Nick Reid

Name: Nicholas "Nick" Reid Gender: Male Age: 18 Grade: 12 School: Bayview Secondary School Hobbies and Interests: Reading, writing, math, science, creative anachronism

Appearance: At 6' even and 145 lbs, Nick is fairly thin and lanky. Strong legs skew the distribution downwards a bit, leaving him with a skinny torso, wiry arms, and spiderlike hands. His participation in archery and mock swordplay has caused a slight unevenness in his build, and a direct comparison would show his dominant left side to be slightly more robust. A simple glance shows that it's obvious Nick cares little about his appearance; his black finger-length hair is horribly unkempt, he slouches, and his outfit is the same every day; dark jeans, black shoes, a faded and frayed MIT hoodie that might fit well if he was perhaps 60 lbs heavier, and a T-shirt with a bad math joke on it. On the day of the abduction, his shirt is bright orange with a crude brown line drawing of a monkey's head above the words "There's No Right Way to Eat a Rhesus."

Nick's face is dominated by a large, hooked nose. Under his powerful brow ridge and shapely eyebrows, his eyes are a dull color that is indistinguishably blue, green, or even grey. Much of the time, poor sleeping habits cause his eyes to take on a sunken appearance, and the sides of his face sport hollow cheeks and visible cheekbones. His lips are also prominent, and even after a couple weeks without shaving, his facial hair shows up only as a faint trace. The overall effect of his appearance is reminiscent of a large, sickly bird.

Biography: Nick knows firsthand that genius has its price. Though by all accounts a normal, if quiet, grade-schooler, he began in middle school to feel an increasingly sharp divide between him and his his peers. While their growth and development sent them off in wildly different directions, the introverted, sentimental Nick was left grasping at straws. The transition to Bayview was even worse, and Nick found his grades plummeting under the stress, leading him into a vicious cycle. As general malaise into full-blown depression, his behavior was too much to conceal and excuse, and his concerned parents brought him in for a consultation with the family doctor. Two years later, despite the diagnosis, he has made little headway. Trapped into displaying a falsely happy front, his illness retains a source of negativity on which to feed. He manages to function largely through sheer willpower, but is not free from episodes of sheer melancholy.

Nick is the guy who is always right and he knows it. This causes him to be somewhat abrasive at times. Disliking everyone in general but nobody in particular, he is perfectly friendly on a one-on-one basis, but holds great disdain for the hoi polloi. Despite his incredible mental prowess, his grades are better than average at best and horrible at worst, largely due to his depression. Additionally, he is cuttingly sarcastic and morbidly sardonic. If you ask him where someone is, he'll reply that they're dead, and if you want to know where something is, he'll respond "I ate it." He claims to be a realist, stating that the proverbial glass is merely the cube root of two times as large as it needs to be, but is in reality quite pessimistic and views things much differently than most people.

When he was still young, Nick had the opportunity at a Cub Scout day camp to try firing a bow. To his immense pleasure (and future displeasure, on having to recount his involvement in the Cub Scouts), he discovered himself to be a comparatively good shot. This sparked an interest in archery that has grown throughout the years. One thing lead to another, and some archery range contacts ended up introducing Nick to faux medieval combat. He eagerly joined first Dagorhir and Belegarth, and later the SCA, as a combat archer. He has since diversified, but still favors archery, as well as spear and greatsword. Despite the exercise, his naturally skinny frame hasn't bulked up much. He can draw a bow and swing a rattan weapon, but is far from what would be considered muscular.

From the first words he read, sometime during preschool, Nick has read everything in sight in a quest for knowledge. From the Magic Schoolbus series in his early years to his more recent perusal of the Feynman lectures, no text is safe from his prying eyes. Along the way, he's snowballed quite a collection of minutiae. Need to know that his large Adam's apple makes him "cock-throppled" or that opossums have 13 nipples? Even if you don't, he'll let you know anyways. After becoming a writer for the school newspaper, his tastes have branched out somewhat into fiction, especially the Cthulu Mythos and Discworld novels.

As an outgrowth of his interest in reading, Nick has developed a keen interest in math and science. Always mathematically gifted, he has managed to scrape passing grades in all of his math classes with little to no homework, and is eager to state his confidence of receiving a 4 or 5 on May's AP Calculus test. Even with his success in mathematics, though, his true passion is for science. His dream job would involve particle physics research at CERN, but he occupies himself for the time being reading into Carnot cycles and Pi Mesons and looking at the material world with an appraising eye.

All in all, Nick is a walking contradiction. A college-bound National Merit Scholar, he falls short of the honor roll; timid and intellectual, he harbors a bit of an impulsive streak and loves a good prank. Cool, collected, and eloquent in a prepared speech, he is a horrid conversationalist; brilliant and sharp-witted, he often lacks basic common sense. But above all is an obsessive veneration of his deeply flawed mind.

Advantages: Nick is in fairly good shape and skilled in melee combat and archery. He also has quick feet and a quick mind, with iron willpower to back it up. Disadvantages: Depression has taken its toll on Nick's mind and body. Poor sleeping habits have sapped his strength and endurance somewhat, and his mental state sometimes causes him to think illogically. He is also horribly indecisive and lacks the social graces that are valuable for turning enemies into allies.

Designated Number: Male student no. 55

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Designated Weapon: Molotov cocktails x6 Conclusion: "Huh, should I throw this molotov at that raging psychopath, or shouldn't I? Oh maybe I should just drop it at my own feet!" ... Mr. Reid better drop all that emotional baggage he's carrying as soon as possible, because he's going to have a hard enough time surviving as it is!

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

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