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Name: sheeleo ironhide 
Gender:male
Age:146
Race: The scaled :turtle clan

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the scaled what the other races of the galaxy call the myriad of different races of reptilian folk from the planet Ibvor IV but in reality it is just the biggest clan. 
on Ibvor IV or as the locals know it as bephestos are a collection of clans and each clan has a certain type of reptile in it
The shelled: any reptile born with a shell fall under here
The Fanged: any venomous reptile or fanged reptile 
The scaled: any reptile that does not fall under the specialized clans are welcome in the scaled 
The hidden: any reptile with a natural camouflage fall under here 
The fallen: reptiles that lose their morality and turn back into basic animals very few regain their minds and even then they are not the same they used to be 
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Job: healer
Abilities: Bunker: retreating back into his shell 
           natural armor: while the shell might not stop a nuke or a missile it can help prevent damage against small arms fire and reduce 
           the damage of explosions onto himself
           internal backpack: a secret backpack in his shell where he can stash goods (obviously with limitations)
Skills: skilled surgeon and doctor, skilled swimming, skilled survivalist 
Backstory: wondering around from space station to space station after leaving ibor IV he found himself on a medical station where he spent the better half of 100 years studying and then treating patients of all races, on his 100th birthday he decided to say farewell and continue traveling but this time as a traveling doctor for there are far to few in the cold of space 
Personality hearty always willing to help any and all members of society 
Other: wooden staff from his home world gifted by his clans elder before venturing out into space
medical supplies carried in his shell aswell as a medical bag slung across him