Rasme Gran

 Rasme never intended to be where she is today; if you'd asked her ten years ago, she would've told you that she'd be driving dirt on her father's farm on Ord Mantell, not shooting imps on Nar Shaddaa and beyond. Soon after the signing of the Treaty of Coruscant, civil war broke out on Ord Mantell and few have been spared from its destructive wake, including Rasme and her family.

Signing up with the Republic military as soon as she was able, Rasme was committed to helping the Republic drive back the insurgency that threatened the stability of her home. Circumstance was not sympathetic, however, and she now finds herself bitterly assigned far from the civil war she longs to end.

 A farm girl at heart, Rasme is loud and unapologetically unrefined. Despite her abrasiveness, Rasme is light-hearted and typically all smiles; she's quite friendly and loves to talk - she doesn't hesitate to speak her mind, and for better or worse she wears her prejudices on her sleeve. She has a very flexible sense of humor; many of her jokes are self-deprecating; it appears that part of the fun she has is usually at her own expense.

From an outsider's perspective, Rasme can appear to be erratic and undependable. Due to her upbringing, her tolerance of underhandedness (even in herself) is perhaps more relaxed than her superiors would like, but that's hardly the worst mark on her record. Described by a succession of commanders as mischievous, reckless, and even willfully insubordinate, Rasme is stubbornly and unrepentantly herself, even in the ranks of the Republic military.

Despite her naturally aggressive temperament, Rasme cares deeply for her friends and comrades. When someone she cares about is in danger, she loses her sense of humor and gets very serious, very fast. Though notorious for shirking responsibility while waiting between deployments, on missions she's focused - even if her penchant for recklessness tarnishes her performance.

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