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[b]Name:[/b] Tongzka Zapruzhatza Vezilz-Tor 949 (Tongzka of Zapruzhatza, Dockworker Number 949)

[b]Race:[/b] Bardovaz-avee (Bardovan)

[b]Class:[/b] Vezilz-tor (Longshoreman/Mechanic)

[b]Alignment:[/b] Scut Porz'l-brez (True Worker (True Neutral))

[b]Biography:[/b] To get a sense of what Tongzka's life was life, it's important to know about Bardovan culture. See, the Bardovan home world, Bardov, is run by a quasi-Communist single-party government. The family, as a social unit, has been wiped out. Young Bardovans are sent to live in communes where they must learn basic work skills, and when they pass, they are assigned a job; and their 'family' name is literally their assigned job title. However, Bardovans who do well enough get to go to special universities and choose a more prestigious career, with the highest honour being the opportunity to join the One Bardovan People's Party. Tongzka was a shoe-in to joining the Party, but then he quit and became a lowly dockworker instead. Some people think it was an act of defiance, others think it was because everyone else in the Party was taller than him. Bardov may never know.

One day, Tongzka was on break from rearranging crates at the Zapruzhatza spaceport, reading the latest issue of Interdimensional Travel Quarterly, when one of his clumsy colleagues knocked over a shipping container full of Six-Pack Cans of Hydrogen (for robots). The Liquid Hydrogen fuel leaked into another container loaded up with decommissioned Flux Capacitors. When Tongzka called for a cleanup crew, he slipped on some of the Hydrogen and bashed his head on the side of the container, missing the Flux Capacitors completely. Unfortunately, the cleanup crew set off some kind of accident which teleported them away to an unknown location. Glad that he was not caught in the accident, Tongzka let his guard down when he dropped his coffee on a teleporter and accidentally stood on it.

The resulting teleporter accident sent him to some weird-ass planet at a medieval level of development, infested with creatures that can somehow bend the laws of physics via waves of the hand. Convinced that it's all clever illusions by a culture of stage magicians, Tongzka decided to head to the local cantina, one 'Broken Drum' place, to find out how the hell he can get home.

[b]Favourite Drink:[/b] Coffee, lots and lots of it. Preferably blue-black, with spicy beans imported from Jairov.