Phillip (not his real name) lived on the first floor of my dorm when we were in college together.  No one talked to him.  He stayed in his room and played computer games or something.  Who knows?  He was honestly the least visible character to the rest of the cast since the Phantom of the Opera.

I was friends with his girlfriend, Ronni, the other half of the unlikeliest couple on campus.  She had body issues (read: jogged and did aerobics and otherwise exercised non-stop) whereas he, though trim, never saw daylight and would be in the running for Least Likely To Get Laid Before Graduation if anyone knew he even existed.  She used to make fun of him behind his back to me.  We even prank called him together with some other friends one afternoon when we were bored.

Remarkably, Phillip's roommate was an even bigger freak than Phillip was, a guy who never bathed and was most likely schizophrenic (and is great story material for another time).  The fact that he was paired with the least desirable roommate ever was just one more injustice done to Phillip, who believed that the world put down upon him and everyone was out to get him.  In reality, none of us knew or cared that he even existed.

Schizophrenia must be contagious because Phillip still suffers from the paranoia that kept him sequestered in his room for the entire two years I lived in the same dorm as him... and for who knows how long beyond that.  His entire "About me" consists of the admonition to "never volunteer information, especially to authority figures, it can be used against you!"  It seems almost redundant to me that he places Christopher Walken among those he'd like to meet when indeed all he'd have to do is look in the mirror.