Hello... my name is, well, um, you know. Six. So, One says I shouldn't be out here talking to strange strangers, but I was so curious. It gets boring sitting in that old abandoned church sometimes, like when Eight hides my ink jar and I can't draw anything. I draw all the time. I have to draw, it... it makes me feel just... whole. Fixed. Not insane at all, no matter what the others say. S-sorry... am I babbling? They say I do that sometimes. May I introduce myself? Name: "Six, just Six."
Race: Stitchpunk. One of the nine creatures created by the source.
Gender: Male.
Home: The old abandoned church, out in the emptiness.
Alignment: Good.
Personality: Quiet, child-hearted at times, slightly mad, passionate (to the point of possibly being obsessed) about his art.
Abilities: Drawing.
Habits: Drawing.
Likes: Drawing.
Can usually be found: Drawing.
Dislikes: Being creatively stifled/shut down/approached with anger or agression (usually by One or Eight).
Flaws: Insane, non-confrontational.
Allies ,
, Three, Four, Two, and, um, well, I am a little of afraid of Seven, but she is very nice when she isn't hacking away at Things with her spear, so I suppose she is my ally as well. Then there are the two humans, Marci and Mabelle, who now live with us. One was... not happy with this arrangement. But, I like them. Quite a lot... And now there's Z. He's a stitchpunk like me, but... I've never met anyone like him before. However, it doesn't seem to bother him that I'm... you know. He even draws with me sometimes. I still feel bad about injuring him when we first met. And Maria. Maria is a good friend."
Enemies: We... we're all afraid of the beast... except maybe Seven. Then there's that man...
Six is the artistic portion of the Scientist's personality. He sees things the others in the group don't see. 6's fingers are made of ink pen nibs, which he uses to draw.