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Shula

Shula — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 22:42:47 GMT

Shula:

'''Real Name:''' Dissen. (don't ask, really)

'''Age:''' 18

'''Location:''' the middle of Amish-land

'''V1 Characters:''' none

'''V2 Characters:''' Laura Diesen(dead), Adrian Gray, Anthony Marius Ainsworth, Okalani Shimane

'''Random Facts:'''

- currently: chem major. will soon switch to: physics major. The disastrous consequences: I can tell you your velocity as you run screaming while reagent level acids eat away at your skin.

- Mt. Dew is good for you. Mt. Dew fountain syrup is better for you, especially in large doses.

- No, you cannot follow my logic, but you may fall victim to it. George Orwell's bad-guys had to use torture to get Winston to belive 2+2=5. I can do it entirely verbally.

Shula

Shula — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 22:42:36 GMT

Shula:

'''Real Name:''' Dissen. (don't ask, really)

'''Age:''' 18

'''Location:''' the middle of Amish-land

'''V1 Characters:''' none

'''V2 Characters:''' Laura Diesen(dead), Adrian Gray, Anthony Marius Ainsworth, Okalani Shimane

'''Random Facts:'''
- currently: chem major. will soon switch to: physics major. The disastrous consequences: I can tell you your velocity as you run screaming while reagent level acids eat away at your skin.

- Mt. Dew is good for you. Mt. Dew fountain syrup is better for you, especially in large doses.

- No, you cannot follow my logic, but you may fall victim to it. George Orwell's bad-guys had to use torture to get Winston to belive 2+2=5. I can do it entirely verbally.

Shula

Shula — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 22:42:17 GMT

Shula:

'''Real Name:''' Dissen. (don't ask, really)

'''Age:''' 18

'''Location:''' the middle of Amish-land

'''V1 Characters:''' none

'''V2 Characters:''' Laura Diesen(dead), Adrian Gray, Anthony Marius Ainsworth, Okalani Shimane

Random Facts:
- currently: chem major. will soon switch to: physics major. The disastrous consequences: I can tell you your velocity as you run screaming while reagent level acids eat away at your skin.

- Mt. Dew is good for you. Mt. Dew fountain syrup is better for you, especially in large doses.

- No, you cannot follow my logic, but you may fall victim to it. George Orwell's bad-guys had to use torture to get Winston to belive 2+2=5. I can do it entirely verbally.

Okalani Shimane

Shula — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 22:30:46 GMT

Shula: /* Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Okalani Shimane 
'''Gender:''' Female 
'''Age:''' 16 
'''Grade:''' 11 
'''School:''' Franklyn Senior School 
'''Homeroom:''' Mr. Dolph’s 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' She likes music a lot, but she's usually too high to be doing anything other than listen to any of her many CDs.

'''Appearance:''' With a darker complexion, rounder face, and no remarkable features, Lani is referred to by some people as a “typical Asian.” Shiny black hair with a slightly bluish tinge to it is usually put up in some manner, often a simple clip. Let down it reaches a few inches below her shoulder blades. Although not really tall, the girl is about 5’4 or something like that (she hasn’t checked in a while) which isn’t necessarily short either. Lani is on the thin side, about 110 pounds.

In terms of dress, the girl doesn’t see anything extraordinary about herself, so she’s no trying to show anything off or hide anything either. Generally she just wears blue jeans (maybe a denim skirt every once in a while) and a fairly plain shirt: a T-shirt or something equally casual.

'''Biography:''' Okalani was born in Honolulu and lived there until the beginning of 4th grade when her father’s job forced them to move to New Jersey. Before that, there really wasn’t anything worth mentioning. Sure there ware some fun times, and a few friends that probably shaped her in some manner, but it’s all in the past now.

4th grade was hard for the girl. It had nothing to do with academics, that was all a breeze. (Except some of those “elephant words” in Spelling that you just had to remember because they were weird.) It was social areas she had problems with. The first issue was her name. Was it really that hard to pronounce? “Oak-ah-lah-nee” She didn’t think it was. She told people to call her Lani anyway. That still didn’t fix anything, (She kept getting something that sounded like Larry, but with an N, not two R’s.) but it wasn’t her main concern for long. Her parents told her it might be hard to fit in with the other kids at school at first, but “at first” came and went and still it seemed that she was the favorite for the other girls to pick on.

