BladeRunner

Could add some roles so people don't feel like they're forced out of a particular one. Basic roles, you got fighter pilots, medics/doctors under the medical specialist, etc. etc. Could also do an Infantry type deal.

For ground vehicles: The MAV3 "Wolverine" is an anti air unit with two missile pod chassis designed to carry large payloads of ground-to-air missiles. These missiles however can be used for sieges against other ground units as artillery however normally that's not necessarily. It also features an anti-tank recoilless rifle at its front along with an attached grenade launcher. Next is the M5 Abrams "Tiger" which is the main battle tank that's currently in use apparently from over ten decades ago. It is large and bulky, built to withstand other tank fire including anti tank ordnance, it can traverse almost any climate with little to no issues. The TAFAV4 "Tomcat" is a fast attack vehicle and is also used for a variety of tasks. The armored truck comes with an overhead gunners seat, which is equipped with a HMG capable of delivering devastation to infantry and light armored vehicles. It is a generally used and useful vehicle. And lastly, the TAHAPC12 "Cougar" is an amphibious armored personnel carrier made to go long distances and provide fire support or go directly into the heat of combat. It is equipped with an anti-tank cannon capable of also delivering EMP shells to enemies vehicles/fortifications dependant on energy shielding, firing two shells/rounds per second. It also comes with two side LMGs for support against external enemies.

A few ideas I was thinking when it came to space battles/dogfighting or even aerial assault it'd be a good idea to have a few craft that could do so. Probably limited to only a few: The L23 Lance, which would be capable of fighting in orbit/above orbit, the main fighter craft. Then there is then R7 Warhammer which is a bomber that acts as a transport on/off world. It can be used for fire support and also second as a mobile base temporarily. There would be the XS1 Hellkite which are limited to two, they are designed as stealth bombers, reconnaissance craft, and are capable of delivering heavy payloads or providing air support from far above. They are large, but can be "folded/condensed" into a hangar space to help with alleviating room. And finally there is the MK. V Warpick, which is a heavy fighter capable of delivering powerful support behind Lancers or when handling up on armored vehicles. Pretty much the A10 Warthog but s p a c e That's what I have for air units.

