CLL-M29 -- "Clementine"Model - Cybot Galactica CLL-M2 Ordnance Loadlifter (variant)
Age - 28 years operational, 26 years since last memory wipe
Height – 2.5m
Mass – Lots
Build - Hulking
Eyes - Single central photoreceptor (black)
Standard Equipment - Large manipulator arms, repulsorlift-assist generator, binary vocabulator, blast-resistant chassis
Notable Features – Battered and scored exterior plating, circuit diagram style “tattoos” (ala Dr. Aphra), bulky chain “necklace” made out of burnt-out, flattened, and holed restraining bolts, low-quality basic-capable vocoder (limited processing power for vocabulary selection, slow delivery of speech, poor volume control), extendible "fine" manipulators (hand-sized opposable graspers)
Loadlifters are a common sight at any spaceport. They're big, dumb, paddle-armed Class Fives that speak only binary and make sure cargo gets loaded and unloaded on time. Clementine looks a little unusual compared to the rest, with clawed arms and a frame small enough to fit through a regular door when he hunches down. Those with experience on capital ships or with a good memory for droid models will recognize him as the kind designed to haul explosives around military vessels.
Far from regulation spit-and-polish, he's got the breadth and depth of idiosyncracies of a droid operating on the fringe for a long time. His battered and carbon-scored chassis has been etched with circuit-diagram style "tattoos," he wears jewelry made out of crushed restraining bolts, and sports a couple of clear after-market modifications, like normal-sized manipulators and a cheap but basic-capable vocabulator that gives him slow, simple speech. In conversation, he comes off as friendly, curious, and perhaps brighter than you might expect of a loadlifter -- but that's not saying much. He does pepper his conversation with offhand references to a variety of sapients and places he's seen and done (some kind of?) business with, including names that would prick the ears of careful watchers of the galactic underworld, but often proves confused or vague in his recollections if he's asked about the details. He can also, when made to feel pushed, insulted, or belittled (for example, for his intellect or non-organic status) be quite frightening before he even throws his first table across the cantina.
Further, while he seems to be technically "owned" by Kaneesa Gee, proprietor of the Wookiee's Codpiece, and is employed there lifting kegs and removing drunks, he takes free range of Providencetown, where he acts very similarly to many of the local organic laborers. When not at the bar, he can often be found around the spaceport, picking up a few credits offering his services lifting loads, swapping stories with spacers (and spacer’s droids), and patronizing shady gathering places. Many of Providencetown’s denizens have seen his hulking form around, particularly if their livelihood touches on the grey or black markets, and he’s personally opened up many otherwise “no droids” establishments by virtue of his implacable (and largely blaster-proof) desire to mix with Providencetown's sketchier elements as an equal.
Hooks:- Move cargo through the Providencetown spaceport? Clementine might have helped lift it!
- Been to the Codpiece, or other grey-market watering holes? Clementine likes to swap stories.
- Have you been involved in the galactic underworld, on Noventa or off? Clementine spent the last few years building up an extremely eclectic resume all around the Outer Rim, and might have been on either side of many different deals.
- Have radical political opinions? Clementine may not fully understand them, but seems interested and supportive.