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━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━_________________________________CHARACTER SHEET______________________________________━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ Basic Profile ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ Character's Name: Elija Darkfur Character's Age: 23 Gender: male Sexuality: bi Height: 6'4 Weight: 80kg Current Job Occupation | Job For the Clubhouse: just visiting ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ PERSONALITY ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ General Traits: a little shy when new, but a party animal once I make friends Good Traits: friendly, comfy character Bad Traits: bad jokes. I mean, really bad jokes! Likes: being in company with good-vibed folks Dislikes: negative vibes! Nope, leaving the building! Hobbies: meeting people. having sex extremely often. collecting stamps. ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ SEXUALITY ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ Preferred Role: Switch... depends on my partner. Preferred Position: I can last more than one hour when bottom / being ridden in cowgirl position. But hey, every position has its amazing quirks~ Favorite Position: Okay, if you need three, here they are: doggy, cowgirl, amazon position! (Hell yeah) TOP 5 Favored Kinks: no1: my partner must have FUN! that is my main thing in sex. When I feel that, nothing else matters. Plus: getting head, licking pussy, pure fucking for hours, laughing in bed! TOP 5 Limits: pain, scat, watersports, bitching around, not being able to take my huge tool ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ BACKSTORY ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ I stumbled here by accident. Has been a long while since I found a decent place like this - but it already feels like home. I would not get onto others qithout being questioned, but I am open minded and happy to make new friends here. Exciting! (unfortunately, there is no NSFW pic of my character. I would crop it and insert it here, but that does not seem to be possible and I don't want to go against the rules here. I am an brown horse anthro, though. ) ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━__________________________________________________________________________________━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━

━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ Basic Profile ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ Character's Name: huā hé'àn ( 花河岸, " flower " " river bank " ) ( last, first ) Character's Age: 18 Gender: female, she / her Sexuality: heterosexual Height: 5'4" Weight: 119lbs Current Job Occupation | Job For the Clubhouse: maid escort ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ PERSONALITY ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ General Traits: a kind, but naive individual. coming from a very traditional background, she's still learning the ways of modern society, the bustling city and the clubhouse. she may speak out of turn, or say something that isn't appropriate in the occasion and will not realise its implications, until someone sits her down and explains it to her. she's hard - working and loyal and is always happy to teach people about her culture. Good Traits: kind, hard - working, honest Bad Traits: naive, speaks out of turn, short tempered at times Likes: being in nature, swimming in a lake, stargazing, cooking Dislikes: drunk customers, being cooped up inside for too long, the smell of gas that cars leave behind them Hobbies: flower pressing, taking long walks outside ( especially, somewhere out of the city where there's alot of nature ) ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ SEXUALITY ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ Preferred Role: submissive Preferred Position: bottom Favorite Position: missionary, doggy style, bench pressed TOP 5 Favored Kinks: titjobs, hot dogging, cum on the face, creampies, anal TOP 5 Limits: noncon, any kind of bondage, scat, watersports, hypnosis, femdom ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ BACKSTORY ━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━ hua he'an was born in the sichuan province of china, in a small village of the mosuo people. her upbringing was pretty standard for a mosuo woman, although she never met her father like other girls did. her mother once told her that he had " escaped to the city " and although he'an loved her culture and her people, she decided from a young age that she would eventually go and look for him in the city. her family was fairly poor and she had five brothers from another father. he'an being the youngest and the only girl. from a young age, she was tutored her culture, as well as the house chores she was bound to perform for the rest of her life. those included cleaning, tending the fire, cooking, gathering firewood, feeding the livestock, and spinning and weaving. but that was far from he'an's dream to find her father. at age sixteen, she was courted by a young man from a prominent family of the mosuo and he'an's mother urged her to return his affections and have a child with him. marriage has always been of little importance in her culture. however, he'an had no interest in playing around with a man she'd potentially never see again and she turned him down, letting him know that she was " leaving soon ". true to her words, and despite her mother's tearful begging, he'an packed a bag on her eighteenth birthday and left her village in search of her father. she moved from city to city and from country to country. working odd jobs inbetween to pay for her tickets and food. when she reached the city, she was sleeping in the park, having no money to afford a motel. that was when a man approached her and asked her if she needed a roof over her head. he'an looked at him bleary - eyed and nodded. sleeping on the ground or on benches wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. the unknown man took her to the midnight clubhouse and told her to apply for a job there. the first time he'an set foot in there, she had a massive cultural shock, but she was quick to apply for a job as a maid escort ( whatever that meant ) and ask if she could stay there, since she had no place to go. she's learned english on the go, so she makes mistakes when speaking sometimes and she cannot read or write.

