A no more than Near-Human, currently imprisoned in a photographic Laboratory , near an airfield. He is obsessed with webcomics, animation, Robert Heinlein, Fighting Ignorance™, and Zambonis, not necessarily in that order. He wants a 1920s Style Death Ray, and doesn't care who knows it. Unless you have one. Then, he wants you to know it.

RESPECT THE ARMADILLO, DAMMIT! Edit

He owns a stuffed Armadillo. And not one of those cheesy goddamnn seven-banded Armadillos, either! He has a nine-banded Armadillo, and don't you forget it!!