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Chode
is the captain of the smuggling vessel Jupiter 42. A purple blob with three eyes, he exudes the bravado of James T.
Kirk but lacks the looks, skills or luck with the ladies to back it up. His ethics begin and end with his own self-interest.
Chode
comes from a race of beings that believe a person's path in life should be decided by society rather than by the individual.
Naturally, this rubbed Chode the wrong way, and he escaped to the stars at his first opportunity.
He's horny as a dog
and smart as a whip a strong scoundrel who controls his crew with deceptions and threats. As one might guess, he has little
interest in, or aptitude for, inspiring people with monologues torn from the pages of self-help books.
"Hey, a little enslaving never hurt anyone."
"Could somebody
please tell me why captains' chairs on spaceships don't have seatbelts?! What the hell is that about?!"
"Just once,
I'd like to time-travel and not see Nazis."
LIKES:
- Fighting and drinking
- Cussing and cheating
- Whoring, whoring and more whoring
DISLIKES:
- Paying taxes
- Paying bills
- Anyone not actively involved in kissing/saving his ass 24/7
SECRET AMBITION:
- To become rich enough that he can open his own combination dope den/whorehouse/microbrewery and be his own sole customer
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