About me: He was a lot of things, he supposes: a brother, a friend, a father. He failed more than he succeeded, but in the end, when he finally did right, it killed him. He'd seen his killer, met with him between the stalks of timothy hay... and embraced the man he knew was going to end him. Then he had opened his eyes and found himself in a North Dakota gas station. Alive, unharmed... with a black ring on his right hand and a somewhat familiar symbol etched onto its face. It was a chance to start over, a chance to be different. Until he was attacked and dragged back forcefully into the world of heroes, villains, and vigilantes. He almost wanted to drink again because of it.
Who I'd like to meet: >add for smut, get deleted
>add for romance, you'll be disappointed
