Why hello, there! I see you have stumbled upon my lair (A.K.A my profile), my haunt, my cave, my castle, my fort. FORT AWESOME.
Anyway. I am a young Australian who by chance stumbled upon the joys of manga one day as a child. Being the innocent I was, I was horrified and put it right back on the shelf. But 4, 5 years later, I stumbled upon the same series (Inuyasha, actually) and started reading. Having matured into a weirdo, I kept reading. And picked up another one. This interest in one particular manga led to others by the same author, and then of the magazine that published Inuyasha, and then, inevitably, to Jump. Oh, that shrine of manga, Shonen Jump. Containing such seriess as One Piece, Naruto, and Bleach. And of course who can forget Shojo Beat. Stuffed chokabloc with the inner workings and desires of the female mind. Not so long ago, I walked into a book shop and immediately went to the graphic novel section. There I found a single volume, the first volume, of a particular series. Set in a fictional end of the 19th century, filled with mad scientists, reasonable scientists, stoic yet unbelievably violent and goodlooking psychopathic swordsmen, bean sprouts, stupid rabbits, vampires, demons, Arks, golems, guys who do nothing but rack up depts, girls who ride umbrellas, guys who look and act like Hitler, and ridiculous clowns, kind and well-meaning even in battle. To cut the story short, I became addicted. And of course, I bought that book.
I love cats, dogs and horses, and I'm still waiting for my Hogwarts letter. And just so you know, if I ever see a blue police box, I will drop everything and go after whoever comes out. And make him take me to the planet Barcelona, where they have dogs with no noses. And then we can go to the 19th century and visit the Black Order. AND THEN I'll go and give Jane Austen a slap around the head and make her rewrite Persuasion so that the main character actually has a personality.
I think that's enough for a bio, don't you?