I really wanted to make some OC but as time drew on and I did a bunch of other stuff instead and my capacities started to fail from exhaustion I gave less and less of a fuck until I shat out this monstrosity. Its a compromise I did a thing without putting any effort into doing a thing.
His name is Milbert the Too Late to Abort, son of Untitled. He loves to go to raves at gay clubs, not because he is gay, but because he can use his sensual wiles to get free stuff there. Also he has the power of flight, but he can only go as fast as he can walk and as high as he can jump. He patiently waits for his biweekly publication about various plants. His favorite food is
canned ham justice. Father to Nameless the already aborted and Janice the not pictured. He once went to Spain but his camera was ruined when it got wet so he doesn’t have any pictures. He is terrified of small hights like step stools because he saw a movie where a man was hung with a tiny rope. It was rated R but he watched it when he was 10 because he thought he was soo cool back then.He works as an Unemployed. He has numerous tip jars set up all over the city. He could only eat half of the 40oz steak at the novelty steakhouse and subsequently had to pay for his meal. He lost a toe in a tragic helping a guy move a heavy thing accident. He walks around with his collar popped to avoid sunburn on his neck, but people think he is a douche for it anyway. He lost a lot of money at a “free” novice inventors seminar. His hobbies include cocaine and competitive spelling.