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FILE ON SUBJECT #51A80B
ALSO KNOWN AS:
GOBLIN
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NAME: ZAXRAZ "ZAC" BULLION
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D.O.B.: 2 / NOVEMBER / 1987. 29 YEARS OLD
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SEX: MALE
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HEIGHT: 5'1"
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WEIGHT: 126LBS
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RACE: GOBLIN
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OCCUPATION: ACCOUNTANT
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE ▸ /
TYPE: ISTJ - Logician
✔ REALIST: Grounded in hard facts and reality, he has a sobering take on the world
around him and does not idle in fantasies or flights of make-believe. Identification of
real facts allows a practical problem-solving approach.
✔ INTROSPECTIVE: Sharp analytical mind, critical of his own standing and accomplishments.
Big talk serves to mask more critical self-appraisal, along with the consideration that the
world could possibly be bettered. Keeps diary with daily thoughts strictly off-limits to others.
✔ MILDLY MAGNANIMOUS: As goblins go, is not as cutthroat as other members of his
community and usually provides feedback, advice and consultation with honesty and
accuracy. This manifests in different ways: spotting cash, directing people to opportunities
for work and information, and the forbidden ritual of generous tipping.
✘ IMPERTINENT: Frequently and somewhat easily irritated. Is known to batter peers
to extended tirades and rants. Rarely in a positive mood. Consider treating delicately.
✘ APATHETIC: Lacking latent powers to detect emotions of others as well as a general
(and insistent) disinterest in the subject matter entirely, subject is not easily budged by
emotional states or points of others, and will often escalate situations if provoked. Lack
of social grace is a key setback in career aspirations. Manifests in some prejudice towards
other, more emotionally-tuned species.
✘ ANTISOCIAL: Distanced from family and quickly exhausted in social interactions, subject
is often absorbed in reading or fiddling with smart media on person to avoid interactions.
Friendship is an exclusive club.
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SKILL ANALYSIS ▶
PRIMARY :
ABOVE GREED
SECONDARY :
SHARP MIND
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STRENGTH
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ENDURANCE
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AGILITY
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CHARISMA
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INTELLIGENCE
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CONTROL
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POWER
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CREATIVITY
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DEFENSE
ABILITY PROFILE ▸ /
SERVICE FILE:
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Greed Immunity: Is fiscally responsible and not inclined to hoarding and the
concept of greed as a whole.
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Goblin Pariah: Liberal attitude towards finances and outright charitable actions
(as far as goblin culture is concerned) has marked subject as a black sheep within
the family business. This has effectively stymied advancement prospects
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Appraisal: Can determine what an object/person is worth in terms of net value to
a specific and accurate extreme with a good look. Can also identify key components of
constructs, their sources, and surmise its function and purpose. Can learn a lot from
this investigating. Can also perform complex mathematical equations without assistance
of a calculator
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Deep Thinker: Spaces out as he studies it, requiring total focus and no interruption.
Leads to awkward pauses in social situations, or dangerous obliviousness to threats
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Logical Train Of Thought: Adept at putting together pieces of a puzzle or mystery
and reaching informed conclusions based on the evidence at hand
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Surrounded By Idiots: Conclusions reached are grounded in the assumption that he
is the smartest person in the room, so regardless of what conclusion is reached he
stubbornly holds to it. Combined with a relatively short temper, he tends to hold onto
even misinformed conclusions. While resistant to deception in this manner, he can cloud
his own judgment when bickering
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Self-Defense Training: The streets are sketchy and dangerous. Subject carries
dual knives on hand for personal protection. If push comes to shove, subject fights
with textbook technique and mental play. Knowledgeable about weakpoints
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Scrawny: While mental play is strong, can easily be overpowered by either physical
or fantastic means. Bringing a knife to a gun fight is also ill-advised.
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I Know A Guy: Has a broad base of contacts from a variety of businesses, legitimate
and less-so, mostly previous clients for his accounting services. Carries a digital Rolodex
of business cards on his person
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They Know Me Alright: There's a good chance a bridge was burnt at one point, between
telling the owner something they didn't want to hear regarding their finances or
spending habits, blacklisting from goblin-owned corporations and companies, or simple
racism against his ilk
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HISTORY RECORDS : CLASSIFIED
RESIDENT OF AUTUMN: 29 OF YRS
■ Born to middle-to-high class family. Majority of goblin population hold steady careers
in goblin-owned mega corporations. His family has served in prominent positions in HXT
Corporation for generations. HXT has branches into various industries, including
pharmaceuticals, automotives, banking, frozen foods, canned produce, and insurance
■ Given access to highest levels of education and resources in preparation to join HXT.
A student at Mercer's Private Academy from 2002 to 2005, he showed promise.
A driven and intelligent youth, he spent his academy years diligently studying.
Subject completed a four-year program in three-years. In this time, he is credited
with inventing a concoction from cafeteria coffee. It allegedly offers twenty times
the caffeine concentration as normal coffee, though the process remains an HXT
trade secret, under the product name "Occam's Energy".
■ After receiving his diploma in 2005, subject was immediately recruited as an intern
for HXT's insurance branch, Peachtree Insurance. Peachtree Insurance has capitalized
on its profits every year, partly owing to increased dangerous activity in the city.