Occupation: Commander Name: Joseph Briggs Race: Human; Super Human Age: 46 Sex: Male Sexuality: Straight Personality: Straightforward and to the point in both mind and vocabulary. He is a no nonsense man with patience for tactics and warfare... But not the common civilian lifestyle. Stoic and rather enjoying solitude, the military life is what Joseph grew up with and is what he'd die in. He can't stand crowds of "bureaucratic bullshit" and prefers small gatherings or simply spending time on his own. He can be sharp, vulgar, and unprofessional at times granted his position would have him act otherwise, and he tends to be brutally honest. Skill: Joseph is a natural leader and a decent tactician, however his skills lie more so in combat and military applications. Being a former sergeant in the Earth Defense Military, he has knowledge of tools, vehicles and weapons that could be utilized properly however his study in the "Scum" force allows him insight on the event they're fighting. He is extremely proficient in CQC/CQB, marksmanship, and has bionic/biomechanical implants that enhance his strength, speed, durability and reflexes beyond that of a Humans. Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed, physique, reflexes and faster thought process. Has been trained in mostly Xenti-designed weapons, is an expert in Human weapons, explosives, and vehicles, and is proficient in a variety of martial arts. Due to the Hunter Program, Joseph also has an enhanced night vision in low light areas, his sense of hearing and smell are also enhanced. Bio: Born in Fort Worth, Texas, Joseph was raised in a military family in a low income area. Despite the area, he spent most his time in a nearby military base around his father, Jason Briggs, who served in the final days of the assault against the Xenti; a man known for breaking multiple Xenti sieges making him a legend amongst the Human remnants. And despite having his father's discipline… Joseph also adopted Jason's fury and habits to fight. At the age of 18, Joseph enrolled into a military academy where he clearly was a prodigy of his father, where he excelled in all simulations, tests, and a variety of studies however it was apparent he didn't take much of it seriously. Halfway through graduation he'd gotten into a fight at a bar and left three high ranking officers and two captains in hospital beds, since then he had been kicked out of the academy. That didn't stop the young man. At 23, Joseph went into the Earth Defense Military in Amarillo, Texas, where he had proven to be an exceptional individual. Upon getting into a fight with his commanding officer over a controversial topic, the military intelligence looked into his record and instead of court martialing the rowdy man, a general by the name of Gregory Thompson approached Joe with two options: get court martialed or serve under a different branch of his choosing. Choosing the latter, Joe was sent into a secret service known as Hunters who specializes in a variety of things, more particularly in Xenti technology and overall military applications. After discovering his quick adaptation to any given situation, the director of the program had Joseph physically modified to help better combat the Xenti as well as any given force, like any other Hunter. Serving in the years as a Hunter, Joseph was proficient in his actions in hunting down Xenti remnants, terrorists, and other enemies the government/military found fit. This was varied between assassinations, reconnaissance, infiltration, front line assault, and other situations Hunters we're acclimated and trained for. It wasn't until an accident had happened where Joe was critically wounded, and despite making a full recovery he was honorably discharged to pursue his life. That wasn't enough, so he joined the Black Star Voyage as a Second Commander, and given his knowledge, the 33 year old man felt his usefulness wasn't done for. As reluctant as several of the higher command were to allow the Hunter to lead aboard a ship, he had exceeded a variety of tests and scenarios and proved he was fit for the job, earning his life back into the military. However Joseph's record was forged by the Hunter Programs director to help hide his identity from the project, marking him as a Marine Sergeant, and the only other people who know of his true military background are the Captain and the First Commander. Kinks: Lactation, taller women and short stacks, sundresses or tight- really tight fitting clothing. (Personally I haven't experienced anything beyond lactation as a kink, so I'm up for about anything) What is Attractive to them in another person: Joseph is a mature person with an even attitude, he's open to quote a bit of conversations and dresses in simple uniform. He's reserved and handles up on business, he also knows plumbing, electronics, how to fix vehicles and is quite good at fixing up houses. Those who have fought in the Human-Xenti War can easily get a conversation of the war from Joseph, and can relate to his situations and thereof. Cock Size And Look (Optional,Male and Futa): 12in. regular, Human phallus Occupation: (Reconnaissance/Lancer Pilot when needed) Security Specialist Name: MASS229D, "Mass" Race: Combat Droid Age: 86 Sex: Male Sexuality: Straight Personality: By design, Mass was made to take orders and fulfill his mission to a tee. However like all combat droids/AI that have survived long enough, he is learning Human nature and even developed his own personality. "Youthful" in comparison to older units, Mass is seen as a warm, welcoming, and helpful individual that only wishes the best of others. He is still learning humor and deep emotions such as happiness, sadness, and anger, and will rarely lash out or show these emotions. Skill: The Military Applications Scout System, or Mass for short, was designed to be a light reconnaissance droid capable of faster thought process than Humans, a variety of combat systems such as Close Quarters Combat/Battle, Infiltration, stealth, marksmanship; and comes equipped with a vehicles/weapons diagnostic system, an active camouflage, night vision/thermal imaging, a 16x magnification system, and a language/memory systems that allows "him" to decipher and store a variety of languages and cultures based on combat situations. Abilities: Onboarding language board and cultural system, night vision, thermal sight, variable 16x magnification telescoping, strength and speed that far surpasses Human capabilities when applied, multiple martial arts are programmed into the memory banks then tested until perfected. Due to the type of material he was made of, Mass is ideal for being sent to planets that Humans cannot survive on such like extreme climate. Additionally, Mass has a camouflage system built into him, when active it can allow his plating and other parts to change color and blend in with whatever environment. Bio: Produced during the Xenti invasion, Mass was designed for combat use more so in reconnaissance and long-term assault. During his time, Mass much Le others of his kind were instrumental in downloading Xenti technology, tactics, and further battle plans, as well as aiding soldiers on the front lines and much more. After the war ended with Humanity as victor, Mass worked in special operations as an informant and scout rooting out Xenti and terrorist organizations possessing said technology. After all this time, Mass slowly grew a conscience and was already self aware, even known to leading his own squads and groups after they lose a squad captain. His creators deemed Mass a sentient being and he should pursue his path alongside another bio-droid (turned into androids), Mace. Although the military were very adamant on this idea, they allowed for these two "individuals" to go on with their lives if they so chose, and the pair chose to go on the Black Star Voyage to record other lives outside Earth. Kinks: N/A What is Attractive to them in another person: Mass is seen as welcoming and warm, straight to the point and even helpful on a variety of matters. Cock Size And Look (Optional,Male and Futa): 14in. Twin phallus that are slender in appearance, and glow a bioluminescent orange. Occupation: Medic (Under Medical Officer)/Combat Support Name: MACM138C, "Mace" Race: Combat Droid Age: 84 Sex: Female Sexuality: Pansexual Personality: Mace is designed to apply aid to wounded military personnel and civilians, however due to her ever evolving AI, she is shown to be blunt, honest, but soft around the corners. While she is still learning Human emotion, Mace tends to lean toward habits such as boot tapping or clicking pens over and over. Moreover, she has a curiosity about various sentient species, how they function and their sexual drive... The last portion was due to a perverted nurse corrupting Mace's memory banks. Skill: Designed at a time when combat medics were being more and more destroyed on the front lines, the Military Applications Combat Medic was designed to be a front lines combat droid with deep medical knowledge of that field, even capable of dealing with serious surgeries and can scan/diagnose the body for any symptoms/problems. The MACM is equipped with a drop shield that span a dome radius of 15ft that protects individuals from incoming fire, however the force field does not allow for anyone to enter or exit unless broken. "Mace" is also equipped with an emergency medic/trauma kit used for wounded soldiers, as well as a thermal imaging/night vision in any given situation, she also has an onboard radar system that picks up nearby lifeforms/movements in a 50 meter radius. Abilities: Night/Thermal vision, Drop Shield, Knowledge of all things drug and medical related, temporary enhancement to physical prowess to overpower foes in close combat. Bio: MACM138C was produced during the war as a combat medic, sent to the front lines to aid wounded soldiers. Her time fighting against the Xenti allowed Mace to further understand the anatomy of the aliens and further on Humans, and became "sentient" she started to understand emotion, even expressing at times. Many units like her allowed the Human frontier to learn about the Xenti in many ways, however after the war these units were used as nurses and doctors, and Mace wanted something more than that. Paired with a recon droid Mass, the two were some of the first bio-droids to gain this sentience so they were given a choice to pursue their course in life. Surprisingly the pair went on to board the Black Star Voyage where they would live their lives as part of the ship and crew. Kinks: N/A What is Attractive to them in another person: Mace can be seen as soft and knowledgeable, she has a voluptuous form given her F-Cup synthetic breasts and thick thighs giving her an appeasing look. Beyond that Mace is will to experiment. Cock Size And Look (Optional,Male and Futa): N/A

