Name: Jey'thronotel al'Peratanya-Belonte. But ya'll can call me Jethro, ya hear? Big Jethro Belo fer the gov'ment types.
Sex: Bet yer boots I'm male.
Race: Half-robot Half-human. Some folk try to call me 'android' but I ain't havin' none of it. Pappy laid Maw down on that workbench just like any other folk wantin' steamy hot lovin' just drippin' with oil, and I sez I'm one-half robot. I don't rightly know how all my bits work the way they do, but damn me to the dusty wrath of the Machine God if they ain't the finest biomechanical artistry this side o' Orion.
Primary Discipline: EEX-plosions, boyo! If it goes outta my workshops it's liable to blow, don'tcha know? Big Jethro uses only the most re-fined and questionably stable crystal matrices for his bombs, charges, granadas, and surprise birthday cakes. They'll go up in firebursts, ice spikes, clouds o' gas, sprays of acid, and damned near anything else ya want. Lots o' purdy colors, too! And there at the center of every one is a perfectly carved and inlaid runic diagram in the central trigger crystal. Why, I even use the same sort as in my 'bots and assemblies, even if they're a mite smaller.
In fact, I reckon that my bombs might be smarter than you. They're a sight better lookin', at any rate, and ain't that the truth!
Gift Trait: Wild Inventor. That's right, every consarned thing I make is a fine piece of work, even the ones that'll blow yer hand off as soon as the other fella's head! Come on down and see what I've got, maybe help me test a few! I ain't responsible if'n ya hurt yerself, 'course.