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Blood Boy

Slacker — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 19:14:29 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Blood Boy 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Age:''' 17 
'''Grade:''' 12th Grade 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' The crazed magician of Southridge only is interested in the art of optical illusions and some give him a sort of mythological significance as he (with just the matter of quick and subtle body shifts) can basically make the human eye see doubles of certain parts of his body (Of course he can't do this with all of his body, so usually it's just his hands), carrying a deck of cards with him and performing quick sly of the hand tricks in his free time. Blood Boy is obsessed with not only personifying the myth of the magician, but creating his own legend.

'''Appearance:''' One does not look into the eyes of “Blood Boy” and feel happiness, in fact rarely has anyone looked into the eyes of Blood Boy at all. Since an early age he has gotten permission to wear a special mask that hides his appearance. Designed to resemble the iconic smiley face emoticon it’s eyes are simply two tinted dark lenses. no mouth hole so horrifyingly whenever Blood Boy speaks all you hear is the gargled up and muffled words coming from behind the plastic mask. The next thing you’d notice about Blood Boy is the long unorganized mop of dark brown hair he has on top of his head, it is greasy and matted into an uncombable mess.

His body is just as horrifying as he is, having a sickly pale skin tone and bone thin arms, his long and bony fingers are almost always absent of nails (and this is because he ritualistically and habitualistically pulls his finger nails right off). His upper body unlike his face has no scars, no abnormalities, though he is so thin that whenever he would have to change for gym class he would be compared to a jew in a concentration camp, his wobbly knees and rather pathetic weak upper body seems almost a distinct contrast to what reputation his face has gotten him, however the 5’4” and 89lb Blood Boy does not get his name for any violent outbursts.

Blood Boy’s face has never been graced by acne or anything normal teenagers are worried about, the last time he himself saw his face he was a mere child of three years old and his skin had some sunlight then, he was a handsome child then, much more handsome than any of the boys in school now and if life had gone a good course for Blood Boy, he probably would’ve been considered a handsome lad. Now though he is a horrifying being, his skin is considered one big pussing scab, and because he finds himself constantly picking at it the scab constantly has the smell of dried blood on it. His nose which was once lovely is smashed in making it almost impossible for him to breathe out of it, that is of course it would be somewhat possible if it wasn’t clogged up with snot that due to his noses’ crushed status is impossible to remove. His teeth where once perfectly straight and white, being blessed with no defects however now they are simply a shattered and ugly piece of enamel and bone. Though nobody has seen his face (aside from doctors and the various psychologists he has visited), some people assume that he is only hiding something has ridiculous as a zit.

However, what get’s Blood Boy his name is the constant smell of dried blood that simply falls right off of him.

'''Biography:''' Blood Boy, was born on December 25th, 1989, although in the long run that is pretty insignificant as he hasn’t celebrated his birthday since he was eight years old. When he was born he was regarded as a gift from god, his religious grandparents christened him as an almost reincarnation of Christ, however this image would not be held up for a long while. His father and mother moved to California when he was two years old and Blood Boy was regarded to have adapted extremely well to the Californian life style, his house was a fairly expensive house on the beach and while his mother stayed home (she was a singer) and her husband worked as a journalist for a local paper.

When he was three years old his mother ended up picking up a habit at one of her shows, this of course being a heroin addiction. His father was always rather...dependant on his mother’s well being and was unable to function without someone, completely and utterly lacking independence, he was lost when his wife didn’t show up at home and even more at lost when she died of a purposeful heroin overdose, only leaving a frighteningly accurate drawing of a smiley face (drawn in her own blood) and using the hypodermic needle that moments later was used to inject the erroneous amount of heroin into her.

Frightened and scared the man insisted on being with his wife, so she could lead him into a pleasing direction. Of course this meant killing himself, of course he wouldn’t want his son to be alone either (picturing Blood Boy being alone sent chills down his spine) and thus decided to kill the boy. Shoving rather large a marble down the boys throat, Blood Boy began to squirm and scratch he first began scratching at his face, then hammer fisting his nose in and when his father finally pulled a trigger upon himself Blood Boy did the only thing he could...he ran to the next door neighbor who just happened to be a paramedic...he fainted five seconds through the door...the paramedic would say that his clawing however persisted throughout the entire time he did CPR.

Despite his fathers wishes, Blood Boy did not die that night and was left alone. No insurance meant no face reconstruction surgery and thus Blood Boy was faced with the grim decision of living with his own self inflicted wounds at the age of three years old, while most children would learn of responsibility at an older age...Blood Boy got a crash course in it. He was sent to live with his religious grandparents whose general open mindedness would tell you that they where simply being good Samaritans, his grandparents brought with them medical insurance and that brought the ability to get facial reconstruction surgery. Unfoourtunatly malpractice after malpractice brought Blood Boy's face only looking worse, and while he finally did win the suit against the hospital when he was sixteen, he was the happiest of his life and after consulting his then girlfriend (who was under the false assumption that he was a very handsome boy), he decided that he didn't need facial reconstruction surgery and ever since she had broken up with him, he has neglected to go for it again (it is not on his priority list).

However, that is neither here nor-there, Blood Boy still had a lot of life to live on and it was almost ironic that his first day of Pre-School would come post his first messed up plastic surgery.

School came along and Blood Boy first came to school without a mask, children oohed and ahhed, he was a well kept secret of his grandparents...but Blood Boy’s school debut was the end of their privacy. Blood Boy was given his first mask on his fourth birthday, by that time the name Blood Boy had already been cemented, his teachers called him that, his classmates called him that and soon enough his grandparents called him that. That was the end of his humanity. During school he was something to be talked about in hushed voices, something to stare at as he drew calmly in a dark corner of the class. No teacher acknowledged his presence, no teacher called him by his name...by the time they got wind of him going to their class, the name was erased, he was Blood Boy and nothing could change that.

His first “friend” was a boy named Steven, even though Steven was fundamentally a good soul, although it was soon revealed that even he had befriended Blood Boy for the wrong reason. Steven was perhaps his first introduction into the world of magic, as Steven showed him a magician. Magic always fascinated Blood Boy, the ability to make things seem like they aren’t. The fooling of the mind to believe things that aren’t there...it was euphoric and it was something that he began studying with the use of some books he obtained. Steven was also rather...well ambitious, he dreamt of becoming a Ringmaster and he and Blood Boy planned on having a circus on a Saturday, Blood Boy thought his magic would be the main attraction. Steven revealed it would be Blood Boy’s face. You see most people had forgotten how Blood Boy looked, that was a legend all unto itself as the story got exaggerated, at eight years old Blood Boy was just the creepy kid in the back of the classroom with no one sitting next to him (because honestly, you would only sit next to Blood Boy if you where insane), Steven wanted to harness that.

Funnily enough it was when Steven did a practice show for his mother that Blood Boy lost his friend, seeing the horrifying “creature” (as despite the Boy in his name, Blood Boy was denied his status as a human for the last four years), she moved away and Blood Boy never saw Steven again. Blood Boy soon put the pieces together, normal people either separated into two categories...the ones that either didn’t want to see him or the ones that wanted to exploit the ones that didn’t want to see him, either way they where not to be trusted. Despite this stance, Blood Boy was simply (and is simply) a normal boy and thus had very normal feelings.

His next friendship would be in the form of a girl named Haya. Haya was...in short, fat. She stood at 4’11” and weighed close to 170lb, both social outcast Blood Boy met Haya in freshman year and reluctantly they started going out in secret, she would be the next to try to abuse Blood Boy (although even he would be surprised by this)...Haya had made a bet with her friends that she would be able to, in short have sex with Blood Boy. In some female circles, Blood Boy was thought to be hiding an extremely handsome face underneath that mask, but Haya soon realized that he wasn’t. Midway during intercourse she pulled back that mask and simply stayed petrified in shock, Blood Boy withdrew, obviously scared that the person he had fallen in love with would react like this.

Then came the screaming, soon after the father came in...and then came the beating. The ambulances came and soon came the explaining, Haya was put into a mental hospital and her family moved away. That was the end of his hope to have a fulfilling relationship. Since Haya, Blood Boy has simply taken to his status as a social recluse, he is doing fine in school and is willing to talk to people, however most people refuse to talk to him (despite his obvious craving for human connection) and Blood Boy simply stays in the background of his class, some people claim they hear him whining during the middle of class, little do they know these are to put it simply tears.

In recent months Blood Boy has grown to be quite a celebrity, not due to his personality, but rather the skill in which he has dispatched his various tormentors. Blood Boy strangely enough is regarded as some sort of hero due to how he handled a situation of his own demand, honestly while Blood Boy appreciates the attention it has become a bit disheartening as Blood Boy finds being in the back to be a bit more comforting.

'''Advantages:''' His obviously creepy demeanor is considered an advantage as it will put people off guard and due to his status as an outsider, well he has no connections to his classmates and thus will most likely have no qualms with killing them off. He is also inherently very intelligent, however due to his lack of a great education...this intelligence is only revealed during critical thinking exercises.

'''Disadvantages:''' Being socially awkward has it’s fall backs, having no clue how to operate in human relationships (along with being very paranoid about relationships in general), Blood Boy not only does not have friends...but he fears in making them (this should best be described as a fear of heart break). His body does not contain any hidden strength and he is quite possibly the weakest person (physically and mentally) at Southridge.

Other Info: -He has a severe nail biting problem, to the point where he has bitten and chewed off layer after layer of his nail plate leaving only the lunula (the white crescent shaped part of the nail that is visible), he grudgingly takes care of this as to not let his nails become the fucked up pile of crap his face his.

-As you might of guess, this nail biting only takes part whenever he has his mask off: While Eating, bathing, and those long nights when he can't get sleep.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student no. 27

'''''The above biography is as written by [[Slacker|Bukowski]]. No edits or alterations to the author's original work have been made.'''''

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Ida + Acotine Poison for Blade 
'''Conclusions:''' It seems that B27 belongs in Notre Dame rather than in the playing field for SOTF. He's certainly not the first border-line crazy we've had on the island (what is it with this new generation that makes this so common?), but he's certainly the oddest. I wonder if he can make his name count for more than just his bloody noses? For some reason though... possibly his size, or the fact that the kid walks around in a Halloween mask... I doubt it.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:''' [[Josh Goodman]] , [[Kara Holmes]] , [[Rebbecca Bradbury]]

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Ida (issued weapon), Acotine Poison (supplementary weapon), Taurus Millennium (from [[Josh Goodman]]), Viper JAWS (BKA Prize)

'''Allies:'''

'''Enemies:'''

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:''' ''"Taurus Millennium! You've no doubt heard about this! Now witness, before your very eyes, that most rare and tragic of natures mistakes! I give you: the average high school girl. Physically unremarkable, it instead possesses a deformed set of values. Notice the hideously bloated sense of humanity's importance. Also note the club-footed social conscience and the withered optimism. It's certainly not for the squeamish, is it? Most repulsive of all, are its frail and useless notions of order and sanity. If too much weight is placed upon them... they snap. How does it live, I hear you ask? How does this poor pathetic specimen survive in today’s harsh and irrational environment? I'm afraid the sad answer is, "Not very well". Faced with the inescapable fact that human existence is mad, random, and pointless, one in eight of them crack up and go stark slavering mad! Who can blame them? In a world as psychotic as this... any other response would be crazy!”
''

== Other/Trivia ==
*Bukowski briefly toyed with the idea of having Blood Boy have reconstructive surgery to fix his face after gaining some kind of newfound popularity during the V3 Pre-Game, but nixed the idea.

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Blood Boy, in chronological order.''

'''Pre-Game:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1783 Life is a Crowded Hallway]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1794 A Single Piano]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1806 Discipline]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1848 Sweet for Some and Painful for Others]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1865 Up is Down]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1875 Beauty, Beast and Boxer]

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2042 Blood and Thunder]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2118 Lost]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2159 Ten Speed]

== 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 Blood Boy. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Blood Boy

Slacker — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 19:13:13 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Blood Boy 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Age:''' 17 
'''Grade:''' 12th Grade 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' The crazed magician of Southridge only is interested in the art of optical illusions and some give him a sort of mythological significance as he (with just the matter of quick and subtle body shifts) can basically make the human eye see doubles of certain parts of his body (Of course he can't do this with all of his body, so usually it's just his hands), carrying a deck of cards with him and performing quick sly of the hand tricks in his free time. Blood Boy is obsessed with not only personifying the myth of the magician, but creating his own legend.

'''Appearance:''' One does not look into the eyes of “Blood Boy” and feel happiness, in fact rarely has anyone looked into the eyes of Blood Boy at all. Since an early age he has gotten permission to wear a special mask that hides his appearance. Designed to resemble the iconic smiley face emoticon it’s eyes are simply two tinted dark lenses. no mouth hole so horrifyingly whenever Blood Boy speaks all you hear is the gargled up and muffled words coming from behind the plastic mask. The next thing you’d notice about Blood Boy is the long unorganized mop of dark brown hair he has on top of his head, it is greasy and matted into an uncombable mess.

His body is just as horrifying as he is, having a sickly pale skin tone and bone thin arms, his long and bony fingers are almost always absent of nails (and this is because he ritualistically and habitualistically pulls his finger nails right off). His upper body unlike his face has no scars, no abnormalities, though he is so thin that whenever he would have to change for gym class he would be compared to a jew in a concentration camp, his wobbly knees and rather pathetic weak upper body seems almost a distinct contrast to what reputation his face has gotten him, however the 5’4” and 89lb Blood Boy does not get his name for any violent outbursts.

Blood Boy’s face has never been graced by acne or anything normal teenagers are worried about, the last time he himself saw his face he was a mere child of three years old and his skin had some sunlight then, he was a handsome child then, much more handsome than any of the boys in school now and if life had gone a good course for Blood Boy, he probably would’ve been considered a handsome lad. Now though he is a horrifying being, his skin is considered one big pussing scab, and because he finds himself constantly picking at it the scab constantly has the smell of dried blood on it. His nose which was once lovely is smashed in making it almost impossible for him to breathe out of it, that is of course it would be somewhat possible if it wasn’t clogged up with snot that due to his noses’ crushed status is impossible to remove. His teeth where once perfectly straight and white, being blessed with no defects however now they are simply a shattered and ugly piece of enamel and bone. Though nobody has seen his face (aside from doctors and the various psychologists he has visited), some people assume that he is only hiding something has ridiculous as a zit.

However, what get’s Blood Boy his name is the constant smell of dried blood that simply falls right off of him.

'''Biography:''' Blood Boy, was born on December 25th, 1989, although in the long run that is pretty insignificant as he hasn’t celebrated his birthday since he was eight years old. When he was born he was regarded as a gift from god, his religious grandparents christened him as an almost reincarnation of Christ, however this image would not be held up for a long while. His father and mother moved to California when he was two years old and Blood Boy was regarded to have adapted extremely well to the Californian life style, his house was a fairly expensive house on the beach and while his mother stayed home (she was a singer) and her husband worked as a journalist for a local paper.

When he was three years old his mother ended up picking up a habit at one of her shows, this of course being a heroin addiction. His father was always rather...dependant on his mother’s well being and was unable to function without someone, completely and utterly lacking independence, he was lost when his wife didn’t show up at home and even more at lost when she died of a purposeful heroin overdose, only leaving a frighteningly accurate drawing of a smiley face (drawn in her own blood) and using the hypodermic needle that moments later was used to inject the erroneous amount of heroin into her.

