| Tick | |
| Nickname/Aliases: | None |
| Name of guild and clan: | Clan Titan |
| Title: | Regent, Clan Luminary, Clan Quizmaster, Founder of Keepers of Knowledge Inner Circle, Member of Needful Things Inner Circle |
| Date of birth: | Unknown |
| Class: | Scholar, formerly Mage |
| Alignment: | Chaotic Neutral |
| Race or Species: | We are all infinite and formless in our essential nature, visually I appear as a Drow Elf |
Gender: |
Appears as Male |
| Other Forms: | |
| Eyes: | Two, Green in color with flecks of Grey |
| Hair: | Thinning now, not disappearing but merely growing inward. Seems to be coming out through my nose and ears. White in color. |
| Skin: | Yes. Careworn and wrinkled. Looks like a relief map of the mountains. |
| What do you look like: | Lean and tough like a bad rib eye. My peroxide hair could damage your eyes as if you had watched a solar eclipse. |
| Describe your attitude: | Essentialy an eternal optimist. All is truly infinite. Loves to be sarcastic and ironic. Sees it a poignant statement on the mortal condition. |
| Biggest character flaw: | Expects too much from others, but essentially does not believe in flaws. Each character is perfect in its uniqueness. |
| Personal Quote(s): | "Spoon!" (Only in times of battle) |
| Parents: | Two, whereabouts unknown |
| Sibling(s): | Unknown |
| Spouse: | Not in material form, our love transcends mere physical reality |
| Children: | None |
| Guardians: | |
| Close friends: | Doggy, and my texts and Tomes. A good ale can be a friend too. |
| Worst enemies: | |
| Pets and their names: | |
| Favorite Color(s): | White, all colors are contained in it. |
| Favorite Creature(s): | I enjoy them all |
| Favorite Drink: | Ale, I enjoy it too much these days |
| Favorite Food: | Dragon Ribs |
| Favorite Weapon(s): | I have long since retired from active battle, but my wit is scathing. |
| Favorite Belonging: | I give them all away |
| Favorite thing to wear: | Doc Maartens |
| Favorite Song: | Menttal's Jig |
| Things you collect: | |
| God(dess) you worship: | |
| A dream or goal you have: | |
| Hobbies: | |
| Favorite thing to do: | Read contest entries, toss water balloons, drink ale |
| Something you are good at: | Sarcasm |
| Favourite body part on you: | Teeth |
| Favourite body part on the opposite sex: | Eyes |
| Tattoos or Birthmarks: | |
| Piercing(s): | |
| Best place to hang out: | |
| Where do you sleep: | Mostly on the floor of the bar |
| Important lessons you have learned: | All is infinite, there are no facts, merely interprtations |
| Best Advice: | Don't drink like I do |
| Words or phrases you overuse: | "Recalcitrant" |
| Most awesome experience of your life: | Discovering fundamental truths about life |
| Scariest thing you have ever done: | |
| Stupidest thing you have ever heard someone say: | That's Impossible |
| Funniest experience: | The time I tried to eat the bar |
| Brief History: | Abandoned as a child, I was taken in by warriors on the outskirts of Queen Beth's Kingdom. I was trained in the ways of swordsmen, and developed a taste for blood. Hence I was called the Tick. We were defeated by invaders from the North, I narrowly escaped. Bruised, bloody and delerious I was taken in by a group of scholars. There I was taught the ways of mathematics and how the universe works in harmony. I learned that through manipulation of the variable forces in the universe, anything was possible. I practiced this art for many years until my power became greater than my conscience. The personal consequences were unspeakable. Now, old, wisened and lighter of heart, Tick sits in the Tavern. Drinking heavily, singing songs, passing on small bits of wisdom to any who will listen. Careful not to reveal too much, to most, he awaits the arrival of a suitable apprentice to pass his complete knowledge on to. |