Intresting idea.

Let's begin:

"My name is, well... With all honesty, I don't remember my name. Many of my friends just call me Mortem, since they say I should have died many times, but somehow I didn't. I'm a normal human, living in Moonbase One, as a bio-mechanical engineer. Due to my experience in the fields of biology and engineering, I have, with time, modyfied my body in order to allow my safety.

As I have said, I am an ordianry, 1.9 meter male, that, even after a many accidents, somehow escaped death. However, this came at a heavy cost. My entire body is covered in bandages and stiches, some areas in with metal plating. My right arm is entirely robotic, made out of titanium. Altough it allows for heavy weight lifting, nerve endings and such are sticking out of their shielding, making my right arm, the most powerfull, yet the most fragile part of my body. I have lost my left eye years ago, after a blow torch accident. I have replaced it with a camera attached to the remaining nerves of my former eye. I can see better, but the colours are slightly faded.

I live in a slightly larger-than-usual house on the outskirts of the city, where I spend most of my time in my laboratory, creating new stuff . I have a decently paying job as the engineer of the United Lunar Republics, that pays about 500KI a month.

For protection, i learnt to use my suroundings as my advantage in combat. Since our outpost is sometimes attacked by bandits or rivaling factions, I learnt to use my repair tools in combat. Who knew that a blowtorch and a scapel could do that much damage?"

"I don't really talk to that many people, since everybody says my apperance is terrible due to all the wounds and bandages. It doesn't help that my hair is usually a complete mess and my clothes are also not the most apealing, a long trenchcoat, a black hat and gasmask. But many of them say that I would have looked good without all the metal and bandages, mostly because I'm a tall, thin guy, with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Heh, now that I'm writing this, I began to remember my first date. The moment I took off my mask the girl went crying and screaming out of the bar where we met. Oh well, dating isn't my thing anyway.

Also, I should say, I can't hold my liquor. I'm a very light drinker, and I get tipsy from the smell of wine... That's a disadvantage, since one of my mates gave me a few bottles as a birthday gift. Time to get hammered!"

"Today, while walking home from the birthday party, a guy walked up to me and asked me what was in that present I got. I told him about the whole wine bottle thing. He looked pretty scruffy and worried, after I asked him what was wrong, he told me that he's low on resources and the rent is picking him dry. I remembered when I was scraping the bottom, and since I didn't want somebody else to get in the same situtation as I was, I rummaged trough my pocket and handed him 30KI. I then invinted him to my home where we shared some wine and had a chat. He seemed nice.

On a slightly darker note, today, while I was doing my job, some militia men raided our outpost AGAIN. They blew through one of the doors and knocked me unconcious on a concrete wall. When I woke up, I saw them breaking some of my co-worker's test tubes. I got up, and with adrenaline flowing through my veins, didn't notice, that one guy shot me straight in my leg. I run up to them and grab one of the f**kers with my titanium arm and smash them straight into one of the desks, then I turn around and snatch one of the guns from the hands of other guy and he runs away. Then their leader falls on his knees and begins pleading with me to leave him alone. I calm down a little, and let the guy run away.

Good news: my lab is secure, all my co-workers think I'm a badass and I got a sweet spas-12 from the militia guy.

Bad news: My leg is all jacked up and I can't run for a couple weeks."

This is a perfect place to bring up Nalanism...

"My name is Lagnadium. I'm a specialized pigeon android engineer. I have small Metal storms attached to my wings which don't really work and I could never really fix them. Instead, some hobo lent me a machine gun. I'm not able to fly to the sky because I would be shot by auto-AA guns. The rules were unfair. I couldn't do anything other than sell crappy pieces of metal for almost no kilari what so ever. I was always running, city to city, abused and belittled. i never found my maker and he never found me.

Most of the time I just wonder around dormant volcanoes looking for minerals. Science always inspired me. One time, when I was on a voyage to one, a guy ran up to me and kicked me straight in the beak, shouting and insulting the way I look. I flew straight in his face and shot him to death until the mg got jammed, subconsiously knocking 500 Kilari from his collar. I realized that I just dared to lift off the ground and flew for my life, I finally found myself in the middle of a deep fog and fell to stand-by..."

You say that because you hate pigeons T.T