Cleverfool, 34

To call me remarkable would be redundant I'll admit, I'm not for everyone. I have a strange sense of humour that many are unable to fully relate to. This likely has to do with my upbringing. You see, I was born at a very young age. My mother died several months before I was born and my father abandoned me in the jungles of zimbabwe to be raised by orangutans, which makes for incredibly awkward family dinners. I've defended friends from savage racoons and given the roughest, toughest barrel racing horse in the west a tummy rub. Sword in hand I've defended a stranger from a drunken mob, and for payment I simply requested he vacate my kitchen.