A real hard bastard, DARTH DEATH was raised in the unforgiving mean streets of Toorak.
Even from an early childhood, DEATH was a natural when it came to Evil. He was lured to the Dark Side when as a 6 year old he realised he took great joy in manipulating the emotions of old people. Especially around Christmas time.
As a teen he fell in with the wrong crowds: Hippies, Fine Art Students, Nerds. His lust for anti-social behaviour became uncontrollable. It was after his parents kicked him out of the house for blowing up the toilet that he fell under the influence of his new Mentor: The Camberwell MacDonalds Assistant Manager. Or as he was known to his enemies: DARTH NASTY.
DEATH spent many years under the tutelage of NASTY. Learning the ways of the Dark Side. Vicious, hidious, unspeakable skills like how to park in a handicapped zone without getting busted, how to ride on public transport without buying a ticket and the blackest of all arts: how to avoid buying a round in the pub by strategically timing your visits to the lavatory.
Eventually, as is the way with the Sith, DEATH took on the title of DARK LORD after he killed his Master. It was made to look like an accident but authorities became suspicious when it was pointed out that it was virtually impossible to cut your own head off and nail it to your TV. But by this time, DEATH had disappeared into the shadows of Urban Society and would not re-emerge for many years.
** DARTH DEATH appears courtesy of 'Brian's Pan-Galactic Interplanetary Male Escort and Alien Freak Talent Agency'
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