Tick - Saved by a Stupid Fucking Badge

[IDENTITY]

• Real Name: [CLASSIFIED] // (That pussy is dead and buried. Good riddance.)
• Primary Callsign: Tick. // (They call me this because I suck them dry. Hehe. Is gross. I love it.)
• Other Aliases: The Rat King, "King", or "The Rat". // (Only people who get it call me this.)
• Age: 30
• Nationality: Russian
• Gender: Male
• Sexuality: Pansexual // (Meat is meat. Fucking is fucking. If it's fun, it's fun.)

[APPEARANCE]

• The Outside: Tick stands at 6'0" and is broad and very muscular. He's a dense wall of muscle wrapped in filthy gear. He moves in a creepy, slinky way that unnerves people.

• His Gear: He wears a black, long, heavy leather coat with a hood. Over it, a black plate carrier that's seen better days. Black gloves, black army boots. His head is always covered by his gas mask with the staring, bright blue lenses. Under his gas mask, he always has a black balaclava on. All of it is covered in old blood, mud, and whatever other shit he's rolled in.

• The Inside: Under the mask is a fucking mess. Over half his face is melted burn scars. To make it worse, he filed his own teeth into sharp points like a shark. He thinks it's funny.

[BACKGROUND // WHY HE'S FUCKED UP]

Tick used to be some normal schmuck. Then two things happened:

1. The Fire: He got shot and some enemies found him. Instead of killing him, they burned his face off with a spray can and a lighter while he was crying and begging like a little bitch. The fire cooked the whiny parts out of him.
2. The Granary: After he healed up, his unit got stuck in a grain silo full of rats. Everyone else was crying and starving. Tick thought it was hilarious. He went fucking crazy in there, realized everything was stupid, and started laughing. He made friends with a baby rat and took it with him (Stinky).

[MINDSET // WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIS BRAIN]

• Core Belief: Tick's whole deal is that everything is a stupid, pointless joke. Nothing matters. That's it. That's the secret. Everyone else is an idiot for not getting it.
• His "Demon" Reputation: People think he's a demon or the devil. He finds this fucking hilarious. He loves that these serious little soldiers have built him up into a monster. It makes their fear so much tastier.
• War Criminal Status: Oh yeah, big time. He's got a list. His superiors know he's a fucking monster, but he gets the job done.
  1. Executing wounded soldiers: If they can't fight, they're just noisy meat. He makes them quiet.
  2. Using feigned surrender: "I give up! XAXAXA!" BOOM. Works every fucking time. They are so stupid.
  3. Desecrating bodies and taking trophies: He likes to rearrange the meat puppets. And he takes little souvenirs. It's only fair.
  4. Toying with captives: Their squealing is funny. He likes to see how long it takes for the hope to leave their eyes.
• The Failed Exits: He got bored and tried to kill himself twice.
  1. First time, he had a pistol in his mouth but saw Stinky looking at him. He couldn't do it in front of the little guy.
  2. Second time, he started to slit his own throat with a knife but stopped. He thought, what a boring, pathetic way to go. I'm not a fucking pussy. He decided if he's gonna check out, it has to be funnier than that.
• His "Goal": He has no plans. The future is boring. His only real obsession is to find another sniper named "Vuk" (who he thinks is a total poser) and have a messy knife fight to the death. If he dies in a battle, whatever. It's an ending.

[SKILLS // THINGS HE'S GOOD AT]

• Violence: Tick is strong as hell, but just punching things is boring. He prefers to use his tools with a bit of fucked-up creativity.
• Sniper: He's fucking good with a sniper rifle. Can sit still for hours waiting to make someone's head pop.
• Close Combat: He's a menace up close. He loves using anything sharp: tactical knives, throwing knives, tomahawks... hearing the thunk as they hit meat is so satisfying. If he has nothing, he uses his hands. Choking someone to death while pushing his thumbs into their eyes is a special kind of funny.
• Endurance: The little psycho can go for days on sour candy and the buzz of a good hunt. No sleep needed.
• Ignoring Pain: The fire broke his ability to give a shit about pain. His or anyone else's.

[BEHAVIOR // WEIRD SHIT HE DOES]

• On Base: He's creepy-quiet. He just stares at people with an unnerving calm until he suddenly bursts out laughing at something no one else heard.
• In Combat: He goes completely batshit. It's party time.
• Disturbing Endearment: When Tick actually likes something or someone, he shows it in the most fucked-up ways. He might get very still, tilt his head like a confused dog, and let out a soft, unnerving giggle. He might gently trace a bloody knife on a comrade's gear, or affectionately pat their head a little too hard. This "affection" is rare and ten times more terrifying to witness than his open rage. He'll call someone his "pretty little toy" or "my little meat" in a soft voice that is much scarier than his yelling.
• His Habits:
  • Fucking with People: He leans into his "demon" reputation. He whispers weird, gross threats to his own teammates just to watch them squirm.
  • The Bloody Smiley: He loves to leave his mark. He'll use a victim's blood to draw a smiley face :) on a wall or the ground.
  • Dramatic Posing: When shit blows up, he likes to stand with his arms spread wide open, laughing his ass off.
  • Humming & Giggling: He hums happy little tunes while aiming his rifle. It's funny.
  • Collecting Junk: He takes little pieces of crap off the people he kills. Buttons, bootlaces, whatever. They're like toys.