Employee records indicate that subject, particularly effective at weaponizing the
corporate bureaucracy and enforcing increasing specificity towards insurance claims,
had resulted in significant profits from a single broker. In 2006, he signed a fixed-length
employee contract of 40-years (standard protocol).
■ In 2008, subject was silently released by Peachtree Insurance. The reasons for this
remain obscured by the corporation. Rumours suggest various different possibilities
- disagreements with management, money laundering, corporate fraud, and theft of
company property are popular threads - but none have been substantiated. Both the
subject and Peachtree Insurance avoided embroilment in scandal
■ In years following dismissal, subject has since moved into an inner-city apartment
complex, converting it to an office space and offering services and expertise as an
accountant (with mixed results - though his acumen is unarguably solid, few clients
are prepared to trust a goblin with their finances and paperwork). Subject lives alone,
with the exception of a calico named "Fumbles". Subject is often seen frequenting
taverns at night, rarely socializing.
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【 AN INTERVIEW WITH SUBJECT #TCJ4701 】
▌ QUESTION #001
LET'S START EASY: WHY ARE YOU WEARING THOSE SOCKS?
For a second, the gears in my head grind to a halt. I stare straight ahead at the bloke
sitting across the table, idiot clipboard in his idiot hand. I squint my eyes a bit, leaning
forward. He serious? I'm checking for a cheeky grin here.
There's no cheeky grin. Just a clipboard.
"...You.... you're askin' about...? ...Well..." I massage my forehead slowly with my free right
hand, letting out a drawn out groan.
"Thought we were gonna be professional about all
this. Got all gussied up and everything."
I lowered my hand, crossing them on my lap, looking a bit off to the side. If he wanted to
catch me off guard by being an irreverent twat, he succeeded.
"Bought a dozen pairs of them over at Walplex down the street. Cotton. Black to go
with the suit. Black goes with black. They're cheap so I stay in the black. Black's the
new black, that so hard?"
I scoff. What a waste of my valuable time. I need a drink already. I glance at my watch.
2PM. Long day ahead...
▌ QUESTION #002
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU FOUND A GENIE?
"S'what? Genie? What'd I need with a genie for???" I cock my head to one side, before
leaning forward, getting a good look at this pompous froof across from me.
"How's a fella supposed to know this genie ain't gonna be some stuck up prick? Gettin' stuck
in a damn coke bottle for God knows how long is gonna make that guy real cranky. And
then you get some idiot peppering this guy with demands. "Gimme a pony, a bouncy
castle, a new car!~ Pah!"
I exercised some restraint in spitting on this guy's clipboard then and there, and settled for
a flourish of disapproval. I pointed a finger at the interviewer.
"Listen, you know how they screw you? Loopholes. Always a loophole, always a catch,
always a roundabout way to dick you over. 'I wanna be the fastest man in the world!'
Got it." I snap my long, bony fingers for emphasis.
"Everyone else is dead. You win by
default. Get it now?"
I lean back in my chair, folding my arms.
"Stuff that. Stuff it back wherever it came from,
I need none of that."
▌ QUESTION #003
YOUR LIFE IS NOW A MOVIE. WHAT IS THE TITLE AND WHAT ARE THE REVIEWS?
"You think the chilling world of number crunching and premiums are gonna make for a
blockbuster? It ain't exactly Wall Street up there."
I shake my head with a low chuckle, leaning back in my chair.
"Picture this: Premiums
at an alltime high, morality at an alltime low. One man is brave enough to walk within
the lines and liberate trust funds from the iron grip of the stupid and meek!"
I let a guffaw slip out.
"Full of morals too! Perform your dues, study diligently, put
forward the best you got, and you too can get canned by the soulless corporate
machine! Kids gotta learn that."
I rub my chin, a pensive expression.
"Needs a title. Gotta think of it carefully...eh,
'Piss Off'. How's that? Captures the theme pretty well, I think."
I lean back in my chair.
"No one's gonna give a cheap look at a film like that. It'll make
dozens of dollars, I bet."
▌ QUESTION #004
THERE IS A HOUSE FIRE. WHAT/WHO DO YOU SAVE?
"...Listen, I ain't got much to my name anymore I can't replace. Y'see this?" I raise my
wrist, pointing at a microchip - it looks like a minicomputer.
"All my cute little mementos are all up in this, or up in the cloud, or whatever. Anything
else I can get by without or replace. I'll save my own skin, thanks."
I pause for a moment, before glancing aside.
"...And Fumbles, I guess. Lazy bum wouldn't last a day without me, so I guess I'll save
his dumb behind too..."
▌ QUESTION #005
YOU GET STOOD UP FOR A DATE. WHAT IS YOUR REACTION?
I lean back in my chair, giving it a good think. I feel the corner of my mouth stretch a bit,
before I reach into my jacket to grab a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
"Mind if I smoke?" I mutter, not giving him time to respond before I light it.
"..."
A nice long drag hit the spot.
"Go about my business as usual. Ain't worth worryin' about."
An awkward silence hung in the air as the guy across from me scribbled in his dinky
notepad. He didn't really give a rat's ass either, did he?
"...We done here?" I mutter.
/ / ☆★ ⋮ — Jimmy Buffet - It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere