In recent years, there has been talk, dark rumours spoken in hushed tones and fearful whispers in the dark places, of the arrival of a warrior, one who would restore balance and bring order to chaos, a man to strike fear into the very heart and souls of evil do-ers, a man for whom fear had no meaning, a chosen one, a champion, defender of the weak, scourge of the unjust, a shining beacon of light, virtuous and noble,

SciManAl has been mistaken for this warrior many times. Whilst having people rushing to him for blessings, or offering their daughters for blessings of a different sort of blessing was fun for a while, Pausing only for medical treatment of particularly embarassing rashes, he roams the universe in search of especially cute daughters, but doesn't turn down the ugly ones if he's been in space a while.