Post by Kella on Dec 5, 2009 18:18:58 GMT -5
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Race: Otolla Gungan
Age: 21
Height: 5'10
Weight: 135 lbs
Appearance:
Glem is an Otolla Gungan, making her of the slimmer, lankier variety. She's generally aesthetically pleasing to the humanoid variety, if only not a pain to look at. Her skin is light lilac, mottled with pale orange on her stomach, underneath her chin, the tips of her ears, and the palms of her hands. Her sharp eyes are dark violet, and she usually avoids extending her eye-stalks, but she will when she has to, or when it benefits her.
Glem can usually be found with her two haillu (ears) pulled back into a seaweed-hemp tie. She generally wears loose-fitting Cargo-style pants which drop just past her knees, pockets stuffed with all different manners of odds and ends, supplies and weapons, in-case-of-emergency's, and just-in-case's. They're held up by a wide woven belt, which incorporates strands of tan hemp and dark green. She also wears a fine-weave canvas tank, pale green to offset her lilac skin. It's collared; not quite loose but not quite tight.
Glem has a unique set of body tattoos. Swirling bands trace across and around her lower arms, curling back upon themselves. Similar tattoos can be found on her haillu, down the center of her back, and along the back of her calves. They're deep violet, almost black, and glisten like wet ink when the light hits them just right.
Glem carries a sporting blaster on her hip, though she rarely uses it. Her pockets are stuffed with all sorts of things; including plentiful smoke-bombs and a few different types of grenades. One usually doesn't know what Glem's going to come out with until she already has. However, Glem still seems to somehow have it all organized.
Glem keeps the nails on her hands and feet pained a deep, glistening poison-green. The serum which she uses is specially designed to make her nails stronger, sharper, and to imbue her scratch with a mild irritant, making injuries markedly more likely to become infected.
Glem looks as young as her twenty-one years suggest, if one ignores the fact that she acts much older. She already has a world-weary air about her.
Glem can often be found carrying a walking stick; a gnarled old tree-branch polished to perfection, scarred by many a battle. The wood is mottled white and black, with swirls of deep brown vein. Glem can easily heft the staff as a weapon, making up for her slight form.
It wasn't long after leaving Naboo that Glem forced herself to learn proper basic -- the ridicule she earned because of her accent had incited the Gungan's fire. Glem isn't clumsy in movement, nor in thought. In fact, she can be very deliberate when she wants to be.
Glem has been deeply scarred by the past. There has been no running for her, and every day her tattoos remind her of those awful memories. Once scorned and twice afraid, Glem doesn't trust easily -- if at all. She's paranoid and suspicious, and there are times in which she entertains conspiracy theories. Dark, cynical, and snappish, Glem's quite unpleasant to be around -- unless you share her twisted sense of humor.
Running a courier business has forced her to be able to take up a mantle of professionalism -- though she's sure to be keeping a less-than-flattering silent commentary.
Beware inciting the wrath of this Gungan, or making her feel claustrophobic. Both are conducive to bodily harm.
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Greek
Glem's pet Gizka.
The poor thing was in the care of some shady exotic animal dealers. He's a mutant, you see -- Greek has a pair of vestigle limbs rooted in his shoulders, and their fingers have a decent amount of dexterity. His eyes are also bold and prominent -- more than capable of the 'puppy-dog' look. He's really cute. Until he eats your lunch.
Greek (usually) obeys Glem's every beck and call, and is rather clever when left to his own devices. Nothing motivates him more than food, and the little pirate will pillage shamelessly.
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Threads:
Of Treachery, Subterfuge, and Packages.: There's nothing more entertaining than turning down a Job offer from a mentally deranged woman.
Smooth Sailing: As if getting stuck on Tatooine weren't enough, Glem now has a price on her head. Maybe it would have been better to die in that sandstorm. (Ongoing)
Contract for Disaster: Just another day in the Cantina, complete with deranged slug-throwing assassins, Grey Jedi, mercenary grenades, and having one's Gizka kidnapped. (Ongoing, open)
Duels:
VS Lee Ru Bass
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Quotes:
"Do I look like I need help?"
"I deliver messages. And Parcels. Kinda like it says in the name. Faster than anyone else around here, mind you. I've a knack for shortcuts. I know this place better than most of the locals. Sound useful?"
"Great, so now somebody's out to capture me. Not kill me, no, of course not, death would be too merciful, no, somebody wants to capture me again! Let him try, stupid son of a nerf-herder... This was bound to happen sooner or later! Offended somebody, supplied a competitor, this is what happens in your business Glem, you told yourself that when you signed up, but did you listen? Noooo, and now somebody's out to capture you..."
"Kill me. Please."