Beware Anomaly

Ameron Binkley, a 22-year-old male, works at Binkley and Binkley (no relation), a Law Firm (notice the caps) as an "Assistant Janatorial Assistant (In Training)". That's right, he's not qualified to even assist a janator's assistant yet -- maybe in a couple years, he'll get promoted to "cleaning the third floor"! Life in San Fransisco is nice, but sadly he lives on the "wrong side of the tracks". The trolley gets in his way _every_ morning as he walks to work.

Born on a cold winter night (sometime in December, he thinks, but for various reasons, he's not actually sure), he lived happily with his parents in a small northern California town..for about two weeks. Sadly, both of his parents died in a freak cooking accident, and he only lived due to the heroics of his pet cat, Snuffy. (Snuffy was confused and thought Ameron was a toy his parents brought home and was playing with him at the time of the acciddent -- batted him right out the door.) Of course, Ameron himself doesn't actually remember this, but does wake up sometimes at night from a horrible recurring dream where he is a ball of yarn, and there is this giant cat with a tail of fire.

After that, he was shunted from foster home to foster home until finally he was taken in by the Wolves, a rather unfriendly family that wanted some "cheap" labor. So he spent the next twenty years doing all of the cooking and cleaning, living in a room slightly larger than a broom closet, with the roaches and ants his only friends. Over the years, he came to enjoy the company of animals, and actually currently is caring for two hampsters (George and Gertrude), a goldfish (Eliza), an ant farm (with Queen Bess), a variety of household insects (unnamed, as they keep running from the light), and three mice (Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod), although they may move out once the weather turns really nice.

Standing 5'7", blonde hair, blue eyes, and a large jagged scar down his right arm from chasing a lizard through an abandoned warehouse, Ameron is rather lean (from feeding half of his food to his pets), and hauling mops has done him well, building up some decent muscles. Sure, he's no body-builder, but they're all fake, anyway. He pretty much is out of touch with the world in general, although he does have the major San Fransisco newspaper. Generally it doesn't get read, but George and Gertrude are quite pleased. He does have cable, although it's suprizing something that "high-tech" can work with his apartment. (He tends to not watch it, but Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod simply /love/ the Food Channel.) To afford these luxuries, he had to go to the "condemned" section of town, and is currently renting a small 2-room apartment at quite a decent price (considering the big gaping hole in the middle of the main room -- coffee tables..err..board sitting on bricks make a great covering). In an old run-down commercial zone, he has no neighbors to speak of, although there is this guy living in a cardboard box under the overpass on his way to work.

No library card, as his pets are much more enteretaining than books. He /does/ have a copy of every Audubon animal guide ever made, and several of the others, thanks to the time he tried to catch a cat that ran into the dump. No favorite show, but when Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod aren't watching the Food Channel, Ameron tends to leave it turned onto Animal Planet. He does have a couple hundred dollars saved up for a rainy day, but no bank account, no credit cards.