Quote: “Oh man, forty days until nationals- I mean, salting your lawns.” –Anatol, to his team

Anatol is the patriarch of this year’s academic decathlon team. His mother is the Messenia to our Laconia: she constantly delivers food to our team. Anatol’s greatest shame is his inability to improve his math score. Anatol is constantly killing his teammates, especially Charlie, for their jokes about his obsession with Jenny Su and the team’s grim prospects. Thanks to his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, this profile must come to an abrupt end, for there is a space limit.

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