i'm the "lone wolf" of the group; a moody rogue. i'm brooding in the corner holding my dagger beneath my cloak with a readied attack for whoever steps within range.
I'm a spaceman. I'm not supposed to be here. Behind my dark helmet and NASA-grade suit I am sweating profusely as I realize that I'm in the wrong universe. In a panic, I shout 'CAN I GO TO THE BATHROOM WHILE I SCREAM?!' to the rest of the group, praying that they don't think I'm crazy. I roll for initiative.