#062021

GOV: Owen Alice Vega

AKA: MDMA, EM, Flouride, Parabola

AGE: 26 *in human years but he’s clockin in at an actual 7212 lol

HEIGHT: 7'11"

WEIGHT: 616 lbs

RACE / ETHNICITY: mixed, Korean and Puerto Rican American (doesn't know he's a monster or adopted)

SPECIES: nephilim

OCCUPATON: digital artist, occasional dealer, barista at a shitty, hipster smoothie place

World / Story: xxflouride420xx

BACKGROUND: Unknown to him, MDMA is the last of the nephilim, unleashed from his slumber in the earths crust in a fracking incident his spirit chose rebirth over destruction. Arriving at a Russian orphanage as no more than a large egg adorned with a smiley face, no one ever bothered to ask Why? or What? or, much of anything really? After a short incubation he was placed for adoption and promptly taken in by two loving mothers in the states.

Somehow, for the gag, he grew up free of questions and medical scrutiny,  though his appearance has never been that of a human no one's ever mentioned it. Perhaps nephilim lack the ability to self-recognize? Or maybe it was the fracking chemicals that fried his brain, either way, MDMA never caught on to his status as an adopted child or an abomination. He does know he's tall at least.

His mothers' only child, they may have been too protective in the course of his development. While good natured and terminally sweet, Em, now in his early 20's, is scared of most things. From ordering a burger to cars, planes and trains, his timid nature has held him back the majority of his life. Restricting the size of his world and his lived vocabulary he resigned himself to a fate of basement dwelling and mommys' money.

Though born out of depression his time online wasn't all bad, it lead him to the furry community (is that an L?) where he developed a following and a few friends for his iconic sparkled0g art.  Despite the physical distance the social interaction began to stimulate his atrophied courage gland and around 21 he nervously attended his first furcon. Despite the crowded nature of the venue Em found navigating the chaotic social setting much easier inside his fursuit (neon colored allidoggy, that's an alligator dog). Easily recognized by his fursona he met his long time e-friends in person and even made some new ones. It was on day 3 of the con he felt courageous enough to attend a rave and the rest is history.

NOW: 5 years since his first rave his thirst for good times and good people can't be quenched. He's not sure where he's headed but if you've got molly and a good DJ he'll be there.