Thomas Sturgeon was born into the noble house of Sturgeon, giving him the gifts of dashing good looks, a future inheritance of a pie-dabbling mogul's fortune, and a genetic disposition for greatness.

Raised by nannies, private tutors, and the family escort, he can write, paint, wax poetic, swim, fence, throw the javelin, flex, bifurcate, and memorize dirty limericks. At the age of 14, he left home to become an explorer in the deepest of London, braving many dangers and meeting many strange and savage cultures in the London Underground. By 20, he'd been named Emperor of Whitechapel and Greater Anglia. Soon after, he retired in order to spend more time with his family of pet badgers.

At present, he lives in the misty ruins of the American Midwest, pursuing his life-long dream of turning his head into a lamp.

He may be contacted by sending post by way of your local fishwife or via the sec.

He has contributed to this site the following: