Welp, got my Clone Trooper done, so here he is.

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[b]Name:[/b] "Doc", Medic Trooper CT-3519
[b]Age/Race/Gender[/b]: Standard Clone Trooper

[b]Weaponry[/b]: DC-15S Blaster Rifle
[b]Other Items[/b]: Backpack unit packed with various medical tools, supplies, bacta injections, and other equipment needed to patch up and get Clones, and other friendlies for that matter, back into the fight, or back to more equipped medical stations for more in depth treatment. 

[b]Personality[/b]: Doc has deviated fairly far from your normal loyalist clone. He doesn't care for the fighting, the bloody mindless grinding marches on the Separatist forces time and again, watching one too many good men and women, clone or not, die defending the Republic or while just trying to survive in a crossfire between armies. He can be described to go so far as to hate the war now, the sheer amount of violence from both sides distancing him from the new clones and veterans who thirsted for more combat. He will openly voice his opinion when asked, having grown too old, in his mind, to be bothered with beating around the bush and being tactful anymore. Having developed under various commanders, both Jedi and clone, he doesn't feel the same camaraderie and connection to his clone brothers that he once did earlier in the war, but still at least tries to get along with those he serves with, since he is the one they are relying on if a plan fails again and the casualties start pouring in once more. He technically holds the same rank as a Private, although his experience and role as a medic separates him from the rank and file.

[b]History[/b]: One of the first batches of clone medics born on Kamino, he went through the exact same training as the other medics that were destined to serve with their normal brothers in the war against the Separatists. Serving in the initial wave of clones that deployed to the Battle of Geonosis, as a first generation clone, Doc would find himself patching more injuries than he had been initially prepared for, having to improvise equipment and scrap to keep clones alive. He himself was injured during the fighting, droid blaster fire tearing through his helmet, which had saved his life by taking the brunt of the energy from the weapons fire before it hit him properly. But the battle was won, regardless of the casualties, living and dead, and after being properly healed, Doc was reassigned to new battlefields. From claustrophobic street fighting to high speed fights across open plains, Doc saw a variety of injuries, in just about every battle zone imaginable. And he grew to hate every waking moment of it.

Doc knew clones that lived for the next fight, some who were driven by the will to protect others, that each long term survivor had a driving force that kept them going. He found that he was still fighting and keeping others alive for that day the war ends. The day where a man like him, a soldier bred from birth to fight and keep an army functioning, would no longer be needed or even wanted. So whether he was firing his rifle at an approaching wall of droids on some blasted field, dragging a badly injured trooper behind a pile of debris to keep the unlucky soldier alive, or packing his kit for deployment towards the next warzone, Doc kept looking long term, fighting and acting for that final moment where he could look around him and see that warriors and soldiers would not be necessary any more in his lifetime. He considered himself prepared for whatever the war would throw at him, and prepared well enough for those around him as well, all for the sake of ending it and hopefully being able to retire in peace. But nothing could have prepared the medic for hearing Order 66 actually enacted, but he now has to decide whether to continue following orders or not. Whether the orders of the Republic he was bred to fight and die for meant more than the Jedi that had fought and possibly bled alongside them in the trenches, figuratively and possibly literally. And it both terrified and relieved him that betraying the orders of the Republic were going through his head.[/hider]