Job: Merchant 
Gimmick: Duct Tape and Chicken Wire 
Weakness: Full of Bad Ideas 
Barter (nv) +3
Big Guns (bo)
Energy Weapons(br) +1
Explosives (br) +1
Melee Weapons (bo)
Repair (br) +2
Small Guns (bo)
Speech (nv) +1
Perks: Scrounger [+2 to job when searching for stuff]
Lead Belly [50% of increased healing from natural food sources]
Equipment: Reef Blower [shotgun], Rock Crusher [vehicle], boat gas tank, boat brake, kelp cutter blade, 3 rations of snailrat, copy of the Wastelands Survival Guide, motorboat helmet w/goggles, pocketed trader outfit, 75 KelpCaps
General Info: You're a starfish with a keen eye for uses for useless junk. Ever since the fallout occurred, you've been scrounging the wastes for trinkets and treasures so that you can make a living. Not bad for a guy who spends most of the time under a rock.
Things haven't been too bad; you've scraped by here and there, and have even managed to make your rock house a mobile conveyance, one of the few left in the wastelands. Your business is getting better now that you're more mobile, but there is trouble brewing.
You've seen the strange eye-bots flying around, spewing out the stupid recordings of that Sheldon J Plankton fellow. He sounds important, and is talking about finding a legendary formula to help put things right again. You don't trust him, but the idea of getting your mitts on that formula doesn't sound too bad to you.