][ <WANG_TU_CHUNG> HAS JOINED THE PARTY AS A PSUEDO ASOCIAL 
 PSYCHOTIC PARTY 
 CRASHER
 
 Name: Wang_Tu_Chung   Sex:M    Physical Age:20   True Age:a lot younger.
 Also Goes By: Sore wa...oh F' it.
 Height: 5'7"        Weight: Uhm...        Eyes: brown   Hair: black
 
 Primary Goal(s):
 -To spy on the party because he's to embarressed to join.
 -To remember to bring a lot of tissues with him.
 
 Secondary Goal(s):
 -To see if he could actually tape an honest to God orgy on his video  
  camera.
 -To share the wealth.
 
 Strengths/Abilities:
 -Knows a lot of martial arts skeelz
 -Has driving skeelz...self taught!
 -Can seperate his conciousness, so that he could watch TV, watch 
  an anime video, and listen to the radio all at the same time.
 
 Weaknesses/Quirks:
 -Addicted to caffine like chain smokers to Marlboro
 -Can't stomach a good dosage of Alchohol
 -Tends to quote wierd things (i.e Gonna lay the smackdown on your 
  roody poo ass.  Gimme some sugar baby...etc) for no apparent reason.
 -Above quotes are usually mumbled so the listener can't understand a
  damn word he said.
 -Has a dirtier mouth than a drunk Stone Cold Steve Austin
 -Has a level of perversity that would probably make Philip Barkow 
  boggle in shock
 -Tends to horde the strangest things
 -Likes Hentai, but can't write a lemon worth a damn.
 -His 'Devil may care' attitude.
 -Has a strange obssession with violence.
 
 Likes:
 -Hentai gurls
 -Caffine
 -Howard Stern and Dennis Miller
 -NY, bay-bee!
 -Guns!
 -Confucious and Zen!
 -John Woo flicks
 -Anime (Right now Cowboy BeBop)
 -Manga (Right now Eat-man)
 -Horror flicks
 -Quoting the Rock, Ash from Army of Darkness, the Midnight Bomber that 
  bombs at Midnight, and thier ilk.
 -KORN, Bush and the ilk
 -'bopper' music and 'industrial'
 
 Dislikes:
 -Romance (Gets him too jittery)
 -Getting maimed
 -Oscar
 -Dancing (Can't dance worth a damn)
 -Roaches, wasps, or any of the ilk (has the scaring to prove it)
 -Too much Enigma
 
 Background:
 They say a man's personality can usually be determined by the 
 appearence of his room.  If that theory holds true, then Wang Tu Chung
 is a psychotic lazy bastard.  Hentai mags, video-game mags, gun mags,
 books on zen and confucionism, and many martial arts books lay around him
 in his lime green, off orange and yellow room.  In a clear plastic pipe
 system a dog-shark swims about. That dog-shark told him that a party was
 going on, and it is because of his never ending libido, that he decided
 to spy on the wome--the party from his Scooby Doo Dodge Mystery Machine
 using survailence equipment that would make the ADA jealous.
 
 Fellow Authors, please ask me before you:
 -Actually get me INTO the party.
 -get me drunk.
 -Do anything with my character except let him mumble to himself and grin 
  insanely in his van
 
 Fellow Authors, please do not:
 -Kill me
 -Cannibalize me
 -anything that'll bruise me like peach.
  Unless it advances the story line *psycho-grin*