Abandoned as a child, left in the woods where I was taken in by a pack of wolves who raised me for about a week. They abandoned me also. This is when I was found by a pro-wrestler who took me in and raised me as his own, this is the story of how I became a pro-wrestler myself.

At the age of 17 I was mistakenly drafted into the Vietnam war where I wrestled with VK troops in the tropical jungles of south east Asia. I was part of the first wave attack on Nui Dat (Dirt Hill), we drove the VK back into the jungle and took the hill. That day I lost my best friend, Lt Daniel. He was clearing out some tunnels when the VK set of explosives and collapsed the tunnel. We never found his body. That day changed me, I decided to pursue the peaceful path after the war.

After Vietnam I spent a decade of my life as a crossdressing nun (nobody noticed), I did humanitarian work in Africa providing food and aid to the less fortunate. This was a humbling experience as I met some wonderful people there, however that all changed when diamonds were discovered in the region. Warlords came to claim their fortune in the blood diamond trade. I was forced once again to bear arms to protect the children. I became an AK wielding, crossdressing nun, war veteran on a holy, blood fueled humanitartian mission in the name of God.

The warlords and their forces were pushed back by me and my army of AK wielding child soldiers. However there was one warlord who was not letting up. His name was Kony, a blood thirsty african warlord. I pursued him through all of Africa but he eluded me and I could not find or confront him. After months of fighting, the UN intercepted my regiment of children and I was offered a ride back home. The UN worker said "you've done the world a favour. You can go home now soldier."

In 2004 I met a child, he looked a lot like me (I look very young for my age). He was autistic and had little sense of self preservation. He was hit by a train on new years after he wandered away from his parents. I do not know what became of his body, but his parents mistakenly took me in. I attended a Catholic primary school in Australia under their care and they sent me to a highschool where I was peer pressured into doing drugs and alcohol. I became a rebellious 50 year old man who looked like a rebellious 13 year old kid. After graduating from highschool I once again pursued a peacful path. No longer I was a crosdressing nun doing humanitartian work, I am now an Enrolled Nurse providing aid to those less fortunate in Australia.

That is the story of my life so far.

I am a genderfluid, queer-♥♥♥, non binary, kinfluid (dovah or wolf), colourgender persons. My pronouns are pher, phim, they, phey. zer, zim and ♥♥♥(got). My pronouns are not a "preference", they are (wo)manditory and it is considered an act of violence and oppression when you do not use the correct pronouns.

Motherboard: Standard human cranium + spinal cord
CPU: Frontal lobe
CPU Cooler: Cerebral spinal fluid
GPU: Eyeballs
Memory: Prefrontal cortex
Case: Skin
Storage:Hippocampus