Michael Beazley was born and raised on the south-side of Chicago.
Fed a steady diet of scary movies from his Dad, who took him to see American Werewolf in London, Robocop, and Dirty Harry, and his Mom who let him read her first printing of The Shining, it is no wonder he turned out to be such a well adjusted young man.
Creepy things burned into the brain at a young age turned into constant drawing of robots, monsters, ghosts, laser beams and ninjas. Ironically, the same subject matter he still draws today. (Just a little bit better, but not much.)
He lives with his lovely wife who is a librarian and artist, a cat shaped like a glazed ham, and ferrets with bad behavior.
Crom laughs at the four winds and so does he.