Thinking I'm taking a back seat to world building. I'll still throw out ideas from time to time as they come up but I'm in a few projects already. And if you don't mind I'd like to transfer my three characters if that is alright with y'all.

Figured I can compile the characters into one list, don't see the point in making separate posts. Each char is gonna be played seperate abd according to their world... Or given other's preferences, I can play multiple characters. I'll add to this list in time and will make sure they're separated by settings. ___________________________ Fantasy Characters Name: Johnathan Creed Gender: Male Species: Human Domain: Earth Age: 47 Height: 6'10" Hair: Short, unkempt brown peppered with gray strands Eyes: Hazel Green/Blue Characteristics: An exiled Paladin traveling the Continent of Alastar, Johnathan Creed is a individual who works for coin slaying beasts and collecting bounties. He is generally a quiet fellow with a harsh past, utilizing his wits and physical prowess whilst combining those with his Miracles and the few Hexes he possess. While intimidating from the outside perspective even cold if not solitary, he is actually a gentle giant by nature who seeks peace... But given the world full of waring kingdoms and dangerous beasts, peace isn’t always an option. Johnathan has scars from various battles all along his body but between the skin that's still there are ritualistic tattoos of his former religion. He is a tall, Caucasian that is heavyset in muscle, but one shouldn't judge his size as he is extremely fast and nimble. The former Paladin has on worn and gray iron plated armor that is held together by rivets and straps, even in its ruined state it provides the basic duties of protection at the highest degree. Johnathan also possesses a thick, long black katana and a pair of dual Uchigitanas, as well as a heavy metal bow and an alchemists kit; there are several scrolls he keeps on hand as well as a grimoire and a tome. Orientation: Straight Name: Gender: Male Species: Domain: Age: Height: Hair: Eyes: Characteristics: Orientation:

