Name: Ardun Relisk
Age: 30
Occupation: Er, currently a bum. Formerly an FBI agent. Sorta.
Personality: Not as charming as he thinks he is, but very, er, "safe." No one is actively scared of Ardun, despite the fact he carries a gun. Let's just say that to fire a bullet at someone, but somehow have the bullet go flying through the ceiling does not make a very intimidating impression. Ardun likes to make jokes. Weird jokes that make people either raise their collective eyebrows, or punch him. He likes girls. They don't like him.
History: Ardun is one of my characters in a happy place called Sodomerica. He's quite literally a fellow picked off the floor of a bar to help the Rebel cause. Whatever that is. He works most closely with a nice-guy, quiet cop called Chris. He's somehow the less useful member of the partnership (and don't ask about why a cop happens to be a rebel or why anyone would pick Ardun off of anywhere. It's a long story.)
