Lali ho! It's come to my attention that my post count is over 1000 now and I still haven't properly introduced myself. There must be things you don't know about me. So with that in mind, in honour of my 1000th post, I hereby formally introduce myself to the 'temp and tell pretty much all there is to tell, so that you know more about me and I have something to do until the postman shows up with my eBay deliveries. If you have a question I have neglected to answer, feel free to ask. Also, having been here for a while I'm well aware of the rules and the Angry Bear Cavalry so inb4Haflore+Catboy. Name : Tom Dexter Wakeford. Don't ask about the middle name, someone must've been drunk. Chosen Name : Blaze. My best friends all call me Blaze due to a misunderstanding. I was playing Ace Combat 5, Amelia assumed I'd chosen my callsign when it's just the character's name, she started calling me Blaze, it stuck. I actually prefer the name Blaze. It's a reminder of friendship and the eternal bond between Amelia and I. Whereas my true name reminds me of my family's weakness and general stupidity, I'm seriously considering legally changing my name. Disowning the family name in its entirity. On the odd occasion a second name is called for, I use Fielding. Cookie for those who get the reference. An edible cookie for anyone who gets it without googling it. Age : At time of writing I am 22 years old. I turn 23 in August. Date of Birth : August 18th, 1987. Current Location : Coventy, the chav capital of England Home Town : Theale, a small suburb of Reading, not far from London. Relationship Status : Spoken for. The lovely Jesssica Branford. No kids yet, at least none that I'm aware of... Some interesting facts about me: - I hate my family, with only two exceptions being my older sister Ceri and my brother Chris. Everyone else has in some way betrayed me over the years. Examples, my mother tried to disown me, my father left me to rot on a doorstep when I was 14, my brother Simon betrayed me by passing on classified info to people who should never have heard it, my aunt drives me up the fuckin' wall because she still thinks I'm 3, and everyone else has in some way pissed me off over the years. - I have more battle scars than I care to mention, the worst of which are a scar across my chest from being stabbed rescuing Amelia from chavs trying to rape her, critical damage to my right eye due to a dinner plate thrown at my head by my mother, a scar that bears a striking resemblence to the Triforce on my left hand from another knife incident, and a scar across my right middle finger which I honestly cannot account for. - My friend Mia claims my eyes have an 'unearthly glow' and that my 'aura' is far beyond that of any mortal. To be honest I think Mia spends a little too much time with her 'medicinal' herbs if you get my meaning... - I pride myself on having a sense of honour and chivarly. Such things seem to be dying arts so I figured if I keep them going, there's at least some hope for humanity. - I love cheese. - I'm a writer. I'm presently working on countless game reviews, several novels, and just for shits and giggles my autobiography. I figure of Paris Hilton's entitles to write one when she's done nothing of interest and gets by on name alone, then I have the right to write as well. - Asking me about politics or religion will inevitably cause a shitstorm. Truth be told I think the Gaia theory is the only one with any sort of basis in science, and even that's by the loosest possible definition of the term 'science' so I put no faith in any of it. I generally don't worry about such things, I figure that even if I did know how to control my destiny the world would only shoot me down anyway, so the best thing to do is just try to get by without worrying about things beyond my sphere of influence. - I own, or have owned at some point, pretty much every games system ever created by mortal hands. I love the Final Fantasy games, up until 12 anyway, but I hate Halo 3 with an intensity comparable to that of the sun. Primarily because as I type, my little brother and his rather dense friend Ethan are building a scrap heap for no apparant reason. They'll happily sit there for a fortnight long Halo marathon and not fire a single shot the whole time. - Favourite bands are Linkin Park, Black Stone Cherry, Within Temptation, etc. I like pretty much any music that involves some sort of talent, I hate all the manufactured oversexualized shite that comprises the charts of today, especially 'Rude Boy' by Rihanna. There's no skill, no subtlety, no way of breaking it down on an intellectual level, it's just a theme tune for chav whores with more kids than brain cells. It symbolizes everything I detest about modern society. - I tend to complain a lot because I genuinely have had a pretty rough life. However, I've survived it so far so I normally remain pretty faithful that life will throw me a bone in the end. So I keep on keepin' on and don't let the bastards grind me down. I just need to vent every now and then to stop me from losing my temper. It's not wise for someone with a 22 year grudge and a katana to lose his temper... - One person in my past is considered the benchmark by which I measure all of humanity. She set the bar pretty high, so most of Coventry doesn't measure up. By the rules of my social strata I have to repay her for all she has done for me at some point, but she seems to have vanished off the face of the Earth so that plan is on hold right now. - Despite knowing a veritable armada of gorgeous girls aged between 18 and 24, I've only actually had a few girlfriends in my time, even fewer of which have been serious. The simple fact is that I stay out of relationships. I don't think it's fair to get involved with a girl unless you can treat her the way she deserves. If she's special enough for me to pick out of over 6 billion life forms, then she must deserve some sort of special treatment. But being unemployed means I cannot take a girl out for dinner, send her flowers, etc. I'd feel like little more than an irritation. Thankfully with Jess she understands my plight as she's also unemployed at time of writing, so she gets that we can't go out that often. Plus she's so gorgeous I simply can't let her escape so I decided to do away with the previous logic and make it up as I'm going along. So that's me. Feel free to ask any questions I've failed to answer. I could use a distraction as the postman has just arrived...without my deliveries. Git.