Frightened and scared the man insisted on being with his wife, so she could lead him into a pleasing direction. Of course this meant killing himself, of course he wouldn’t want his son to be alone either (picturing Blood Boy being alone sent chills down his spine) and thus decided to kill the boy. Shoving rather large a marble down the boys throat, Blood Boy began to squirm and scratch he first began scratching at his face, then hammer fisting his nose in and when his father finally pulled a trigger upon himself Blood Boy did the only thing he could...he ran to the next door neighbor who just happened to be a paramedic...he fainted five seconds through the door...the paramedic would say that his clawing however persisted throughout the entire time he did CPR.

Despite his fathers wishes, Blood Boy did not die that night and was left alone. No insurance meant no face reconstruction surgery and thus Blood Boy was faced with the grim decision of living with his own self inflicted wounds at the age of three years old, while most children would learn of responsibility at an older age...Blood Boy got a crash course in it. He was sent to live with his religious grandparents whose general open mindedness would tell you that they where simply being good Samaritans, his grandparents brought with them medical insurance and that brought the ability to get facial reconstruction surgery. Unfoourtunatly malpractice after malpractice brought Blood Boy's face only looking worse, and while he finally did win the suit against the hospital when he was sixteen, he was the happiest of his life and after consulting his then girlfriend (who was under the false assumption that he was a very handsome boy), he decided that he didn't need facial reconstruction surgery and ever since she had broken up with him, he has neglected to go for it again (it is not on his priority list).

However, that is neither here nor-there, Blood Boy still had a lot of life to live on and it was almost ironic that his first day of Pre-School would come post his first messed up plastic surgery.

School came along and Blood Boy first came to school without a mask, children oohed and ahhed, he was a well kept secret of his grandparents...but Blood Boy’s school debut was the end of their privacy. Blood Boy was given his first mask on his fourth birthday, by that time the name Blood Boy had already been cemented, his teachers called him that, his classmates called him that and soon enough his grandparents called him that. That was the end of his humanity. During school he was something to be talked about in hushed voices, something to stare at as he drew calmly in a dark corner of the class. No teacher acknowledged his presence, no teacher called him by his name...by the time they got wind of him going to their class, the name was erased, he was Blood Boy and nothing could change that.

His first “friend” was a boy named Steven, even though Steven was fundamentally a good soul, although it was soon revealed that even he had befriended Blood Boy for the wrong reason. Steven was perhaps his first introduction into the world of magic, as Steven showed him a magician. Magic always fascinated Blood Boy, the ability to make things seem like they aren’t. The fooling of the mind to believe things that aren’t there...it was euphoric and it was something that he began studying with the use of some books he obtained. Steven was also rather...well ambitious, he dreamt of becoming a Ringmaster and he and Blood Boy planned on having a circus on a Saturday, Blood Boy thought his magic would be the main attraction. Steven revealed it would be Blood Boy’s face. You see most people had forgotten how Blood Boy looked, that was a legend all unto itself as the story got exaggerated, at eight years old Blood Boy was just the creepy kid in the back of the classroom with no one sitting next to him (because honestly, you would only sit next to Blood Boy if you where insane), Steven wanted to harness that.

Funnily enough it was when Steven did a practice show for his mother that Blood Boy lost his friend, seeing the horrifying “creature” (as despite the Boy in his name, Blood Boy was denied his status as a human for the last four years), she moved away and Blood Boy never saw Steven again. Blood Boy soon put the pieces together, normal people either separated into two categories...the ones that either didn’t want to see him or the ones that wanted to exploit the ones that didn’t want to see him, either way they where not to be trusted. Despite this stance, Blood Boy was simply (and is simply) a normal boy and thus had very normal feelings.

His next friendship would be in the form of a girl named Haya. Haya was...in short, fat. She stood at 4’11” and weighed close to 170lb, both social outcast Blood Boy met Haya in freshman year and reluctantly they started going out in secret, she would be the next to try to abuse Blood Boy (although even he would be surprised by this)...Haya had made a bet with her friends that she would be able to, in short have sex with Blood Boy. In some female circles, Blood Boy was thought to be hiding an extremely handsome face underneath that mask, but Haya soon realized that he wasn’t. Midway during intercourse she pulled back that mask and simply stayed petrified in shock, Blood Boy withdrew, obviously scared that the person he had fallen in love with would react like this.

Then came the screaming, soon after the father came in...and then came the beating. The ambulances came and soon came the explaining, Haya was put into a mental hospital and her family moved away. That was the end of his hope to have a fulfilling relationship. Since Haya, Blood Boy has simply taken to his status as a social recluse, he is doing fine in school and is willing to talk to people, however most people refuse to talk to him (despite his obvious craving for human connection) and Blood Boy simply stays in the background of his class, some people claim they hear him whining during the middle of class, little do they know these are to put it simply tears.

In recent months Blood Boy has grown to be quite a celebrity, not due to his personality, but rather the skill in which he has dispatched his various tormentors. Blood Boy strangely enough is regarded as some sort of hero due to how he handled a situation of his own demand, honestly while Blood Boy appreciates the attention it has become a bit disheartening as Blood Boy finds being in the back to be a bit more comforting.

'''Advantages:''' His obviously creepy demeanor is considered an advantage as it will put people off guard and due to his status as an outsider, well he has no connections to his classmates and thus will most likely have no qualms with killing them off. He is also inherently very intelligent, however due to his lack of a great education...this intelligence is only revealed during critical thinking exercises.

'''Disadvantages:''' Being socially awkward has it’s fall backs, having no clue how to operate in human relationships (along with being very paranoid about relationships in general), Blood Boy not only does not have friends...but he fears in making them (this should best be described as a fear of heart break). His body does not contain any hidden strength and he is quite possibly the weakest person (physically and mentally) at Southridge.

Other Info: -He has a severe nail biting problem, to the point where he has bitten and chewed off layer after layer of his nail plate leaving only the lunula (the white crescent shaped part of the nail that is visible), he grudgingly takes care of this as to not let his nails become the fucked up pile of crap his face his.

-As you might of guess, this nail biting only takes part whenever he has his mask off: While Eating, bathing, and those long nights when he can't get sleep.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student no. 27

'''''The above biography is as written by [[Slacker|Bukowski]]. No edits or alterations to the author's original work have been made.'''''

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Ida + Acotine Poison for Blade 
'''Conclusions:''' It seems that B27 belongs in Notre Dame rather than in the playing field for SOTF. He's certainly not the first border-line crazy we've had on the island (what is it with this new generation that makes this so common?), but he's certainly the oddest. I wonder if he can make his name count for more than just his bloody noses? For some reason though... possibly his size, or the fact that the kid walks around in a Halloween mask... I doubt it.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:''' [[Josh Goodman]] , [[Kara Holmes]] , [[Rebecca Bradbury]]

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Ida (issued weapon), Acotine Poison (supplementary weapon), Taurus Millennium (from [[Josh Goodman]]), Viper JAWS (BKA Prize)

'''Allies:'''

'''Enemies:'''

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:''' ''Italic text''"Taurus Millennium! You've no doubt heard about this! Now witness, before your very eyes, that most rare and tragic of natures mistakes! I give you: the average high school girl. Physically unremarkable, it instead possesses a deformed set of values. Notice the hideously bloated sense of humanity's importance. Also note the club-footed social conscience and the withered optimism. It's certainly not for the squeamish, is it? Most repulsive of all, are its frail and useless notions of order and sanity. If too much weight is placed upon them... they snap. How does it live, I hear you ask? How does this poor pathetic specimen survive in today’s harsh and irrational environment? I'm afraid the sad answer is, "Not very well". Faced with the inescapable fact that human existence is mad, random, and pointless, one in eight of them crack up and go stark slavering mad! Who can blame them? In a world as psychotic as this... any other response would be crazy!”

== Other/Trivia ==
*Bukowski briefly toyed with the idea of having Blood Boy have reconstructive surgery to fix his face after gaining some kind of newfound popularity during the V3 Pre-Game, but nixed the idea.

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Blood Boy, in chronological order.''

'''Pre-Game:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1783 Life is a Crowded Hallway]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1794 A Single Piano]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1806 Discipline]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1848 Sweet for Some and Painful for Others]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1865 Up is Down]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1875 Beauty, Beast and Boxer]

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2042 Blood and Thunder]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2118 Lost]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2159 Ten Speed]

== 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 Blood Boy. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

V3 Characters

Slacker — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 17:31:15 GMT

Slacker:

<center>''Below are the students taking part in the act. Hailing from all sorts of places, these kids will be pit against each other in the fight of their lives.''</center>
 
<center>'''Warning: The articles on this page contain major spoilers.'''</center>
 
<center>''Asterisks (*) denote that the character page is currently incomplete.''</center>

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{| border="1"
|+ '''Student Matrix: Male'''
! Student Number !! Student Name !! Designated Weapon !! Kill Count !! Cause of Death
|-
| B01. || [[Darnell Butler|Butler, Darnell]]* || Hedgeclippers || -- || --
|-
| B02. || [[Andy Walker|Walker, Anderson "Andy"]]* || Motorcycle Helmet || -- || --
|-
| B03. || [[Paul Smith|Smith, Paul]]* || Stockman's Knife || -- || ---
|-
| B04. || [[Steve Digaetano|Digaetano, Steven "Steve"]]* || Baseball || -- || --
|-
| B05. || [[Eduardo Trinidad-Villa|Trinidad-Villa, Eduardo]]* || Claymore || [[Tanya Bonneville|Bonneville, Tanya]] || --
|-
| B06. || [[Bobby Jacks|Jacks, Bobby]]* || Bottle of Insulin R. and Syringe || [[Tyson Neills|Neills, Tyson]] || --
|-
| B07. || [[Keith Jackson|Jackson, Keith]]* || M870 Shotgun || -- || --
|-
| B08. || [[Gabriel Theobaldt|Theobaldt, Gabriel]]* || Paintball Gun || [[Jason Foley|Foley, Jason]] [[Karl Van Buren|Van Buren, Karl]] || --
|-
| B09. || [[Will Sigurbjornsson|Sigurbjornsson, Vilhjamur "Will"]]* || Main-Gauche || -- || --
|-
| B10. || [[Lance Barrett|Barrett, Lance]] || Keyhole Saw || [[Heather Tilmitt|Tilmitt, Heather]] || Gunshot Wound
|-
| B11. || [[Ken Lawson|Lawson, Ken]]* || Kevlar || -- || --
|-
| B12. || [[Bryan Calvert|Calvert, Bryan]] || #B12 has survived the program.
|-
| B13. || [[James Brown|Brown, James]]* || M1 Garand || -- || --
|-
| B14. || [[Brad Kavanagh|Kavanagh, Brad]]* || Goalie Mask || -- || --
|-
| B15. || [[Jason Foley|Foley, Jason]] || Arming Sword || None || Disembowelment
|-
| B16. || [[Christian Rydell|Rydell, Christian]]* || Jumprope || -- || --
|-
| B17. || [[Owen Fontaine|Fontaine, Owen]] || BB Gun || None || Gunshot Wound
|-
| B18. || [[Josh Goodman|Goodman, Joshua "Josh"]] || Taurus Millennium || None || Electrocution
|-
| B19. || [[Dan Wolfe|Wolfe, Daniel "Dan"]]* || Pipewrench || -- || --
|-
| B20. || [[Harry Tsai|Tsai, Harry]] || GPS* || -- || --
|-
| B21. || [[Nigel Gillespie|Gillespie, Nigel]]* || Blowgun, Darts || -- || --
|-
| B22. || [[Ianto Murphy|Murphy, Ianto]]* || Winchester M1895 Rifle || -- || --
|-
| B23. || [[Charlie Burchman|Burchman, Charlie]] || Golf Club || None || Explosion
|-
| B24. || [[Alex Steele|Steele, Alex]] || Beretta 1934 || None || Accidental Suicide
|-
| B25. || [[Evan Angler|Angler, Evan]]* || Tickle-Me-Elmo || -- || --
|-
| B26. || [[Gabe McCallum|McCallum, Gabriel "Gabe"]]* || Ski Pole || -- || --
|-
| B27. || [[Blood Boy|Harris, Nathanial]]* || Ida || [[Josh Goodman|Goodman, Josh]] [[Kara Holmes|Holmes, Kara]] || --
|-
| B28. || [[Tyson Neills|Neills, Tyson]] || Armalon Pistol Carbine || None || Wound through Skull
|-
| B29. || [[Troy McCann|McCann, Troy "Trojan"]]* || Fireplace Poker || -- || --
|-
| B30. || [[Trey Leyton|Leyton, Trey]]* || Nunchaku || -- || --
|-
| B31. || [[Lenny Priestly|Priestly, Lenny]]* || Hatchet || -- || --
|-
| B32. || [[Neil Sinclair|Sinclair, Neil]]* || Bunny Ears || -- || --
|-
| B33. || [[Simon Wood|Wood, Simon]]* || Laser Dazzler || -- || --
|-
| B34. || [[Corbin Arlen|Arlen, Corbin]]* || M16 Assault Rifle || -- | --
|-
| B35. || [[Daniel Brent|Brent, Daniel]]* || Hawley Faust Bobblehead || -- || --
|-
| B36. || [[Ric Chee|Chee, Ricardo "Ric"]]* || Bag of Leaves || -- || --
|-
| B37. || [[Matthew Wittany|Wittany, Matt]]* || Bike Chain || -- || --
|-
| B38. || [[Guy Rapide|Rapide, Guillame "Guy"]]* || Bayonet || -- || --
|-
| B39. || [[Braden Marsh|Marsh, Braden]]* || Morning Star || -- || --
|-
| B40. || [[Karl Van Buren|Van Buren, Karl]] || Butterfly Sword || None || Broken Neck
|-
| B41. || [[Galen Neilson|Neilson, Galen]]* || Speargun || -- || --
|-
| B42. || [[Sean O'Cann|O'Cann, Sean]]* || 35 Clips for AK-47 || -- || --
|-
| B43. || [[Brenden Bedard|Bedard, Brenden]]* || Bullwhip || [[Luis Chezinski]] || --
|-
| B44. || [[Randy Flagg|Flagg, Randy]]* || Pickaxe || -- || --
|-
| B45. || [[Luis Chezinski|Chezinski, Luis]] || Aerosol Can and Lighter || None || Strangulation
|-
| B46. || [[Daniel "Boxer" Carvalho|Carvalho, Daniel]]* || Wooden Shield || -- || --
|-
| B47. || [[Clive Maxwell|Maxwell, Clive]]* || Stapler + Box of Staples || -- || --
|-
| B48. || [[Quale Hutchinson|Hutchinson, Quale]]* || 25 Pound Weight || -- || --
|-
| B77. || [[Adam Dodd (V3)|Dodd, Adam]]* || Switchblade || -- || --
|}