Lani remembers one time quite clearly. She had managed to get one of the good swings that day at recess. (Everyone else was playing Red Rover.) And then what seemed to be all of the girls in class came over as a group, Maire in front, and she said to Lani: “You know nobody likes you. You don’t have any friends!” Never being very good with comebacks, Lani had only retorted “I don’t really care, Maire.” She really shouldn’t have added the name, because then all the girls started laughing. One of the ones in the back of the group had really been talking. The blonde one was only lip-syncing.

It was things like that that got to her. She told herself, everyone, that she really didn’t care. She really did believe it, too. It just wasn’t true. By sixth grade she was starting to show signs of depression, nothing very noticeable though, not even to herself. In middle school she had a group of friends, but they didn’t much like her. They just...felt bad for her or something and let her stick around. But by the end of middle school, when Survivor was a big hit, even they were voting her off the lunch table.

High school came and she was determined to make everything change. She bought all new clothes to try to fit in; she practiced talking with an accent. Everyone else called it covering her accent (which nobody could ever place as Hawaiian) but to her it was speaking with one. Of course, though, it didn’t last. But why not? That’s what mattered, the clothing, the normality, the act.

By this time she, at least, knew she was suffering from depression. She just wasn’t good enough. Her grades weren’t stellar; nobody liked her, she couldn’t get a boy friend, everything she tried she failed. So instead of trying to fit in, she did the opposite. By tenth grade she had tried (and in a few cases, kept up with) nearly any drug imaginable. Somehow, though, she managed to keep it hidden from her parents. It wasn’t too hard. They trusted her on everything.

She tried to be anorexic once. It only lasted a few days. She liked food too much. She tried cutting a few times. It stung too much. But drugs and alcohol, sure hangovers were annoying, but drugs didn’t hurt, and they took her mind off of life. And she really did fail at everything. She tried to die, several times actually, and nobody even noticed a thing. That happens though, when you mistake Advil for Aspirin. But that’s not the point. She just really hates you all. She won’t tell you, she wants you to figure it out on your own. Because if that happens, then it might even mean that you care about her.

'''Advantages:''' She isn’t afraid to die, and she’ll probably enjoy killing someone else. So even if it’s a dangerous idea, whatever.

'''Disadvantages:''' She isn’t afraid to die. So even if it’s a dangerous idea, whatever.

'''Number:''' Female Student no. 28

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'''Designated Weapon:''' Dagger 
'''Conclusions:''' I don't see G28 making it to the end. She's far too reckless to be able to take the cake in this competition. However, I do see her being quite the little motivator in the game. Well, perhaps... if she doesn't find some way to go emo and try to kill herself again.

'''''The above biography is as written by [[Shula]]. No editz or alterations to the author's original work have been made.'''''

== Evaluations ==
'''Kills:''' 0

'''Killed by:''' collar explosion

'''Collected Weapons:''' designated dagger

'''Allies:'''

'''Enemies:'''

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''

== Other/Trivia ==
''Coming Soon...''

== Threads ==
''A list of threads that contained Okalani, in chronological order.''

== Your Thoughts ==
Whether you were a fellow handler in SOTF or just an avid reader of the site, we'd like to know what you thought about Okalani Shimane. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!

Adrian Gray

Shula — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 22:26:25 GMT

Shula: /* Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Andrew “Adrian” Mason Gray 
'''Gender:''' male 
'''Age:''' 16 
'''Grade:''' 10 
'''School:''' Hobbsborough 
'''Homeroom:''' Mrs. Saranna’s homeroom 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' sketching

'''Appearance:''' Adrian’s most prominent feature is his hair: it’s just shoulder length, and the lightest blond you can obtain with bleach, except for the last inch or so, which I dyed a sharp black. Other than that, he is fairly average. He stands at around 5’10 and weighs, well, he’s not exactly sure, but he looks nearly unhealthily skinny. His outfit his simple: dark girl’s jeans, a band t-shirt that’s generally on the small side, and an Atreyu hoodie (unless it’s very warm out).

