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Alex, our intrepid artist, leads duel lives. On one hand, he's a mild mannered semi-intellectual who enjoys fine art, a good book, and topical arguments. On the other hand, he's an underground communist revolutionary leading the charge for workers rights and the glorification of Stalin's name in the lucid post-cold war environment of the 21st century at least, he thinks he is.
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Leah follows another duality as the key writer/artist of Upper6, with one brutal exception: she plays far to many video games. Thus, rarely is she not seen crouched in front of a Gamecube and dodging sleep for the sole purpose of gaining a fantastical level or two. Of course, such a worthy pursuit when mixed with schooling and employment in the bourgeois workforce leads to a blending between reality and fantasy- too often is she seen howling for Elf blood while catching winking hours of sleep before another tedious workday.
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Nathan is an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a cheap 'Hawaiian-style' half-shirtÉ or more likely, wrapped in no shirt. In fact, you would be very lucky to find the man wearing pants or any other items of clothing at all. He is the kind of man likely to find himself waking up naked in a cardboard box in a Muscovite suburb without any prior knowledge as to how he arrived there or why the locals refuse to speak English, or approach within seventy feet. He's been known to face any challenge- no matter how moronic- make ridiculous bets, and sexually molest inanimate objects, small children, cats, etc. If asked what his favorite color is, he would reply "Tunafish", and if pressed for an actual answer you would be lucky to get "Vodka". However, despite all these absurdities, he posses an impressive natural aptitude for Chess. This, ladies and gentleman, is Nathan in a nutshell.
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Paul, while a rarity in the Upper6 crowd, still provides the necessary "tall, dark stranger" appeal so sought after by the youthful angsty crowd but so rarely achieved. Never seen without a trench coat and pocket watch (for that intellectual look), he carries about him an air of mystery unheard of in past iterations of his stereotype. A living embodiment of Colonel Walter Kurtz, Paul could at any moment turn to you and quote poetry, while threaten death in the next second. Though he may lack the tribe of pygmy warriors to command, there will no doubt come a time when he will acquire godlike status among some indigenous people... and then... heaven help us all.
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Darren, often credited as the power-behind-the-throne at Upper6.com, he is indeed a force to be reckoned with: a master of Swiftian wit, one would be a fool to challenge Darren to a battle of wills. Therein lies his failings, however: his passive facade and love of "Aliens" keeps his normally volatile nature under control. That, and it is rumored by many (both skeptics and proponents) that a large hoard of gerbils occupies a space somewhere between Darren's hair and his sideburns, which many historians have likened to those of one Ambrose Burnside. To summarize, Darren provides the more stable balance to the Upper6 Crew.
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He doesn't say much, and he doesn't need to. Kyle speaks for himself. He assumes a role, which at face value parallels that of Darren: the self-proclaimed Master Of The Obvious, with the corresponding wit to match. However, in Kyle's Tolkienesque brand of humor we find distinction: he'll be deep in the cold cold ground before an inch of ground is ever given on the matter, and that's before he goes to work on you! Let it suffice to say that, true to his form, Frodo does live in Kyle's vision. Then again, so does any character or personality he may choose to assume.
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