If nobody has a problem with it, I believe I shall join.
Name: Palms
Gender: Male
Species: Slig
Alliance: Land Muggers
Rank: Below infantry, "Canon Fodder"
Age: 22
Physical Description: Palms stands roughly an inch higher to the average slig. He has a lean, slighly muscular body, and sickley grey skin. The very tips of his tentacles are crimson red.
Equipment: Standard mask, rusty pants, half-destroyed gun
Biography: Palms was born and trained in a slig barraks not for from the barraks here. When he was born, he was born with a mutation the deformed the coloring of his skin. Luckely, Palms was still able to be trained in the barraks with only one difference. He had to pay extra because of his mutated skin. Most sligs in the barraks reffered to it as his "Freak License." Palms was also born with something else different. He was incredibly stuborn. If a higher ranking slig ordered a action Palms thought was unnecicary, he would argue back. No matter how many beatings, it never stop. Eventually, Palms made it threw his rough training in the slig barraks, and got his first job working as a security guard for a small company. One dark day in Palms' past, he got into an arguement with the leading glukkon. Things got out of control very fast. Before long, Palms drew his gun and shot the glukkon, dead. He was arrested on the spot, and sentenced to death. Three days before his exictution, word came that there was a barraks opening, and a war to be fought. Why wast Palms life? Why not have him die doing something useful? Palms' death sentence was dropped imediatly, and he was on his way to the new barraks. The only things that were given to him were some destroyed, useless equipment. It was free.
D&D Alignment: Chaotic Evil
I hope this is fine, if you need me to fix anything, I will.
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