Enough with the OC stuff. down to brass tacks, shall we?
I Joined Gaia back in '08. i was a school dropout, lots of bad things happening, i was just a kid with a computer. i found Gaia playing BattleDawn, and i sort of stuck around. i do still come here from time to time, just to see if someone drops a line or i don't know, maybe i expect something that gives me the joy of the past times i felt. even if i don't know exactly what that is or maybe even if there's something at all. maybe it's someone. maybe it's an item. maybe it's just the type of mind that i have. Zane was a creation - well, pretty much an event - made by several people during my lifetime, some of them are still on Gaia, some of them aren't, some of them quit and some people even died as far as i can tell. few people who are "members" of the "Zane Savage Project" are still around. deep down, Zane is now just like me: a washed-up cat with little to nothing to do except sit and see what's gonna happen. Of course, that doesn't mean i'm telling you all that so you'll feel sorry for me, no. i just had to take these things outta my chest, without judgement. besides, pretty much everyone who even knew WHO i was aren't even around anymore, so, what's to lose, y'know?
Still, if you read everything so far, maybe you want to stay awhile and listen to an broken man ramble about his past or just spend some time.
I RP. sometimes, and if i feel that whatever is the history, is gonna be a good one. i don't do art, but i randomly gift. i'm past PG-13 so don't be afraid, just keep in mind that it's all a game. when on RP, everything goes, personal life, i'm way more strict. i'm married, so please, please, PLEASE, AND I DO MEAN PLEASE, know your boundaries. RPGs are RPGs, and nothing beyond that with me.
Lord Zane Savage (bought a title of Lordship to save the Scotland forests) is a man on his late twenties. lost an arm on a freaky car accident, and has a prosthetic. he's wealthy, but during a divorce, decided to quit being a showboat and moved to a tiny apartment on Brooklyn. One of his last prized possessions is this 1971 Plymouth Barracuda Six-Pack, painted Orange. he had two sons, who live with their mom back in Nevada, and he pays his child support and even some values beyond, to his ex-wife's anger (she says the kids don't need charity, they needed a father), but he still does it neverthless. His days are spent on his studio apartment (one room, living room with kitchen, bathroom), watching TV and taking care of his investments.