I can never seem to get to do what I tell it to when I tell it to and the mercury-blue eyes. Put it all together ... damn good combination.
I am a devil hunter.
If I'm strapped for cash (this dun happen much anymore, amusingly) or if I'm just plain bored (this happens more often than that of the former, I guarantee it), I'll take the odd job here and there, otherwise I am reserved for one thing and one alone, and that's taking out the scum of Hell as it rises to terrorize this mortal plane. It better be a demon, though; humans or other mortals, I don't really have the blood or mental drive needed for killing them, only going as far as really roughing them up a bit if they get on my nerves. This goes the same for demons; if I see a demon can live undetected among mortality, I won't touch them. Don't worry; if that is the case, then I won't ask for any sort of payment in return for 'hunting'.
I have died.
Yes, I have tasted death. Twice, as a matter of fact. Recently came back from the second one, actually. And lemme tell ya; that second run ... tasted like stale tequila. Stuff's still pretty damn strong though. There wasn't really an afterlife, but half the time, I was too drunk to give a damn. I actually liked being a ghost; really fun, honestly. Get all that insubstantiality, add a bit of tequila into it, and you can scare the living SHIT out of people by flying through walls, the floor, or the ceiling, shrieking your fool head off! Come on! You can NOT tell me that is NOT the most awesome prank ever! But, you do lose a lot of things when you die. Hence, came my decision to come back from this last run.
Finally, I am happily taken.
I finally found a babe of a woman who is willing to deal with me for long periods of time and ... well ... while we couldn't be more opposite, they do say opposites attract. And I take those words to heart quite well. After all, while she and I are constantly at one another's throats, who's to say that we really don't feel for one another, eh?
That's about the gist of all I really have to say here about myself, so keep this in mind:
My family and friends are not to be harmed. Anyone who does will be on the receiving ends of my Ladies, and they leave some pretty big holes in their wake when pissed. Otherwise, hope to add you to my list of friends and acquaintances, then.
Signing out --
Dante Alighieri Sparda
AKA Trigger