Your name is Bro Strider, and you tend to go by Broquerel nowadays. You've picked up that nickname ever since you had sort of died and got prototyped with a dog. You really prefer Bro, though.
You're not so human. You're half American Eskimo something rather, you're nineteen for the next three months, and you're a sprite. You have legs, but your feet sort of trail off into a tail. So you're basically a more advanced sprite. AKA one with a gaping hole in the leg area.
Just because you've gotten prototyped doesn't mean you've lost any of your interests. You're a bit less outrageously cool, due to being half not so intimidating dog. You have a couple interests, which include dumb tacky pointy anime shades, puppets, swords, music, and squeaky balls. Oh yes. Especially the squeaky balls.