Sleeper, Samuel Thames

Samuel Thames

"Madness? MADNESS!? No, my friend. This . . . is ART!"

RANK. Rank E, Poet Rank A
AGE. 25
DOB. December 21st
ETHNICITY. British.
OCCUPATION. Starving artist, of the poetry variety.
RESIDENCE. Upper Manhattan, specifically the Upper East Side.

Samuel Thames is going fucking mad.

It all started when he got fresh out of college. A quick 4-year tour to get a degree in his truest love, medieval poetry, left him alone and on the streets at the age of 22. A prideful young man, he ignored countless opportunities in favor of scrawling down his writings. His prestigious intellect opened up the world for him and yet he rejected it, chasing a vision that each day he felt getting close.

Shame he kinda sucks at poetry. Don't tell him that, though: he's the king of Dunning-Kreuger. As far as he knows he's a great writer: he's so great that you can feel every gentle breeze, smell every flower, and ogle every noblewoman that he writes about. Or is that the insanity talking? These days he doesn't even know.

You see, while Samuel's poetry isn't of stellar quality, it is certainly evocative. How or why he has no idea, but one day his own words seemed to leap at him right off of the page. And he's loving it, convinced every day that he's Shakespeare in training. Of course, when he runs around sniffing his own manuscripts, its hard not to think of him as insane. The world thinks he is mad, and in return he shares the sentiment, so the two divorced on irreconcilable differences.

To this day he remains stashed up in some hovel, using money wired by his parents to pay for his bills and massive book collection. They constantly threaten to pull funding, but are placated by desperate promises that he'll hit the big time some day. Besides, a complete World Encyclopedia series can't be THAT expensive, right? So why don't you be a real good guy, buy some shitty sonnets ,and help pay for a new volume?

played by The Crash Man