Wik is an occasional student who mostly serves lunch meats to people who probably should pick a salad instead. He is an anthropology major that has a deep, dark fear that majoring in anthropology was a stupid move. Kind of like taking levels in Spellthief or Bard.
He likes to pretend that he has musical talent, while in reality, this "talent" merely extends to maintaining lengthy discusions on why Led Zeppelin is the greatest band in the world. He is a bard with only 1 rank in perform, but with far too many feats that improve upon his bardic lore.
He has never stolen a spell, because in the homebrew he plays in, the GM decided to make magic Rare. Wik still wants to steal spells, because Spellthieves "Roxxor", so he often sneak attacks people that may look like wizards - mostly old people, and anyone with a beard. He once sneak attacked someone who fulfilled both requirements, his grandmother, and was subsequently written out of his will.
Wik doesn't get to drink magical potions as often as he'd like anymore; and the last time he had to take a potion, he found out that he can't "hold his potions" anymore, and failed several fort saves in succession. When he came to, several of his friends had painted obscene words on his face.