Antisocial misanthrope living in a draughty cottage high on a snow-clad peak. Makes the occasional royalty from his books, but on the whole lives off food donations left on his doorstep by passing mountaineers and superstitious locals who regard him (perhaps rightly) as some sort of god. Has been known to kill intruders with his trusty blunderbuss. Hates adults, children and animals alike.
If you want to friend me, feel free to do so. Similarly if you want to unfriend me, go ahead: it's not the end of the world. I'll live with the blow to my ego, honest.