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You can have more characters but you have to submit another character profile for it and have it approved by the management again.

hey ! are members allowed more than one character, or is it one character per person ? i couldn't find anything in the rules about this and wasn't sure where to ask either, so if this isn't the correct place to do so, my apologies in advance.

Sonja hums.tonherself as she watches the two speak she reaches for another cookie granted of course she really shouldn't but the girl loves her sweets

Well, a few people are joining the club so perhaps we could see soon or later what is going on with some of our characters. Arish is still out there.

seiko couldn't have known that haerm was " cheating ", in a sense. but even if he knew, he would have just been grateful that he was looking out for him. at his previous jobs, there was barely any time to rest. and due to being a femboy, he was abused verbally on the regular. by clients, co - workers and his own bosses. it was a breath of fresh air, to have nice co - workers. he didn't know haerm or sonja personally, but they both seemed nice on first glance. thus, seiko was pretty happy to be working at this clubhouse. " i guess i have no choice, hm ? " he smiled shyly and sipped his daquiri. it was so nice. haerm was a good bartender with the skills to match. the cocktail was just as seiko liked it. semi - frozen and sweet, with a hint of the alcohol shining through. not enough to knock him out, thankfully. " what can we do ? we're technically still working. we can't just get up and leave, right ? " he asked. " but when our shift ends, maybe we can go to this one asian restaurant and have a meal. if you guys like asian cuisine, of course. "

Smiling, snapping his fingers as a magician would, Haerm threw the coin up, which after several turns, fell back on his hand, landing perfectly in the center of it. What the others could not know, was that Haerm knew a trick to always be successful in the toss of the coin, simply adjusting the force with which he threw the coin to make him make a number of turns he wanted. "Well... It looks like you can rest" said Haerm showing the coin to Seiko giving him a wink in the meantime. Afterwards, leaning with his elbows on the counter, Haerm looked at both of them, and smiling asked "so what do we want to do?" They were the only ones left by now, the night was about to end, but maybe there was a chance to lengthen it a little more.

seiko greeting sonja shyly and turned his attention back to haerm. being new in the picture, he wasn't sure how to react to people. if they would like him and whatnot. he'd been pretty nervous the entire time, feeling the urge to flee and lock himself in his room for the rest of the night. but he didn't. he simply sipped his drink and ate the candy haerm had offered him. he looked up at the man, who was holding a coin. heads or tails, he thought. well, his lucky side had always been tails. and he wouldn't mind relaxing in the presence of other workers for a little bit, so he spoke. his voice was soft and a little high pitched, unlike most young men his age. " tails. " he said, feeling confident that the coin would grant him some rest and relaxation, after taking on a rude client. he assumed there were always clients like this and he would eventually have to toughen up. but he was a little guy. what could he do, if someone became violent in private. if it was out in the open, security guards would escort the culprit out, of course. from what he'd gathered, the clubhouse ensured to keep its workers safe. even if said worker was a nobody who sold his body for money.

Sonja blinks innocently before sitting down her large assets softly bouncing at her motion as she fidgeted on the seat placing down the platter of , seriously how much chocolate did she put on these cookies she looked between the two softly humming to herself as she took a sip of her drink. She didn't wear a uniform per se other than the heavy brown soviet uniform that hung from her frame it's amazing that she didn't feel hot

