DoucheBag Robot for TFM dnd

Name:           D0ucheBag Robot
Gender:         Male
Race:           Automaton
Class:          Trickster
Age:            2 (Personality is of a 20 year old)
Deity:          Greek Gods (He was built in a greek themed sorority)
Alignment:      Chaotic Neutral
Skills:
CON ARTIST: on success, whatever you say, no one thinks you are trying to deceive them. Characters with evidence or knowledge contrary to your claim may still readily disprove you. Outlandish or ridiculous statements can still get you in trouble. Can also forge documents and with the resources can counterfeit small items.
MIMIC SOUND: You can mimic almost to perfection any sound you have heard, be it an orchestra playing or the growling of a wild beast. This skill cannot be used to imitate other sound-based skills.
DISGUISE: Pretends to be someone else. Min 21+ allows the user to pass as a generic person (a guard, a noble, a commoner, etc);29 + allows the user to pass as a specific person.
CHEAP SHOT: weapon; outside of combat, this skill is automatic and renders the target helpless. In combat, 18+ renders the target helpless. Does less damage than normal attacks.

Inventory:
(Equipped)
Backwards Red baseball cap
A Frayed Red Lettermen Jacket
An iron bat
(within pocket)
some low resolution pornographic photos
a bag of weed
20 bucks
A half eaten slim jim

Stats
Constitution: 1
Intelligence: 0
Wisdom: 0
Charisma: 1
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 1

Description:
An infathomable mystery to comprehend as to why someone would construct the perfect Douchebag. DoucheBag robot had been built in the most diabolical of laboratories by one of the most vulgar of mad scientists in the Great city Twin Galatica. His sole purpose was to be a total douche, but he was built as a buddy to play video games, get high, and hang out with. 6 months after his unfortunate creation Douchebag Robot's creator had died in an attempt at winning a game of dodge the laser. The mad bastard thought he could impress his friends but at the end was unfortuanetly sawed in half by the lethal laser beam. At which point Douchebag Robot mourned his best friend's death with the exact words "What a faggot.. beep. boop." and left Twin Galactica because he thought it was lame. He now searches for a new gang to get high with and play video games.