Sp that was her answer, it was reasonable but he had to disagree with Texas' statement about being around assholes. Well, Amon had to internally admit she had a point. Assholes were easier to deal with than the overly nice people of Sweet Treat, the assholes had been typically easy to read, they were "funner" given Amon constantly fought with and insulted them. In some ways he was like that, it was best to keep him from crowds especially when he beat Latte half to death. That particular man was indeed a royal prissy cunt but most likely didn't deserve the "Handymans" wrath, that was a serious ass chewing he had to take. "What do I feel about the island... I honesty agree with you about people being a bit too nice, it's welcoming no doubt, weird at first but you kinda get used to it after a while. I prefer to stay my lane and get my work done. I came to this place by accident, believe it or not, had a boat ticket for Hawaii and it got mixed up, was extremely paranoid because of... The openness. The island has settled with me mostly, still getting used to the oddities even after two years, monsters aren't easy to hunt, plumbing gets out of hand, I don't even have an understanding of magic related issues but it gets done." Upon approaching the massive workshop, Amon slowed it as he made his turn to the cover of the trees that lined that pathway of the fenced entrance area. Parking the ATV just outside the complex, he gets out and stuffs the keys into his pocket then turns to walk toward the buildings doors. His project wasn't quite done yet, but once it was, it was the answer to heavy firepower in case there was a major monster issue... Or pirates. As he opens the door, he gestured for Texas to walk through first, figured taking the interior hallways through the lobby area was better to catch that fresh A/C.

"Hm... Maybe I can get John involved too? I know he isn't the best at socializing but maybe it could help his sharp edges. Thank you, Ginger." Tracy says with a genuine not-so shy smile. So this was what a confidence boost felt like? This is something he could get behind- "I'm here! Lolli~! Where's my favorite playmate, Ginger?" Who was that, Tracy wondered. He looked to an individual who was feminine looking, another man like himself and Lollipop. There was a raised brow and the internal question if this was what Tracy looked like, and with no negativity he could definitely say that Cherrybomb was stunning to look at. This was someone who had taste... Only if Tracy was still into guys he'd definitely- "That's our cue. Give me a sec to get my stuff make sure Cinna in the kitchen is gonna be fine. Then we can go do what ever you want. Oh, and Cherry's a troublemaker so try not let him talk you into anything. I'll be right back." Ginger said as she takes off quickly to grab something. Tracy for his part takes an empty to-go box and slides the 3/4ths portion of hid food into it. He quickly finished off the remaining lemonade and stands up, waiting for Ginger, of course he watched Cherrybomb and Lollipop from his peripheral just to see what would happen.

"I... Really?" Tracy asked, then looking to Lollipop who was a little less enthusiastic to say the least. Tracy didn't realize how much the blonde looked a little more feminine just like himself, albeit the white haired fellow wasn't wearing his usual outfit, he was dressed more in a work uniform fron the day. In contrast Lollipop was more eye candy than he was... Maybe he shouldn't doubt his appearance so much? Maybe Tracy should work for the hotel staff for a change? It could warrant a good confidence boost albeit Ginger was already doing just that. With a smile, he said, "Thank you... I don't really get much for compliments. I guess that's something I'll look into, I really wanna continue to work with John but I don't want to hurt his feelings if I change positions... I could definitely try hotel work."