'''Biography:''' He changed his name when he was 14.

Andy never really have any friends. All through elementary school he was picked last for teams, he hung out near the swings by himself at recess, and he managed to be the punvh line of nearly every cruel joke. It never helped that teachers noticed this. They’d usually try to be nicer to him, and that just got him known as “teacher’s pet.” Andy quickly learned to hate school. His home life at the time was normal enough, if a bit lacking in attention. Sure an A on his latest test would be found on the refridgerator door, and sure he got all the REALLY cool new toys (as long as he took care of the ones he already had). It was just that his parents never really had time for him. His father used to try to stay home sometimes during his first year or so of school, but he had to start staying later on the days he was at work, and then going every day, and then staying later every day. By the end of 3rd grade, his father would only getting home long after Andy’s bedtime. His mother, well, she was a workaholic. The boy never really saw much of her.

Then middle school came. 6th grade. Andy was a kid’s name now. He should go by Andrew. That was a grown up name, and he was twelve—nearly a teenager! All of a sudden, girls weren’t supposed to have cooties anymore, and the cool things to wear weren’t spiderman shirts and light-up sneakers, and music was a priority. Andrew begged his parents to get him a haircut. His standard dirt-blond close cut look wasn’t cutting it. He wasn’t cool. Instead, he got a whole new look. Big pants and shirts with funny sayings on them, and he got his hair frosted! The kids at school would be so impressed! For a while, actually, they were. But they eventually found out that he was boring. Andrew didn’t like the cool music they liked. Andrew liked boring, SLOW music, like these weirdos called Tool and Type 0 Negative) and any time they wanted to talk to girls, he wouldn’t want to. He must be chicken!

The fact of the matter was, Andrew preferred to avoid girls. They were annoying and, well, girly. Now, he didn’t really care for boys either, he just...disliked girls as a whole. Was there something wrong with him? Those happy self-esteem people say being different isn’t bad, but it sure didn’t seem good.

The summer before highschool Andrew was spending all his time in his room. His parents assumed that was normal and, honestly, it probably took them a while to notice. And if his sporadic trips to the nearby mall ended with another outfit of black, or red or dark purple, well, it was just a phase. One night, Andrew came home with jet black hair. He announced to his parents that he wanted to be called Adrian now...it just fit him better. This was just part of the phase, surely.

On the first day of high school, Andrew—now Adrian—went to school wearing black pants, each leg boasting a nine inch diameter at the base, fishnet gloves, a tight black shirt, and his nails were painted black. Most people didn’t even notice the nails though; most people were preoccupied with the ...makeup. Boys just didn’t wear lipstick, even if it was black. Boys just didn’t wear eyeliner, even if it did extend from the corner of his eye with a perfect curl and a streak down his cheek. One girl, though, didn’t mind his admittedly unique (for the while) sense of style. And she didn’t mind when he would suddenly go quiet. And she certainly didn’t mind when he asked her out that one time. He didn’t really want to ask her out; it was just what he thought he was supposed to do. It turned out to be a disaster, and they haven’t spoken since, but that wasn’t the point. For a while there, Adrian could honestly say he had a friend.

That was an odd development. After is was all over, he actually had a hard time determining whether he preferred being strictly a loner or keeping a friend. Sure it had been fun at times, but he couldn’t help but feel that he was always dragging her down. And more often than not, it was just weird. Adrian attributed that much to “girl logic” and its complete irrationalities therein.

At least, that’s what he told himself. He refused to admit he really just wanted someone to notice HIM, and not just “that goth kid” so as that year ended, Adrian thought another style change was in order. He ler his dirty blond hair grow out, and bleached it as white as he could, then dyed the ends black again. Gone were the giant pantson ninth grade. Now he was going to show everyone just how skinny he really was, especially in this world of fat. Another trip to the mall got him two pair of girls’ jeans. Figuring there couldn’t possibly be a size smaller than zero, he bought those. They’re the only pants he’ll wear now. And only in the hottest of days does he leave behind his Atreyu sip-up hoodie. On those rare occasions, he wears his favorite Misfits shirt: it has their skull in silver glitter on the front. People stare at it, at him, when he wears it. Adrian likes making people stare. Just more proof that he really does hold power over them.

