Schmarmee
tea dealer
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Schmarmee is a pale green Rodian. Most often spotted in dusty clothes he attempts to keep tidy. He has a blaster pistol holstered on each hip, and his most noticeable accessory is the single emerald earring that hangs from his left ear.
INVENTORY
Two DT-12 Blaster Pistols.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Schmarmee leads with his heart a bit more than his head sometimes. He's talkative and likes to ask questions, which isn't always the best in his current line of work. Will enthusiastically give his opinion if asked. Good at keeping most secrets from most people as he will always tell those closest to him the latest news. Believes that basic respect should be common courtesy, especially toward people who haven't wronged him... yet.
STRENGTHS
Empathetic. Creative. Tries to be a team player.
WEAKNESSES
Can be a bit cowardly. Loves to gossip and will sometimes say too much, or the wrong thing at the wrong time.
HISTORY
What does a Rodian have to do to get some respect around here?
Schmarmee has a simple dream: To feel respected. To be content.
And he knows what he doesn't want: A boss who treats him like dirt! It seems like a tough ask, but maybe it'll happen eventually.
Currently, Schmarmee is a smuggler, tasked with picking things up and putting them down, guarding goods, and taking down anyone who threatens the fluidity of daily operations. It has begun to grow a bit stale as living a life of crime means constant interaction with individuals who could be described as less than kind. Coming from a long line of bounty hunters, smugglers, and the like, one could say that it was simply fate that Schmarmee would end up tangled in the same dark corners of the galaxy as his predecessors. And you can call it what you want. Say he was dealt a bad hand, that it was destiny, that he could turn his life around any day if he just went for it. The next boss will be better, the next base will be cleaner, the next batch of coworkers just a bit nicer. Maybe he'll die before finding some semblance of inner peace, or he'll give up and waste away in a dirty bar in some forgotten corner of the galaxy. It doesn't matter. Only one thing is for certain.
Schmarmee is going to complain the entire time.
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