Name: Spike N. Hoff (i'm not sure what the N stands for)
Race: Honkie
Occupation: UP IN THE AIR! JR. BIRD MAN!!
Age: 16
Height: 6'
Weight: 140 lbs.
Weapons of Choice: Stick, club, any blunt instrument, samurai sword
Lovers: nobody loves me... gonk
Eyes: light blue (wow what a surprise!)
God: Oh holy Pattie!
Guild: eventually, the Mad Coalition of Tea Drinkers, too
Abilities: Balance, Kung-Fu Kicks ninja , hack-amum-sack, smoke rings, cartoon stopping, invisibility, jumping 50 stories, accordian!, domo control! domokun , dxm face eek (inside joke), mad yelling skills scream , making soup on a stick XD!
Freinds: Jesus, Gringo, Turglith, No Pants king (i don't really know the guy, but he rocks my socks!)
Foes: darkstar, oprah
Destiny: to memorize every happy noodle boy comic ever! and to look like a total hippie, also to go on a slaughtering rampage with a samurai sword and a crowbar!
Interests: sharp objects, bashing electronics when they screw up, and the ladies most of all...
Quote: "You must remember that i have at my internal demand, every expertise known to our history. This is the well of energy i draw upon when addressing the mentality of war. If you have not heard the cries of the wounded and the dying, then you do not know war. I have heard these cries in such numbers that it haunts me. I have cried out, myself, in the heat of battle. I have suffered wounds at every epoch, wounds from the fist, the club, from shell studded limbs, the mace, the sword, the cannon, from arrows and lasguns...from the silent workings of slow poisons, from biological invasions, which blacken the tongue and drown the lungs, from the swift gush of flame...and the silent smothering of atomic dust...and more I will not recall. I have seen and felt them all. To those who dare ask why i behave as i do, i say, with my memories, i can do nothing else. I am not a coward, and once I was human." i had to do that for a monologue once in drama...that was quite a while ago, i'm surprised i still remember it...