The tiny Chen is a good old tiddly wink. He’s around 400 years old and really has seen all that can be seen. The sun rising in the East and setting in the West. He’s proudly watched over and assisted, when required, in the births of all fifteen of his children, three of his grand children and two of his great grand children. Then T.V. was invented so he was busy for the rest. He’s seen the first cars to roll down the road, airplanes take to the sky, rockets taking off for space and of course, Britney in Vegas.
Tale of the Tape:
Height: 5″
Weight: 2 wine gums
Penis Name: Does he have one?
Likes: Earthy scents, Arabica coffee, a tight hole
Dislikes: The dictator Kimmy, being squashed, being flushed.
Weapon: His mind
In Brief:
Chen is a master of several martial arts, speaks all the dialects on the planet and claims to be able to move items with his brilliant thoughts. He has been in hiding since he was just a young one. His parents took him and the other children to the village he has called home, before they went to battle the Ass Demons of old. There he has trained and studied, ready for the next rebellion.