Tracy was left on his lonesome when Amon and Texas left. Since day one he's been attached to his larger friend's hip, trying to get the shy little guy used to being in public and try fir several dates. Of course, Amons curse as a wingman was the fact that a lot of women laughed at both men at the realization that indeed, Amon really had a friend and that Tracy was scrawny looking more like a femboy than anything. They honestly thought Amon was talking himself up, that he was really the, "Shy," Friend that needed a boost in confidence, that was until they realized the truth of the matter. Tracy's low self-esteem always hung over his head and naturally he kept such things to himself, most chick's around here always thought he wasn't man enough... Save for the Sweet Treat Staff. Upon hearing Gingers words, Tracy's blush remained and may have gotten a but brighter too, nothing that the iced lemonade could fix at all. He said, "W-Well... Amon's been trying to help me in that regard, but a lot of women around the island think I'm too much a boy... No... It's been hard as of late to get a date, Amon said it's always a crapshoot with these things, chick's always want "rugged" men like Amon- Not that I envy him! He's really been trying to help me and all! I guess most ladies don't like... You know... Guys like me."

When Amon stood and started to stroll toward the exit he looked back and gave a gesture to Tracy. The smaller white haired man shook his head and pointed a thumb toward Ginger, a nod coming from his larger friend as he approached Texas. With that out of the way, Amon opened the door to allow the lady out first then followed by into the harsh heat of the day. Exiting the safe coolness of the snack bar was close to a mistake aside from a visit to the beach, which no doubt given how the island and its weirdness functioned there was a lot of sunscreen, swimming, sports, ahd the cherry on top; sex. None of those were an issue however Amon wasn't the type to get all social with others like that... Except for the few times the Island Staff had "fun contests" at the Snack Bar. Hopping into the UTV, Amon kicked it up and waited for Texas to hop in. Once she did, he drove off on the empty path to the garage, on the way, asking, "How's Sweet Treat treating you? I know the place can be rough getting used to at first, especially with the assholes that tend to wash up here and the monsters."

//Sorry to throw this at ya, is there a Pic of Texas by chance? If not it's all good, I can also provide one for Tracy if thats alright with you// Amon went from agreeing with Texas to the food that was delivered. Tracy always knew what to order, so the larger man starts to dig in while the white haired partner nods to Ginger. His heart racsd fast as the blush remained on his face, questioning every little thing that could possibly happen. Fortunately Tracy remained somewhat calm as his plate arrived, his stomach growled lowly and soon starts to dig in himself. As usual the food was always good not that Amon hasn't been complimenting Gingers skills, which he does remind her usually that she was a badass cook, today he didn't think about it. When he says nothing it usually meant she outdid herself at that time. After wolfing everything down Amon wiped his mouth of any stray sauce, then he popped a piece of spearmint gum after downing the half glass of lemonade. While he starts to pack up the next two plates of food into to-go containers, Tracy for his part only ate a third of his dish and he too starts to pack everything up. Food for tomorrow, Amon still had elk on his mind. "Think that about wraps it up," Amon states as he grabs what he needs, he allowed a few minutes to pass for everything to settle, "I'm ready when you are, Texas. Tracy?" "I'll stay here for now, I don't feel like running around in the heat with a full stomach." Tracy replies with a half truth, really he wanted to be in the coolness of the bar and hang out for a while. Amon nods and got up, stretching himself out as he did abd looked over to Texas, "You ready?'

"Ehh I dabble here and there, Coco has been some help but it's mostly been me. Now that you bring it up I might have three projects to show you. But I do keep myself distracted, hell even in tropic storms I'm still out and about doing stuff." Amon replies with a creeping smirk of his own, Texas was indulging with actual interest which made the man more talkative. And it was a good confidence boost. Best not to stroke himself off in the metaphorical sense, "Garage ain't too far from here. Knowing Coco she probably has ot shit down today for the A/C, we could shoot over real quick and I could show you what I'm working on... Ah shit, first I gotta eat! Don't want my head exploding on the pavement." Tracy for his part had a blush across his face and he was almost looking downward at the bar counter. It wasnt often he got compliments from women especially when he was always around guys, it was a nice change of pace for once. Tracy tried to find the words for the compliments and even the offer for Ginger to help him find a few hookups! Maybe he shouldn't have protested Amon so much about this whole Sweet Treat ordeal? "O-oh! Umm thank you... I guess I could use the help... If you wouldn't mind?" Tracirs reply was soft but he felt his heart beating so fast, especially when Ginger was this close and looking right at the white haired man. His eyes glanced up and locked with her red ones, abd without much thought he blurted, "I... I don't see why you wouldn't want to.... You know... Why I couldn't spend time with you?"