{| border="1"
|+ '''Student Matrix: Female'''
! Student Number !! Student Name !! Designated Weapon !! Kill Count !! Cause of Death
|-
| G01. || [[Madison Conner|Conner, Madison]]* || Fire Axe || -- || --
|-
| G02. || [[Melina Frost|Frost, Melina]]* || Iron Chain (4 ft.) || [[Lance Barrett|Barrett, Lance]] || --
|-
| G03. || [[Serenity Halos|Halos, Serenity]]* || Foil || -- || --
|-
| G04. || [[Ivye Dewley|Dewley, Ivye]]* || Fragmentation Grenades || [[Charlie Burchman|Burchman, Charlie]] || --
|-
| G05. || [[Heather Tilmitt|Tilmitt, Heather]] || MP5K || None || Evisceration
|-
| G06. || [[Viki Valentine|Valentine, Viki]]* || Fire Extinguisher || -- || --
|-
| G07. || [[Kallie Majors|Majors, Kallie]]* || Yatagan || -- || --
|-
| G08. || [[Evelyn Richinson|Richinson, Evelyn]] || Scalpel || None || Accidental Suicide
|-
| G09. || [[Beth Vandelinder|Vandelinder, Beth]]* || Slinky || -- || --
|-
| G10. || [[Kristin Washington|Washington, Kristin]]* || Whittling Knife || -- || --
|-
| G11. || [[Rio Valenti|Valenti, Reneé "Rio"]]* || Bow and Arrow || -- || --
|-
| G12. || [[Izzy Cheung|Cheung, Zhilan "Izzy"]]* || Kusari-Fundo || -- || --
|-
| G13. || [[Monique St. Claire|St. Claire, Monique]]* || Broad Axe || -- || --
|-
| G14. || [[Mary McKay|McKay, Meredith "Mary"]]* || Crosscut Saw || -- || --
|-
| G15. || [[Tegan Bianco|Bianco, Tegan]] || Shuriken || None || Suicide
|-
| G16. || [[Terrie Brightwell|Brightwell, Terrie]]* || Beretta 92FS || -- || --
|-
| G17. || [[Khrysta Lawrence|Lawrence, Khrysta]]* || Jo || -- || --
|-
| G18. || [[Tanya Bonneville|Bonneville, Tanya]] || Hacksaw || None || Electrocution
|-
| G19. || [[Kara Holmes|Holmes, Kara]] || Firecrackers x10 || None || Suffocation
|-
| G20. || [[Courtney Blaggé|Blaggé, Courtney]]* || Caulk || -- || --
|-
| G21. || [[Elizabeth Priestly|Priestly, Elizabeth]]* || Coping Saw || -- || --
|-
| G22. || [[Adwin Green|Green, Adwin]]* || Nails x12 || -- || --
|-
| G23. || [[Trish McCarroll|McCarroll, Trish]]* || Elijah Rice's Car Keys || -- || --
|-
| G24. || [[Alice Jones|Jones, Alice]]* || Wooden Baseball Bat || -- || --
|-
| G25. || [[Nadine Willowbrook|Willowbrook, Nadine]]* || Vial of Sulphuric Acid || -- || --
|-
| G26. || [[Julie Mikan|Mikan, Juliet "Julie"]]* || H&K VP70 || [[Owen Fontaine|Fontaine, Owen]] || --
|-
| G27. || [[Rebbecca Bradbury|Bradbury, Rebbecca]]* || Larry Blackmon's Red Codpiece || -- || --
|-
| G28. || [[Dominica Shapiro|Shapiro, Dominica]]* || Ocarina || -- || --
|-
| G29. || [[Katherine Blanco|Blanco, Katherine]]* || Weed Whacker || -- || --

V3 Characters

Slacker — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 17:28:53 GMT

Slacker:

<center>''Below are the students taking part in the act. Hailing from all sorts of places, these kids will be pit against each other in the fight of their lives.''</center>
 
<center>'''Warning: The articles on this page contain major spoilers.'''</center>
 
<center>''Asterisks (*) denote that the character page is currently incomplete.''</center>

----

{| border="1"
|+ '''Student Matrix: Male'''
! Student Number !! Student Name !! Designated Weapon !! Kill Count !! Cause of Death
|-
| B01. || [[Darnell Butler|Butler, Darnell]]* || Hedgeclippers || -- || --
|-
| B02. || [[Andy Walker|Walker, Anderson "Andy"]]* || Motorcycle Helmet || -- || --
|-
| B03. || [[Paul Smith|Smith, Paul]]* || Stockman's Knife || -- || ---
|-
| B04. || [[Steve Digaetano|Digaetano, Steven "Steve"]]* || Baseball || -- || --
|-
| B05. || [[Eduardo Trinidad-Villa|Trinidad-Villa, Eduardo]]* || Claymore || [[Tanya Bonneville|Bonneville, Tanya]] || --
|-
| B06. || [[Bobby Jacks|Jacks, Bobby]]* || Bottle of Insulin R. and Syringe || [[Tyson Neills|Neills, Tyson]] || --
|-
| B07. || [[Keith Jackson|Jackson, Keith]]* || M870 Shotgun || -- || --
|-
| B08. || [[Gabriel Theobaldt|Theobaldt, Gabriel]]* || Paintball Gun || [[Jason Foley|Foley, Jason]] [[Karl Van Buren|Van Buren, Karl]] || --
|-
| B09. || [[Will Sigurbjornsson|Sigurbjornsson, Vilhjamur "Will"]]* || Main-Gauche || -- || --
|-
| B10. || [[Lance Barrett|Barrett, Lance]] || Keyhole Saw || [[Heather Tilmitt|Tilmitt, Heather]] || Gunshot Wound
|-
| B11. || [[Ken Lawson|Lawson, Ken]]* || Kevlar || -- || --
|-
| B12. || [[Bryan Calvert|Calvert, Bryan]] || #B12 has survived the program.
|-
| B13. || [[James Brown|Brown, James]]* || M1 Garand || -- || --
|-
| B14. || [[Brad Kavanagh|Kavanagh, Brad]]* || Goalie Mask || -- || --
|-
| B15. || [[Jason Foley|Foley, Jason]] || Arming Sword || None || Disembowelment
|-
| B16. || [[Christian Rydell|Rydell, Christian]]* || Jumprope || -- || --
|-
| B17. || [[Owen Fontaine|Fontaine, Owen]] || BB Gun || None || Gunshot Wound
|-
| B18. || [[Josh Goodman|Goodman, Joshua "Josh"]] || Taurus Millennium || None || Electrocution
|-
| B19. || [[Dan Wolfe|Wolfe, Daniel "Dan"]]* || Pipewrench || -- || --
|-
| B20. || [[Harry Tsai|Tsai, Harry]] || GPS* || -- || --
|-
| B21. || [[Nigel Gillespie|Gillespie, Nigel]]* || Blowgun, Darts || -- || --
|-
| B22. || [[Ianto Murphy|Murphy, Ianto]]* || Winchester M1895 Rifle || -- || --
|-
| B23. || [[Charlie Burchman|Burchman, Charlie]] || Golf Club || None || Explosion
|-
| B24. || [[Alex Steele|Steele, Alex]] || Beretta 1934 || None || Accidental Suicide
|-
| B25. || [[Evan Angler|Angler, Evan]]* || Tickle-Me-Elmo || -- || --
|-
| B26. || [[Gabe McCallum|McCallum, Gabriel "Gabe"]]* || Ski Pole || -- || --
|-
| B27. || [[Blood Boy|Harris, Nathanial]]* || Ida || [[Josh Goodman|Goodman, Josh]] [[Kara Holmes|Holmes, Kara]] [[Rebecca Bradbury]] || --
|-
| B28. || [[Tyson Neills|Neills, Tyson]] || Armalon Pistol Carbine || None || Wound through Skull
|-
| B29. || [[Troy McCann|McCann, Troy "Trojan"]]* || Fireplace Poker || -- || --
|-
| B30. || [[Trey Leyton|Leyton, Trey]]* || Nunchaku || -- || --
|-
| B31. || [[Lenny Priestly|Priestly, Lenny]]* || Hatchet || -- || --
|-
| B32. || [[Neil Sinclair|Sinclair, Neil]]* || Bunny Ears || -- || --
|-
| B33. || [[Simon Wood|Wood, Simon]]* || Laser Dazzler || -- || --
|-
| B34. || [[Corbin Arlen|Arlen, Corbin]]* || M16 Assault Rifle || -- | --
|-
| B35. || [[Daniel Brent|Brent, Daniel]]* || Hawley Faust Bobblehead || -- || --
|-
| B36. || [[Ric Chee|Chee, Ricardo "Ric"]]* || Bag of Leaves || -- || --
|-
| B37. || [[Matthew Wittany|Wittany, Matt]]* || Bike Chain || -- || --
|-
| B38. || [[Guy Rapide|Rapide, Guillame "Guy"]]* || Bayonet || -- || --
|-
| B39. || [[Braden Marsh|Marsh, Braden]]* || Morning Star || -- || --
|-
| B40. || [[Karl Van Buren|Van Buren, Karl]] || Butterfly Sword || None || Broken Neck
|-
| B41. || [[Galen Neilson|Neilson, Galen]]* || Speargun || -- || --
|-
| B42. || [[Sean O'Cann|O'Cann, Sean]]* || 35 Clips for AK-47 || -- || --
|-
| B43. || [[Brenden Bedard|Bedard, Brenden]]* || Bullwhip || [[Luis Chezinski]] || --
|-
| B44. || [[Randy Flagg|Flagg, Randy]]* || Pickaxe || -- || --
|-
| B45. || [[Luis Chezinski|Chezinski, Luis]] || Aerosol Can and Lighter || None || Strangulation
|-
| B46. || [[Daniel "Boxer" Carvalho|Carvalho, Daniel]]* || Wooden Shield || -- || --
|-
| B47. || [[Clive Maxwell|Maxwell, Clive]]* || Stapler + Box of Staples || -- || --
|-
| B48. || [[Quale Hutchinson|Hutchinson, Quale]]* || 25 Pound Weight || -- || --
|-
| B77. || [[Adam Dodd (V3)|Dodd, Adam]]* || Switchblade || -- || --
|}

{| border="1"
|+ '''Student Matrix: Female'''
! Student Number !! Student Name !! Designated Weapon !! Kill Count !! Cause of Death
|-
| G01. || [[Madison Conner|Conner, Madison]]* || Fire Axe || -- || --
|-
| G02. || [[Melina Frost|Frost, Melina]]* || Iron Chain (4 ft.) || [[Lance Barrett|Barrett, Lance]] || --
|-
| G03. || [[Serenity Halos|Halos, Serenity]]* || Foil || -- || --
|-
| G04. || [[Ivye Dewley|Dewley, Ivye]]* || Fragmentation Grenades || [[Charlie Burchman|Burchman, Charlie]] || --
|-
| G05. || [[Heather Tilmitt|Tilmitt, Heather]] || MP5K || None || Evisceration
|-
| G06. || [[Viki Valentine|Valentine, Viki]]* || Fire Extinguisher || -- || --
|-
| G07. || [[Kallie Majors|Majors, Kallie]]* || Yatagan || -- || --
|-
| G08. || [[Evelyn Richinson|Richinson, Evelyn]] || Scalpel || None || Accidental Suicide
|-
| G09. || [[Beth Vandelinder|Vandelinder, Beth]]* || Slinky || -- || --
|-
| G10. || [[Kristin Washington|Washington, Kristin]]* || Whittling Knife || -- || --
|-
| G11. || [[Rio Valenti|Valenti, Reneé "Rio"]]* || Bow and Arrow || -- || --
|-
| G12. || [[Izzy Cheung|Cheung, Zhilan "Izzy"]]* || Kusari-Fundo || -- || --
|-
| G13. || [[Monique St. Claire|St. Claire, Monique]]* || Broad Axe || -- || --
|-
| G14. || [[Mary McKay|McKay, Meredith "Mary"]]* || Crosscut Saw || -- || --
|-
| G15. || [[Tegan Bianco|Bianco, Tegan]] || Shuriken || None || Suicide
|-
| G16. || [[Terrie Brightwell|Brightwell, Terrie]]* || Beretta 92FS || -- || --
|-
| G17. || [[Khrysta Lawrence|Lawrence, Khrysta]]* || Jo || -- || --
|-
| G18. || [[Tanya Bonneville|Bonneville, Tanya]] || Hacksaw || None || Electrocution
|-
| G19. || [[Kara Holmes|Holmes, Kara]] || Firecrackers x10 || None || Suffocation
|-
| G20. || [[Courtney Blaggé|Blaggé, Courtney]]* || Caulk || -- || --
|-
| G21. || [[Elizabeth Priestly|Priestly, Elizabeth]]* || Coping Saw || -- || --
|-
| G22. || [[Adwin Green|Green, Adwin]]* || Nails x12 || -- || --
|-
| G23. || [[Trish McCarroll|McCarroll, Trish]]* || Elijah Rice's Car Keys || -- || --
|-
| G24. || [[Alice Jones|Jones, Alice]]* || Wooden Baseball Bat || -- || --
|-
| G25. || [[Nadine Willowbrook|Willowbrook, Nadine]]* || Vial of Sulphuric Acid || -- || --
|-
| G26. || [[Julie Mikan|Mikan, Juliet "Julie"]]* || H&K VP70 || [[Owen Fontaine|Fontaine, Owen]] || --
|-
| G27. || [[Rebbecca Bradbury|Bradbury, Rebbecca]]* || Larry Blackmon's Red Codpiece || -- || --
|-
| G28. || [[Dominica Shapiro|Shapiro, Dominica]]* || Ocarina || -- || --
|-
| G29. || [[Katherine Blanco|Blanco, Katherine]]* || Weed Whacker || -- || --

Blood Boy

Slacker — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 12:41:10 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Blood Boy 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Age:''' 17 
'''Grade:''' 12th Grade 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' The crazed magician of Southridge only is interested in the art of optical illusions and some give him a sort of mythological significance as he (with just the matter of quick and subtle body shifts) can basically make the human eye see doubles of certain parts of his body (Of course he can't do this with all of his body, so usually it's just his hands), carrying a deck of cards with him and performing quick sly of the hand tricks in his free time. Blood Boy is obsessed with not only personifying the myth of the magician, but creating his own legend.

'''Appearance:''' One does not look into the eyes of “Blood Boy” and feel happiness, in fact rarely has anyone looked into the eyes of Blood Boy at all. Since an early age he has gotten permission to wear a special mask that hides his appearance. Designed to resemble the iconic smiley face emoticon it’s eyes are simply two tinted dark lenses. no mouth hole so horrifyingly whenever Blood Boy speaks all you hear is the gargled up and muffled words coming from behind the plastic mask. The next thing you’d notice about Blood Boy is the long unorganized mop of dark brown hair he has on top of his head, it is greasy and matted into an uncombable mess.

His body is just as horrifying as he is, having a sickly pale skin tone and bone thin arms, his long and bony fingers are almost always absent of nails (and this is because he ritualistically and habitualistically pulls his finger nails right off). His upper body unlike his face has no scars, no abnormalities, though he is so thin that whenever he would have to change for gym class he would be compared to a jew in a concentration camp, his wobbly knees and rather pathetic weak upper body seems almost a distinct contrast to what reputation his face has gotten him, however the 5’4” and 89lb Blood Boy does not get his name for any violent outbursts.

