[b]Name:[/b] Ken Meatlepair

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]From which kingdom:[/b] Grethorn

[b]What were you doing during the war?:[/b] Latrine Cleaner

 [b]Race:[/b] Human? Human!

[b]Personality:[/b] Hot tempered, and frantic. Hates to sit still, and is very impatient. Thinks everyone is an idiot to some degree.

[b]What do you do now?:[/b] Food Vendor

[b]weapon of choice:[/b] Large frying pan

[b] bio:[/b] Ken is, and always has been an underachiever. He failed at school, which was bad considering the kingdom he was born into, and ridiculed for most of early life by his parents and siblings for this.

When war broke out, he was conscripted, but due to a mixture of bad luck and incompetence, was demoted to a toilet cleaner. He spent most of the war therefore cleaning toilets and performing other unsanitary roles.

As the war ended, Ken's shameful and grizzly job proved a mixed blessing. Kept away from the frontlines, he naturally survived unscathed and returned home to find his family were no longer living there.

It didn't take long for Ken to realise that the only thing apocalyptic society needed was easy food, and so he established a small food outlet that thrived on stray dogs and cats.