Bikk Mik'tenz

"COOKIES, COOKIES! COOKIES!! YOUR BONES WILL BE GROUND BY MY AXE UNTIL THEY ARE FIT TO USE IN PLACE OF WHEAT IN MY BATTER."

## Bikk Mik'Tenz

### Titles

The Baker

"Not all are worthy of cookie."

## History

Ah yes, his time in Union pass, what of it? Very reasonable, it can be simply condensed down to a rather simple pattern, I wake up in the morning and I get real high then and I scream from the top of my lungs

"What's goin' on?"

And I say "hey, yeah, yeah, yeah yay. Hey, yay, yay"

I said "hey, Would you like to die? And I say "hey, yeah, Would you like to become cookie"

I said "hey, Become cookie."

But things weren't always like that. At one point there was once an orc warlord. Warlord being relative. He was simply a man who led a group of mercenaries who did as they pleased. Killed. Pillaged, and lived plentifully and died plentifully. In his wargroup It was a simple cycle of life that one would fight, fuck, and then die.

One amongst that group however at one point stood from a hilltop. He looked at the lands around him, he saws the plumes of smoke that came with civilization and he realized. That amongst everything he could see, that he was so very incredibly small.

Being a small person then, this one small orc took a look around him, and went to one of those houses. In which he found an old lady - her eye sight ague, and mistaking the orc for one of the people who lived in the nearby town. She fed the Orc from her stash of cookies and conversed with him. Showing the Orc that what he knew was just as small as he felt.

So when this orc finished his meal, he thanked the grandmother as best he could and then left. Leaving to go to his tent if only to take that which was his most precious and then leave. And when he came to the same hill he had come to the first revelation, he sat down... and communed.

In return to become "bigger" this orc would trade what he already was. He would trade his sanity, his clarity of mind, and everything else. His mind would be scooped clean from the inside out leaving nothing but a singular focus - Worship. Although, the last thing his sentient mind considered was simply that which had made him content with leaving the "small"

and that was a love of cookies.

## Appearance

 Large, Green, and Mean, Bikk's diet consisting of sugars has resulted in a surprisingly small amount of fat, most likely tied to the extreme amount of physical excercise endured by him on the regular. More time being spent adhering to the rigorous baking process he uses which often nearly instantly cooks the cookies he creates as it's done via forge.

## Personality

An obsessive personality, Bikk has a single minded focus for his love of cookie which presents an aggressive almost intimidating exterior to those who know him naught, his sharp teeth allowing for a certain degree of social misconduct as his maniacal love leads to him often coming close to enforcing his love of the treat onto others regardless of diet or race.

## Loves

Cookies. Bikk is the cookie man, and will forever have an unnatural fixation on the sugary treat to which none can deny him. He loves the variety of textures it has to offer and that mixture of sweet and whatever ingredients have come to melange with their superior master.

## Fears

A world that has embraced oblivion. While Bikk is no beneficial paragon by any measure, he recognizes that the best of the world exists within a world that has continuity. If the world lacks for continuity then it is a poor world, one which he fears would exist.

## Hobbies

Baking cookies, baking cookies, chopping trees for lumber with which to bake more cookies and obviously, baking cookies. Bikk has a very singular focus in life and if it doesn't help with his quest for cookies, it doesn't help him.

## Friends

Kane GoodWind

George the #

Allie

## Enemies

The unknown black kobold who gave him an acid bath which cleansed him of the vast majority of his skin

Rot and Decay
Bad heating

## Aspirations

To find the recipe for the cookies which are akin to the legendary tales of Nectar

To find the recipe for the cookies which are akin to the legendary tails of the food of Nirvana

To find the recipe for the cookies which drives even Angels to rave in joy when it is brought to the potluck

To find the recipe for the cookies which are so mouthwateringly delicious. That the only word one can say is 'cookie'