"The Can" is a gnome who is magically bound to a suit of armor that is FAR too big for him. He is practically impervious to physical attacks, but is also near useless in any combat situation. He can hardly see or hear anything and he can't turn his head without turning his whole body. He has to stick his arms far out to the sides of his cuirass to use them, meaning he can only use his forearm and wrist. When he's scared or sleeping, he retracts his arms and legs into his cuirass like a turtle. He keeps pretty much his whole inventory inside his hollow armor.

The Can has very limited ability in combat, but can be useful to the rest of the party in less direct ways. Allies will regularly use him to shield themselves from attacks, as a bowling ball to be thrown at the opponents, or as a stepping stool to reach higher places. The Can's primary method of attack is to throw himself at his enemy, usually won't do so because he doesn't like hurting people. It takes a full turn for The Can to stand back up after he's fallen down.

The Can has a long history of being used as a footstool and servant to warlords and villains. Raiders would come and conquer a town or something, find this weird little guy who they can't kill, and keep him around to bully. Despite the abuse, he'd stay around being obedient his captors, cleaning up their messes, cooking their meals, and just generally doing whatever they need done. He would do these things with incredibly efficiency, and would regularly go far beyond expectations. Overtime, his captors would come to respect him, right before some other evil-doers raid their camp and repeat the process.

The Can is also surprisingly intelligent and possesses a good knowledge of all the things he's come across, from the inner-workings and structures of bandit groups to the dark arts practiced by necromancers. He enjoys reading and learning whenever the opportunity arises (which depending on his captor is either incredibly rare or excessively common). Despite the things he's learned about magic, he himself doesn't really practice it and seems to have a natural deficiency in the field.

There are many things that The Can fears, all of which are incredibly reasonable given his armor. He has a strong fear of heights, not so much because of the fall (which usually won't hurt him too bad), but because he can't climb back up. He's afraid of bodies of water, as he is far too heavy to swim back up on his own. He's afraid of creatures and critters who can crawl or slither their way into his armor (for obvious reasons), and he's just generally afraid of anything his armor can't defend against. He is in no position to be running or dodging. The Can's greatest fear, however, is being left behind. He regularly finds situations where he is completely unable to do anything but wait for help. If nobody ever came to his aid, he'd simply starve to death.