CT-1245 "Notches" learned a long time ago that the longer a battle went on, the more of his brothers died. He began hunting officers and tactical droids, making a mark on his helmet for each one he retired. When Order 66 was given, he turned that deadly aim upon his generals, and although he claims not to remember exactly what he did during that time of madness, there are three marks on his helmet he has clearly tried to erase at some point.

He resented deeply being retired from the Grand Army when the Empire rose - in his mind, there were still threats to stability out there, still pockets of CIS resistance and still agents of chaos threatening his brothers. He never formally joined the Rebellion, instead working as a bounty hunter and peacekeeper on the fringes of the Empire, putting down dissidents on all sides of the political spectrum in the interests of keeping the peace.

He's old now, his bones hurt and his eye isn't what it used to be. He has slowly come to realise that it doesn't matter how many generals or officers or politicos he retires, there will always be another one, eager to throw bodies into the furnace for the sake of a quick credit.

Notches wants to do two things, now - keep his brothers and sisters alive, and settle down with a puffer pig farm somewhere quiet and peaceful. He's too old for another war, but one last score might be all that he needs...

An old and grizzled clone, face deeply lined and weathered from being out in the sun too much. He wears his hair long and tied back in a loose ponytail. His helmet is covered in tiny five-bar gates - marks from his successful career.