It's possible that I drink too much Tea.
Recently, a friend of mine commented that in the ten years he's known me, I've appeared not to have aged at all. This adds credit to my theory that I am infact, a robot; Or perhaps some sort of near-immortal alien, or possibly both. I would say the undead, but I don't recall having died, yet.
To get a sense of me, I am often compared to David Bowie, if that means anything to you.
I'm a painter and illustrator, tradesman, and graphic designer. I'm certified to handle dangerous goods that could kill people (Like explosives, and corrosives.), and I'm also certified to resuscitate said dead-people, treat wounds, and help birth babies. I think I'd be a really good person to have around in a really bad situation. (I haven't helped birth any babies yet, though, but I'm hoping! I also totally want to learn how to crack open someone's ribs and squeeze the life back into their heart. Mostly because it seems really badass, but I think you have to become an actual doctor for that one...)
Oh, and I love plants, and happen to know a great deal about them. Most people who know me find it very strange that a person such as myself might garden, but I enjoy it, it's relaxing and rewarding.
I'm descended from a Victorian Gentleman (I wish this was still a legitimate profession.), and an Edwardian Count.