Eric Morcos

Background: I have been getting a lot of fan mail lately in regard to my background and upbringing. Since it is the fans that drive me to do what I do, I will oblige. I am not quite sure who my birth parents are or where I was born, but I will start back as far as I can remember. I was found at age four in Podkamennaya Tunguska, (now know as Krasnoyarsk Krai) Russia. I was discovered drinking water and eating native berries, naked, near the river. I still enjoy eating native berries and being nude. I was found by Dr. Richard Morcos and Dr. Elizabeth Morcos, who just so happened to be vacationing in the region. They were the first team to successfully transplant a cloned liver into ¢Sam¢ (Shlamga Autima Marechrik), and extraterrestrial, from the Glerkmerk Galaxy. Dick and Betty, as I lovingly call them, brought me back to Moscow where they had been working with the African jungle lily, in hopes of finding an anti-virus for A.I.D.S. A large team of Russian psychologists had decided I would never be able to fully communicate. The next step was to test me in laboratories to learn from a child who had been raised with no communication skills and no parental affection. My parents thought this to be to cruel, so they planned sneak me out of Moscow to Paris. They had been in contact with a fellow Russian scientist who had a contact in Germany. Little did they know the contact was Prescott Sheldon Bush, thought to have died fifteen years earlier. The day my parents planned to fly me to Paris our cover was blown. The German contact had sold the plans of our escape to the Russian government, so that he could fund a small oil drilling endeavor. My parents were not allowed to leave the country, once they had discovered the anti-virus for A.I.D.S. the Russian government had planned to assonate them and take the discovery as there own. Thus making the communist Russia the most powerful nation in the world. My father, being taught martial arts by Japanese monks, and mother having extensive special ops training in explosives, were not taken by surprise. My mother had rigged the laboratory with C4, ¢out of precaution,¢ just in case there was some sort of incident. The hardest choice my mother ever had to make was deciding whether to destroy their A.I.D.S research or give me to the Russians. As she remotely detonated the C4 (which blew out the windows of the entire south side of the apartment building), two Russian agents broke down their apartment door. Without pause my father attacked one agent with a flying sidekick while slamming the other§s head into doorway. My mother then grabbed me and led my father to a laundry shoot. Dad was the first one down, only to find no laundry cart below, breaking his left leg. Hopping to the laundry cart, he placed it below where mom and I had a safe landing. Being a nurse during the Vietnam War paid off. She immediately set my fathers leg and supplied him with what was one of the first uses of medicinal marijuana. Stealing her first automobile she drove us to a train station were she had fake passports in a locker awaiting our arrival. After that, it was pretty much your normal childhood. Graduating from MIT at 17, building the first 1440p OLED monitor, weekly threesomes, the usual. I hope that satisfies your interest in my younger days. If not I should be releasing my sixteenth book, (first autobiography) Greatness, this December.

Interests: Acting Full Time

Goals: Television and Film Acting