A physical manifestation of maturity, as his picture no doubt implies, William Hull also has a lighter side (believe it or not). With writing styles ranging from spiteful prose about enemies of ages past to light-hearted tales of the world through the eyes of a drunk, and using all venues from short stories to screenplays, he foolishly strays from genre to genre, his insecurities preventing him to settle on any given venue or style.

He was supposed to be born within the waning days of the Cancer sign but, being the stubborn prick that he sometimes is even at an early age, he stayed within the comfort of his mother’s womb for over a week beyond his due date, plunking him into the stars of a Leo on the 5th of August, 1981, in Etobicoke General Hospital. While this holds no significance to anyone who doesn’t believe that the fates are governed by the stars (himself included), he still (strangely enough) holds the according personality traits—the gentle, calm nature of Cancer with a predominantly dormant mean streak of pride and tenacious spite for those who cross him that the stars of Leo are said to bring.

All astrology aside, his personality has always been governed by his heart despite the knack for logic that nearly landed him in a disgustingly productive job in the computer field as a code-pounding cubicle monkey. He’s currently working a menial job at Southlake Regional Health Center in hopes of soon attending University in the field of Literary Arts and Sciences.

His high school career was slow and unimpressive—he’d been the antisocial ‘nice guy’ since grade school (seeing a girl who he’d liked being belittled by a large group of kids roughly seven short years into his life has had a profound effect on his social behavior), and was pretty much ignored for his short duration at the institution of Newmarket High School.

The next step in his life was Humber College of Applied Arts and Technology, just up the street from the hospital from whence he first came. The first half of the first year was the best six months of his life to date—the second half of that year was squandered chasing someone who, as it turned out shortly after leaving, wasn’t even interested in my presence even as a friend, but lacked the cajones to tell me otherwise. (I know. Girls aren’t supposed to have cajones. Do you want me to finish the bio, or are you gonna sit there and whine about the anatomy of figures of speech?). He stayed there for another semester in which he literally did nothing except for going to school and working. Apartments in the city were expensive and minimum wage was cheap—he simply couldn’t afford the time to have a social life.

One stress-induced midterms breakdown later, William Hull returned home to assume the position at the hospital that he currently holds. His roommate (the DJ from the wildly successful movie “All That Glitters”) screwed him for a phone bill of roughly four hundred dollars, and he simply took it with a grin and resumed a menial life.