About me: Good afternoon... morning... whatever it is for you.
M'name is Peter M. Evans. Yeah. Go figure.
But anyways, I am the terrible aftermath of what happened in a labratory incident when I was interning at a genetics company. There was an explosion, some of the testing vials broke and I got injured. My limbs didn't survive, unfortunately, and I got wings due to an unknown mixture of tests and experiments that mixed in my blood stream and muddled my DNA.
I'm usually on the run from people who want to use me for their own test subject.
Who I'd like to meet: I... I can tend to be a bit snappy at first... so pardon me if I accidentally snap at you. I don't do well with needy people, I'm a very independant person.
But I'll happily meet anyone.
I love to put myself in any sort of story, any sort of position... except for dominant... I have tried and let me tell you... I'm not very good at it.
I don't like romantic plots being the only thing we do, but I can be persuaded. I prefer that we have some sort of action plan going, right?
I generally won't start talking unless you do. I understand some people just want to have friends to have them... I don't generally prefer that. But I'll understand enough, I guess.