Character Smeg, Son of Smeg

[Smeg]

The Filth King is dead!

Long live...

NAME: Smeg, Son of Smeg
FACTION: N/A
SPECIES: Skraal
AGE: Adult
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 3' 3”
WEIGHT: 43lbs
EYES: Red
FUR: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: No

[+] It's Mine Now, I Licked It! - Being the runt of the litter, Smeg had to survive by means that didn't involve brute rodent strength. Superior Skraal smarts and trickery became his ticket to a daily meal and over the years he has developed quite a light-finger and is capable of swiping other people's belongings, granted they aren't looking right at him.

[+] Prehensile Tail - This gets its own category because prehensile tails are cool. You can grab stuff with them, isn't that neat?

[+/-] What's That Coming Over the Hill? Is it a Monster? No, it's a Rat Man! - Smeg is a Skraal, and as such, he possesses the strengths and weaknesses of his species. His teeth are strong and incredibly durable and he is capable of surviving by eating ANYTHING that he can get his grubby little paws on. On the flip side, he is small, physically weak and (at least on a galactic standard) is not at all smart.

[+/-] Curiosity Killed the Cat But Not Yet the Rat - Being of an above-average intelligence for his species, Smeg is less afraid of the unknown and more curious. Of course, at the same time being of below-average intelligence for the rest of the galaxy his curiosity is often misplaced. Some places you just don't poke your nose in.

[-] Driven by His Stomach - Do you have food? Food is the giver of life and stops the rumbly tummies. Food is what he struggled for in his youth. If you offer him food (before he tries to steal it) Smeg will both get distracted from his current task and will likely do anything for such a tasty morsel.

[-] Girls Don't Make Passes at Rats Who Wear Glasses - From his white fur and red eyes, one might be able to discern that Smeg is an albino. His vision is quite poor in comparison to his peers, and he's prone to being dazzled by bright lights and struggles to adjust in low-light conditions also. He has tried to remedy this by fashioning goggles for himself, but honestly, the lenses are clear plasteel and do nothing.

Smeg is a somewhat large albino sentient rat.

With the obvious exception of his albinism, there isn't much else physically that sets the Skraal out from the rest of his species. His teeth are large and prominent, his fur is filthy and matted and his large ears are missing quite obvious chunks. Oddly enough, Smeg has managed to keep his long tail in pristine condition.

What sets him apart from the rest is not only the fact that he has white fur and red eyes but due to being a runt, Smeg is also physically smaller than your average Skraal.

Also, the googles. Trying to fix his genetically poor eyesight Smeg scavenged and made his own pair of glasses. They don't do anything to help because he obviously wasn't able to craft himself prescription, light-sensitive lenses but don't they look cool?

In terms of his personality, Smeg is surprisingly upbeat. He doesn't consider himself to be a filthy pest from the basement of the galaxy, but rather a small Skraal with all the stars at his very fingertips. In his mind, there is a limitless galaxy of wonders (and things to eat) and he plans on seeing (and eating) it all!

Unabashedly curious, Smeg likes to ask why before he does anything and much to the chagrin of those he meets, he also likes to ask why when they do anything too. You'll never learn if you never ask. It's also quite grating, like having a small and annoying child with you go, always asking questions.

In terms of morality, Smeg aims to be nicer than his peers. Nobody helped him when he was a pup and in starry-eyed idealism, he decided that he wants to help everybody that needs it. Unless food is involved, then the idealism is thrown out with the baby and the bathwater and it's all about self.

Sorry, not sorry.

In most circumstances, being the child of a King sets one up for a life upon the lap of luxury. You lounge around in opulence, occasionally waving daintily at the peasants.

Not so for Smeg, son of Smeg.

His father, The King of Filth (who still lays claim to the title of the most virile monarch in all the galaxy) had a great many children with a great many wives. Thousands, in fact and in his infinite ego, they were all named Smeg, yes, even the girls. You can imagine that it was quite difficult to manage childcare.

Mercifully for The King of Filth in Skraal society childcare is less about rearing and more about surviving.

Born upon the very lowest reaches of Coruscant, Smeg had a difficult childhood that mostly involved trying to eat and not trying to get eaten. He was the runt of the litter, both smaller and weaker than his siblings but at the very least he was also smarter. Through a combination of luck and superior wits, Smeg managed to surpass all biological expectations and survive.

Flourish, even.

Armed with a twinkling curiosity in the place of base fear, Smeg wasn't afraid to scavenge in higher layers of the city-planet (still the slums, mind you) and even established his own private nest and hoard away from the thieving hands of his numerous siblings.

He would catch glimpses of screens in his time upon the 'upper levels', finding himself enamoured with whatever he would watch, especially the food network but beyond salivating at culinary delights it was through these screens he saw other things. Other species! Other planets! He hadn't even made it to the top of Coruscant yet but in his little rodent heart, Smeg knew that he wanted to go to those places on the screens, and see those funny hairy giants that roared and try crème brûlée!

Then it happened, that twist of fate that sent everything into motion. An expose about smugglers! Smeg's eyes grew bigger than his stomach as the shiny screen presenter gave what was (rather foolishly) a guide on how to smuggle, or in Smeg's case how to be smuggled.

Goodbye, Coruscant! Hello, Galaxy!