"Oh! Thank you. Well, John's actually been doing a lot fir me, even convinced me to move out here after some fallout bac home," Tracy said quietly as to not be rude in front of his friend and Texas, "As far as settling in... Well... He's been pushing fir me to get to know the ladies, as he called it, more the staff than anything. Other than that it's a nice island, I just don't like the way some of the guys aroukd here look at me. I think it goes with John's strength and self defense training that I look buffer... Or something along those lines." "Ah... Hmm..." Amon starts after hearing that Texas had died, not sure how to turn the conversation or continue it, he at least tried his best and sounded genuine, "Okay... It's a second chance right? That's how I viewed it when I came here. Wasn't the friendliest guy to be around a couple years back, breaking necks, snapping bones, that sorta thing." Amon was not one to generally talk this much to strangers let alone anyone to begin with except for people he absolutely knew. That said, opening up about his upbringing on Sweet Treat which did get pretty violent more than occasionally, was rare in its own. The only two people who witnessed the dark passenger of Amon were Vanilla and Ginger, he's buried or burned bodies but even that was rare nowadays. Anymore he was enjoying fights as they came. He wasn't sure exactly what Texas was like, but wasn't that half the adventure? But Amon continued changing the subject of death with his second sentence, "This place is ideal for paradise ain't it? You know what, I've actually been working on a pet project... Two projects as of late if you'd like to see them? When it cools off of course, don't wanna give anyone a heat flash."

Amon noticed the sudden tension from Ginger from his peripheral. Either she was weary of Texas, fear maybe, or there was something that the lady in the jeans did something in the past to make the redhead cautious. Whatever the case he paid no mind to Ginger and if anything... Maybe it was for the best, he wasn't necessarily the type of person to show emotion lest it was needed, but in his mind maybe Ginger was intimidated? It wasn't that he didn't care for Ginger, just that the situation called for a calm attitude and not one of major concern. Momma didn't raise no bitch, after all. "Appraisal I hear?" Amon smirked while he said the words sarcastically, the Texas draw coming from his tone, "Damn, I reckoned with how often I get in trouble it'd be the opposite! Name's Amon, kinda like the cheesy biblical phrase." There was a sudden change in demeanor in Amon that wasn't necessarily present, but those who knew him like Tracy or those who've felt him at least could tell his muscles relaxed just slightly. It wasn't often he met another Southerner especially in a place like Sweet Treat, where, and he quoted, "A lot of pansy ass cityfolk reside." He never referred to the staff of course, just a lot of the thugs and uppity white bread cumbuckets that cause trouble or are so damn entitled to whatever... Or both. Tracy paid a little more mind to Ginger and to help get her mind off Texas, he quickly finished his drink, held in the pain of the brain freeze like a champ, and scooted the talk glass her way. "M-May I please have more...?" Tracy asked quietly as to not be noticed by the tougher woman across the interior. "What brings you here to Sweet Treat Island, if I may ask? Not a lot of country folk tend to come around these parts." Amon asked as he leaned his back against the bar, now fully facing Texas.

