Christopher Michael Wolfgang Nagy was born to a tribe of werewolf gypies, in the year of Our Dark Lord 1697, in Northern Spain. At an early age, he showed natural ability in primitive pinball and larceny. Around the age of 15, he decided to leave his people and make his way on his own. For centuries, he lived as a vagabond plying his trade in throughout the hamlets dotting the East European and Swedish landscapes, one day playing a charming grifter to the local taverns and the employed wenches therein, the next making his way as a dashing rogue, stealing fathers' beltpurses and daughters' hearts. He left many an angry burgomeister behind him as he stylishly dissappeared into the night moments before capture, an open window and a swooning village girl the only evidence of his previous presence. Unfortunately, in the early 20th century, The Great War had other designs for the intrepid youngster, and he was shipped off to the trenches of France. There he earned great renown for finding a cure for trench foot, namely desertion and exodus to Morocco on a schooner. He soon realized that the real payoffs lie in lead guitar or singing. Having been struck temporarily mute by a whale shark attack in South Africa, he picked up the ax and began his early attempts at playing. Unfortunately for the first time in his multi-century life as a werewolf gypsy kleptomaniac, here was an art in which he possesed absolutely no natural ability. He had two choices, one of which was to focus himself and practice diligently. Soon after making the contract with the devil, he moved to the continental US and used his ill-gotten guitar skill to make a living. He joined a number of bands, but was left time and time again due to dissagreements with moronic lead singers who could not grasp the concept that eye makeup and frilly shirts have no place in a thrash band. After decades of this pattern, in the mid-late 70's, he finally found the discipline to pursue his goal of world conquess--er, muscial expression from the aural inspriation of Motorhead's brand of loud, fast, no frills rock n roll. He decided to form a band himself, which he could rule with an iron fist and a mumbling, adolescent-timbred voice. He started by recruiting the very talented but physically decrepit and mentally malleable, Barry Will Mack (whose debut film in 1965, "Drunk Chicks Used To Dig My Hair", became the fifth highest grossing amateur porn film in history). Soon after, the disease-ridden growler Andy Martin joined the band, bringing his own love of all things heavy metal, not to mention Canadian and wierd. Their quest for a drummer took a while longer, and the band finally had to venture into the barrens of New Jersey itself, to battle the Jersey Devil and his horde of sentient toxic waste drums for the soul of the legendary viking double-bass drummer, Paul Scheps-Hawley. The lineup complete, Mr. Nagy now focused his attention on writing songs filled with subliminal messages to be directed at the impressionable and aberrantly violent youth of America. His long term goals include taking a nap, obtaining a falconry license, and "doing his part" in the Ragnarok.