Apartment 6A.

APARTMENT 6A
Rented by: General Spracklyn
Co-signer: Gralf

General Spracklyn has been getting up to brush his teeth at 6am every morning like this for millennia. Having lead a now long-forgotten Greek crusade to rid the many islands off the Greek coast of Minotaurs, The General somehow became immortal. Many assumed at first that the gods granted him everlasting life for freeing his people from the terror that the half-men, half bulls threatened them with for centuries. Others hypothesized that he acquired immortality from his signature jewelled gloves. No one knows for sure…

As the years wore on, and empires rose and fell, Spracklyn has been pretty much forgotten. His skin and face continues to wrinkle and age to the point where he must wear a mask to go out in public. He now lives a solitary lifestyle, quietly observing the world outside for thousands of years while moving from place to place, always looking for discreet but unusual dwellings where he can live free from the assuming stares of “normal” citizens.

General Spracklyn has settled nicely into Dino Drac’s Luxury Apartments, and finds it a nice place for him to focus on his newly discovered love: music. For hours a day, The General listens to his iPod at a considerable volume without any complaints from his neighbours.

The General also spends his time at home watching cable television, soaking up a variety of programs that help him make sense of a world that has changed in unfathomable ways since his sword laid slain the last anthro-bovine menace to Greek society some three thousand years ago.

Spracklyn’s love of music has spilled over into creating it himself. Blending ancient Greek folk songs with contemporary alt-country ballads he is able to express the trials and tribulations of the average immortal monster slaying warrior-general. He finds his new apartment gives off an inspiring vibe, and he hopes to spend the next few years writing and honing his craft even more.

General Spracklyn’s diet remains somewhat of a mystery to those that have known him, which has been very few over the years. Every day at 6pm, he cooks the same meal which gives off an unusual musty odor which permeates the entire floor  of the apartment building. Most agree it is some type of meat, but still too distinct to associate with anything they have smelled before. Could this be the key to understanding his longevity?

We may never know…