Pleewee did not have a nice life to live. He was born in rural Rodia. However, due to clan infighting, he never had a good, nice, peaceful childhood. His parents, his grandparents and all his ancestors were trackers for the Chechai clan: whether it was Rodia's big game they were after or from time to time, even more dangerous prey, the family line never let the clan down.

Pleewee was raised in a harsh, almost cruel manner...just the way a good tracker and hunter is supposed to be. After all, the moors, swamps and its inhabitants, let alone prey that shoots back, will not be kind to the hunter if they can help it. He became good. Very good. And with the skill came the attitude. He became flippant. Ignorant. Too reliant on his skills, too arrogant to care. Catastrophe was bound to happen.

And it did indeed. It turned out that during a manhunt, out of ignorance, he used a detonator round instead of a stun round in the family's traditional hunting rifle. He took out the target for good...it would have been difficult to collect whatever remained of the Twi'lek into a honey pot. There was no delivery. And if you disappoint the Hutts, they will do their best to disappoint you in return.

His parents died, his beloved grandfather perished, they left him to live with this burden, laughing as they did. Even worse, they took the family heirloom Model 38 Sharpshooter gun.

Pleewee survived as it was intended, and he swore revenge...probably as it was intended.

Right now, he is resting in Nar Shaddaa, after successfully evacuating a client from Dantooine, where the client was endangered by a swoop gang. He and his fellow hunters pulled it off by not killing anybody - no bystanders, no swoop gang members, not even the client. It was almost like a blue milk run.

His motivation is a list of five:

- the Clawdite called Clamshell
- the Rodian called Teemo
- the Aqualish called Skugg
- the Twi'lek called Peh'Hina
- the Hutt they call Ghedda.

They shall perish.

Score to Settle 15: - Pleewee has five people to score the settle of slaying his family and stealing his Sharpshooter Slugthrower with. He will not rest until he can take them on and take them out (I imagined that if he can kill some of the marks, this obligation would go down).

Bad Reputation 5: His first real manhunt ended badly, with the mark dying instead of being captured. He will probably never be able to work this obligation down, as it is much more of a reputation by now. He will be mocked for choosing the wrong ammo for the rest of his natural life.

Most Rodians are green. Pleewee's scales, however, turn into ochre at places. He never goes anywhere without his knife, Fang, He always wears comfortable clothes that are more tight than loose - this is to prevent being tangled in branches in the jungle or anywhere else.

It's never very convenient to look a Rodian into the eye, it's hard to do it with Pleewee as his fashion choice typically involves a pair of stylish glareshades, his only item of luxury.