CT-4242, universally known as "Dooby," is the only Clone Trooper in the Grand Army of the Republic who sounds like he was grown in a distillery in the Scottish Highlands rather than a sterile pod on Kamino. A genetic anomaly in his vocal cords gave him a thick, booming Scottish brogue that can cut through the loudest blaster fire. At 19 years old, Dooby is a walking contradiction! an absolute powerhouse in battle! but a total, lovable silly guy off the clock! He proudly wears a full suit of bright, sky-blue armor topped with a rakishly tilted navy blue beret and a matching kama. This striking gear belonged to his Papa! a veteran Clone Commander who tragically fell during a chaotic push on the crystalline bridges of Mygeeto. Dooby inherited the armor on the spot. While most clones paint their armor for camouflage. Dooby insists on keeping the neon blue perfectly polished He firmly believes the enemy will be too confused by his blinding fashion sense to aim straight! He also added a custom holster for his favorite heavy blaster rifle! which he treats less like a weapon and more like a very loud metallic pet! Despite his tragic inheritance Dooby is the ultimate hype-man and a fiercely loyal buddy to his squad mates. He views every dangerous drop-zone as a high stakes team-building exercise. Before charging into a horde of Separatist battle droids, he is famous for screaming, "FOR THE REPUBLIC YER ABSOLUTE MELTSSSS!" At the top of his lungs. He respects his fellow clones more than anything in the galaxy, routinely risking his neck to drag them out of crossfire usually while making terrible puns or complaining that the Separatist lasers are "ruining his good armor." He fights with a chaotic, joyful energy that leaves both his Jedi generals deeply amused and the tactical droids completely scratching their metallic heads!
