You Are: Machinist Funky Phezzie
When people talk about you, they either shake their heads with a smile or regale each other with memories of your antics. Your friends describe you as their beloved class clown. Your enemies describe you as disgusting. Both are true. What your enemies say only makes you laugh.
You're not bothered by much. You're cheerful and almost never get stressed. But despite being highly adaptable, you need your creature comforts—plentiful food (you're not picky), the odd day off (you like to put your feet up) and the company of friends (you've got lots). You have an extremely low tolerance for a lack of any of those comforts, without which you get intolerably morose.
You are always preceded by either your reputation, your loud guffaw or your unfathomable stink. You are sometimes excluded from the most delicate or serious of endeavours because of these qualities. When this happens, you shrug and take the opportunity to kick back. You never say no to anything, enjoy an audience and relish the chance to get dirty in the pursuit of a greater goal. You are somewhat limited by strange quirks (for instance, you might believe that bathing before an important mission brings bad luck).
You are superstitious, gullible and wildly endearing. You can’t resist a dare, which has gotten you into trouble on more than one occasion. But you're cool with that.
Machinist FUNKY Phezekiah is said to have not bathed in many years, and thus does not accompany the crew on ambush or downwind-facing missions. He is in charge of engineworks and all metal moving parts.