Blood Boy’s face has never been graced by acne or anything normal teenagers are worried about, the last time he himself saw his face he was a mere child of three years old and his skin had some sunlight then, he was a handsome child then, much more handsome than any of the boys in school now and if life had gone a good course for Blood Boy, he probably would’ve been considered a handsome lad. Now though he is a horrifying being, his skin is considered one big pussing scab, and because he finds himself constantly picking at it the scab constantly has the smell of dried blood on it. His nose which was once lovely is smashed in making it almost impossible for him to breathe out of it, that is of course it would be somewhat possible if it wasn’t clogged up with snot that due to his noses’ crushed status is impossible to remove. His teeth where once perfectly straight and white, being blessed with no defects however now they are simply a shattered and ugly piece of enamel and bone. Though nobody has seen his face (aside from doctors and the various psychologists he has visited), some people assume that he is only hiding something has ridiculous as a zit.

However, what get’s Blood Boy his name is the constant smell of dried blood that simply falls right off of him.

'''Biography:''' Blood Boy, was born on December 25th, 1989, although in the long run that is pretty insignificant as he hasn’t celebrated his birthday since he was eight years old. When he was born he was regarded as a gift from god, his religious grandparents christened him as an almost reincarnation of Christ, however this image would not be held up for a long while. His father and mother moved to California when he was two years old and Blood Boy was regarded to have adapted extremely well to the Californian life style, his house was a fairly expensive house on the beach and while his mother stayed home (she was a singer) and her husband worked as a journalist for a local paper.

When he was three years old his mother ended up picking up a habit at one of her shows, this of course being a heroin addiction. His father was always rather...dependant on his mother’s well being and was unable to function without someone, completely and utterly lacking independence, he was lost when his wife didn’t show up at home and even more at lost when she died of a purposeful heroin overdose, only leaving a frighteningly accurate drawing of a smiley face (drawn in her own blood) and using the hypodermic needle that moments later was used to inject the erroneous amount of heroin into her.

Frightened and scared the man insisted on being with his wife, so she could lead him into a pleasing direction. Of course this meant killing himself, of course he wouldn’t want his son to be alone either (picturing Blood Boy being alone sent chills down his spine) and thus decided to kill the boy. Shoving rather large a marble down the boys throat, Blood Boy began to squirm and scratch he first began scratching at his face, then hammer fisting his nose in and when his father finally pulled a trigger upon himself Blood Boy did the only thing he could...he ran to the next door neighbor who just happened to be a paramedic...he fainted five seconds through the door...the paramedic would say that his clawing however persisted throughout the entire time he did CPR.

Despite his fathers wishes, Blood Boy did not die that night and was left alone. No insurance meant no face reconstruction surgery and thus Blood Boy was faced with the grim decision of living with his own self inflicted wounds at the age of three years old, while most children would learn of responsibility at an older age...Blood Boy got a crash course in it. He was sent to live with his religious grandparents whose general open mindedness would tell you that they where simply being good Samaritans, his grandparents brought with them medical insurance and that brought the ability to get facial reconstruction surgery. Unfoourtunatly malpractice after malpractice brought Blood Boy's face only looking worse, and while he finally did win the suit against the hospital when he was sixteen, he was the happiest of his life and after consulting his then girlfriend (who was under the false assumption that he was a very handsome boy), he decided that he didn't need facial reconstruction surgery and ever since she had broken up with him, he has neglected to go for it again (it is not on his priority list).

However, that is neither here nor-there, Blood Boy still had a lot of life to live on and it was almost ironic that his first day of Pre-School would come post his first messed up plastic surgery.

School came along and Blood Boy first came to school without a mask, children oohed and ahhed, he was a well kept secret of his grandparents...but Blood Boy’s school debut was the end of their privacy. Blood Boy was given his first mask on his fourth birthday, by that time the name Blood Boy had already been cemented, his teachers called him that, his classmates called him that and soon enough his grandparents called him that. That was the end of his humanity. During school he was something to be talked about in hushed voices, something to stare at as he drew calmly in a dark corner of the class. No teacher acknowledged his presence, no teacher called him by his name...by the time they got wind of him going to their class, the name was erased, he was Blood Boy and nothing could change that.

His first “friend” was a boy named Steven, even though Steven was fundamentally a good soul, although it was soon revealed that even he had befriended Blood Boy for the wrong reason. Steven was perhaps his first introduction into the world of magic, as Steven showed him a magician. Magic always fascinated Blood Boy, the ability to make things seem like they aren’t. The fooling of the mind to believe things that aren’t there...it was euphoric and it was something that he began studying with the use of some books he obtained. Steven was also rather...well ambitious, he dreamt of becoming a Ringmaster and he and Blood Boy planned on having a circus on a Saturday, Blood Boy thought his magic would be the main attraction. Steven revealed it would be Blood Boy’s face. You see most people had forgotten how Blood Boy looked, that was a legend all unto itself as the story got exaggerated, at eight years old Blood Boy was just the creepy kid in the back of the classroom with no one sitting next to him (because honestly, you would only sit next to Blood Boy if you where insane), Steven wanted to harness that.

Funnily enough it was when Steven did a practice show for his mother that Blood Boy lost his friend, seeing the horrifying “creature” (as despite the Boy in his name, Blood Boy was denied his status as a human for the last four years), she moved away and Blood Boy never saw Steven again. Blood Boy soon put the pieces together, normal people either separated into two categories...the ones that either didn’t want to see him or the ones that wanted to exploit the ones that didn’t want to see him, either way they where not to be trusted. Despite this stance, Blood Boy was simply (and is simply) a normal boy and thus had very normal feelings.

His next friendship would be in the form of a girl named Haya. Haya was...in short, fat. She stood at 4’11” and weighed close to 170lb, both social outcast Blood Boy met Haya in freshman year and reluctantly they started going out in secret, she would be the next to try to abuse Blood Boy (although even he would be surprised by this)...Haya had made a bet with her friends that she would be able to, in short have sex with Blood Boy. In some female circles, Blood Boy was thought to be hiding an extremely handsome face underneath that mask, but Haya soon realized that he wasn’t. Midway during intercourse she pulled back that mask and simply stayed petrified in shock, Blood Boy withdrew, obviously scared that the person he had fallen in love with would react like this.

Then came the screaming, soon after the father came in...and then came the beating. The ambulances came and soon came the explaining, Haya was put into a mental hospital and her family moved away. That was the end of his hope to have a fulfilling relationship. Since Haya, Blood Boy has simply taken to his status as a social recluse, he is doing fine in school and is willing to talk to people, however most people refuse to talk to him (despite his obvious craving for human connection) and Blood Boy simply stays in the background of his class, some people claim they hear him whining during the middle of class, little do they know these are to put it simply tears.

In recent months Blood Boy has grown to be quite a celebrity, not due to his personality, but rather the skill in which he has dispatched his various tormentors. Blood Boy strangely enough is regarded as some sort of hero due to how he handled a situation of his own demand, honestly while Blood Boy appreciates the attention it has become a bit disheartening as Blood Boy finds being in the back to be a bit more comforting.

'''Advantages:''' His obviously creepy demeanor is considered an advantage as it will put people off guard and due to his status as an outsider, well he has no connections to his classmates and thus will most likely have no qualms with killing them off. He is also inherently very intelligent, however due to his lack of a great education...this intelligence is only revealed during critical thinking exercises.

'''Disadvantages:''' Being socially awkward has it’s fall backs, having no clue how to operate in human relationships (along with being very paranoid about relationships in general), Blood Boy not only does not have friends...but he fears in making them (this should best be described as a fear of heart break). His body does not contain any hidden strength and he is quite possibly the weakest person (physically and mentally) at Southridge.

Other Info: -He has a severe nail biting problem, to the point where he has bitten and chewed off layer after layer of his nail plate leaving only the lunula (the white crescent shaped part of the nail that is visible), he grudgingly takes care of this as to not let his nails become the fucked up pile of crap his face his.

-As you might of guess, this nail biting only takes part whenever he has his mask off: While Eating, bathing, and those long nights when he can't get sleep.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student no. 27

'''''The above biography is as written by [[Slacker|Bukowski]]. No edits or alterations to the author's original work have been made.'''''

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Ida + Acotine Poison for Blade 
'''Conclusions:''' It seems that B27 belongs in Notre Dame rather than in the playing field for SOTF. He's certainly not the first border-line crazy we've had on the island (what is it with this new generation that makes this so common?), but he's certainly the oddest. I wonder if he can make his name count for more than just his bloody noses? For some reason though... possibly his size, or the fact that the kid walks around in a Halloween mask... I doubt it.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:''' [[Josh Goodman]] , [[Kara Holmes]]

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Ida (issued weapon), Acotine Poison (supplementary weapon), Taurus Millennium (from [[Josh Goodman]]), Viper JAWS (BKA Prize)

'''Allies:'''

'''Enemies:'''

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''

== Other/Trivia ==
*Bukowski briefly toyed with the idea of having Blood Boy have reconstructive surgery to fix his face after gaining some kind of newfound popularity during the V3 Pre-Game, but nixed the idea.

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Blood Boy, in chronological order.''

'''Pre-Game:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1783 Life is a Crowded Hallway]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1794 A Single Piano]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1806 Discipline]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1848 Sweet for Some and Painful for Others]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1865 Up is Down]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1875 Beauty, Beast and Boxer]

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2042 Blood and Thunder]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2118 Lost]

== 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 Blood Boy. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Blood Boy

Slacker — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 21:46:26 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Blood Boy 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Age:''' 17 
'''Grade:''' 12th Grade 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' The crazed magician of Southridge only is interested in the art of optical illusions and some give him a sort of mythological significance as he (with just the matter of quick and subtle body shifts) can basically make the human eye see doubles of certain parts of his body (Of course he can't do this with all of his body, so usually it's just his hands), carrying a deck of cards with him and performing quick sly of the hand tricks in his free time. Blood Boy is obsessed with not only personifying the myth of the magician, but creating his own legend.

'''Appearance:''' One does not look into the eyes of “Blood Boy” and feel happiness, in fact rarely has anyone looked into the eyes of Blood Boy at all. Since an early age he has gotten permission to wear a special mask that hides his appearance. Designed to resemble the iconic smiley face emoticon it’s eyes are simply two tinted dark lenses. no mouth hole so horrifyingly whenever Blood Boy speaks all you hear is the gargled up and muffled words coming from behind the plastic mask. The next thing you’d notice about Blood Boy is the long unorganized mop of dark brown hair he has on top of his head, it is greasy and matted into an uncombable mess.

His body is just as horrifying as he is, having a sickly pale skin tone and bone thin arms, his long and bony fingers are almost always absent of nails (and this is because he ritualistically and habitualistically pulls his finger nails right off). His upper body unlike his face has no scars, no abnormalities, though he is so thin that whenever he would have to change for gym class he would be compared to a jew in a concentration camp, his wobbly knees and rather pathetic weak upper body seems almost a distinct contrast to what reputation his face has gotten him, however the 5’4” and 89lb Blood Boy does not get his name for any violent outbursts.

Blood Boy’s face has never been graced by acne or anything normal teenagers are worried about, the last time he himself saw his face he was a mere child of three years old and his skin had some sunlight then, he was a handsome child then, much more handsome than any of the boys in school now and if life had gone a good course for Blood Boy, he probably would’ve been considered a handsome lad. Now though he is a horrifying being, his skin is considered one big pussing scab, and because he finds himself constantly picking at it the scab constantly has the smell of dried blood on it. His nose which was once lovely is smashed in making it almost impossible for him to breathe out of it, that is of course it would be somewhat possible if it wasn’t clogged up with snot that due to his noses’ crushed status is impossible to remove. His teeth where once perfectly straight and white, being blessed with no defects however now they are simply a shattered and ugly piece of enamel and bone. Though nobody has seen his face (aside from doctors and the various psychologists he has visited), some people assume that he is only hiding something has ridiculous as a zit.

However, what get’s Blood Boy his name is the constant smell of dried blood that simply falls right off of him.

'''Biography:''' Blood Boy, was born on December 25th, 1989, although in the long run that is pretty insignificant as he hasn’t celebrated his birthday since he was eight years old. When he was born he was regarded as a gift from god, his religious grandparents christened him as an almost reincarnation of Christ, however this image would not be held up for a long while. His father and mother moved to California when he was two years old and Blood Boy was regarded to have adapted extremely well to the Californian life style, his house was a fairly expensive house on the beach and while his mother stayed home (she was a singer) and her husband worked as a journalist for a local paper.

When he was three years old his mother ended up picking up a habit at one of her shows, this of course being a heroin addiction. His father was always rather...dependant on his mother’s well being and was unable to function without someone, completely and utterly lacking independence, he was lost when his wife didn’t show up at home and even more at lost when she died of a purposeful heroin overdose, only leaving a frighteningly accurate drawing of a smiley face (drawn in her own blood) and using the hypodermic needle that moments later was used to inject the erroneous amount of heroin into her.

Frightened and scared the man insisted on being with his wife, so she could lead him into a pleasing direction. Of course this meant killing himself, of course he wouldn’t want his son to be alone either (picturing Blood Boy being alone sent chills down his spine) and thus decided to kill the boy. Shoving rather large a marble down the boys throat, Blood Boy began to squirm and scratch he first began scratching at his face, then hammer fisting his nose in and when his father finally pulled a trigger upon himself Blood Boy did the only thing he could...he ran to the next door neighbor who just happened to be a paramedic...he fainted five seconds through the door...the paramedic would say that his clawing however persisted throughout the entire time he did CPR.

Despite his fathers wishes, Blood Boy did not die that night and was left alone. No insurance meant no face reconstruction surgery and thus Blood Boy was faced with the grim decision of living with his own self inflicted wounds at the age of three years old, while most children would learn of responsibility at an older age...Blood Boy got a crash course in it. He was sent to live with his religious grandparents whose general open mindedness would tell you that they where simply being good Samaritans, his grandparents brought with them medical insurance and that brought the ability to get facial reconstruction surgery. Unfoourtunatly malpractice after malpractice brought Blood Boy's face only looking worse, and while he finally did win the suit against the hospital when he was sixteen, he was the happiest of his life and after consulting his then girlfriend (who was under the false assumption that he was a very handsome boy), he decided that he didn't need facial reconstruction surgery and ever since she had broken up with him, he has neglected to go for it again (it is not on his priority list).

However, that is neither here nor-there, Blood Boy still had a lot of life to live on and it was almost ironic that his first day of Pre-School would come post his first messed up plastic surgery.

School came along and Blood Boy first came to school without a mask, children oohed and ahhed, he was a well kept secret of his grandparents...but Blood Boy’s school debut was the end of their privacy. Blood Boy was given his first mask on his fourth birthday, by that time the name Blood Boy had already been cemented, his teachers called him that, his classmates called him that and soon enough his grandparents called him that. That was the end of his humanity. During school he was something to be talked about in hushed voices, something to stare at as he drew calmly in a dark corner of the class. No teacher acknowledged his presence, no teacher called him by his name...by the time they got wind of him going to their class, the name was erased, he was Blood Boy and nothing could change that.

His first “friend” was a boy named Steven, even though Steven was fundamentally a good soul, although it was soon revealed that even he had befriended Blood Boy for the wrong reason. Steven was perhaps his first introduction into the world of magic, as Steven showed him a magician. Magic always fascinated Blood Boy, the ability to make things seem like they aren’t. The fooling of the mind to believe things that aren’t there...it was euphoric and it was something that he began studying with the use of some books he obtained. Steven was also rather...well ambitious, he dreamt of becoming a Ringmaster and he and Blood Boy planned on having a circus on a Saturday, Blood Boy thought his magic would be the main attraction. Steven revealed it would be Blood Boy’s face. You see most people had forgotten how Blood Boy looked, that was a legend all unto itself as the story got exaggerated, at eight years old Blood Boy was just the creepy kid in the back of the classroom with no one sitting next to him (because honestly, you would only sit next to Blood Boy if you where insane), Steven wanted to harness that.