The tone and voice was caught by the ears of Amon and Tracy, both of which turned their heads. Blue orbs pierced through the bigger man which allowed him to lock eyes with Texas, well at least look at her face. His hazel irises looked on for just a few seconds as of to guage the demeanor and think of a proper response, he wasn't one for assuming normally, which if the tables were turned he'd likely address the lady or whoever else as well. But there was always the pitfall of assumption and confrontation, which he seemed to be a victim of this time around. "My apologies, " Amon nods, "Figured you were taking a nap with what your boots propped up. I'd reckon-" Immediately Tracy interrupts, "My friend here was wanting to know of you'd like a steak dinner with him? Sorry, he tends to be a bit shy." Amon likely about skapoed the shit out of his partner... But, it was the least Tracy could do. Amon wasn't one for approaching people, that was his first problem was that he wasn't necessarily a people person. He always stayed in the background watching and observing, determining how best to avoid or approach someone given his trust issues. He sort of came out of that shell after making friends with Vanilla and Ginger who he regularly checks in on, a force of habit, he knew the two could easily handle themselves but still then Amon tends to kick whatever ass needed kicking from belligerent guests to individuals making unwanted advances. Lord forbid he get stabbed by a knife for the sixth time. "Well... Guess my offer stands. Interested in something like that?" Amon responds after Tracy.

"Huh... Didn't know old 'Pop controls the weather," Amon responds as he grasps the cold glass, "Sorry to hear that, another time then? Probably bring him along if you'd like, get the poor bastard outta the dumps." "John," Tracy says a little quietly after finishing a quarter of his lemonade, "What about that girl, over there with the hat?" "Texas?" Amon whispered back, "Nah, best leave her be, don't wanna bother someone who don't wanna be bothered in the first place," Amon then went to a regular tone, "Besides, Rangers might be playing tonight, probably gonna pop on the game and relax on my lonesome. Speaking of lonesome, Ginger, you seen Vanilla around here? Supposed to give her something but guess she's been busy?" Meanwhile, Tracy continued to look over the menu and starts to write everything he wanted on a white napkin. He was still shy around the women of Sweet Treat and didn't go out of his way to really talk to them. After his bad breakup he wasn't too sure how to approach ladies for the time being, instead sticking to Amon for guidance and training as a staff member. After he was done the young man slid the note forward, an... Extensive list that was meant for two meals. He starts to simply sip his lemonade while Amon finally takes his first long drink.

When they walked in there was a sigh of relief, immediately Amon shut the door to allow the cool air to not be molested by the outdoor heat. Tracy walked with the larger man taking a curious note of one, "Lolli," Who seemed piss drunk out of their mind. Once they got settled, Amon nodded to Ginger, by now his slight tan was covered by the pink hue of his sunburnt body which the much smaller of the duo had it much worse. They could both feel the unforgiving effects of being out in the sun, since the break of dawn they had gone around doing repairs and of course keeping an eye out for trouble. "Just living the dream, Ginger," Amon responds sarcastically in a not so enthusiastic tone, "If it ain't the plumbing or air conditioning units it's the damn vehicles. Bitch of a mess to clean up melted tires and busted hot septic, hoping we get a rainy day... Days to kinda cool things off." A rainy day was blasphemy, but given Amons original home, Texas, he simply spoke as if he still lived there. Of course it was was also rare when he complained. Tracy meanwhile was looking over one of the menu's to figure out what he wanted, already his partner had decided on his choice of food. Amon of course ignored the man who was seemingly passed out on the bar given the shenanigans Lollipop could pull, given the type of entity he was, the hunter was surprised that Lollipop could get drunk. Hell, he might not even be passed out. Amon continued talking after giving Texas a quick once-over, he didn't talk to her given there really was never a chance to do so, but work was work. He said to Ginger, "Monster's are getting a bit bold these days, don't know of it's all the tourists or what, took out five this morning trying to breach the fencing. Also got a nice elk, having steaks tonight if you wanna join?"

Ye, it was and still is a great club, though I think you should narrow your characters like I did. That's what happened to me a while back, too many chars, too many topics, etc. etc. Also had sone personal things take precedence over online shtuff. So I get being burnt out. Take your time too, I'd rather see someone take their time than try to rush to a post, take it slow and enjoy yourself

Whelp! I just posted at Snack Bar should anyone be interested! I know the clubs been sunk in the water but I figured I could revisit and just see if I could get some form of RP going, don't have to be anything erotic, just somethinga bit fun! I actually enjoyed this club and still want to see some action in it, even if nothing comes of it and people lost interest.

