Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Manu.

Once upon a time, there was a man.

Then then there was a woman.

Then, there was a child. (There was a second, less loved child later but she is unimportant). This child was named Manu, and by all accounts he was a baller. He grew into a tween in Richmond, Virginia, and was snatched away from his homeland to be plopped into the far inferior town of Wilmington, NC. It is there where he made the best of his situation and worked his way into college utilizing a delicately refined cocktail of apathy and murder.

It is also in that beach city where he developed a taste for the finer things in life, like ultimate frisbee and twizzlers. He used his abilities to survive high school, and now he roams the campus on his patriotic bike, leaving blue skid marks in his wake. In his spare time (when he isnt reading for his ENGL 123), he is probably eating or playing Smash Bros on the N64.

He is generally friendly with a dark/dry sense of humor, and he promises that he really doesn't eat cocaine for breakfast.