Funnily enough it was when Steven did a practice show for his mother that Blood Boy lost his friend, seeing the horrifying “creature” (as despite the Boy in his name, Blood Boy was denied his status as a human for the last four years), she moved away and Blood Boy never saw Steven again. Blood Boy soon put the pieces together, normal people either separated into two categories...the ones that either didn’t want to see him or the ones that wanted to exploit the ones that didn’t want to see him, either way they where not to be trusted. Despite this stance, Blood Boy was simply (and is simply) a normal boy and thus had very normal feelings.

His next friendship would be in the form of a girl named Haya. Haya was...in short, fat. She stood at 4’11” and weighed close to 170lb, both social outcast Blood Boy met Haya in freshman year and reluctantly they started going out in secret, she would be the next to try to abuse Blood Boy (although even he would be surprised by this)...Haya had made a bet with her friends that she would be able to, in short have sex with Blood Boy. In some female circles, Blood Boy was thought to be hiding an extremely handsome face underneath that mask, but Haya soon realized that he wasn’t. Midway during intercourse she pulled back that mask and simply stayed petrified in shock, Blood Boy withdrew, obviously scared that the person he had fallen in love with would react like this.

Then came the screaming, soon after the father came in...and then came the beating. The ambulances came and soon came the explaining, Haya was put into a mental hospital and her family moved away. That was the end of his hope to have a fulfilling relationship. Since Haya, Blood Boy has simply taken to his status as a social recluse, he is doing fine in school and is willing to talk to people, however most people refuse to talk to him (despite his obvious craving for human connection) and Blood Boy simply stays in the background of his class, some people claim they hear him whining during the middle of class, little do they know these are to put it simply tears.

In recent months Blood Boy has grown to be quite a celebrity, not due to his personality, but rather the skill in which he has dispatched his various tormentors. Blood Boy strangely enough is regarded as some sort of hero due to how he handled a situation of his own demand, honestly while Blood Boy appreciates the attention it has become a bit disheartening as Blood Boy finds being in the back to be a bit more comforting.

'''Advantages:''' His obviously creepy demeanor is considered an advantage as it will put people off guard and due to his status as an outsider, well he has no connections to his classmates and thus will most likely have no qualms with killing them off. He is also inherently very intelligent, however due to his lack of a great education...this intelligence is only revealed during critical thinking exercises.

'''Disadvantages:''' Being socially awkward has it’s fall backs, having no clue how to operate in human relationships (along with being very paranoid about relationships in general), Blood Boy not only does not have friends...but he fears in making them (this should best be described as a fear of heart break). His body does not contain any hidden strength and he is quite possibly the weakest person (physically and mentally) at Southridge.

Other Info: -He has a severe nail biting problem, to the point where he has bitten and chewed off layer after layer of his nail plate leaving only the lunula (the white crescent shaped part of the nail that is visible), he grudgingly takes care of this as to not let his nails become the fucked up pile of crap his face his.

-As you might of guess, this nail biting only takes part whenever he has his mask off: While Eating, bathing, and those long nights when he can't get sleep.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student no. 27

'''''The above biography is as written by [[Slacker|Bukowski]]. No edits or alterations to the author's original work have been made.'''''

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Ida + Acotine Poison for Blade 
'''Conclusions:''' It seems that B27 belongs in Notre Dame rather than in the playing field for SOTF. He's certainly not the first border-line crazy we've had on the island (what is it with this new generation that makes this so common?), but he's certainly the oddest. I wonder if he can make his name count for more than just his bloody noses? For some reason though... possibly his size, or the fact that the kid walks around in a Halloween mask... I doubt it.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:''' [[Josh Goodman]]

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Ida (issued weapon), Acotine Poison (supplementary weapon), Taurus Millennium (from [[Josh Goodman]]), Viper JAWS (BKA Prize)

'''Allies:'''

'''Enemies:'''

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''

== Other/Trivia ==
*Bukowski briefly toyed with the idea of having Blood Boy have reconstructive surgery to fix his face after gaining some kind of newfound popularity during the V3 Pre-Game, but nixed the idea.

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Blood Boy, in chronological order.''

'''Pre-Game:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1783 Life is a Crowded Hallway]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1794 A Single Piano]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1806 Discipline]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1848 Sweet for Some and Painful for Others]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1865 Up is Down]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1875 Beauty, Beast and Boxer]

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2042 Blood and Thunder]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2118 Lost]

== 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 Blood Boy. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Gabriel Theobaldt

Slacker — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 22:55:28 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Gabriel Theobaldt 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Age:''' 18 
'''Grade:''' 12 
'''School:''' Southridge 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' Machines, Weapons, Survival of the Fittest, Astrophysics, Philosophy.

'''Appearance:''' Standing at nearly 6'11, Gabriel is extremely tall, decently muscular, and has made sure to stay in shape to balance out his weak knee. He dwarfs most students in both height and build. Because of this reason it's actually quite difficult for him to find decent clothes, let alone a cane long enough. During Public School, Gabriel was never really that tall, but grew tremendously during a growth spurt earlier in high school, and has only just stopped growing towards the end of last year. He used to have shoulder-length, dark-brown hair, but had it cut short before SOTF. It is now a very, very light brown. He has a very light complexion, odd for someone living in this climate.

Gabriel usually dresses in dark red tones, though he prefers jeans over any other type of pants. Usually, he wears darker jeans. Gabriel has a scar moving from his forehead down his left eye, the result of being slashed in the face with a kitchen knife by his father. His face is almost reptillian in nature, quick, and hiding a truly evil personality. His knee injury is the result of a fire axe shattering parts of his knee.

'''Biography:''' Gabriel Theobaldt was born in Highland Beach, California, and has lived there his entire life. Gabriel's experiences tell a sad story of a boy who, disturbed through what he has experienced, has begun to live in a destructive dreamworld.

Gabe lives with his mother and father in a small suburb of Highland Beach. To the common observer, he looks to be normal enough in personality, but he hides a deep rage inside of him. He has no love or compassion, no morals or ethics, and no value of human life. He wasn't always this way.

Years ago, he was just a normal guy. The boy had always been moderately successful in school, made many friends, and was always a fun, good person. His best friend was [[Karl Van Buren]], a boy who was known for his notoriously 'bad luck'. Karl told stories of the things that he has witnessed. Highways collapsing, people sucked into jet engines, horrific tales of what seems to be bad luck following him around. Most people didn't believe him, they said it was too far fetched, and that something that glaringly supernatural couldn't possibly happen. Gabriel, however, believed Karl. The two became best friends, sharing similar eccentricities. However, towards the end of February, the two were travelling on the bus to school. What Gabriel saw, was his friend, Karl, suddenly get up, rip the fire axe from it's holder on the bus, and start mercilessly hacking away at Gabriel's knee. He didn't know why Karl would do this, and Gabriel passed out from shock moments later.

When he awoke, he was told that "The bus had just hit a pothole, and the fire axe normally used for breaking windows soared through the air, cutting apart the ear of a boy sitting in front of them, and landing in Gabriel's knee." The angle that it hit, coupled with the angle of his leg, caused his entire knee to fracture entirely, almost his entire kneecap ripping from the skin. He knew better than that. Gabriel tried to tell them what really happened, but Karl said he couldn't remember anything. Gabriel would pressure the adults for answers, but he recieved none.

The experience was traumatic for Gabriel, and him and Karl never spoke again afterwards.

Gradually afterwards, Gabriel became more and more reclusive, spending almost no time with his friends. At home, he would sit and read books. His interests dwindled and disappeared. Aspirations that he'd always talked about vanished. All he ever did was just gather more and more information. Gabriel took things apart; watches, calculators, appliances... He would study each individual part of them before putting them back together again.

He became quite disillusioned with his Mother and Father, and his younger brother Shane. Shane would often try and talk to him, and Gabriel would just tell him to get away from him. Shane eventually stopped trying. This continued for years, Gabriel occasionally coming back to his usual self once in a while, but then returning to his reclusiveness. It seems to get even worse when someone mentions his knee, or more specifically, Karl.

Talking to Gabriel, if one ever gets the opportunity, is about as full of emotion as talking to a computer. Coldly, he will try to end conversations as soon as possible, and when pressured, will "drag a person through their own stupidity" before walking away.

Life in High School was uneventful for him, but then, came Survival of The Fittest. Gabriel was an avid watcher of SOTF V1, taking quite a bit of interest, much to the dismay of his parents. But it was in V2 that he really took a disturbing interest in the program, particularly one participant - [[Oliver Dodd]].

Oliver wasn't one of the leading killers, nor was he one of the most popular. But Gabriel saw in him a great deal of similarities in him than in anyone else. They looked similar, had the same disability, the same motivations... It was a revelation for him. Gabriel seemed to draw some kind of bizzare inspiration from this psychotic, chaos-driven boy. He immediately became more sociable, more upbeat, and 'happy'. This was, of course, all a cover. Gabriel had lost all love or compassion for anyone, and wasn't happy unless others were suffering. But this wasn't Sadism; pain didn't make him happy, it was the fact that he knew he was alive and well, while others were suffering. Logically one of his primary interests are horror movies, films like the Saw series... they make him laugh.

Even when Oliver was shot to death by [[Damien Carter-Madison]], something that could easily be his fate should the terrorists come to his school; Gabriel simply sat in front of the television, cracked his massive knuckles, then got up and walked away.

Gabriel is in all senses of the word, a Sociopath, and an Egomaniac. Given the opportunity, he would murder a child if it got in his way. But, he thinks, "Get out of Jail Free" cards are hard to come by in real life." Though he does have no problem discussing his disturbing thoughts with those close to him. Now he is more open to his family than ever, and they now know exactly what is going on in his head, and it scares them. Shane is now ashamed to even have someone as insane as he is for a brother. At one point, his Father lost his patience with Gabriel, and ranted and raved about how 'messed up' his son was, and that he envied the other fathers with normal sons. Gabriel, thinking very highly of himself, and that he was indeed far more than extraordinary, attempted to attack his father, which he towered over. His father brandished a kitchen knife to defend himself, warning Gabriel not to come any closer, but he did, and was slashed twice. This was kept quite quiet, and Gabriel has stopped talking with his parents completely. They have not tried to get psychiatric help for him, out of fear. As well, Gabriel is a masterful actor, and is able to change his personality on a whim. To anyone outside of his home, he appears to be very calm, if not slightly creepy.

Nowadays, Gabriel occupies his time 'working' dilligently in school, getting marks that aren't his. He uses the "Academic types" as he calls them, to get past all of the trivialities of school. Gabriel has mastered the art of concealing his true personality from his peers, and is even gaining some friends. He still has bouts of rage from time to time, and is quite aggressive verbally and physically. On several occasions he has quietly threatened to kill other students. His true 'Goal' that he refers to often is unknown still, though he does want to write himself into history, there is still some unkown, 'extraordinary' purpose he wishes to serve. He scarcely thinks of Survival Of The Fittest anymore, since Version Two ended some time earlier.

But his barely contained rage may not be able to stay within him much longer.

'''Advantages:''' With a cold passion for destruction and almost no compassion for anyone, Gabriel will eagerly attempt to kill anyone he wishes. He is completely emotionally detatched from his family, and thinks that he has very little to lose. As well, he comes across as a sincere, kind person, someone who would be readily trusted. His enemies see a different side of him, a rage that will never, ever die down. Gabriel has been known to take pleasure in general destruction of property and life itself, and believes that by killing a person, he is simply removing an obstacle in his way. He believes that he is an extraordinary person, destined for a greater purpose than everyone else, and that by killing 'ordinary' people, he is doing them a favor because they won't fare off any better after they leave the island.

Gabriel is a very durable person, and in addition to his size advantage, he is quite visibly intimidating. Gabriel loves to take things apart and try to understand how they work; this could come in handy if one of his weapons is broken, not to mention that he has sketched (and in one case, built) many cruel weapons. Gabriel is generally avoided for his reputation amongst those who know him better, for being completely souless. Though he carries a cane, it is more of a precaution, as he can walk decently without it, albeit having less balance than he normally would. Overall, he desires to make the name of Gabriel Theobaldt known to everyone.

'''Disadvantages:''' Ironically, for someone his size, one of his legs is in awful shape. Being crippled by what he says was Karl Van Buren attacking him, it is one of his most obvious weaknesses. He does wear a protective knee brace, which will stop most overt physical attacks on it, but not a bullet or a baseball bat. Also, he finds it difficult to contain his rage at points, and might get sloppy if he comes across anything that strikes a nerve. His lack of well-established social connections also means that he will have no real group of close friends on the island, and will probably make less of an attempt to backstab someone than to just kill them outright, putting him in a dangerous place. Gabriel often thinks in the abstract, and the unorthodox solutions that may save his life may also end it. As mentioned before, he thinks that he has nothing to lose, and places a low value on human life.... except his own, and he ultimately fears death over everything else.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student no. 08

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

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Paintball Gun + 12 Paintballs 
'''Conclusions:''' I could have sworn I saw this exact same kid running around last season. No? Where do we find these people, anyway? This one's quite the odd cookie, he's apparently obsessed with one of last season's contestants... and one that didn't make it very far, if I recall correctly. I wonder what would happen if he met up with [[Adam Dodd|B77]]?

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:''' 1; [[Jason Foley]]

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Paintball Gun (issued weapon), Arming Sword (from [[Jason Foley]])

'''Allies:''' None

'''Enemies:''' [[Will Sigurbjornsson]], [[Christian Rydell]], [[Jason Foley]], [[Brad Kavanagh]], [[Terrie Brightwell]], [[Simon Wood]], [[Adam Dodd]], [[Guy Rapide]]

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''

== Other/Trivia ==
''Coming soon...''

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Gabriel, in chronological order.''

'''Pre-Game:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1571 Lunch Broken]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1826 Killing Time]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1775 Nobody Will Hear You Scream]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=1875 Beauty, Beast, and Boxer]

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2049 Violence]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2054 Archangel]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2078 The Sparks of Madness]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2088 Dropping the Soap]

== 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 Gabriel Theobaldt. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Guy Rapide

Slacker — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 15:26:58 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Guillame “Guy” Rapide 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Age:''' 17 
'''Grade:''' 12th 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' Guillame is generally into two things: street art and Parkour. When he’s not doing those things he however also enjoys eating shit and flirting with whatever random floozie picks up his interest.

'''Appearance:''' Guillame is very boyish in his appearance, but this is mostly due to the shortness of his figure and the fullness of his cheeks, he honestly gives off the appearance of someone three to four years younger than him and while this is tedious when trying to get into R-Rated movies, it has become a skill that he has learned to make use of. Guy (pronounced the American way) as he likes to be called is extremely slender, but it’s obvious that underneath this slenderness is a certain amount of muscle that instead of being transferred into physical power is instead transferred to pure stamina and speed. His five foot form is crowned by his short brown hair, but even that is hardly ever seen because he usually has it covered in a baseball cap. As far as clothing goes, Guy has jokingly said his wardrobe consists only of basketball shorts, t-shirts, and baseball caps.

