Profile : Ferox

Hey kiddos, this is Ferox himself, bringing you some strange info on my scary-faced self. Look at me; would you let your daughter marry this man?? Probably not, but hey - I promise I'll try to be a good guy anyway, even if you won't give your daughters to me. I've been told I'm a good guy, and I'd buy it... that is, if I wasn't entirely cashless. As you just might have noticed by now, I tend to be one strange muthaluva at times. It happens, and it's fun, and I won't stop it for you or anyone else... that is, of course, unless I decide to myself. Sometimes I create my own words - such as muthaluva. I'm really not all that physically attractive, but I'm huggable. I wonder why no one hugs me very often? Maybe that's due to the fact that I'm somewhat like Crazy Wanda - crazy. No, I don't think that's it... I'm probably just too eccentric for everyone's tastes around here; I am in Iowa, you know [now you do - HAH!] Anywhat, enough with that! I'm one hell of a character, if I might call myself just that, and I enjoy confusing the hell out of others with my characterlike skillz [I've gotz daz skillz, muthaluvaz - or some such thing]. I am a musician, I've played guitar for slightly over seven years now and have played in three bands, the first two with Ragnarok,one of them being Caplata. I write my own musical creations and plan on implementing them into the world in general with the soonness... especially since Con Kril was slaughtered. Needless to say, yet said, I enjoy music immensely. Actually, that's mostly what I do. I have convinced myself that I will become a professional musician and a record exec, most likely for my own label and with my own studio. This will happen, for I will force its happening. I like brackets. Anywhen, that's enough on Ferox for now [actually, that's probably enough for the rest of time for you]. If you'd like to know more, argue with me, or contact me for just about anything, I'll be here. Thanks, folks - it's all kinds of true.














Name: Brother Ferox Oldness: Years Nineteen Created At: Mason City, IA Description: NO!! Does: All sorts of strange and unacceptable things, music, website design stuffs, pooping on George W. Pubic Hair. Says: All sorts of strange and unacceptable by the encyclopedia people things, such as: "Yo, bustin' mad thrash atst thou brings fortitude!" Translation: "I don't know, but I'll pretend that I do." Believes: FUCK religion. Spirituality is all that counts, and religion is NOT COMPATIBLE with spirituality. Smiles At: Terrible movies, all sorts of other things, but mostly music and philosophy. Frowns At: Rednecks, the Texas way of life in general, burn-ed meatloaf [or meatloaf with onions], scary Canadians [Fear Canada!], France. France can DIE!! Canadian??: Of course not! Fear Canada! Here!