Bungalo Pete's wild western salÜn

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I'm back in black baby with a new stupid idea to try and die with.

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Robert "The Abbot"

Abbotangelo


FACTION: Sith Empire

RANK: Scientist (Agent)

SPECIES: Human

HOMEWORLD: Vatol

AGE: 67

HEIGHT: 6'1

WEIGHT: 341 LBS

Force Sensitive: Nope

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• Robert Abottangelo was born on Vatol amongst the Tev'Gaul. His parents were both highly respected scientists, who both produced major breakthrough's in Chemical Engineering, and Bioengineering, as they worked together to cure some of the innumerable plagues that wrought the jungle world.
  
  He was raised, however, amongst the Ves'Zan. Raised by a woman he never learned the name of, merely referring to her as 'Lala,' who had found him as a toddler wandering the vast and dangerous jungle all alone, happily reaching for and collecting extremely dangerous flora. He had survived by pure luck, having caught these particular plants in their sleep cycle, and thus, rendering the violent and fatal carnivorous plants unconscious, and quite literally, easy pickings.
  
  As he grew, much of his life was dictated by the Ves'Zan way of living. That being, the focus on day to day survival, with thoughts of tomorrow best left for the future. But he was never satisfied with that meager existence. He was forever curious about the jungle, to a degree beyond many others. His inquisitive nature helped him survive, and even managed to help him become officially recognized by many Ves'Zan leaders, thanks to his understanding of how to neutralize the many poisons and infections of the jungle.
  
  The time had come where he was to be shipped off-world as a slave soldier, as all young adults are. He was an impressive physical specimen, and an excellent warrior. Many tales were spun of his martial prowess, though many were greatly exaggerated.
  
  It was during this time that Robert developed his ever increasing love of learning, and most certainly, his love of drink. Once his contract had run out, and he was officially counted as a free man, Robert toured the Galaxy. Using his own natural instincts as well as his homegrown ingenuity and intelligence, he was recognized as not only a peer among scientists, but a serious contender for greatest local brew of Beer and Ale.
  
  His later life was spent as an explorer and researcher, which was facilitated by The Empire in return for his services in scientific advancement. He was given the uncreative code-name "Abbot," for all the sneaky business he was involved in, though he was also referred to informally as Bob by his friends.
• Bob, is in a word or two, a jolly old man. He has given his due of fighting to the galaxy, and is now looking to enjoy the remainder of his life, doing what he loves. Drinking and learning, often both at the same time. While not an alcoholic, Bob is a well traveled and learned man, having sampled many a different brand of beverage. Many would consider him a bit of a snob, but no one doubts his qualifications when judging anything alcohol related.
  
  He has grown fat, happily letting himself go while he pursued his true passion in science and booze. And while he is getting on in both years and weight, he is still a mean shot with a blaster pistol, and most of his muscle hasn't rotted away just yet, so he is more than capable of using his well sized knife for anything.
• Not many men can reach the Abbot's age should they come from Vatol. Early death and dismemberment being very prevalent in the worlds population. While he may no longer be as fit and young as he once was, it would be a mistake to underestimate the kindly old man in a fight.
  
  He was raised almost from birth with a combat knife in his hand, and should it come time for a scrap, the big damn knife he has perpetually strapped inside his loose fitting robes is his go too weapon.
  
  He is no schmuck when it comes to the pistol either, though by no means a crack shot anymore, he still has the muscle memory to put a few blaster bolts into any would be assailant. That is, if he remembers to carry it around with him.
  
  The Abbot is also a very smart man, a well learned and intellectually promiscuous person, he prefers to use his smarts as opposed to any actual weapon. His time studying the ever deadly plant life on Vatol has left him adept with the identification and elimination of poisons, as well as their application.
  
  He is also a total alcohol snob, and is often an authority on the subject.
• His Big Ass Vibro-Knife
  Overhead Class Freighter
  Dh-7 Blaster Pistol
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  (In His younger Years)