The Cybro knows little of his past, but he assures himself it is dudetacular. Brief memories of playing professional lacrosse and caring for his siblings flash through his mind while he is chugging natty light and visiting his favorite store, the brocery, but he does not know if they are real, or implanted by the douchebag scientists who created him.
Two years ago he woke up on a table in a lab festooned with sports memorabilia, the product of a fiendish plot by a league of douchebag scientists to create the ultimate bro. But somewhere in the process he was invested with a basic sense of human dignity, and currently fights his programming an an attempt to be the best man/natty chugging cyborg he can be.
Currently only a pair of legs that carrion refuses to travel around on (what happened to the bro code)