Utterly Mad

Name: "Nil.
Gender: "He, they, it, I've been called all of them. You choose yourself."
Appearance: A cheap, low-quality robot in a blocky humanoid form, made for average manual labor and other blue-collar jobs. It's been jury-rigged to hell, visible in the plates of industrial-grade armor haphazardly welded onto its frame, the small mortar attached to its left shoulder, and the compact chaingun integrated into his right wrist. Nil wears a heavy cloak over a rugged utility jumpsuit, along with a belt, covered in pouches, for carrying the various explosive canisters he loads into his mortar.
Background: Nil can't remember much about his old life. He was uploaded into this form what seems like an eternity ago, by who, he doesn't know either. Maybe himself, maybe some psycho scientist or doctor or something. It doesn't matter now, he can't go back, and the complicated software involved in his creation won't let him upload into a new body either. Since then, he's made himself useful anyway he can; station to station, moon to moon, wherever to wherever, he's shown up and done what needs to be done, no matter how bloody.
Class: Hardened/Destroyer