Name: Conch (designation 308)
Nickname, if any: None.  Or 'Conch,' depending on your opinion of what constitutes a name.
Age: 18
Gender: None
Sexuality: Is a robot
Occupation: Fry-cook, percussionist, adventurer
Military Rank: Corporal

Personality: One thing you can say about Conch is that they are very polite.  That, unfortunately, is about all that can be said.  Conch is difficult to gauge, as they lack most capacity for facial expression, and they have a somewhat dispassionate tone to their voice.  They are considered, meticulous and an excellent cook, however, even if they will never benefit from this last skill personally.

Description: While there is no doubt that Conch was built for war, their chassis does not immediately offer hints as to their purpose.  They are not bulky and armoured, as many front-line fighters were made, nor do they possess the sleek stealth-frame of an infiltration model, but something in between.

Their 'skin' is a curious non-metallic bronze and their silver eyes faintly glimmer green in low light, but their most prominent feature is the large diamond-shaped green gem in the centre of their forehead.

Character Model: None applicable that aren't, like, a combine harvester or something.

Brief History: TBA