So. I'm Reim. What is there to say? Besides that this...painfully annoying journal system refuses to acnowledge that I was born in the year 189.
I guess I could get a little more personal than that. I was born on a lunar colony, though my life's been mostly split between that and earth. The benefits? I have two chances to screw up. The down side? Southern accent. XP
Relaxation includes eating, sleeping, loooooong shuttle flights (please no)?, and being fed grapes by scantily clad admirers.
And yes, you are allowed to come within ten feet of me in a fully-clothed, non-fruit-bearing state. I woudln't, though.