"Hello!" "My designation is T2-R2-G2, but no one ever remembers their designation, so you can just call me Tinragger, or Tinrag for short." "I am one of the Acus, or needles, that serve the half-omnipotent Weavers of space-time." "Ok, you seem a *little* overloaded with info right now, so let me just introduce myself and explain what I'm showing you later." "Like I've already said, my name is Tinrag. I am modeled after a random blond human from somewhere in the U.S.A. in universe 587-BXB6. Biologically, I'm a teenager, but in reality I am roughly 8,000 years old (plus a 10,000 year period I pretend never happened)." "I hail from the 'Weaverse,' as I like to call it, which is a pocket dimension far separated from this one that you call 'Scratch.' In my pocket dimension, everyone is under the beck and call of the Weavers of the yarns of space time, the very building blocks of a universe." "I was born with the following abilities: High class swordsmanship skill, (especially with the rapier,) Control over the yarns of space time, allowing me to create portals even in non-yarn-based dimensions (though the latter tends to be rather crude in comparison), And a kick-crisp beanie imbued with more and better technology than anything you've ever seen attached to my brain. (Also at one point my hands were melted off of my arms but then I regained control of them when they became blobs of liquid matter laced with my DNA that can- ok, it's a long story. For later, then.)" "Other than the aforementioned unremovable beanie, I usually wear a tuxedo-cat pattern hoodless hoodie, and black sweatpants. Don't usually need armor, wool and similar material is as protective as mithril for me. I also have a cape that can withstand extreme temperatures and blunt-force trauma when used as a shield." "My favorite things consist solely of my closest friends and allies, London Fogs, cats, the color red, and knitting, of course." "So yeah, that's me. As for who the Weavers are and what I'm doing in the Scratch pocket, that's a story for another day." "Well, what's your name?"
(Your Name, Please? -- Earthbound)