'''Biography:''' Life? I find it difficult to sum up my life in a few sentences, it is in short: impossible, but y’know...if you truly wanna get perspective on the whole thing than I suppose we might as well have a little sit down. I was one of those premature births, yeah it explains a lot now, doesn’t it? The doctors where sure I would kick the bucket my first year and after a month of observation sent me home, I ended up coming back a few days later due to the fact that I had asthma attack...I guess that even then I was a survivor. I grew up in Paris, but really only my mother spoke French so English was the main language at my house, I learned French of course (starting with cuss words), but I dunno...I’m bad at it and I know it.

My neighborhood? It was one of the poorer ones and I was one of the smaller kids, but what-the-fuck I had a mouth on me. Unfortunately I didn’t have the fists to back it up half of the time. Me and my best friends? We just sorta stuck together and I suppose the general mischief we got to do doing was what caused us to be cursed by old French women every day, but in the general community we where one of the few kids who weren’t drinking and trying to piss on the Eiffel Tower, we where at least looked with this “boys will be boys” attitude. Though, let’s get to the fun part, throughout this whole thing I call life I got my ass kicked: a lot and while some people would either shut up or train to fight I decided to train for the only thing I’m good at: running away.

We had a lot of fun doing it, jumping between buildings, calling the old war veterans out and running away. Some people called us Traceurs, I called us a bunch of stupid kids. We pissed a lot of people off in this time period, I was about twelve or thirteen (I don’t remember), but already I was causing a bit too much trouble. I would sucker punch and run and don’t even get me started on the girls! We had this friend called Lucien Lachance and I swear to god his basement was this center of sin! I’m pretty sure every kid in Paris lost their virginity down there. I loved Paris. I loved my friends and I loved having no limits.

That is of course until that one day.

Me and a friend of mine where just doing what we always did, drinking coke, skateboarding and generally causing a ruckus when we saw this old man. He looked normal enough, so we decided to hassle him into buying us some liquor, he told us no and my friend Kristophe just wouldn’t take no for an answer and pushed the guy. It was quick almost too quick for me to even believe it happened, but the guy had stabbed him, just pulled out a knife and stabbed Kristophe. You’d think I would be there to help my friend...I was the biggest troublemaker out of our little clique -so they all had saved me from getting my ass kicked more than once-, but no, I ran as fast as I could and I didn’t stop running...the next day I was brought into testify about this whole situation. Kris, was fine, but the old man was being charged with Assault with a Deadly Weapon, with Kris and I testifying the jury pretty much decided to send him to jail for fifteen years.

But, y’know it all felt kinda wrong even then. I was overwhelmed with guilt, I didn’t want to hang out with these guys, I was fourteen years old and wallowing in self pity and martyring this fucking crazy douche who stabbed my friend. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to see these people who praised me for how many cops I could evade and for how long and so I asked my parents if I could go live with my uncle in Highland Beach. That was about three years ago and ever since then I’ve been enjoying myself, showing off my “Parkour” skills to anyone who wants to see and y’know occasionally tagging up an empty building.

But, even though it’s a foreign concept, I’m trying to stay out of trouble. Honest.

'''Advantages:''' He’s a Parkour practitioner through and through and he’s pretty much prone to escape violent situations with a sense of speed an accuracy unparallel by almost all of Southridge High. Also while he may not have a lot of book smarts Guy is insanely street smart and can con and talk his way out of almost every situation.

'''Disadvantages:''' While he has experience in fights it is obvious that fighting is not his strong point and most of his moves are hit and run tactics. When forced into hand-to-hand combat the fact that he’s 5’0” and 108lbs is usually used brutally by his opponent, also as said in his bio: he has a big mouth.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student No. 38

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Bayonet 
'''Conclusion:''' I hope that B38 can jump and twist his way over bullets, because THAT would make for some good television! But the aptly named Mr. Rapide is going to have to thick very quickly if he wants to get out of this one.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:'''

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Bayonet (issued weapon), Berreta 1934 (From Alex Steele)

'''Allies:''' [[Kallie Majors]], [[Darnell Butler]], [[Alice Jones]]

'''Enemies:''' [[Alex Steele]]

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''
"I would ask if you guys are playin', but only a friggin' psycho would say 'yes!', so instead let's just skip that bullshit..."

"So here's how it's goin' to go down Highlander, you're going to drop that sword and get the fuck out of here before we see if you bleed rainbows as well, alright? C'mon if you really are a good person you should've no problem just going on your merry way."

"Well...", he said calmly, "Y'know, from what that guy told me he really does love you," a small smirk appeared on his face, "And when a man loves a woman he's prone to throwin' her at lil' French guys like she's some sorta rag doll."

== Other/Trivia ==
''Coming soon...''

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Guy, in chronological order.''

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2055 Start - G07]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2078 The Sparks of Madness]

== 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 Guy Rapide. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Alice Jones

Slacker — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 15:26:08 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Alice Jones 
'''Gender:''' Female 
'''Age:''' 18 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' No extracurricular activities. No remarkable interests, except collecting stuffed animals

'''Appearance:''' Alice possesses a rather plain, average, almost eerily unremarkable appearance that does little to make her stand out among any sort of crowd. For a senior student, she is rather diminutive, standing at a painfully short height of about 5'1", and is often mistaken for a grade-schooler. Her frame is rather small, thin, with very little development. That along with her short hair and simplistic facial features gives her a rather neutral, androgynous appearance, like that of a child. Her dress sense rather also plain and unflattering, and she often choses garments that are a bit large for her form, covering her figure thickly and completely nearly from head to toe, such as woolen caps, sweaters, hoodies, scarves, and ankle-length skirts.

Her face shape is rather small and round, adding to her childlike appearance, her facial features simplistic to the point of being plain and unremarkable. Her brown eyes are rather large and rounded, often looking downcast. Her mouth and rounded nose are on the small side and there is little definition on the contours of her face. Her hairstyle is also plain, brown hair cut short with bangs covering a rather small forehead.

She is rather reticent and inexpressive, observing her everyday life and the people around her with a blank, childlike expression on her face. Outwardly, she looks like your prime example of the socially-awkward wallflower, the introverted kid that sits unnoticed the back of the classroom, the face in the crowd that is always overlooked, the teammate who is always picked last in gym, the classmate no one wants to be partnered up with in group assignments, the voice that is never heard. She appears harmless-looking, passive, childlike, and innocent, yet eerily uncommunicative. Never does she seem to make an effort to make herself stand out, always making herself look small with hunched over shoulders, poor posture and avoiding eye contact. Overall, Alice is the type of person you wouldn't notice in the crowd unless you took a second look...and even then, you probably wouldn't notice at all. Neither her looks nor her personality have any attention-drawing spark to them. Ironically, if she is ever to be noticed, it will most likely due to her withdrawn visage and commonplace appearance in comparison to those around her.

'''Biography:''' Alice has lived in California all of her life, in the same city, the district, the same two-level middle-class house for all of her eighteen years.

Her sister is a condescending university student who stays out late, never eats dinner with her family, and on the few and far in-between times she interacts with Alice, only does so to casually ask her how her imaginary friends are doing.

Her mother is an apathetic housewife who, jaded by the disillusionments of married life and the real meaning of raising a family, seems more interested in TV dramas and getting the laundry done than greeting her daughter when she arrives home from school.

Her father is an office worker who works long hours, only arrives home in time for dinner once twice a week, and wants to care about Alice but is just too damn busy to really spend any time with her.

Alice herself is a painfully introverted girl with no friends to speak of at school, with interests few and far in between. For as long as she can remember, she has lived a monotonous and unvarying routine consisting of waking up in the morning, eating breakfast, going to school, returning home, eating dinner in silence with what family members are present, and quietly spending the rest of her evenings behind the closed door of her room, holding her stuffed animals. Little changed in this routine as Alice progressed from grade school to highschool.

At school, Alice is and has always been the solitary figure who is rarely acknowledged or noticed by her fellow classmates, except at times when they’ve been forced to work with her for school assignments. Due to the fact that she never makes an active attempt to interact with others or involve herself in group activities, she is generally dismissed an unremarkable figure, always timid, always withdrawn. There are those who see her as ‘creepy’, due to her isolated nature and the fact that she never talks to anyone, has any friends, or is involved with any school clubs. Alice has always done her best to ignore them, which comes off as easy due to the fact that they never bother to interact with her.

Her days in school are spent obediently taking notes in class without drawing attention to herself, eating lunch at the table where no one else sits, sitting out in gym class when teams are split at an odd number, and going straight home when classes are over.

Graduation is fast approaching. People don’t recognize her name when they see her on the list of graduates, nor when they see her picture in the year book. When asked of her plans after graduation, she simply replied, looking at the floor, “I don’t know.”

On a personal level, Alice truly is a timid individual, quiet and reticent, with little idea on how to truly connect with others socially, due to her introverted nature and lack of boldness. Her own family pays her little heed and even less acknowledgement, other than as another person living in their house. Living in such an uncommunicative household, Alice has become wholly withdrawn from the people around her, accepting the belief that no matter what she does or how hard she tries to communicate with others, she won’t go through to them. This belief is not completely unfounded, for time and time again, Alice found herself being ignored, her voice unheard. When working on group projects, her own classmates would finish the work on their own without informing or involving her in the least. When a girl started making fun of her in class, the teacher dismissed it as unimportant and not worth her time. When an older man, though he never did anything direct, shadowed and watched her as she walked from home to school and back again for a week, her father promised to call the police and forgot, while her mother was transfixed to the television drama.

For the most part, Alice has grown accustomed to this rather lonesome existance, quietly making her way through life without anyone to truly connect to, yet reluctant to make an active attempt to interact with others, believing that she will simply remain ignored in the end.

Alice, despite being socially inept and isolated from everyone else, is in fact rather receptive to the world around her…more so than people would believe her to be. She is especially receptive to things such as pain, suffering, and emotions felt by other people, yet has no idea how to react when other people are hurt or in pain. Inwardly, she concerns herself with the well-being of people around her, though she is reluctant to involve herself with them, thinking that they would reject her. She feels strong emotions about certain things, but she hides them well, thinking that no one is interested in how she feels. She holds strong opinions about things going on around her, but she keeps them to herself, thinking that they won’t matter to other people. She has a faint idea of what must be done in certain situations as well as what is right and what is wrong, but lacks the confidence to take the initiative, preferring to let others make the decisions for her.

For the most part, she has lived her life for the most part sheltered in her room without much interaction with the outside world, and is relatively unaware of the norms of social culture, the normalities of the teenager’s life, and the various happenings around the world. SOTF is a concept she has only heard of recently, and even so she is barely acquainted with it.

'''Advantages:''' To be honest? Absolutely nil.

'''Disadvantages:''' It is obvious that she is neither aggressive in personality, nor physically strong. That along with her timid and passive nature makes her the perfect target for those wanting to kill to win, or simply for fun. Harmless and submissive, she is not in the least bit capable of killing, even if she wanted to, due to her weak strength, shortness of height, and lack of confidence to take the initiative. She neither has the charisma, nor the leadership to lead a group, nor does she have any practical skills that will add to a group’s survival.

Though the fact that she is harmless, and easily pitied will incite others to take her under her wing, she will likely be little more than a burden, not even to be valued as someone to talk to due to the fact that she is so timid. Her lonely existence will likely make her receptive to the smallest gesture of kindness and friendliness, due to her naiveity and trusting nature, which will probably lead to deadly results if there are those who wish to exploit the trust of others. She knows next to nil about SOTF aside from the most basic concept, and is thus ignorant for the most part on how to play the game.

'''Designated Number:''' Female Student No. 24

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

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Wooden Baseball Bat 
'''Conclusions:''' G22 is quite the interesting little personality. Oh, wait, you mean G24? We have a G24? Oh, right. HER. When you don't make the effort to try and live the life that you've been given, we here at SOTF will glady ensure that it gets taken away from you. A waste of space, I don't expect her to last any more than maybe five minutes. It couldn't matter if her weapon was a machete, a pocket watch, or a nuclear warhead - this girl's got no chance in hell.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:'''

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:'''

'''Allies:''' [[Guy Rapide]]

'''Enemies:'''

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''

== Other/Trivia ==
''Coming soon...''

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Alice, in chronological order.''

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2078 The Sparks of Madness]

== 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 Alice Jones. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Alice Jones

Slacker — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 15:25:49 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Alice Jones 
'''Gender:''' Female 
'''Age:''' 18 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' No extracurricular activities. No remarkable interests, except collecting stuffed animals

'''Appearance:''' Alice possesses a rather plain, average, almost eerily unremarkable appearance that does little to make her stand out among any sort of crowd. For a senior student, she is rather diminutive, standing at a painfully short height of about 5'1", and is often mistaken for a grade-schooler. Her frame is rather small, thin, with very little development. That along with her short hair and simplistic facial features gives her a rather neutral, androgynous appearance, like that of a child. Her dress sense rather also plain and unflattering, and she often choses garments that are a bit large for her form, covering her figure thickly and completely nearly from head to toe, such as woolen caps, sweaters, hoodies, scarves, and ankle-length skirts.

Her face shape is rather small and round, adding to her childlike appearance, her facial features simplistic to the point of being plain and unremarkable. Her brown eyes are rather large and rounded, often looking downcast. Her mouth and rounded nose are on the small side and there is little definition on the contours of her face. Her hairstyle is also plain, brown hair cut short with bangs covering a rather small forehead.

She is rather reticent and inexpressive, observing her everyday life and the people around her with a blank, childlike expression on her face. Outwardly, she looks like your prime example of the socially-awkward wallflower, the introverted kid that sits unnoticed the back of the classroom, the face in the crowd that is always overlooked, the teammate who is always picked last in gym, the classmate no one wants to be partnered up with in group assignments, the voice that is never heard. She appears harmless-looking, passive, childlike, and innocent, yet eerily uncommunicative. Never does she seem to make an effort to make herself stand out, always making herself look small with hunched over shoulders, poor posture and avoiding eye contact. Overall, Alice is the type of person you wouldn't notice in the crowd unless you took a second look...and even then, you probably wouldn't notice at all. Neither her looks nor her personality have any attention-drawing spark to them. Ironically, if she is ever to be noticed, it will most likely due to her withdrawn visage and commonplace appearance in comparison to those around her.

'''Biography:''' Alice has lived in California all of her life, in the same city, the district, the same two-level middle-class house for all of her eighteen years.

Her sister is a condescending university student who stays out late, never eats dinner with her family, and on the few and far in-between times she interacts with Alice, only does so to casually ask her how her imaginary friends are doing.

Her mother is an apathetic housewife who, jaded by the disillusionments of married life and the real meaning of raising a family, seems more interested in TV dramas and getting the laundry done than greeting her daughter when she arrives home from school.

Her father is an office worker who works long hours, only arrives home in time for dinner once twice a week, and wants to care about Alice but is just too damn busy to really spend any time with her.

Alice herself is a painfully introverted girl with no friends to speak of at school, with interests few and far in between. For as long as she can remember, she has lived a monotonous and unvarying routine consisting of waking up in the morning, eating breakfast, going to school, returning home, eating dinner in silence with what family members are present, and quietly spending the rest of her evenings behind the closed door of her room, holding her stuffed animals. Little changed in this routine as Alice progressed from grade school to highschool.