Haerm sensed that Seiko was afraid of getting into trouble, and smilingly patted his hair, being careful not to mess it up. “Don’t worry” Seeing Sonja arrive with some cookies, Haerm greeted her kindly, motioning for her to sit at the counter with him and Seiko. Maybe her presence could help the femboy understand that he was now like family, and that he would be safe with them. Haerm immediately prepared the usual drink for Sonja, and poured for himself some water before turning his attention back to Seiko. He had sensed that he was shy and insecure, and perhaps that was why he found him curious given the work he did, but now they had to find a way to improve the evening, and since there were no more customers, they could afford a little fun. Sipping from his glass, he picked up the same coin he had left on the counter a few minutes earlier, and looking at Seiko he said: “Heads or tails, if I win you have to relax with us”

Sonja hums as comes out of the bakery with a platter of cookies l. Big smile on her face as she announced happily to everyone in the bar that she made them

seiko paused. he was new to this job and didn't want to mess it up. he was deathly afraid of being fired and having to find another disgusting apartment in some not - so - good neighborhood of the city. the clubhouse was safe. nobody was coming in without being checked, after all. and the neighborhood was pretty high class as well. crime rates were low and there wasn't much of a chance for him to get mugged or assaulted on his way back. or both, for that matter. he was a tiny fellow without much physical strength. if a bunch of thugs jumped him, he had no chance of survival. and that was what scared poor seiko the most. he'd heard plenty of horror stories from others on campus. some girls ended up in the hospital and stayed there for a long time. and seiko was a femboy. from afar, he resembled a girl perfectly. nobody would be able to tell he was a man, until they heard his voice, or saw his privates. and then it would be too late. " is that allowed ? lazying about during work hours ? " granted, there weren't many customers left. but what if someone asked for him ? there was always a chance someone he'd serviced before would show up and ask for him specifically. because, for the most part, his clients left very satisfied. he hadn't had any complaints up until now. well, excluding the drunk douchebag, who didn't remember soliciting a femboy instead of a woman. but the likelihood of him coming back and being allowed inside was nearly zero.

Haerm leaned against the counter, folding his arms under his chin, tenderly watching Seiko as he savored the treat. His delicate lips, the way his fingers brought the snack to his mouth, the subtle hint of pleasure in savoring something good. Involuntarily, Haerm blushed as he continued to watch him. “Why don’t you take the rest of the night for yourself? Rest… the other girls and boys will take care of it if there are customers looking for you…” Haerm knew well that it was not a problem if Seiko rested, and without a esitation, he motioned for him to go behind the counter, and sit on a small stool hidden under it. There were no more customers at the bar by now, and Seiko could rest and relax in Haerm’s company without the fear of being alone.

while seiko understood that this was a very private clubhouse and the staff would likely no welcome someone violent and rude back, he couldn't help worrying. that man was rich and influential, from what he'd gathered. seiko was a simple sex worker. that man could still cause him trouble outside of midnight, even though he was basically there for the majority of the day. employees had the right to reside at the club and seeing as his old and disgusting apartment was basically a dump sold for golden bars, he'd decided to move out of there and use the facilities of his new workplace as a living accomodation. it was quite nice. his room was far more comfortable than that cramped apartment. but he still left the club to meet up with the few friends he had and go to classes. naturally, none of his classmates knew about his profession, or he would be ostracised and labeled as a " slut ". he'd seen it happen before, to a really sweet girl who filmed sexual streams to make end's meat. she was bullied so much, that she had dropped out of university. seiko was still in contact with her. she was living a tough life with barely any money in her pocket, despite the popularity of her streams. he planned on asking the higher ups if it was alright for her to apply at midnight too. make her life a little easier. whether she would or not was up to her, but he would put in a good word for her. his thoughts were interrupted when haerm spoke again. seiko shook his head, his hair floating around with his movement. " he just shouted really rude things about me. things like, that in a hoax and should be fired immediately. that i promised him a passionate night and i turned out to be some ... sissy. " he sighed. he'd been called worse, but it did sting because the man had chosen him to be his companion and was well aware that seiko was a man while he was sober. one couldn't ignore the outline of his genitals showing mildly through his skin tight dress. and seiko had never claimed to be a woman, anyway. " thank you. " he muttered, when the sweets were given to him. he picked out the one in the red wrapper, assuming it was strawberry flavoured, unwapped it and popped the candy in his mouth. it was strawberry flavoured, indeed. that instantly cheered him up a little.

