| Full Name |
Dr. Jon Eric ("Major Squimby") Mangrove-Throat-Warbler Berlan, Esq.--or, "Miss Jackson," if you're nasty! My tribal name is, "Runs-With-Scissors." |
| Race |
Umm... the Boston Marathon? No, wait: Three-Legged Sack! |
| Classes/Levels |
Lessee... Psych 101 and Intro to Western Lit/Atrium Level and the Lido Deck |
| Gender |
Well, I hate sports, but I can write my name in the snow; so, "male," I guess. |
| Size |
42 long |
| Age |
of Enlightenment, Aquarius, or consent; take your pick. |
| Special Abilities |
None whatsoever (unless you can count an absolute mastery of diphthongs). |
| Alignment |
Planetary |
| Deity |
None; if I want religion, I'll start one. (Say--that gives me an idea...) |
| Location |
Location, location! (Hmm... is that an echolocation?) |
| Languages |
Hey, this ain't Cyrillic I'm typin' in, Sparky; whadda YOU think? |
| Occupation |
Aspiring/perspiring/expiring writer of stuff and nonsense. |
| Homepage URL |
http://hometown.aol.com/ericidling/ |
About EricIdling
...So I says to 'im, I says, "Now, look 'ere--I don't bloody care if you're Lord Diddletwickett the Third of Upper Bungholeshire, inventor of the splinterless privy and erstwhile companion to Ginger, the Dancing Marmoset--it'll take more'n a fancy hat and a prodigious pair of man-breasts to impress the likes o' me! So you'd best sod off, mate, a'fore your backside becomes my new scabbard!"
...Well, 'twas right about then that the gravy 'it the plate (so t'speak) and ev'rythin' went all pear-shaped...
MY ABILITY SCORES (and now the game is tied!)
Strength: Extra-
Dexterity: Manual
Constitution: U.S.
Intelligence: Military
Wisdom: Teeth
Charisma: Carpenter
