Real name: Daniel Burk
Other names: ws6transam
About your fursona: I once thought I was a wolverine, but then I saw a picture of one and saw some video and thought “Yeesh! I’m nothing like that!” Then one day some one saw my self-portrait and told me I looked more like a river otter with big ears. That’s when it hit me, I’m always doing something odder and odder, always moving and trying something new, and even occasionally blowing myself up… so yeah, I guess I am an otter after all. An odder otter with an engineering degree.
Age: Perenially stuck at about 22 years of age. Chronologically I am Hmm. (5..10..15..20...25...30..(ugh)..40...) uh, fourty-four.... and a half.
Gender: Male
Location: Some riverbed in central Michigan, probably the Red Cedar river
Email: wolvy@ws6transam.org
IM: What’s IM? Only thing I ever saw on IM was a spambot.
Web site(s): ws6transam.org
Artist/Writer: Not much of an artist, but I am an unpublished writer of sci-fi/fantasy loosely based on my own furry/scaly dreams.
Style: Thrill-seeking fun that doesn’t compromise our morals
Been to any cons: Not yet. I am suspicious of the cons & probably wont go unless some other ChristianFur is going. It’d need family approval beforehand.
Fav. music: Classic rock with clean guitars: Boston, Rush circa 1973 – 1993, early Genesis, YES, Journey, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Eric Johnson, Joe Satriani, etc. No angst music, not much into metal, certainly not into ozzy or his ilk.
Likes: Anything that you can tinker on with your paws. Fast Cars, faster motorcycles, old houses, firearms ballistics, I’m a busy, tool-using otter!
Dislikes: Hubbard squash. People who refuse to accept their share of the blame, nanny government attitudes, the atrophying of common-sense muscles in today’s American male, and the fear of exercising any form of risk management by the typical American public.
Church Denomination: Lutheran Church Missouri synod
Anything else: I may be an otter but I am a Christian, married otter with pups. I took a vow before God to have, hold, cherish, and honor my bride, and I have chosen to love her with all of my heart. That was seventeen years ago and I couldn’t ever see myself as being anything else but her devoted husband. I hope to see fifty years of married bliss, if God wills it! It’s a good thing she’s patient because otters like me are always flitting into & out of the stream, dragging up fish & mud & whatever else they happen to wander across, and that’s me. They are also rather frentic and are prone to large run-on sentences.
