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General Information:
Name: William "Billy" Woodrow
Age: confirmed at thirty
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150 lbs
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black
Build: wiry
Distinguishing features: His bad teeth and goatee, A tattoo of a hanged skeleton on his back between his shoulder blades, and a piercing in his left ear
Other: Contains bad drug habits- not a role-model for the kiddies! Has been known to drink cough syrup for the buzz when desperate


What he has on him when arriving on the island:
-Backpack
-switch blade
-Small amount of emergency "supplies" (Of an illegal fashion including a sampling of various substances: E, MJ, Coke, etcetera)
-Large bundle of stolen cash (much good it'll do him on the island)
-A working squeeze box
-The clothes on his back


Appearance: Billy is of average height, from indeterminable background, (A real "Mutt" as it were) with black hair and grey eyes and an almost constant need for a shave. He's generally greasy, shady and untrustworthy. His frame is spidery and lanky, his clothing unremarkable. He's over twenty five and depressed about it.

Personality: A petty crook, constantly pilfering from the other islanders and claiming innocence, he is a real source of comic relief. A ladies man, although constantly rejected to his dismay. His outgoing, friendly and sociable personality would soon strip away as the antisocial and cagey octopus instincts creep into his psyche. The fact he's grown tentacles no doubt helps aid in his downward depression on the island. His accent is implacable, seeming fake except that the brogue gets stronger when under the influence of intoxicants.

Background: Not much is known of Billy's background- a large percentage of what is known in undoubtedly fabricated or invented. It is believed he was born in Clerkenwell, London to a rather poor and underprivileged family (around which, not much is known other than the possibility that Billy's father was abusive) when he later took off onto the road when he was still young. He roamed over the British Isles for some time, undoubtedly financed through questionable means. By the time he was in his mid twenties, he found reason to need to leave the country in a rush. The nature of his reasoning is unknown, but appears to be of a more sinister nature than he seems capable.

The octopus is a cephalopod of the order Octopoda that inhabits many diverse regions of the ocean, especially coral reefs. The term may also refer to only those creatures in the genus Octopus. In the larger sense, there are 289 different octopus species, which is over one-third the total number of cephalopod species.

Octopuses are characterized by their eight arms, usually with sucker cups on them. Unlike most other cephalopods, octopuses have entirely soft bodies; they have neither a protective outer shell like the nautili, nor an internal shell or bone like cuttlefish or squids.

Three defensive mechanisms are typical of octopuses: ink sacs, camouflage and autonomising limbs. Most octopuses can eject a thick blackish ink in a large cloud to aid in escaping from predators. They also have specialized color changing skin cells called chromatophores which they can use to blend into the environment to hide. They can also use this ability as a warning; the very poisonous Blue-ringed Octopus becomes bright yellow with blue rings when it is provoked. When under attack, octopuses can also detach and autonomise their limbs, in a similar manner to skinks and other lizards. The crawling arm serves as a distraction to would-be predators; this ability is also used in mating.

They have a very short life span, and some species live for as little as six months. Larger species, such as the North Pacific Giant Octopus, may live for up to five years if they do not reproduce. However reproduction is a cause of death. Males can only live for a few months after mating, whereas females die shortly after hatching their eggs.

Octopuses are highly intelligent, and are able to learn how to distinguish the difference between colors and shapes. More impressive is that they can remember the shapes and colors and their meanings for up to two years. They can also learn how to unscrew the lid of a jar with its tentacles, and the octopus called Einstein at the British Blue Reef Aquarium could open a tin within seconds with two tentacles, opening it even faster if it was filled with food. They also understand the concept of mirrored images and soon realize there's no use attempting to attack its own image. Octopuses also share some emotions normally associated with humans, such as embarassment, trust, and a great curiosity. In many countries, including the United States and the United Kingdom, octopuses are on the list of experimental animals on which surgery may not be performed without anesthesia.

In some cultures, octopuses are caught for food.

Though rare and expensive, some people keep octopuses as pets.

A common belief is that when stressed, an octopus may begin to eat itself. However, limited research conducted in this area has revealed that the cause of this abnormal behaviour may be due to a virus that attacks the octopus's nervous system.

You don't ******** with octopi- or they'll eat you. Like this one ate this shark >:3

Group: Ween Album: The Mollusk
Mutilated Lips
I lick my brain in silence
rather squeeze my head instead
midget man provoking violence
listen not to what I said

I said please calm it down
everything is turning brown

Mutilated lips give a kiss on the wrist
of the worm like tips of tentacles expanding
in my mind, I'm fine, accepting only fresh brine
you can get another drop of this, yeah you wish...
(REPEAT)

Laughing lady living lover
ooo you sassy frassy lassie
find me the skull of Haile Sellase, I...
give me shoes so I can tapsy
tap all over this big world
take my hand you ugly girl....

(CHORUS)




Artist: Voltaire Album: The Devil's Bris
When You're Evil

When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same

I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

While there's children to make sad
While there's candy to be had
while there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it
'Cause there's one born every minute

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelxebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.

I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.

And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

It gets so lonley being evil
What I'd do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you're evil
I'm lying though my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need