The rightful heir to the thrown of France and probably of at least another couple European countries where the higher caste was likely a spawn of the gods, Brian Canini is part Adonis and part Ganesha. At Brian's birth, the mayor of his town, fearing a prophecy that foretold of a baby being born into destined greatness, had all of the male newborns murdered. There, that proves that I... er - Brian is someone important. They only do that when really important people are born. Like Moses and that other dude that wore robes and sandals... what was his name? He was the other guy in the Bible. Uh... Oh well, you get the idea. Brian is a big deal!

Attending Antonelli College and learning about drawing and stuff, Brian perfected his craft by ... well, drawing and stuff. And he paid a bunch of cash for that. When he was done with the whole education thing, he was confused and lost. So he took a little trip across the country to find himself in the valleys, mountains, deserts, plains, soil, and sand of America. He decided during that trip to move to San Diego, where he spent more and more time drawing and stuff.

Following the example of such luminaries as P.T. Barnum and George Hull (and ignoring the wuss tactics of Carnegie and Oprah), Brian soon saw that it was money that walked. And he knew that you had to spend money to make money. So when he heard that Walter Swartz's estate was up for auction, he bought everything. With the property of "The Godfather of Futuristic Power Drama" in his hands, Brian swore he would change the industry, bringing art and wit to the reader on inexpensive paper that would offer for the greatest profit.

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