At school, Alice is and has always been the solitary figure who is rarely acknowledged or noticed by her fellow classmates, except at times when they’ve been forced to work with her for school assignments. Due to the fact that she never makes an active attempt to interact with others or involve herself in group activities, she is generally dismissed an unremarkable figure, always timid, always withdrawn. There are those who see her as ‘creepy’, due to her isolated nature and the fact that she never talks to anyone, has any friends, or is involved with any school clubs. Alice has always done her best to ignore them, which comes off as easy due to the fact that they never bother to interact with her.

Her days in school are spent obediently taking notes in class without drawing attention to herself, eating lunch at the table where no one else sits, sitting out in gym class when teams are split at an odd number, and going straight home when classes are over.

Graduation is fast approaching. People don’t recognize her name when they see her on the list of graduates, nor when they see her picture in the year book. When asked of her plans after graduation, she simply replied, looking at the floor, “I don’t know.”

On a personal level, Alice truly is a timid individual, quiet and reticent, with little idea on how to truly connect with others socially, due to her introverted nature and lack of boldness. Her own family pays her little heed and even less acknowledgement, other than as another person living in their house. Living in such an uncommunicative household, Alice has become wholly withdrawn from the people around her, accepting the belief that no matter what she does or how hard she tries to communicate with others, she won’t go through to them. This belief is not completely unfounded, for time and time again, Alice found herself being ignored, her voice unheard. When working on group projects, her own classmates would finish the work on their own without informing or involving her in the least. When a girl started making fun of her in class, the teacher dismissed it as unimportant and not worth her time. When an older man, though he never did anything direct, shadowed and watched her as she walked from home to school and back again for a week, her father promised to call the police and forgot, while her mother was transfixed to the television drama.

For the most part, Alice has grown accustomed to this rather lonesome existance, quietly making her way through life without anyone to truly connect to, yet reluctant to make an active attempt to interact with others, believing that she will simply remain ignored in the end.

Alice, despite being socially inept and isolated from everyone else, is in fact rather receptive to the world around her…more so than people would believe her to be. She is especially receptive to things such as pain, suffering, and emotions felt by other people, yet has no idea how to react when other people are hurt or in pain. Inwardly, she concerns herself with the well-being of people around her, though she is reluctant to involve herself with them, thinking that they would reject her. She feels strong emotions about certain things, but she hides them well, thinking that no one is interested in how she feels. She holds strong opinions about things going on around her, but she keeps them to herself, thinking that they won’t matter to other people. She has a faint idea of what must be done in certain situations as well as what is right and what is wrong, but lacks the confidence to take the initiative, preferring to let others make the decisions for her.

For the most part, she has lived her life for the most part sheltered in her room without much interaction with the outside world, and is relatively unaware of the norms of social culture, the normalities of the teenager’s life, and the various happenings around the world. SOTF is a concept she has only heard of recently, and even so she is barely acquainted with it.

'''Advantages:''' To be honest? Absolutely nil.

'''Disadvantages:''' It is obvious that she is neither aggressive in personality, nor physically strong. That along with her timid and passive nature makes her the perfect target for those wanting to kill to win, or simply for fun. Harmless and submissive, she is not in the least bit capable of killing, even if she wanted to, due to her weak strength, shortness of height, and lack of confidence to take the initiative. She neither has the charisma, nor the leadership to lead a group, nor does she have any practical skills that will add to a group’s survival.

Though the fact that she is harmless, and easily pitied will incite others to take her under her wing, she will likely be little more than a burden, not even to be valued as someone to talk to due to the fact that she is so timid. Her lonely existence will likely make her receptive to the smallest gesture of kindness and friendliness, due to her naiveity and trusting nature, which will probably lead to deadly results if there are those who wish to exploit the trust of others. She knows next to nil about SOTF aside from the most basic concept, and is thus ignorant for the most part on how to play the game.

'''Designated Number:''' Female Student No. 24

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

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Wooden Baseball Bat 
'''Conclusions:''' G22 is quite the interesting little personality. Oh, wait, you mean G24? We have a G24? Oh, right. HER. When you don't make the effort to try and live the life that you've been given, we here at SOTF will glady ensure that it gets taken away from you. A waste of space, I don't expect her to last any more than maybe five minutes. It couldn't matter if her weapon was a machete, a pocket watch, or a nuclear warhead - this girl's got no chance in hell.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:'''

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:'''

'''Allies:''' [[Guillame "Guy" Rapide]]

'''Enemies:'''

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''

== Other/Trivia ==
''Coming soon...''

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Alice, in chronological order.''

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2078 The Sparks of Madness]

== 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 Alice Jones. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Guy Rapide

Slacker — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 15:25:06 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Guillame “Guy” Rapide 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Age:''' 17 
'''Grade:''' 12th 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' Guillame is generally into two things: street art and Parkour. When he’s not doing those things he however also enjoys eating shit and flirting with whatever random floozie picks up his interest.

'''Appearance:''' Guillame is very boyish in his appearance, but this is mostly due to the shortness of his figure and the fullness of his cheeks, he honestly gives off the appearance of someone three to four years younger than him and while this is tedious when trying to get into R-Rated movies, it has become a skill that he has learned to make use of. Guy (pronounced the American way) as he likes to be called is extremely slender, but it’s obvious that underneath this slenderness is a certain amount of muscle that instead of being transferred into physical power is instead transferred to pure stamina and speed. His five foot form is crowned by his short brown hair, but even that is hardly ever seen because he usually has it covered in a baseball cap. As far as clothing goes, Guy has jokingly said his wardrobe consists only of basketball shorts, t-shirts, and baseball caps.

'''Biography:''' Life? I find it difficult to sum up my life in a few sentences, it is in short: impossible, but y’know...if you truly wanna get perspective on the whole thing than I suppose we might as well have a little sit down. I was one of those premature births, yeah it explains a lot now, doesn’t it? The doctors where sure I would kick the bucket my first year and after a month of observation sent me home, I ended up coming back a few days later due to the fact that I had asthma attack...I guess that even then I was a survivor. I grew up in Paris, but really only my mother spoke French so English was the main language at my house, I learned French of course (starting with cuss words), but I dunno...I’m bad at it and I know it.

My neighborhood? It was one of the poorer ones and I was one of the smaller kids, but what-the-fuck I had a mouth on me. Unfortunately I didn’t have the fists to back it up half of the time. Me and my best friends? We just sorta stuck together and I suppose the general mischief we got to do doing was what caused us to be cursed by old French women every day, but in the general community we where one of the few kids who weren’t drinking and trying to piss on the Eiffel Tower, we where at least looked with this “boys will be boys” attitude. Though, let’s get to the fun part, throughout this whole thing I call life I got my ass kicked: a lot and while some people would either shut up or train to fight I decided to train for the only thing I’m good at: running away.

We had a lot of fun doing it, jumping between buildings, calling the old war veterans out and running away. Some people called us Traceurs, I called us a bunch of stupid kids. We pissed a lot of people off in this time period, I was about twelve or thirteen (I don’t remember), but already I was causing a bit too much trouble. I would sucker punch and run and don’t even get me started on the girls! We had this friend called Lucien Lachance and I swear to god his basement was this center of sin! I’m pretty sure every kid in Paris lost their virginity down there. I loved Paris. I loved my friends and I loved having no limits.

That is of course until that one day.

Me and a friend of mine where just doing what we always did, drinking coke, skateboarding and generally causing a ruckus when we saw this old man. He looked normal enough, so we decided to hassle him into buying us some liquor, he told us no and my friend Kristophe just wouldn’t take no for an answer and pushed the guy. It was quick almost too quick for me to even believe it happened, but the guy had stabbed him, just pulled out a knife and stabbed Kristophe. You’d think I would be there to help my friend...I was the biggest troublemaker out of our little clique -so they all had saved me from getting my ass kicked more than once-, but no, I ran as fast as I could and I didn’t stop running...the next day I was brought into testify about this whole situation. Kris, was fine, but the old man was being charged with Assault with a Deadly Weapon, with Kris and I testifying the jury pretty much decided to send him to jail for fifteen years.

But, y’know it all felt kinda wrong even then. I was overwhelmed with guilt, I didn’t want to hang out with these guys, I was fourteen years old and wallowing in self pity and martyring this fucking crazy douche who stabbed my friend. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to see these people who praised me for how many cops I could evade and for how long and so I asked my parents if I could go live with my uncle in Highland Beach. That was about three years ago and ever since then I’ve been enjoying myself, showing off my “Parkour” skills to anyone who wants to see and y’know occasionally tagging up an empty building.

But, even though it’s a foreign concept, I’m trying to stay out of trouble. Honest.

'''Advantages:''' He’s a Parkour practitioner through and through and he’s pretty much prone to escape violent situations with a sense of speed an accuracy unparallel by almost all of Southridge High. Also while he may not have a lot of book smarts Guy is insanely street smart and can con and talk his way out of almost every situation.

'''Disadvantages:''' While he has experience in fights it is obvious that fighting is not his strong point and most of his moves are hit and run tactics. When forced into hand-to-hand combat the fact that he’s 5’0” and 108lbs is usually used brutally by his opponent, also as said in his bio: he has a big mouth.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student No. 38

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Bayonet 
'''Conclusion:''' I hope that B38 can jump and twist his way over bullets, because THAT would make for some good television! But the aptly named Mr. Rapide is going to have to thick very quickly if he wants to get out of this one.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:'''

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Bayonet (issued weapon)

'''Allies:''' [[Kallie Majors]], [[Darnell Butler]], [[Alice Jones]]

'''Enemies:''' [[Alex Steele]]

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''
"I would ask if you guys are playin', but only a friggin' psycho would say 'yes!', so instead let's just skip that bullshit..."

"So here's how it's goin' to go down Highlander, you're going to drop that sword and get the fuck out of here before we see if you bleed rainbows as well, alright? C'mon if you really are a good person you should've no problem just going on your merry way."

"Well...", he said calmly, "Y'know, from what that guy told me he really does love you," a small smirk appeared on his face, "And when a man loves a woman he's prone to throwin' her at lil' French guys like she's some sorta rag doll."

== Other/Trivia ==
''Coming soon...''

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Guy, in chronological order.''

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2055 Start - G07]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2078 The Sparks of Madness]

== 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 Guy Rapide. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Guy Rapide

Slacker — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 02:10:02 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Guillame “Guy” Rapide 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Age:''' 17 
'''Grade:''' 12th 
'''School:''' Southridge Highschool 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' Guillame is generally into two things: street art and Parkour. When he’s not doing those things he however also enjoys eating shit and flirting with whatever random floozie picks up his interest.

'''Appearance:''' Guillame is very boyish in his appearance, but this is mostly due to the shortness of his figure and the fullness of his cheeks, he honestly gives off the appearance of someone three to four years younger than him and while this is tedious when trying to get into R-Rated movies, it has become a skill that he has learned to make use of. Guy (pronounced the American way) as he likes to be called is extremely slender, but it’s obvious that underneath this slenderness is a certain amount of muscle that instead of being transferred into physical power is instead transferred to pure stamina and speed. His five foot form is crowned by his short brown hair, but even that is hardly ever seen because he usually has it covered in a baseball cap. As far as clothing goes, Guy has jokingly said his wardrobe consists only of basketball shorts, t-shirts, and baseball caps.

'''Biography:''' Life? I find it difficult to sum up my life in a few sentences, it is in short: impossible, but y’know...if you truly wanna get perspective on the whole thing than I suppose we might as well have a little sit down. I was one of those premature births, yeah it explains a lot now, doesn’t it? The doctors where sure I would kick the bucket my first year and after a month of observation sent me home, I ended up coming back a few days later due to the fact that I had asthma attack...I guess that even then I was a survivor. I grew up in Paris, but really only my mother spoke French so English was the main language at my house, I learned French of course (starting with cuss words), but I dunno...I’m bad at it and I know it.

My neighborhood? It was one of the poorer ones and I was one of the smaller kids, but what-the-fuck I had a mouth on me. Unfortunately I didn’t have the fists to back it up half of the time. Me and my best friends? We just sorta stuck together and I suppose the general mischief we got to do doing was what caused us to be cursed by old French women every day, but in the general community we where one of the few kids who weren’t drinking and trying to piss on the Eiffel Tower, we where at least looked with this “boys will be boys” attitude. Though, let’s get to the fun part, throughout this whole thing I call life I got my ass kicked: a lot and while some people would either shut up or train to fight I decided to train for the only thing I’m good at: running away.

We had a lot of fun doing it, jumping between buildings, calling the old war veterans out and running away. Some people called us Traceurs, I called us a bunch of stupid kids. We pissed a lot of people off in this time period, I was about twelve or thirteen (I don’t remember), but already I was causing a bit too much trouble. I would sucker punch and run and don’t even get me started on the girls! We had this friend called Lucien Lachance and I swear to god his basement was this center of sin! I’m pretty sure every kid in Paris lost their virginity down there. I loved Paris. I loved my friends and I loved having no limits.

That is of course until that one day.

Me and a friend of mine where just doing what we always did, drinking coke, skateboarding and generally causing a ruckus when we saw this old man. He looked normal enough, so we decided to hassle him into buying us some liquor, he told us no and my friend Kristophe just wouldn’t take no for an answer and pushed the guy. It was quick almost too quick for me to even believe it happened, but the guy had stabbed him, just pulled out a knife and stabbed Kristophe. You’d think I would be there to help my friend...I was the biggest troublemaker out of our little clique -so they all had saved me from getting my ass kicked more than once-, but no, I ran as fast as I could and I didn’t stop running...the next day I was brought into testify about this whole situation. Kris, was fine, but the old man was being charged with Assault with a Deadly Weapon, with Kris and I testifying the jury pretty much decided to send him to jail for fifteen years.

But, y’know it all felt kinda wrong even then. I was overwhelmed with guilt, I didn’t want to hang out with these guys, I was fourteen years old and wallowing in self pity and martyring this fucking crazy douche who stabbed my friend. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to see these people who praised me for how many cops I could evade and for how long and so I asked my parents if I could go live with my uncle in Highland Beach. That was about three years ago and ever since then I’ve been enjoying myself, showing off my “Parkour” skills to anyone who wants to see and y’know occasionally tagging up an empty building.

But, even though it’s a foreign concept, I’m trying to stay out of trouble. Honest.

'''Advantages:''' He’s a Parkour practitioner through and through and he’s pretty much prone to escape violent situations with a sense of speed an accuracy unparallel by almost all of Southridge High. Also while he may not have a lot of book smarts Guy is insanely street smart and can con and talk his way out of almost every situation.

'''Disadvantages:''' While he has experience in fights it is obvious that fighting is not his strong point and most of his moves are hit and run tactics. When forced into hand-to-hand combat the fact that he’s 5’0” and 108lbs is usually used brutally by his opponent, also as said in his bio: he has a big mouth.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student No. 38

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Bayonet 
'''Conclusion:''' I hope that B38 can jump and twist his way over bullets, because THAT would make for some good television! But the aptly named Mr. Rapide is going to have to thick very quickly if he wants to get out of this one.

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:'''

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Bayonet (issued weapon)

'''Allies:''' [[Kallie Majors]], [[Darnell Butler]], [[Ken Lawson]], [[Matthew Wittany]]

'''Enemies:''' [[Alex Steele]]

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''
"I would ask if you guys are playin', but only a friggin' psycho would say 'yes!', so instead let's just skip that bullshit..."

