Darren Endymion was born 28 years ago (a number that has not changed in several years) on the beaches of California. He was raised by a gaggle of harpies that helped breed into him a sarcasm so natural that he would likely die without it. They taught him how to read and write at a very young age, and instilled in him a love of horror movies, fantasy novels, writing, and man-flesh. For some time he tried to deny his true nature, but he has since settled back into writing and chasing boys.