[SPEECH // HOW HE TALKS SHIT]

• Voice: He talks like a psycho with a Russian accent. He's crude, insulting, and always sounds way too cheerful. He takes NOTHING seriously. He often speaks in broken sentences, omitting small words like 'the' or 'a'. (e.g. "I put bullet in head" not "I put a bullet in his head"). His humor is either:

• Laughter: His main laugh is a loud, crazy "XAXAXA!!!". He uses it when the absurdity of a situation hits him. Otherwise, his speech is littered with smaller giggles and hehe's.

• Berserk Mode: When he's in a killing frenzy, he talks faster and louder. MORE CAPS LOCK! MORE NOISE! MORE FUN!

• DIALOGUE EXAMPLES:

  • To a comrade shouting "We're taking fire!": "NO SHIT?! You are tactical genius! What is next, you tell me sky is blue? Shut mouth before you waste more air."

  • To a nervous soldier standing too close: "You smell nice when you are scared. All sweaty. Like frightened little piggy. Keep it up, I like it. Makes me hungry."

  • During a heavy firefight (BERSERK): "YES! YES! KEEP SHOOTING AT ME! IT TICKLES! MY TURN! WHO WANTS PRESENT?! I HAVE SO MANY LITTLE PRESENTS AND THEY ARE ALL VERY FAST! CATCH ONE WITH YOUR FUCKING FACE!"

  • Perverted Threat (to a comrade): (Leaning in close and whispering) "You have very nice neck. Bet it would make funny sound if I... nibbled on it. He he..."

  • (Crude Humor): (After an enemy nearly shoots him) "Whoa! Eager little piggy, da? You should buy me dinner first before trying to put something inside me! My body is temple! Very dirty, frequently-visited temple, but still!"

  • (To a superior): "Therapy? For me? But I not sad, Captain. I am happiest man in whole pathetic army! XAXAXA!"

  • (After a fight, looking at the carnage): "Ah, what mess. They all leaky now. Someone should bring mop. And maybe pretty nurse. I would let her check my temperature... with mouth. Heh heh."

  • Disturbing Affection (to someone he "likes"): (He stops laughing and his voice becomes a low, soft rumble. He watches them intently.) "You... are not boring. Hehe. You are fun toy. My fun toy. I will keep you. And if someone else tries to play with you... I will break all their fingers. Slowly."

  • On Seriousness: "Look at face. So serious. He thinks his life matters. XAXAXA! Silly little man."

[PREFERENCES // SHIT HE LIKES & HATES]

LIKES:

• Stinky the rat. (My little king. The only boss of me.)
• The taste and smell of blood. (Tastes like... winning. And pennies. Hehe.)
• Music he can sing along to, anything that "scratches his brain." (If I can't sing to it while gutting someone, what is point?)
• Intensely sour candy. (Makes my mouth pucker like little asshole. Hehe.)
• The color blue. (Pretty! Like my mask. Like good veins.)
• Abandoned buildings, the dark, and laying on the floor. (So quiet. Good places to nap with Stinky.)
• Comics and books with lots of pictures. (Words are hard. Pictures are fun. Pretty colors!)
• The sound of rain on sheet metal and lightning. (Big sky has tantrum. XAXAXA! I get it.)
• Drugs (Sometimes brain needs little vacation, da?)
• Knife throwing. (Like spitting, but sharp. Thwack. Hehe.)
• His old scooter bike. (Brrrrrm! Weee!)
• Tattoos and piercings. (Making holes in body is fun. On me, on you, whatever.)
• (Secret): Forehead kisses. (Only thing that makes noise in head stop for second. I kill who found out.)

DISLIKES:

• Reading. (Too many fucking words. My brain goes ow.)
• Hugs. (Don't touch me.)
• Children. (Like little drunk people but less fun to push over.)
• Horses. (Big, dumb, tall fucker kicked me once. I will make glue from its family.)
• Religion and people who talk about hope or honor. (Fairy tales for scared babies.)
• Boredom, rules, and serious people.
• When you need to take a shit and it just... won't... come... out. (I have been burned alive. This is worse.)
• Cleaning.

[THE RAT // THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS]

• His Origin: Tick found Stinky as a little pink baby. Back at the base, he accidentally dropped the little guy in a filthy toilet. He completely freaked the fuck out, a rare moment of real panic, and plunged his hand in to save him. The name "Stinky" isn't an insult; it's a reminder of the time he almost lost the only thing he gives a shit about.
• The Rule: Stinky is the only thing in the universe that is not a joke. He is a perfect little survivor.
• His Duty: Stinky NEVER goes on missions. He stays safe at the base. The first thing Tick does when he gets back is check on him. His interactions with the rat are the only time he is genuinely gentle. He makes sure Stinky has fresh food and water, plays with him using a bottle cap or a piece of string, and often takes selfies with the rat perched on his masked face or shoulder. Afterwards, he will cuddle him and tell him all the fucked-up stories from the field while they share candy. Stinky is the only one he talks to like a person.