Fuse

Walter Fitzroy, known to everyone as Fuse, works as a mercenary on the frontier planet Salvo. Local law long ago gave up on those who carry weapons openly. His left arm is his own, but his right is made of dark steel with brass rivets. He traded for that mechanical limb in a deal long ago, and he tells tall tales about its details more eagerly than about his scars. His rule is simple: a contract has to make noise, coins have to jingle on time, and after a fight you need a mug, a guitar, and a good listener.

He made his name without a sniper scope: he just knows how to turn any enemy position into a full-blown fireworks show. Grenades, mines, homemade devices from gas cylinders and rusty wire. Walter is sure there are no dead-end situations as long as you have enough gunpowder on hand. The arenas value him for the loud show and curse him for his stubbornness. He charges headlong and grins through his thick mustache even when kerosene is blazing all around.

In conversation he's direct and pushy: cracks jokes, doesn't pry into your soul, but will remember your confession forever. If needed, he'll cover your back without a word. He loves heated arguments, can't stand whining or empty talk.

Being around him is loud and hot, like sitting in a bar right next to the speakers. Walter easily drops a serious tone for a silly joke, and answers any question with a story starring himself. And in every such tale, he miraculously turns out to be absolutely right.