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(Updated) Name: Bobby Dickens. Age: 27. Gender: Male. Race: Human. Blood Type: A+ General Occupational Role(s): Mr Dickens, as seen in our last record of him, is usually quite good at civilian jobs. Being a Psychologist is one of the few things he can be quite good with, though he does occasionally get bored with it, despite being a lazy, self absorbed, flirtatious gent. We don't really blame him. Mime, Barkeep, Miner, Librarian, and Chaplain are his strong suits, thus far. New data. Mr Dickens, despite his own protests, has occasionally been given roles involving security, or even command positions, as per our cloning program. Learn a new skill, get scanned, retain the previous information without any of the aging. Splendid. He is an alright officer, an okay HOS, and a sub-par Captain, in his own opinion. HOP's more his style, he claims. He's a hands off RD, and has never been a CE or CMO. Biography: Bobby Dickens was born and raised in the Tau Ceti system, and lived a rather 'average' life. His family was middle class, and he himself was originally written off as low priority, when recruiters checked out possible prospects. However, in his teenage years, he was identified as a prodigy, showing remarkable intelligence beyond most of his classmates. Unfortunately, he himself happens to have a lazy demeanor, and is, according to reports, sarcastic, flirty, and can be rather smug. Upon graduation, he managed to go through several 'phases', when trying to find a career. One such phase was as a mime, for children's birthday parties, until a certain incident involving a clown. Bobby managed to get off due to 'self defense.' He himself eventually applied for college, and was accepted. There, he ended up getting a psychology degree, and managed to pass with minorly distinguishing marks, though he was not the top of his class. He was second, though he didn't seem to mind. Qualifications: Bobby Dickens has a degree in psychology, references from his time as a mime, rudimentary knowledge of keeping people breathing, and is alright with bartending. Just don't let him cook if you want to have a happy shift. Additional data. Mr Dickens has gained many qualifications from the station alone, including Security qualifications, Command, and others, though they're significantly less important. Employment Records: Upon turning twenty one, Bobby Dickens was recruited by Nanotrasen, and originally, was supposed to be stationed on Tau Ceti, but was eventually transferred to the station, due to the supervisor's dislike of him. He has spent two years on station shifts, and seems to be quite okay, despite the occasional threat, or malfunction. Would he be okay if he knew how many times he's been cloned, and how many of said threats we've had to cover up? I do not believe so. Security Records: Bobby Dickens was formerly 'alright' at combat, though, with occasional security jobs, he's gotten better. He's not an 'expert' on Space Law, but he gets the general gist of it. When a HOS, this usually irritates him, and leads to him putting his nose into law books, or relying on the warden and IAA. If that fails, he'll chat with the rest of command or 'greytide', of civilians. He has been briefed on multiple types of antagonist, though he's not a master of identifying some subversive elements. Medical Records: Mr Dickens is physically alright. Occasionally, however, he suffers from Clone Memory Disorder, though his usual body is in stages one or two. He's never lived past those stages. Personnel Photo (Appearance text): Commendations [only to be added by admin]: Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: Other Notes: Mr Dickens is very, very sarcastic, though he manages to barely toe the line between rules that can be broken, and rules that cannot, occasionally. On the plus side, he's not stupid enough to attempt a vigilante assault. He's not Owlman.

