Timmy Tuesday
Timmy Tuesday is a failed clone that mutated early in development causing growth in his body faster than in his brain, after initially being stored in an examination room to judge his viability he would soon hear a commotion outside where he miraculously defeated a loose carp with a nearby crowbar. For his capacity for violence alone he was authorized to work for NT and assigned as a salvager, where he was expected to die off in space. As NT command would soon come to know, Timmy is stupid and lazy, he blindly trusts anyone he finds interesting, he is frequently disobedient, and yet he can never be stopped. Despite all odds Timmy Tuesday, with the intelligence and emotional capacity of a puppy, has proved himself worthy of promotions to all positions, including captain (his first shift of which I was fired, amazing shift shout out Lunar). He has defused bombs, killed countless terrorists and cultists, and though he too frequently dies alongside his enemy, Timmy Tuesday has proven a force to be reckoned with.
Timmy Tuesday is motivated by two simple things, dumb antics and camaraderie. These two concepts to Timmy, represent his concept of "love". Timmy believes dumb and interesting things are to be sought out and shared with others who similarly adore stupidity in an ultimate form of love. Timmy, however, is often a pariah for this. Timmy has accepted that no matter how hostile and serious and anti fun his coworkers might be, Timmy will show them his form of love regardless, often shielded under the other person's false assumption Timmy is too stupid to comprehend the consequences he is willingly embracing. Timmy parades his antics far and wide for all to enjoy, and Timmy is the first to jump on any dumb bandwagon that comes his way.
In his striving for a relaxing, fun environment on the station Timmy is always willing to perform to at least a base level of satisfaction. Lights running, chems stocked, the most blatant and violent of criminals locked up, whichever department he is apart of can trust Timmy will stop talking to the clown when he is seriously required. Otherwise be he tider or command, if there is no immediate situation Timmy will stop and smell the roses, converse with locals, make frequent announcements and undoubtably, Timmy will do some dumb shit. In this vain Timmy Tuesday finds himself frequently at odds with the more micromanaging of bosses, often resistant to their insistence Timmy quit fucking around.
The truth behind Timmy's attitude is a result of his impending doom, his neural structure operates with increasing stress levels every year, he is not long to live. Seeing as he is a genetic failure, even despite him arguing of his many achievements, upper brass is enraged at Timmy for not simply dying like he was supposed to. As such Timmy will not be cloned, this life is his last (unless someone is to not read his record and clone him anyway). Timmy Tuesday wants his final moments to be spent entirely surrounded by love. Dumb laughs, plenty of friends, games and smiles and even occasionally doing his job. Timmy strives to live every day to its fullest no matter what. He is a ray of sunshine in a dark world.
(Brief OOC: I don't play SS14 to "win", people sometimes seem to get genuinely pissed at Timmy Tuesday, the fictional cat boy, for not being perfect at his job according to someones arbitrary ideas of how they should behave. I have plenty of hours, trust me, this game has been a continuous obsession. I just like to play a little differently and more casually than you. :p) 