Hearing those words, Haerm's expression became more serious. He looked at him, without saying anything, observing again in search of details that would reveal more information. If what he believed was true, that a customer had created problems, disrespecting his colleagues and breaking the rigid etiquette of the club, that customer would not go unpunished. The Midnight was a luxury club, exclusive and one of a kind, and it does not tolerate those who break etiquette. No matter how much money, power or fame you have, at the Midnight Meetings it is class that lets you in, and if you lack it, no matter how much you pay, you will no longer be welcome. "Did someone hurt you?" Haerm finally asked, looking into his eyes where he saw himself reflected and distorted among Seiko's held back tears. ”If that’s the case… don’t worry… the club staff will take care of it…” Even though Haerm’s tone was calm and reassuring, he had let a hint of anger slip into his chosen words, as if they were a sentence. However, trying not to worry Seiko, Haerm smiled again reassuringly, and took some chocolate sweets from under the counter and handed them to his young colleague. The chocolate wrapper was a thin aluminum film, in a cubic shape, and from the different colors you could understand the different flavors you could find.

seiko didn't know his colleagues all that well just yet. they had welcomed him to the clubhouse, but he didn't have any friends within the staff yet. and he was far too shy to start a conversation. a far cry from the persona he put on when he was seducing clients ; he was radiating with confidence and knew how to use his feminity to get what he wanted. thus, he was surprised when the bartender started a conversation. seiko's head raised. his eyes were red rimmed, as if he was about to cry. but he was holding back his tears, lest he wanted to ruin his makeup. the night wasn't over yet. there could still be a client or two who required his services and he didn't wish to look messy, if someone were to call upon him. " mhm. you pronounced it right. " he nodded. it wasn't a difficult name, thankfully. and his last name was even easier, since it was english. " pleasure to meet you. " seiko said, forcing a smile. " the cocktail's really good, by the way. " and he was being honest. it was nice and frozen, like a slushie and it had the correct amount of sweetness, without it being overwhelming. though, one would expect perfection from an experienced bartender in such a luxury clubhouse. seiko had noticed that it attracted rich and influential customers. some came with their partners or wives, while others came single and in search of company. seiko didn't bother looking around for a potential client. he would much rather enjoy his drink, get a little tipsy and forget about the shouting he'd had to endure earlier. he could still feel glances being thrown at him and he shifted on his stool, uncomfortably. how he wished they would just stop staring. it wasn't exactly uncommon for a client to be a pompous asshole. seiko had heard stories before. he was glad the man hadn't been violent though. he'd rather avoid getting smacked around by a drunkard, who seemed to be upset about seiko being a guy. after all, he had chosen his companion early in the night and while entirely sober. and seiko's voice was a dead giveaway that he wasn't female. he noted the scars upon haerm's fingers, but said nothing. it wasn't his place to ask. though, he was curious as to how he had gotten them, since he seemed so carefuly when washing out the blender he had used to make the blonde's cocktail. people often had dark secrets. seiko had plenty of his own, that he'd rather keep to himself. " pleasure to meet you. are there ... angry customers often ? " he asked, wondering. he hadn't seen any other femboy workers yet, so he wasn't sure how they were treated, if they existed. most of the women seemed very popular and he always heard them babble about how good their clients were. he was a little jealous. sometimes, he wished he'd been born a woman. life would be far easier that way. not that he wanted to be a woman, really. he was happy being a femboy, but society was less than friendly to people like him. his school years were a prime example of that. he'd lost count of how many times he'd had his hair pulled and his skirts lifted, just so other guys could have a laugh about it afterwards.

