][ MAL-3 HAS JOINED THE PARTY AS A CRASHER/GUEST/VICTIM
   (OFFICIAL LOOMING PRESENCE)

Name: Rev. Sean M. Breen  Sex: M   Physical Age: 22   True Age: 23
Also Goes By: Reverend, Mal-3, Mal, Controversial Jack, "that weird
motherf-----"
Height: 5'9"        Weight: 150lbs        Eyes: Blue-grey   Hair: Brown

Primary Goal(s):
-To evolve into a being of pure energy, merge with the Internet, and
 CONQUER THE COMPUTING WORLD! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
-Move into that retirement home on Mars he recently bought.

Secondary Goal(s):
-Keep his job running planetarium shows for little kiddies.
-Subvert the local college by playing anime and J-pop on college radio,
 turning all the students into otaku.
-Finally finish the )(!&@)& RPG he's writing and freelance it to Steve
 Jackson Games.

Strengths/Abilities:
-Can make Vorlon noises without use of sythesizers.
-A knack for causing strange things to happen.
-Able to leap tall terriers in a single bound.
-Designated driver with the rocket-powered Pontiac Sunbird ("I always
 wanted a Podracer...")
-Dangerous but reserved sense of humor.
-Shades of Utter Cool +12(tm) (+3d100 to Attractiveness/Charisma)
-Baseball Bat of Humility +2(tm) (+2d6 damage to annoying people)

Weaknesses/Quirks:
-Has tendancy to be followed around by controversy and/or mobs with
 torches and pitchforks.
-Quiet and reserved most of the time.
-Naturally mysterious.

Likes:
-Anime (natch)
-Cute girls
-Good science-fiction
-MST3K
-Stories by Neil Gaiman
-Coke
-Cute girls (worth mentioning twice)
-Pagans

Dislikes:
-Anything related to "alternative" or "pop" music ("DAMN YOU, N'SYNC!")
-Coffee
-People who take themselves *way* too seriously.
-People who try and convert me to their religion.
-Poorly dubbed anime.

Background:
The Mysterious Mal-3 (not to be confused with his counterpart Bryan
"Mal" O'Malley) has a knack for being in the right place at the right 
time with the right amount of enthusiasm to cause... things to happen. 
For example, one day he was surfing this little fanfiction page 
while chatting on IRC at the same time.  He happened to mention it to a
few people on IRC, and pretty soon three of those guys ended up as 
Impro admins (ain't life strange?)

In any case, since Mal-3 is neither an author nor an admin, he feels
obligated to crash the party. Expect him to crash through the roof in 
his rocket-powered Pontiac at an inopportune moment (probably when two
guests are in the middle of something hentai ^_^;), drink all the 
Coke, and generally be a normal party guest with the slight problem of
not having an invitation.

Fellow Authors, please ask me before you:
-Get me killed or seriously injured (if it's done in a properly amusing
 way, I might consent)
-Get me laid / start a relationship (I'll probably say "yes," and having
 me hit on partygoers is okay)
-Get me drunk/stoned/whatever

Fellow Authors, please do not:
-Get me involved with anyone of the male persuasion (ain't my thang,
 sorry)
-Wreck my car beyond crashing into the house
-Damage/Destroy the Shades of Utter Cool +12(tm)