Name: Clemonds, L.Q. "Sonny"
Profession: Singer

Personal
Race: Human
Gender: male
Age: 421 (53 biological)

Attributes
Fitness: 2
Coordination: 3
Intellect: 2
Presence: 2
Empathy: +2
Willpower: +1
Psi: 0

Skills
Animal Handling (Horse) 1 (2)
Artistic Expression (Singing) 2 (4)
(Guitar) (3)
(Songwriter) (3)
Athletics (Baseball) 1 (2)
Charm (Seduction) 1 (2)
Computer (User) 0 (1)
Culture (Human) 2 (3)
(20th Century Earth) (3)
Dodge 1
Fast Talk 2
First Aid (Wound/Combat Trauma) 1 (2)
History (20th Century Earth) 2 (3)
Language
Federation Standard 2
Spanish 1
Vietnamese 1
Persuasion (Storytelling) 1 (3)
Planetside Survival (Jungle) 1 (2)
Primitive Weaponry (Knife) 1 (2)
Projectile Weapons (Assault Rifle) 2 (3)
(Pistol) (3)
Shipboard Systems (Replicator Use) 0 (1)
Unarmed Combat (Karate) 1 (2)
Vehicle Operations (Ground Car) 1 (2)
(Motorcycle) (2)
World Knowledge (20th Century Earth) 1 (2)

Traits
Contact: Lieutenant Commander Data
Strong Will +2
Temporaly Displaced -2

Background Notes:
Courage 5
Renown: 27
Aggression: 0
Discipline: 0
Initiative: 0
Openness: 12
Skill: 15
Resistance:2

Background Notes:
Sonny Clemonds was born in 1955 in the US state of South Carolina on Earth. After a tour in the US Army, in the Vietnam War, he became a country singer and recorded several albums. He died in 1994 of emphysema and liver damage brought on by tobacco and alcohol abuse. He was cryogenicly frozen and placed on a satellite for later revival.

In 2364, the satellite was found by the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-D and Sonny was revived along with two other persons. Since then, he has toured the Federation performing traditional country music. He has maintained a steady correspondence with Commander Data.

Appearance and Personality:
Height: 1.75m
Weight: 90kg
Complexion: tan
Hair: dark brown, greying
Eyes: hazel

Sonny is an easy-going laid-back "good ol' boy," as he likes to call himself. Even after a decade in the 24th century, he still is a bit in awe of how far humanity has progressed. His tastes run to a solid "meat'n'potatoes" diet, but he no longer smokes and drinks sparingly, having no desire to die again just yet. He carries an antique pistol he calls a "big ol' .357" for protection. He prefers this to modern energy weapons since "If I miss the varmint, the noise alone will scare him off!"

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