Haerm watched as his lips rested on the edge of the glass, the way his fingers held it, the gaze lost in the thoughts of those who don't know what to say or do if not perhaps cry. Smiling bitterly, he had recognized the same pain he had seen in many others, and that a simple cocktail (as well done as it was) was a too temporary cure to heal that emotional wound that was so familiar to him. ”You're the newcomer, right? Seiko? I don't know if I pronounced it well...” Smiling trying to be as reassuring as possible, Haerm rests at the counter, starting to clean the blender he had just used to make his colleague's cocktail. “My name is Haerm, anyway” His hands meticulously cleaned the inner layer of the blender. He had many small scars on his fingers, as if of cuts due to an inattention in the kitchen, but from the way he moved his fingers, easily avoiding the blades of the tool turned off, it was strange that he had hurt himself that way. Finishing cleaning the blender, Haerm sat down again, but this time on the opposite side of Seiko, leaning on his own arm sinking his hand into his beard as he continued to look at Seiko.

seiko looked pretty depressed. he had always been bullied and being yelled at like that had reminded him of his childhood. his mother always screamed at him, calling him names and diminishing him. telling him that he was trash and would never amount to anything. blaming him for not having been born a girl, like she had wanted. but seiko had embraced himself as he was. a young man who looked so feminine, he could easily pass for a woman. a " femboy ", as he described himself. many men were into that and so was the man from earlier. he'd known all along that seiko wasn't born female and he seemed fine with it when he had requested company. but it seemed drinking had clouded his memory, because he shouted that he'd been tricked into hanging out with a man. he also pointed out how seiko was " gross ", before getting up and leaving. as soon as the cocktail was pushed his way, seiko took a generous sip and let the semi - frozen liquid slide down his throat. the sweet taste of strawberry masked the alcoholic taste of rum, just as he liked. he looked at the bartender, who spoke to him and pursed his lips. " yeah. something like that. " he mumbled, looking at his hands. what was life like for people who were happy, he wondered.

Haerm was strangely surprised to see his colleague sit down and ask for a drink, but without thinking too much he left the coin on the counter and went to the other side and immediately started preparing the cocktail. He didn't say anything as he mixed the rum with the fruit, but he discreetly observed his colleague sitting and his melancholic expression as he waited for a sip of nectar to get him through the night. With care and finesse, he prepared the cocktail glass where he later poured the now ready drink. "Tough night?" he asked politely as he handed him the drink, letting it slide slowly from his fingers to his.

seiko had only been working at the clubhouse for a couple of days and he was already fairly popular with clients. thankfully, he didn't have any rude or violent ones up until now. the one he was supposed to keep company to seemed to be growing a little frustrated. seiko wasn't sure why. perhaps, it was due to the drinks he'd had. he was one of the last ones remaining, so he was easy to pick out of the nonexistent crowd. he was actively shouting and waving his finger at seiko, who kept his head lowered and mumbled apologies. sadly, he couldn't get up and leave. this man had chosen him to be his companion for the night and seiko had to see this " mission " through. the man finally stopped shouting and drowned his drink, before standing up. he tossed a hundred dollar bill at seiko and left. or rather, stomped outside. he'd made quite the scene. workers and customers stared at the blonde sex worker, who seemed like he was about to cry. he grabbed the money and stood, feeling utterly humiliated by the situation. after a few minutes, everyone went back to what they were doing. thankfully, because seiko couldn't handle anymore attention. he went to the bar with the intention of having a drink. he needed it right now. surely, it wasn't against the rules to have a drink when not otherwise occupied. he approached the redheaded bartender and finally raised his head. he looked pretty pitiful, but beautiful overall. bold makeup enhanced his features and the skin tight dress he was wearing was showing off his lithe figure. " can i have a strawberry daquiri ? " he asked, taking a seat on one of the stools and sighing. he hadn't expected this job to be so tough. but it was a job, nonetheless. and god knew that he needed the money. he was poor, after all.

Haerm has been working at the Midnight for a long time, and between a cocktail and a beer served, he often felt a sense of boredom and monotony, especially in the last period, when there was not much news. In those moments, when perhaps the customers were starting to be fewer, and almost no one came to get a drink, you could see him playing with his fingers on the bar counter, following a musical rhythm while he read or wrote in a notebook, or experimenting with new combinations for drinks, creating elaborate cocktails with strong and intriguing flavors. But tonight, Haerm was doing none of these things... The customers had almost all left by now, and he had finished cleaning, but there were still hours to go until the end of his shift. So he decided to sit in front of the counter, as if he were a customer, and rest a bit, with his head resting on the shelf while he gesticulated with a coin between the fingers of his left hand.

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