Here's my bio Duncan.  Let me know if he passes the mustard...or ketchup...or what have you.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/5e16695c90f68ac6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Alex Masters<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6’2”<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>200 pds<br/><strong>History:</strong>Alex was once an ordinary kid.  He grew up in an ordinary small town, dated an ordinary girl, and played ordinary football on the ordinary football field.  He was pretty good at it, too, from what he remembers.  He lived an ordinary life, even as a teenager, surprisingly enough.  But the ordinary stopped when he graduated.  The onset of adult-hood triggered something in him, something dormant, and something that had been handed down through his family for generations.  Some members kept it secret, going about their disturbing duties by night and under the veil of secrecy.  Others were blatant about it, often getting caught and imprisoned for their crimes.  But when Alex felt the urge, it suddenly became ordinary to him, just like everything else…and that’s where the problems began.<br/>The urge he had was for human flesh.  But it wasn’t just any human flesh that would satisfy him.  Like the warriors of old and the pagan priests of forgotten cultures, he had to imbibe specific parts of his victims in order to gain their might, their power.  The heart was the purest, but also the darkest part of the body.  It was capable of great good and terrible evil, all at once.  The brain was next, for it carried the secrets of the soul, and with it, those secrets would be his.  Lastly were the eyes, for they were the portals to two worlds, the one without and the one within.  By imbibing both, he saw what his victims saw, and knew what they felt.<br/>For a year and a half, he went about satisfying the urge.  He killed four people and seriously injured three others, one of them a police officer.  The beating he received put him in a coma, and when he came to, he stood trial for multiple counts of murder and attempted murder.  But when the prosecution cross-examined the defendant and heard his strange answers and his odd recounts of the murders, they knew he wasn’t going to prison.  He was sentenced to a lifetime incarceration in the nearby asylum.<br/><br/>