Rory Killian

A 100% human guy, like seriously nothing suspicious here. But for some reason capable of eating literally anything on the ship. Tape measure. Tables. Whole frozen turkeys. His sorrows.

Rory has the strange (and definitely not inspired by any certain pink Nintendo characters) ability to take on at least some of the functionality of what he eats. For example, he eats a gun... boom, gun fists, at least for a little bit and it wears off. If he eats a table... boom, he can be a table. Etc etc.

Of course various things don't really work well, and wont give him any real advantage.

A side effect of this bizarre eating habit is a total lack of sphincter control, so at any moment he may suddenly realize he needs a toilet but, whoops, too late.