I love General Martok!
He's like a drunk surly uncle, always hammered and pissed off. He'll hug you one minute and yell at you the next, but I always got that feeling that he had a soft gooey center and that inside he was alright. He's the kind of uncle who would come home drunk and pass out in your bed after vomiting on a school night but make up for it by taking you to a Sam's Club for a hot dog or bring you to a strip club and buy you a Sprite while he ogles the dancers!