"So here's how it's goin' to go down Highlander, you're going to drop that sword and get the fuck out of here before we see if you bleed rainbows as well, alright? C'mon if you really are a good person you should've no problem just going on your merry way."

"Well...", he said calmly, "Y'know, from what that guy told me he really does love you," a small smirk appeared on his face, "And when a man loves a woman he's prone to throwin' her at lil' French guys like she's some sorta rag doll."

== Other/Trivia ==
''Coming soon...''

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Guy, in chronological order.''

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2055 Start - G07]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2078 The Sparks of Madness]

== 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 Guy Rapide. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Paul Smith

Slacker — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 19:31:47 GMT

Slacker: /* Game Evaluations */

'''Name:''' Paul Smith 
'''Gender:''' Math 
'''Age:''' 19 
'''Grade:''' Although for all intents and purposes he is a senior, it is of note that Paul is and has always been considered class of 2006 (and currently the senior class is class of 2007) and thus has this self mocking notion to noting this whenever a teacher asks him ("What grade am I in? Well Miss it's quite obvious I'm class of '06"). So, he's in twelfth/thirteenth grade. 
'''School:''' Southridge 
'''Hobbies and Interests:''' While it is to note that he is into music (it'd be a bit funny to be a lead singer in a heavy metal band when you where not into music) and his eventual goal is to go to Berkley and major in Music Theory. He also (and this is purely speculation on his part) have a large case of pyromania (his most precious possession is his Zippo lighter and he is known for pulling it out and lighting it at random moments, it's gotten to the point where teachers don't even chastise him for it anymore), so he has a vast collection of fireworks and an even larger collection of 300+ Zippo lighters.

'''Appearance:''' The first reaction to Paul's appearance is, "What a goddamn freak.", but truly this is no surprise, with waist length blonde hair, layer upon layer of military garb, and an eye patch it is quite obvious that Paul does not fit into normal society and honestly he is quite content with it that way.

Having yet to cut his hair in the past nineteen years, Paul’s extraneously long ponytail is certainly a sight to behold. It has gotten so long that he rarely unfurls it from its massive quantity of wrappings – over, under, over, under, over, under, ad infitum. He sleeps with a ponytail, washes with a ponytail, and lives with a ponytail. Rather than have it extend to below, down to his waist, as it would normally rest, Paul instead throws it over his right shoulder. This not only gives him an air of unique style, it also increases his shock factor, albeit only slightly. He has, however, started letting it fall, as it is scratchy and distracting when it lays across his neck. Unlike his ponytail, Paul sports rather thin wisps of blonde locks that tumble down over his forehead and ears in every which way. His hair is a very distinct color, almost unnatural in its unique physiology. It is a dark blonde with a touch of orange, creating an shade much like that of the poppy found in the dark damp caves of Wales rather than in South California.

As can be expected by someone involved in a constant barrage of hardcore metal pits, Paul's physique is very toned, but this is merely a by product of the rather insane work out schedule he has to prepare for these pits (because as he put it, "How can I expect these people to do pits if I suck at them?") his daily exercise routine consists of 50 roundhouse kicks, performing windmills until his shoulders give out, and at least 10 minutes of mock stage dives into other peoples pools.

His clothing is just as weird as he is and consists of a heavy flak jacket of a dark green color and equally bland pants (all army issued), layer after layer of these and all leather, as you can no doubt guess this look is extremely uncomfortable, but it helps give him a unique look (and that's one of his big fears that he'll lose his individuality and thus he goes to great lengths to protect it) and he has gotten used to the discomfort. Instead of sneakers he wears a pair of big combat boots. The most weird part of his clothing is the leather eye patch with three holes in it and you can just see a white patch underneath them, this is due to a horrific fire when he was a child and he has an adamant refusal to get a glass eye.

'''Biography:''' Paul Smith, Biography of a Rock God

Lila Macintosh, age sixteen and sophomore editor for the Patriot’s Gazette at Southridge High, today we’re going to explore the story of one of Southridges most colorful student, we’ve all spoken to him at least once and we’ve all gotten wind of his very...odd eccentric tendencies, but today I’m going to get in depth in the mind of the singer of the great metal band known to us as “Beneath the Hands of War”.

Like every good story I decided to start with the beginning and that beginning and the beginning and in order to get a grasp on Paul’s early years, the only effective person to go to would be his father, Kevin Smith is the thirty eight year old head of the burn ward at the local hospital and is almost a parallel image of Paul (with the exception of Paul’s amber eyes of course), however the older man has a large receding hair line and his ponytail is not nearly as in your face as Paul’s is.

“Well, I met Paul’s mother when I was fourteen years old and we got married right outtalk high school, I got a full scholarship to UCLA where I majored in medicine, Paul’s mother was a very pretty woman, had red hair and perfect amber eyes, she is a lot like Paul in a lotto ways, always striving to be different, y’know? Well we lived a normal life, Jean my wife was working at a local book store and I was working in construction to pay to support my family and of course Paul himself, Paul was always a smart boy, though in oddly different ways. He knew how to read before he knew how to speak and he was always readin’ always being smart, y’know?

Well, our life was normal till that day in about ‘92, Paul was ‘bout four years old and was staying home with Jean, when apparently our oven was on the fritz, the oven refused to turn on and because it was one of those good ol’ Gas ovens she just put in a barbeque lighter and tried to light it...unfortunately well it just ‘sploded all over her, Jean was burnt to a crisp and Paul would’ve been to if he hadn’t been fooling around trying on a leather jacket of mine (he’s been obsessive with every piece of clothing he owns being leather from that point onward), a piece of debree got into his left eye and the doctors told me that if it had gone just 1/360th of an inch to the right Paul’s brain would’ve been gone, it was a day of conflict because on the downside I lost my wife, but on the bright side my son survived, y’know?”

Losing his mother at such a young age should no doubt by traumatizing for Paul, but those of you who hang out with him know he is incredibly open, I mean honestly there is nothing that you can say about Paul that hasn’t already been said by Paul. His high school career of course is way better known. His Freshman year he started off not by getting an F in every one of his classes (that honor would be reserved for Sophomore year), but by infamously setting his pants on fire while confidently in a broom closet with the topless valedictorian of that graduating year...it was scandalous, it was embarrassing, and it was something that Paul Smith loved. During his Freshman year he was discovered by the music program at our school and despite his ineptitude to play instruments he has composed every piece our school band has preformed for the last five years, it was probably this skill in composing that made him a key member in the local scene in a metal band known as Beneath the Hands of War which is known for it’s slightly operatic vocal solos and it’s general melodic sound in contrast to most metal bands.

Sophomore year more panic ensued at Southridge and I’m sure all of the graduating seniors will remember the day Paul Smith came running down the football field piss ass drunk and also bares naked screaming that the class of ‘06 ruled and then he proceeded to rip drunkenly grope the homecoming queens breasts and eventually in a rather climatic chase evade police capture for fifteen minutes. Of course he then gained fame for burning his report card in the middle of his first period class and strangely enough (despite his rather eccentric tendencies) he found himself spending most of his time hanging out in the girls locker-room (he still does this to the day and most of the girls have gotten rather indifferent towards Paul’s nearly constant presence, although he does relish every time a Freshman girl comes to him and asks him to leave, “Yeah, well I’ll leave when I see something I haven’t before...or I’ll stay and watch, it’s an impasse you gotta be willing to deal with”.

Junior year is a year of shame in regards to us Paul Smith fans as he started going out with the most bitchy head cheerleader this side of bitchington, a girl named Melanie Suarez. Melanie was abusive and out of place every where Paul went, while she got straight A’s, Paul was getting no grades, but somehow someway she sparked a rather large change in Paul and caused him to start working hard in school, Paul was still crazy, but remarkably a lot tamer and he would keep this attitude up through his senior year. The darkest day for the Paul Smith fans was last year at the graduation ceremony where he was almost unanimously denied a diploma due to his 1.9 GPA, instead of going to a community college to raise his grades, Paul stayed back a year and has yet to give us anymore Smith brand craziness...but we can hope to see it again, we can hope.

Lila Macintosh, out.

'07 SCHOOL YEAR UPDATE

As rumors flew around the school about Paul Smith romancing head cheerleader Serenity Halos, Paul Smith chose to prove himself in a much more interesting way. Joining the tournament Paul breezed through his first two matches and eventually came to fight Darnell Butler, in a match contested by few (due to Darnell's long hospilitazation) Paul came out the loser, but also came out the bouncer at the local 'club' Shooters. People wishing to challenge Paul, found themselves being subjected to a large amount of Grecco-Roman wrestling moves and broken noses...all stuff he's picked up from Darnell. Currently Paul has been accepted into HBU with a GPA of 2.3 and he's been given a full ride partly due to Shooters and Montezzo.

It seems the Smith brand craziness is coming to an end.

'''Advantages:''' Paul’s popularity almost triples that of everyone else in the school, he is known by people outside of school, he is known by people who saw the school once and he is known by people who accidentally came across the word school in the dictionary. He has a rather large tolerance for pain (due to his pit practicing and the actual pit itself) and strangely enough for someone usually surrounded by blaring amps, excellent ears. Paul has also proven to be an excellent fighter and some say he currently has achieved a varied fighting level that he could beat Darnell Butler.

'''Disadvantages:''' Paul is completely self centered, completely intent on building upon the Paul Smith legend that has surrounded itself his past five years of school. He also though is far to altruistic for his own good and the thought of hurting someone unable to protect themselves is in all honesty, sickening to him. Paul's left arm is a bit weak and he also has no skill in fire arms and while he's adapted to his eye, he does have a slightly reduced field of vision.

'''Designated Number:''' Male Student no. 03

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

==

'''Designated Weapon:''' Stockman's Knife 
'''Conclusions:''' Well now, B03 is quite the lucky ducky, isn't he? To think, if he'd graduated with his class instead of staying a year behind like he did, he wouldn't be able to be part of our wonderful program, and that would be such a disappointment! His bad eye might work against him in this kind of game, but maybe he'll put his pyromania to good use!

== Game Evaluations ==
'''Kills:'''

'''Killed by:'''

'''Collected Weapons:''' Stockmans Knife (Starting), MPK5 (From Melina Frost)

'''Allies:'''

'''Enemies:''' Melina Frost

'''Mid-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Post-Game Evaluation:'''

'''Memorable Quotes:'''

== Other/Trivia ==
''Coming soon...''

== Threads ==
''Below is a list of threads that contain Paul, in chronological order.''

'''Pre-Game:'''

'''V3:'''
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2043 The Cursed and the Damned]
*[http://z10.invisionfree.com/SOTF_V2/index.php?showtopic=2050 Just a Mirage]

== 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 Paul Smith. What did you like, or dislike, about the character? Let us know here!''

Handlers

Slacker — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 17:15:22 GMT

Slacker: /* Current Staff Team */

''Handlers are the good folks who roleplay as the characters in the SOTF roleplaying game, or, in other words, handle the characters. Handlers are also known as users and members, among other names.''

'''WARNING:''' This page is incomplete. There are lots of members from both versions that haven't even created characters (or posted, either), and, as such, probably won't be added onto the list unless they hold some sort of significance. For that reason, if you want the real list of members, then please consult the site, otherwise you'll be missing details.'''

== Current Staff Team ==
*[[Megami]] - V2 Administrator, V1 Moderator
*[[Leo]] - V2 Administrator, V1 Mini-Moderator
*[[Riserugu]] - V2 Administrator, V1 Co-Administrator
*[[Adam]] - V2 Administrator, V1 Moderator/Co-Administrator
*[[Aphrodite.]] - V2 Moderator
*[[Jotun]] - V2 Moderator
*[[Mitsuko2]] - V2 Mod

'''Former Staff:'''
*[[Kaishi]] - Founder, V1 Administrator (Retired)
*[[Sephy]] - V1 Moderator (Retired)
*[[Swoosh]] - V1 Moderator (Retired)
*[[LadyMakaze]] - Former V2 Moderator, Former V2 Co-Administrator V1 Co-Administrator
*[[Slayer]] - V1 Moderator, former V2 Co-Administrator
*[[Slacker]] - Former V2 Mod-in-Training, former V2 Co-Administrator, V1 Mini-Moderator,Former V2 Mod
*[[Theseus]] - V1 Moderator, former V2 Co-Administrator

== Members ==
''Active participants on the Version II website are listed below. A section for Version I members who have since turned in the towel is pending. Please note that this list is incomplete. Members who were never active will not be added. For a full list of members, please consult the "Members" list on either site.''

*[[Atomic_Waffle]]
*[[Baby_G]]
*[[Croco]]
*[[CycoKiller]]
*[[Doink]]
*[[Endless_Helix]]
*[[Slacker|La Rondelle]]
*[[laZardo]]
*[[Narfinkool]]
*[[Nealosi]]
*[[OnceForgotten]]
*[[Phreakride]]
*[[Scipher]]
*[[Serapindal]]
*[[Shula]]
*[[Strawberry Prince]]
*[[SweetPea22]]
*[[Vasjarai]]
*[[Xaldien]]
*[[ZigZaggerty]]

Slacker

Slacker — Sun, 26 Nov 2006 20:34:37 GMT

Slacker:

One of the younger and more perverse members of SOTF, Slacker finds himself on the outside of many molds. He currently has held every position of authority on the forum (He started of as a Mini-Mod, then went up towards the rank of Admin, then to Mod, then to member, and then to v2 Mod in training and now back to member). It has been noted by many that Slacker's rather wild acension throughout the ranks of the forum lead him to becoming the "next generation" of SOTF, and Adam Dodd has all but handed the torch over to him for "Most Overrated Writer on SOTF".

He joined SOTF on October 5th, 2005. With high ambitions and an even higher ego he's been known to boast jokingly about the pwnage of his posts with Andrew Munteaneau and how he was no doubt the actual protagnist of v1. His flagship for v1 would come in the form of Peri Barclay (whom he had adopted) which many of us know as the killer turned flaming homosexual. His adamant hatred of Pre-Game along with his rather radical views on the forum leadership (meaning he rarely agrees with them and when he does argue his record usually shows that he will eventually be proven right over and over again).

He was rejected from the initial v2 mod applications only to be upped to it again for his work on RP Guides, things where going well for Slacker when he and the v1 mods organized that infamous "Original SOTF Insurgency", at the start of the v2 site Slacker gained the controversial role as admin (mostly for his work in the v2 storyline), he would later relinquish this role due to the arguments he had with Slayer. He would be demoted again mostly because the staff disagreed with his maverick ways and of course as he was teh sex.

His acension to forum moderator in training lies with his disdain for some of the leaders on SOTF, his faux leaving was provoked due to forum hostility and he was brought back due to Adam Dodd's persuasion and the false definition that people wanted him back by giving him the Moderator in Training position. It would later be revealed that people simply gave him that position since they did not want him to leave and he would lose it a day later (however you wish to interpret this is directly related to whom you get the story from). Now Slacker stays on the forum due to the actions of Dodd and him cultivating friendships with both Makaze, Jotun, and Aphrodite.

Slacker awaits for the moment where everyone will come towards him and tell him that he was indeed right about everything, it happened with the mod rankings and it will happen with his demotion, when this happens he will assert himself with a well placed smug fuck you and then go back to writing posts about his characters ejaculating in other characters face.

Till then he promises you that if there is drama anywhere on the site he will be found directly in the middle of it.