Sex: Male
Height: 1,750,000 micrometers
Weight: 0.06 tons
Hair: Red ( Color )
Hair length: A hell of a lot shorter than it was.
Eyes: Two of Them, Thank You Very Much
Guitar: Les Paul, Strat, Duo-Sonic, Acoustic Thingy.
Arch Nemesis: The CAT
Hobbies: Burning things, Mischievating, Collecting 'Shineys'
Superpowers: Mastery of the Black Arts , Caffeine Tolerance, and can Make a Mean Grilled Cheese Sandwhich |  |
Rick is an Eclectic Iconoclast ( Say that three times fast ). He suffers from
an advanced case of Arachibutyrophobia but is not
hydrocephalic. He's a superhero dedicated to saving the world from the CAT, or, failing that, taking over the world for his own nefarious purposes first. He's a nonsmoker and likes long
walks on the beach with sea turtles. It is his belief that by consorting
with the king of the potato people he can free himself from the torments
of this earth. Or at least from his parents. He has a Massive Spork
collection and makes sure it gets plenty of sun and water everyday. His Guitar
style would best be described as "a bit dodgy". He is without a doubt
omnicorporeal, omniscient, omnilegent, omnipercipient, omniprevalent,
omnispective, omnipresent, omnivorous, omnivigant, omnipatient, and knows how
to juggle.
He used to have long hair. It got caught in a vacuum once. No kidding. |
