We have EC, CJ and JR Woods. Hmm I wonder what the next one will be? 

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Justin has it origins in Latin and means "righteous, just, fair". Rhys seems to be Welsh, but the meanings vary from "enthusiasm" to "running" and "ardour, rush".

Sounds appropriate.

He has summarised a few different sources of information below. So I am a Fire Boar, or Aquarius, depending what you follow, but interestingly, they agree on quite a few things:

It started typically enough - floating around, minding my own business. Things got a bit tight now and then, but it didn't worry me too much - that had been happening for a while now. But then things started getting really tight - I couldn't really have a big stretch like I liked to do. But it would pass every few minutes to give me a breather. Gradually, those breathers got shorter and shorter. And then the real pressure started - so much pressure my ears popped. And then I seemed to be running out of space too, like someone was trying to fit me into a toilet paper roll.

Then things started turning on their head, in almost every conceivable way. After all that pressure and cramped space, I emered into a huge open space with no pressure. My soft, smooth surroundings were replaced by extremes of nothingness and poking fingers. My skin even felt completely different - I became aware of the sensation of temperature where before I had assumed everything was as warm as me. Liquid was replaced by air and then I realised that I was breathing it - between my cries I was gulping in lungfuls of air. How weird. And weirder still, those poking fingers insisted on holding me upsidedown - with my head pointing up - not was I was used to at all.

But despite all of this, I soon began to realise it wasn't bad as much as it was new. A whole lot of new. Where before there was no sensation of temperature and only an inkling of inkling of smell, taste, light and sound, now there were sensations everywhere. It was a bit overwhelming at first, often entrancing me in awe, or making me cry. But among the myriad strange sensations were some very familiar ones, that made me feel secure. I was quickly placed against some soft, smooth skin that smelt familiar and I could still hear the dub-dub dub-dub sound I was familiar with. The muffled voices I was used to were there too, except all around me and much clearer than before. Maybe the hands and skin belonged to the same things the voices belonged to. That would be nice. I guess I can relax and see what happens.