My Name is Kasey Michael Dean Fluckiger. I'm almost 23 and I am the youngest of 7 siblings, most of which are quite a bit older than I am.
I live in Clearfield, Utah.
Born into a family of painters and artist, I grew up in a jewelry store that was my family business. I spent the first 10 years learning to work the noble metals and to sell merchandise.
When I finally took over the jewelry store a few years back, it was robbed out of business. I've spent the last couple of years taking care of my father who had a heart attack from the stress of being robbed. All the while trying to save enough money to finally marry my fiancee.
The recent fiasco with my finger isn't at all suprising to me or out of the ordinary. when I was a little younger I had a mirror fall off the wall onto me and a 4 foot shard spear my neck through and stick into a door behind me, preventing the paramedics from getting into the room for quite some time. These things aren't as few and far inbetween as I would like. Something like this happens to me about every other month
I'm about the most unlucky person I have ever met when it comes to getting hurt. That's okay though.
Quick facts that have something to do with my personality.
I could read by the age of two. When I was 15 I tried to clept out of highschool only to have them tell me I couldn't go to college until my class graduated after I scored perfectly on 6 out of 7 subjects. That pisses me off to this day.
I am a conceptual artist. I do creature design for game companies and I'm working on doing architecture design.
Usually I am naturally good... well, usually the best at games for some reason. I'm not trying to brag, it just usually happens that I can dominate a game and others without trying. Though, I have tpo admit lately I haven't been on my best. Maybe it's my finger, but probably not.
(those who don't know what I'm talking about my finger. I got the end cut nearly off in a car door.)
That's a bad bio, but there it is.
I live in Clearfield, Utah.
Born into a family of painters and artist, I grew up in a jewelry store that was my family business. I spent the first 10 years learning to work the noble metals and to sell merchandise.
When I finally took over the jewelry store a few years back, it was robbed out of business. I've spent the last couple of years taking care of my father who had a heart attack from the stress of being robbed. All the while trying to save enough money to finally marry my fiancee.
The recent fiasco with my finger isn't at all suprising to me or out of the ordinary. when I was a little younger I had a mirror fall off the wall onto me and a 4 foot shard spear my neck through and stick into a door behind me, preventing the paramedics from getting into the room for quite some time. These things aren't as few and far inbetween as I would like. Something like this happens to me about every other month
I'm about the most unlucky person I have ever met when it comes to getting hurt. That's okay though.
Quick facts that have something to do with my personality.
I could read by the age of two. When I was 15 I tried to clept out of highschool only to have them tell me I couldn't go to college until my class graduated after I scored perfectly on 6 out of 7 subjects. That pisses me off to this day.
I am a conceptual artist. I do creature design for game companies and I'm working on doing architecture design.
Usually I am naturally good... well, usually the best at games for some reason. I'm not trying to brag, it just usually happens that I can dominate a game and others without trying. Though, I have tpo admit lately I haven't been on my best. Maybe it's my finger, but probably not.
(those who don't know what I'm talking about my finger. I got the end cut nearly off in a car door.)
That's a bad bio, but there it is.
