[slig# 5719]

Name: Flad
Race: Slig
Gender: Drone (male)

Age: Around 10 oddworld years.

Appearance: The same as any other slig drone most distinguishing feature is his rusty slig pants.

Personality: Originally the same as any other guard slig however during his travels has begun to forget his "hardening" at the birthing complex and sometimes becomes distracted when around native species and wild animals.

Equipment: ordinary "goggled" slig mask, rusty slig pants and a blunderbuss

History: Flad began his life as slig no 34680 at the slig birthing complex but now has very little memory of his time there. He then enrolled at the slig barracks however left shortly afterwards due to a combination of disliking the glukkon in charge and wanting to go out and explore oddworld. He decided to name himself flad and spent the past few years wandering oddworld while working temporary as a guard for many different organizations in order to pay for his travels. However due to his recent distractions caused around native species and animals Flad has been refused work many times and he has not been able to afford maintenance for his pants. He has recently heard of the reopening of Rupture Farms, hearing it is seriously understaffed is sure he will get a new job.

IC: At the station the huge train came to a halt and a slig (Flad) stumbled out of the train, his mask's IR lenses glowed red, his shotgun like blunderbust almost glowed in the factory light, his pants... well his pants had seen better days. Flad's pants are rusty, rust can be seen almost all over his pants there are also small dents at the top of his pants as if they had been struck multiple times.

Flad took a couple of steps forward and quickly looked around the station *wow this place is big* he thought *ah, a directory that'll help me find da boss* he walked up to the directory and touched it

SUCURITY LEVEL HIGH: ACCESS DENIED.

*hm something seems to be going on here... If I help solve whatever the problem is da boss... what was his name, Barnie no Arnie that was it is sure to give me a job.* Flad then walked towards and through the doorway into the factory not really knowing where he was going but held his gun like he had a purpose his pants letting out a small high pitched screech every few steps.