Biclops was born a triclops, into a family of cyclopes. It was hard for him growing up. He didn’t fit in anywhere until a camping accident, with a smores stick, took his third eye.
Now just a biclops, he knew he could finally live among the mortals without ridicule. So he changed his name, to Biclops of course, packed his club, and ran away from home.
But having grown up with a family of cyclopes, he didn’t realize that normal people aren’t 12 foot tall. He ended up working for the circus, after telephone pole installer fell through.
Now he’s doing his best to make ends meet and to try and procure some unicorn meat… turns out it’s really hard to come by when living with the mortals.