M. Donovan West

Initially birthed upon the shores of Loch MacGiggity, M. Donovan West emerged from his birthing tomb fully formed and girded for battle, which caused his mother no small amount of distress. Raised in a secluded convent by a militant sect of nihilistic lycanthropic wombats, he soon developed a disturbing proclivity for arranging words into very specific configurations, occasionally to the amusement / confusion of others. Currently residing on a thriving dust farm sequestered deep in the decidedly non-verdant outskirts of Phoenix, Mr. West continually attempts to refine his linguistic obsession at every opportunity, bolstered by the unflagging support of his wonderful (and endlessly patient) wife and two delightfully oddball daughters, to whom he wishes to express his deepest and most sincere love and gratitude.