Worm is a survivor.
Nearly as low as one can get on the evolutionary ladder, not to mention the food chain, he nonetheless has carved himself a niche among the regulars of a little pub called Microcosm. Passed unto him by his father are the ancient Centipede Kung-Fu grip skills that make his kind so fearsome. Though not above a few beers and jokes with the guys, many tell the tales of the fates of those who tried to test his resolve. He looks out for his friends in a roundabout way, and it's much to his credit that Worm hasn't become a meal for the early bird on more than one occasion. A modest mollusk, with never a cross word for his fellow patrons.