Work in Progress - randomly generated and liked the first roll, intended for jedion357's Clarion Royal Marine game. Subject to change 

Description - shorter and underweight by dralasite standards, light grey skin and dark grey eyespots. Typical limb formation is three arms and two legs in a "standard humanoid" stance with the third limb extending from the middle of his "back". His physical appearance would be considered as less than attractive, having grown up with the budling moniker of "pre-chewed food" given to him by antagonizing human classmates in school.

Background

Slightly smaller in stature than an average dralasite, Grelude quickly learned the art of fielding an insult. Hailing from the higher grav world of New Pale, his stature is naturally stocky. Having been rejected on several applications to Streel Corporation, Grelude earned enough from odd jobs to purchase a one way starliner ticket to Clarion where some promising work was being offered in their local planetary militia.

Generally rude, lewd, and crude in personality, this pre-chewed piece of food type dude caught on quickly to the local residents' preference for their homeworld's name. "It's NOT Gollywog, Frag-hole" became his personal trademarked expression, one that has incited more than one bar room brawl with other offworlders. If there's one thing Grelude loves, it's getting into a verbal and/or physical ruckus. As such, those that get to know him eventually find out that his tirade of insults is usually in good nature, as having grown up on a non-dralasite world that evolved into his version of dry humor. But when he starts reaching for a chair, bottle, mug, or any other faux club type weapon...friends know his verbal assault is about to turn physical.

Close friends also discovered that his third arm is typically already wielding such a makeshift weapon from the get go.