Shaun

About me:

Born during the cold winter months of 1906, Shaun's first sights were of the icy russian tundra that he would call home for the next three years.

By the year 1909 the three year old Shaun Kiernan would disappear for days at a time as he wandered the ice-fields in search for something that we will never know. It was that very year, 1909, when found himself pursued by a lone ice-wolf.

Cornered at the edge of a high bluff, Shaun did what any hardy Russion three year old would do: he began to climb down.

Shaun made it half way down that steep bank when he lost his balance and tumbled to his death.

No - wait, I said that wrong. It wasn't his death that he fell to, at all. You see when shaun pulled himself up with his burly-russian-three-year-old arms he found that he could barely stand. Pain originating in his tender child-like ankle shot up his leg. It seemed that shaun, for the time being, was crippled. It seemed that shaun was doomed.

But everything was not as it seemed, for when that ice-wolf leapt at young shaun kiernan it did not find the easy prey it had expected. No, in fact, it found its spine - dripping with blood - ripped from its body and held in Shaun Kiernan's bare hand.

But Shaun was still trapped there, unable to walk. Trapped, that is, until the blood that soaked the wolf's spine froze - allowing shaun to use the spine as a makeshift walking-stick.

And that, my friends, details only the first three years of Shaun "Leather Pants" Kiernan's life.