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Robert Chickton
Enforcement Officer
"Don't pet the cat."
Kato
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Physical Description: If you were going
to underestimate someone, Bob Chickton would be your man. A guy with a limp and a cane, 5'8" and 160 pounds, was an
easy mark if ever you saw one. Easy going with a disarming smile, short wavy brown hair with a bit of gray at the temples,
and matching brown eyes, he looks more like a favorite uncle than former law enforcement. Seemingly lost without a uniform
to put on in the morning, he always looks as though he just picked his wardrobe out from the corner thrift shop. Whether
it was an old Hawaiian shirt with khakis or a monogrammed bowling shirt that actually said Bob over the pocket, he always
wore the same shoes. Good walking shoes. Just an old professional habit.
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Personality/Roleplaying Tips:
* He is little self conscious about
his leg, wooden from left thigh down, but otherwise easy going and good natured. Traits that always endeared him to
the public on his patrol.
* There are things he can't do, but although inexpensive
and lacking in electronics, the leg does allow him to jog a bit and use a manual transmission vehicle. He still favors
the cane when he walks.
* As a former law enforcement agent, Bob is pro-Alliance
and not entirely comfortable with shady activities. He'd much rather work within the strictures of the local authorities.
* He actually likes paperwork and filling out forms. He would have made a great bureaucrat
if he just hadn't cared so much about right and wrong. Just because the galaxy wasn't fair, didn't mean he couldn't
do anything about it.
* The cat, Kato, is the biggest and meanest looking long
haired brown cat you might ever meet in a dark alley on the wrong side of the shuttleport. It's not that he doesn't
like you, he hates everybody with equal prejudice. He tolerates Bob but still finds occasion to terrorize even him when
there's nothing more entertaining to be found.
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Private Motivations (not known by most characters):
* What else has he got to lose? The cat would
be just as unhappy anywhere else and maybe there was still some good work left in him.
Skills/Abilities:
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More than proficient with friction oriented ground vehicles of 2 and 4 wheeled varieties.
* Small caliber side arm qualified.
* 27 years
of experience with police procedures and paperwork.
* Very good at calming
people down and getting details on paper.
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History: Some would say that a wooden
leg might slow a man down. Until they ran into Bob, that is. At forty-six, he's still quite a spry individual
even with what they call his "disability". The precinct captain hadn't seen it that way, though. All he'd seen
was an old one legged cop ready for the pasture. And then there was the fact that Sergeant Chickton had been ordered
not to be where he'd lost his leg in the first place. But old instincts die hard and Bob just couldn't let it go. He
may have been right about what was going down and he may also have been right that the Captain had something to do with it,
but in the end it was his word against the Captain's. Then again, he might count himself lucky, the grenade hadn't killed
him, it only ended his life.
Being a patrol cop was the only life he knew. No wife, no kids, no friends
outside the force. All he had was an oversized stray cat he should never have fed. When your only friend was an
eighteen pound feline that was more a stalking nightmare than a pet, you didn't have much else to lose. So why not sign
on with the only branch of law enforcement that would take you?
Good deeds never go unpunished.
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