Male

30

Washington, D.C.

I live deep in the forest, clad only in tattoos, feeding on hikers and forest rangers. When I'm not breaking your face or naked with your mom, I'm dancing. Sometimes skyclad-around-a-bonfire dancing, sometimes Tango and Waltz. Think of me as a lithe 5'9" Conan meets Queeqeb meets Don Juan De Marco. Well, maybe that's a little pompous, but I might just be a little pompous! I'm just an eccentric regular guy with a lot of interests.
But seriously, I work in a tattoo parlour as an experienced piercer and a novice tattoo artist and spend my spare time training in the gym or training armored combat. When, during the course of my life, I have a moment of free time, I spend it playing drums or guitar, taking dance classes, reading (I'm actually getting to do this quite a bit these days), movies, learning and practicing primitive skills, chasing girls, hitting the clubs, and spending as much time camping as possible, with as little gear as I can manage, which is still too much.

I am the talons in the darkness, the teeth in the night. Mine are strength and lust and power. I am Z.