It’s only happened three times so far this year, some large jock pushing him in the hallway and calling him an anorexic faggot. Just goes to show that the dumb jock type really is true. He eats, he just doesn’t weigh more than 120 pounds despite it. As for his sexuality, well, he doesn’t care. Why should they? Does the fact that he’s not looking up every skirt to walk by mean he’s checking out ever pair of pants to walk by? Of course not. It means he has better things to do with his time. Things that don’t involve people, which seems to work out well enough. Adrian doesn’t like them, and they’ve never seemed to like him either.

'''Advantages:''' everyone else just deserves to die, and he doesn’t really like to attract attention to himself in most ways.

'''Disadvantages:''' Because he feels that others are beneath him, Adrian is liable to underestimate just about everyone.

'''Number:''' Male Student no. 19

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'''Designated Weapon:''' Leather Strap 
'''Conclusions:''' Ah, the boy who is just misunderstood. Could this be [[Hawley Faust]] reborn? Doubtful. If he plans to underestimate everyone I'd love for him to meet the rather easy-to-play-off-as-weak [[Jonathan Michaels|B14]]...it'd definately be interesting...

== Evaluations ==

'''Kills:''' [[Joshua Moore]]

'''Killed by:''' a slippery fall

'''Collected Weapons:''' Shinai (taken from deceased Joshua Moore)

'''Allies:'''

'''Enemies:'''

'''Mid-game Evaluation:'''

'''End-game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''

== Other/Trivia ==

== Threads ==
''The various threads that contained Adrian. In order from first to finish.''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=770 Of Rats and Boys]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1033 I'm Alive]

== Your Thoughts ==
''Whether you were a fellow handler in SOTF or just an avid reader of the site, we'd like to know what you thought about Adrian Gray. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Shula

Shula — Sun, 21 Jan 2007 14:02:49 GMT

Shula:

'''Real Name:''' Laura.

'''Age:''' 18

'''Location:''' United States

'''V1 Characters:''' none

'''V2 Characters:''' Laura Diesen(dead), Adrian Gray, Anthony Marius Ainsworth, Okalani Shimane

Random Facts:
- favorite color = green

- I have diabetes, with hand motions.

- I have a tendency to make water ballons out of condoms (and vanilla yogurt) and throwing them at people.

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'''Biography:'''
I am queen of the pirates, and I have ninjas working for me as well. That's all you need to know.

Shula

Shula — Sun, 21 Jan 2007 14:02:15 GMT

Shula:

'''Real Name:''' Laura.

'''Age:''' 18

'''Location:''' United States

'''V1 Characters:''' none

'''V2 Characters:''' Laura Diesen(dead), Adrian Gray, Anthony Marius Ainsworth, Okalani Shimane

Random Facts:
- favorite color = green
- I have diabetes, with hand motions.
- I have a tendency to make water ballons out of condoms (and vanilla yogurt) and throwing them at people.

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'''Biography:'''
I am queen of the pirates, and I have ninjas working for me as well. That's all you need to know.

Shula

Shula — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 01:35:42 GMT

Shula:

'''Real Name:''' Laura.

'''Age:''' 18

'''Location:''' United States

'''V1 Characters:''' none

'''V2 Characters:''' Laura Diesen, Adrian Gray, Anthony Marius Ainsworth

Random Facts:
- favorite color = green
- I have diabetes, with hand motions.
- I have a tendency to make water ballons out of condoms (and vanilla yogurt) and throwing them at people.

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'''Biography:'''
I am queen of the pirates, and I have ninjas working for me as well. That's all you need to know.

Shula

Shula — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 01:34:04 GMT

Shula:

'''Real Name:''' Laura.
'''Age:''' 18
'''Location:''' United States

'''V1 Characters:''' none
'''V2 Characters:''' Laura Diesen, Adrian Gray, Anthony Marius Ainsworth

Random Facts:
- favorite color = green
- I have diabetes, with hand motions.
- I have a tendency to make water ballons out of condoms (and vanilla yogurt) and throwing them at people.

----
'''Biography:'''
I am queen of the pirates, and I have ninjas working for me as well. That's all you need to know.