At very young age her parents died to war and bloodshed though Tic was not left alone long for not a few weeks later a olog under the Ungri clan had adopted her and brought her within the clan to support the ranks of the Goblins of the clan. (Talked over with and approved by ThatDutchFellow, leader of clan Ungri) She was raised almost spoiled, carried and protected from outsiders from that young age. She spent years watching the chefs in the kitchen and the masters in the forges, soaking up knowledge and learning from her clan's best, though they often chased her out upon finding her there. Hot forges and bustling kitchens are no proper place for a child after all. Rambunctious and loud, she often spent time wrestling with her kin, though the youths of the clan quickly out grew the state where she might be able to best them in physical tussles. So instead she began to fight with words. She became brash and bold, sitting atop her kin's shoulders, crowing about her physical prowess and how ruthless she might be to those who might threaten her or her kin. That isn't to say she was any sort of a coward, or unwilling to follow up on her threats, Tic is more than happy to climb an opponent to try to scratch their eyes out from behind. It's less about willingness and much more about success. Talk big, and have a bigger brother close by, she always says. However, she does long to learn how to fight with something more than words or fists. She feels the bloodlust curse within her, as all orc kind do. Often words are not enough. She dreams of finding something that may help her when the curse boils over. Something that might just make up for her smaller stature, something to make her family proud. As she grew old enough, the clan began to properly teach her their ways. She was much too small to carry their weapons or fight in their front lines, but certainly she was smart enough to help in some way, they said. So she was put to work, learning about the honor of their clan. Forging weapons, cooking meat pies to golden perfection. She became proud of her creations, proud of her 'people. She may not be able to be the one to land the killing bow, but some part of her will be with 'her' fighters as she crafts their weapons.
Under the clan's tutilage Tic has become a follower of the three patrons of the clan, Enrohk Paxahru and Glutros. However she takes a particular liking to Paxahru and Glutros. She feels in certian ways they align with her spirit. She is arrogant and prideful and she continually seeks more than she has. And if both those things aren't at least a little stupid, she doesn't know what is. Enrohk she follows too of course, as it is her wargoth's patron spirit. Besides, what is an orc without their rage and savagery. But she doesn't always feel quite... worthy of his blessings. She is small and weak. Whatever could she do that her siblings and brethren could not.
