Conan

Conan is written by Eel.

Biography
Conan had a brief military career in which he was kicked out of two different factions for insubordination in the same campaign. Before that he was a bouncer for several different establishments in which beer is sold publicly. His general jolly disposition when drunk and generally offensive disposition when anything but drunk gave him a reputation among some circles years ago.

Anyone who made fun of his size was quickly brought down to it, and then taken to a hospital to replace their legs. His hot temper when in the military was due to the general lack of beverages that contain alcohol, leading to several brawls, and one case of him fleeing from Mars after killing an officer in "a fair fight." He has no love of technology, since a robot has never served him a beer. The only piece of hardware he trusts is the one attached to him.

Physical Appearance
Conan's lifestyle has made him age poorly. That and he never really hit his growing spurt in his teens, leaving him short and fat. For all intents and purposes, he's a dwarf. He even grew an incredible beard to match. He is missing his left arm, replaced with a cybernetic one that he affectionately calls his "bottle opener". His clothing consists mainly of grubby, seldom washed blue jeans and a leather vest that looks like it has been in use since before he was born. Often times he has either a pipe or a bottle in his hand as well.

Personality and Traits
A little rough around the edges, some might call him downright rude. Conan cares little for courtesy or manners, which makes him stand out in public settings. He is, however, a very practical man with a solution for every problem. That solution is usually violence. He also enjoys all form of alcoholic beverage, and sharing alcoholic beverages with those around him as often as possible.

Primary Combat Style
Conan specializes in biting people's ankles. Or rather he specializes in chopping their legs off. His size and ferocity in battle makes him ideal for a front line brawler, relying on a rather fancy pair of hand axes. He obviously has had military training, but he's more suited for bar room fights than open warfare.