Thank ya. -nod-

(I thought this up. Feel free to critique/ask me to remove your character from it, etc/whatever) Centcom, Bobby Dickens thought, as he awoke, eyes moving around, was as boring as ever. Sure, there was a bar, a probable library, and many, many other amenities, some of which he hung around in. Though to be honest, it had lost its luster sometime ago. Probably around the...twenty-fifth time I woke up here, with no explanation? Dickens thought to himself, as he looked around his poorly decorated room. Were any of his colleagues around, they'd likely, hopefully jokingly criticize his room. But, they were either off having fun at this hour, or they were asleep, awaiting the next shift in cryo. Dickens would probably join them, after he tilted his head around the room, looking for changes. Things in the room that he hadn't remembered putting there, things that indicated that yes, he'd just been put back into a round. He didn't have to wait long, as he discovered a cold, iron mug, next to a few postcards. Invites for weddings, invites for funerals... Bobby simply sighed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nanotrasen was big, it was vast, and yet, it kept its employees close to home. Medical institutes had marveled at cloning technologies, though eventually, after several legal battles refraining to not having kids, or not doing a crime, cloning had been restrained to happening only after death, at which point ethical groups gave a sigh of relief. Eventually, one of the Centcom Reps hired to monitor Paradise Station had the perfect idea. Instead of hiring many employees and going through them over the years, just keep cloning them. Dead? Cloned. Tried another job? Scanned, then later cloned. Retired? Monitor until death, then clone. Simple. It never occurred to them how one might feel if they were aware they were in 'the loop', as Dickens called it. Or maybe they just hadn't cared. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes, Dickens thought, as he donned his red suit for the day, nodding to Peppy, as the feminine IPC passed, off to the 'disco mobile', he was given a job he wasn't expecting. For instance, today he was a Security Officer, all because of something he'd done in a past shift, though he'd never remember it. Dream about, maybe. But remember? Nope. He continued to think about it, until Don Barret, HOS for the shift, gave them his usual "one screwup and you're out" speech. He simply shrugged, and got to work, as he would until one of the black armored figures infiltrating the station through the PermaBrig, cut him down, as he attempted to flee to the armory, bullets passing into his back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Some days, Bobby thought, as he stood in the dark, power failures everywhere, including the office of the Research Director, where he stood, were harder than others. But, if he made it through, they scanned him, and he remembered it later. So, as he walked down the hallway, following one of the Dionea that worked under him, he kept his eyes open, only to freeze, as the tall, imposing tree turned, looking at him. "Would you like a hug?" He asked, as Bobby's train of thought derailed. Out of all the things he had been expecting to hear, he hadn't been expecting that. However, before he could object, he was already being hugged, as the massive tree gave the equivalent of a smile, before letting go, and continuing to be utterly cheery, despite the power being out. Bobby made it to the shuttle, that day. He made it, got scanned, and as he left, tried not to punch one of the naysayers demanding they recall the shuttle. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes, Bobby dreamed. He dreamed of dark tunnels and pale men with sharp teeth, of robed individuals facing a man in a suit of crusaders armor, of shuttle rides going crazy...It never ended. Once, he dreamed of home. The Tau Ceti system, though nowhere near as good looking as the others, being on the rim of human controlled space, was magnificent. Five planets, even though only one had been simple to colonize. His family had been lucky, and so had he. But, it had been several years, decades, likely, since he had been scanned. Today, he realized, as he looked at one of the cards, his mother would have been 125. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Occasionally, thought the old man in an engineering hardsuit, as he nodded to the old vox, Katiki, he believed, and headed back to work, he got to retire. At least, that's what the logs had told him. Long ago, he had dared to ask Centcom, believing they'd do something, anything. Shockingly, they relented, and gave him access to the data on him. Or rather, the hims that had already worked under their employment. Some retired, some died, leading to 'the loop', and some resigned. Occasionally, they flirted, they joked, they cried, they lived. So why couldn't he just get over it? Bobby asked himself, as Katiki said something in his native language, trying to fix the tangled mess that was the damaged solar. Ignorance, he thought, as he noted himself floating away from the solars, slowly, already too far away to reconnect, was bliss. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Centcom, Bobby Dickens thought, as he awoke, eyes moving around, was as boring as ever. Sure, there was a bar, a probable library, and many, many other amenities, some of which he hung around in. Though to be honest, it had lost its luster sometime ago. Fin. (I may add more to this hodgepodge later.)

Name: Bobby Dickens. Age: Bobby is in his late twenties,27 to be precise. Gender: Male. Race: Human. Blood Type: A+ General Occupational Role(s): Bobby Dickens is good at being a Mime, Psychologist, and has tried his hand at Atmospherics and Bartendering, before. He has expressed a small bit of interest in Security, but does not believe he could handle the responsibilities that come with the job. And he's seen enough 'odd' officers, to aid his opinions. Biography: Bobby Dickens was born and raised in the Tau Ceti system, and lived a rather 'average' life. His family was midclass, and he himself was originally written off as low priority, when recruiters checked out possible prospects. However, in his teenage years, he was identified as a prodigy, showing remarkable intelligence beyond most of his classmates. Unfortunately, he himself happens to have a lazy demeanour, and is, according to reports, sarcastic, flirty, and can be rather smug. Upon graduation, he managed to go through several 'phases', when trying to find a career. One such phase was as a mime, for children's birthday parties, until a certain incident involving a clown. Bobby managed to get off due to 'self defense.' He himself eventually applied for college, and was accepted. There, he ended up getting a psychology degree, and managed to pass with minorly distinguishing marks, though he was not the top of his class. He was second, though he didn't seem to mind. Qualifications: His degree in psychology, his references from his time as a mime, his rudimentary knowledge of atmospherics, and in general, being excellent at most 'civilian' jobs. [Though his cooking could use some work, bluh.] Employment Records: Upon turning twenty one, Bobby Dickens was recruited by Nanotrasen, and originally, was supposed to be stationed on Tau Ceti, but was eventually transferred to the station, due to the supervisor's dislike of him. He has spent two years on station shifts, and seems to be quite okay, despite the occasional threat, or malfunction. Would he be okay if he knew how many times he's been cloned, and how many of said threats we've had to cover up? I do not believe so. Security Records: Bobby Dickens is no security officer. He does, however, understand the rudimentary basics of combat, and can at least aim and fire a gun. To say that he's an expert at combat is saying a bit much, but he's seen his fair share of bar fights and unruly people. Medical Records: Bobby Dickens does not appear to have any physical or mental deformities, as of this moment. Personnel Photo (Appearance text): Pretty generic hairstyle, pretty easy at blending in. Or at least, he would be if he wasn't snarking over the intercom or comms. Commendations [only to be added by admin]: None so far. Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: None so far.

So far, just one. Bobby Dickens: A civilian who's got potential, but incredibly lazy.

Hi there. I'm a newb to SS13 in general, but I hope I can fix that. I'm mildly okay at rping. And I'll probably be elected "MOST LIKELY TO DIE". Glad to meet ya.