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Cunning Linguistics unit type 1 - model number 7
NAME: Cunning Linguistics unit type 1 - model number 7
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Malfunctioning protocol droid
Wait what?! Droid! Damn it I've told this thing fifty friggin times. Fine I'll just do it manually. I. AM. NOT. A. DROID.
SPECIES: I. AM. NOT. A. DROID.
There. I don't know why the auto-fill function always does that. I don't get why this galaxy is so prejudiced against my people. Comparing us to those servile contraptions of nuts and bolts when I'm made of super great organic bits. See this arm?! Look at that flesh shake. Might as well go over the previous entry. Aw yes. Cunning Linguistics unit type 1 - model number 7. They got my name right. You can call me Clint for short. I swear my parents were high when they named me. Might as well finish this thing out now.
AGE: That seems personal.
GENDER: Let me check... neither.
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: A healthy 400 lbs.
EYES: Orange
HAIR: I have no hair. Balding unfortunately runs in the family.
SKIN: A nice golden brown.
CREDITS: Yes, please. That is why I am taking this job.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes. I am quite sensitive to when force is applied.
STRENGTH: I can lift heavy things. It is how I spent my youth.
DEXTERITY: I've never had an issue bending any way I please.
CONSTITUTION: Never been sick.
INTELLIGENCE: One broken spine plus another broken spine is two broken spines.
WISDOM: I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.
CHARISMA: I would wink. If I had eyelids.
FORCE POWERS: Break stuff.
SKILLS: It would be a shorter list to say what I am not skilled in.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: My strengths are in destroying things. My weakness is reassembling them.
GEAR: I have guns, swords, a hat, and a nifty cape thing.
SHIP: I am shipless. Also, homeless. I hope that does not affect my employment prospectiveness.
PERSONALITY: I am an infinite ball of joy.
Good. I am finally done. These things are such a chore. They should really just line people up and see how many heads I can shoot in a five second span. Oh well, as long as their credits are good as everyone else's. I need a good drink. Hopefully, that bar downstairs will serve me.
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Malfunctioning protocol droid
Wait what?! Droid! Damn it I've told this thing fifty friggin times. Fine I'll just do it manually. I. AM. NOT. A. DROID.
SPECIES: I. AM. NOT. A. DROID.
There. I don't know why the auto-fill function always does that. I don't get why this galaxy is so prejudiced against my people. Comparing us to those servile contraptions of nuts and bolts when I'm made of super great organic bits. See this arm?! Look at that flesh shake. Might as well go over the previous entry. Aw yes. Cunning Linguistics unit type 1 - model number 7. They got my name right. You can call me Clint for short. I swear my parents were high when they named me. Might as well finish this thing out now.
AGE: That seems personal.
GENDER: Let me check... neither.
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: A healthy 400 lbs.
EYES: Orange
HAIR: I have no hair. Balding unfortunately runs in the family.
SKIN: A nice golden brown.
CREDITS: Yes, please. That is why I am taking this job.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes. I am quite sensitive to when force is applied.
STRENGTH: I can lift heavy things. It is how I spent my youth.
DEXTERITY: I've never had an issue bending any way I please.
CONSTITUTION: Never been sick.
INTELLIGENCE: One broken spine plus another broken spine is two broken spines.
WISDOM: I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.
CHARISMA: I would wink. If I had eyelids.
FORCE POWERS: Break stuff.
SKILLS: It would be a shorter list to say what I am not skilled in.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: My strengths are in destroying things. My weakness is reassembling them.
GEAR: I have guns, swords, a hat, and a nifty cape thing.
SHIP: I am shipless. Also, homeless. I hope that does not affect my employment prospectiveness.
PERSONALITY: I am an infinite ball of joy.
Good. I am finally done. These things are such a chore. They should really just line people up and see how many heads I can shoot in a five second span. Oh well, as long as their credits are good as everyone else's. I need a good drink. Hopefully, that bar downstairs will serve me.
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