][ SCOTT HAS JOINED THE PARTY AS A CRASHER

Name: Scott Schimmel  Sex: ye-<thwap> er, male
Physical Age: 23  True Age: 23 
Also Goes By: No-the-OTHER-Scott, Glee, You Bastard, Not Steve Scougall
Height: 5'10"  Weight: 130#  
Eyes: 2 (okay, okay, green)  Hair: sandy blond

Primary Goal(s):
- To amuse himself by poking fun at everything, including himself,
  using sardonic quips and/or silly non-sequiturs.  And the
  occasional bad pun.
- To be a merry servant of chaos.

Secondary Goal(s):
- To meet girls.
- To avoid being malleted by girls (and boys, for that matter) he's
  managed to annoy after meeting.
- To try to be a nice, helpful guy, despite the sarcasm and cynicism.
- To always back Kate up... despite the sarcasm and cynicism.
- To actually finish all the writing projects I've begun... despite
  the sarcasm and cynicism.  (See a pattern here?)

Strengths/Abilities:
- Can find humor in just about anything.
- Can argue any side of any topic, no matter how he actually feels
  about it, at length, given a vague familiarity with said topic.
- Serial Immortality.  He can still die... but he'll get better.
- Mad Hentai Skeelz.
- A reluctance to actually use Mad Hentai Skeelz for any hentai 
  purpose.  At least in public.  For which I'm sure you're all
  grateful.
- To the surprise of many, is actually a very good listener.
- Major shoujo fan.  Not scared off by saccharine cuteness,
  soul-crushing angst, surrealism, gigantic love polygons, or
  shounen-ai/yaoi.  In fact, he actually likes these things.
- Not prone to anger, panic, or depression.  Tends to be amused
  instead.
- Can speak Japanese reasonably well.
- Can eat and drink pretty much whatever he wants, and stay thin
  and sober.  (Wai!  Metabolism!)
- Morally ambiguous.
- Often mistaken for a woman, though he cannot fathom why.
- Has rather unusual aesthetics of "cute"ness, beauty, and similar
  things.

Weaknesses/Quirks:
- Sarcastic.  And cynical.
- Tends to stay quiet for long periods of time when in a group of
  more than 5 or 6.
- Just can't resist making that one more snide remark...
- He'll come back from death, eventually.  But it still hurts.
  Usually a lot.
- Absolutely no singing or musical talent, beyond reading music.
- Prone to break into song at random intervals, despite the above.
  And not just to annoy people, despite the below.
- Often annoying and/or inane for no particular reason.
- Does not read Ultra.  Does not regret not reading Ultra.
- Caffeine and sugar freak.  Really loves chocolate, since it's
  both at once.
- Morally ambiguous.
- Often mistaken for a woman, though he cannot fathom why.
- Prone to using big words and complicated sentences, especially
  when he's trying to be serious.

Likes:
- Caffeine and sugar
- RPGs and strategy wargames, both video and otherwise
- Anime and manga, especially shoujo anime and manga
- Romance -- the only thing he doesn't joke about... much
- Books, Music, Art, Poetry, Theater, Movies, and Other 
  Entertainment That He Pronounces With Capital Letters...
  both as an audience and a participant
- Rain -- especially thunderstorms
- People who can take a joke, and dish out a joke, and,
  in particular, understand some of his jokes.
- Intelligent conversation
- Flirting and innuendo
- Winging it
- Irony in all its forms
- Candlelit dinners, walks on the beach, and cuddling by the
  fireplace. :p

Dislikes:
- Blatant stupidity
- Religious fanatics who proselytize
- Boredom
- Mindless shounen fighting anime (especially DBZ)
- Being taken for granted
- Ultra-detailed plans (they never go right anyway)
- Extremely bright light
- Extreme heat
- Summer, given the above two

Background:
	Scott was just this guy, you know?  Came out of nowhere a
few years back?  Started writing fanfic-type stuff?  Finally
delurked at impro pretty close to a year after he started visiting?
Yeah, you know the guy I mean.
	Being so easy to overlook, Scott wasn't invited to the Party,
or maybe just didn't receive his invitation.  (Un?)Fortunately, he
ran into his good old friend Kate Malloy while he was in San Diego
practicing his Mad Dramatic Posing Skeelz (In Progress), and she
promptly shanghied him into the party by way of a police chase and
an epic (sort of) battle several centuries in the past.  Let it 
never be said that his life was boring.

Fellow Authors, please ask me before you:
- get me involved in a romantic relationship (mind, I'll probably
  say yes...)
- have me be absolutely serious for an extended length of time
- have me torture and kill small furry animals
- do anything particularly sadistic or embarrassing to me (no,
  killing me doesn't count)

Fellow Authors, please do not:
- have me smoke or use illegal drugs
- have me die and not come back