//I know it's been quite awhile since anyone's posted here, me especially, however I just wanna RP here for the fun of it, even if this post gets ignored// It was a hot day at the Sweet Treat Island, a particular hot that would want to make someone stay in doors with the A/C blasting. A hot day that would make someone hydrate the second they got, a fuckingly hot day that was not particularly a good one for the local maintenance man/hunter of Sweet Treat. Unfortunately he was stuck there with a broken down golf cart made into a maintenence vehicle by his truly. It was quite a walk to just push the small vehicle to the shop so he obliged to work on it in the middle of the sun on the scorching concrete of the Entertainment District. Right in front of an ice cream parlor too! "Tracy, thirteen-millimeter socket," One Amon said on the ground underneath the jacked up craft, "Annnd electric tape... I'm thinking a pair of dikes as well." Amon was a well built man, someone who went from just standard body to a guy who clearly could be mistaken for an athlete all thanks to his stay here at Sweet Treat. He had short hair and hazel eyes, followed by a stern expression, hard look, or as many said, "A resting bitch face." He wore a pair of Nikes and khaki shorts but was otherwise topless shoeing off the various scars and muscle he possessed, no sense in wearing a drenched t-shirt. Giving him the equipment he asked for was a 4'8" lithe individual, another male with white hair, more or less on the scrawny side. Tracy was a recent addition to the island, a young man wore tight but comfortable clothes, he seemed very much feminine, however the only thing he really wore were white shorts that were now stained with oil and flip-flops. His eyes were a piercing blue that matched the white hair that came down to his ears with a bit of a curl at the ends. Tracy is one of Amons good friends from childhood even though they were three years apart from one another, it was because of the man on the ground that Tracy got put of a really bad situation in Houston, Texas. Much like Amon, Tracy had a second chance at life. "Well... Got the transmission hooked back up, only thing that needs to be connected is the battery," Tracy said in a soft voice to Amon as he set the items beside the man's leg, "You sure thus is gonna work, John?" "Pffft, of course it'll work!" Amon said aloud with optimism with that hint of sarcasm, although ge felt quite the opposite, "It better work!" Tracy had known Amon since they were kids, the latter was always defending tge former from bullies due to Tracies... Eccentric tastes. He was always into feminine attractions which played into his sexuality one point, however when he had hit High-school and after a really bad breakup switched to women. Amon was still there to be a good friend. He had brought the young man to Sweet Treat Island as an assistant, he got Tracy set up in the apparent of the lads dreams and even signed him on as a staff for yge resort. Since then the pair were always working with one another let it be repairs, scouting the borders for monsters, guard duty, helping newcomers to the island, and much more. "Okay... Should be set," Amon announces as he slides from under the golf cart and gets up on his feet, he twisted the lever on the jack which lowered the vehicle abd too see the keys to Tracy who shut the hood, "Crank it up." Tracy nods and leans into the cart, he slips the key into the ignition. Turning the key, the vehicle sputters but after a solid few seconds the sputtering smoothed out to a solid turnover signaling the duos success. Both men sighed that breath of relief, they got into the cart and drove it quickly through the Entertainment District and due to there being barely anyone Amon drove lime a bat out if hell. When they got further from the hotel he would park the vehicle in the shadow of the Snack Bar, both hoping that it was cool inside and there was something to eat. And through the threshold they entered with high hopes...

I guess a question(s) from me: - Is it fine to start with two Pokémon, or just stick to one? - Since this is Galar at the start, if we are getting a new Pokémon does it have to be from Galar or can it be from another region? - How do you feel about guns? Reason I asked is because the character I planned on building is a former mobster/current undercover agent (for the international police) so I think when push comes to shove and he's in a life threatening situation he'd resort to a sidearm. I know in the original anime they had guns (before they edited those out I believe), but he wouldn't just whip one out if he lost a battle. Character would be smart about it and use it sparingly. -

Well... Even with the head honcho, could still get this place back up and going. While the admin certainly has the power to edit stuff, there could be other things we'd do without them.

Man o man, been awhile hasn't it?

//So sorry for the wait, got sidetracked// Amon nodded at the countdown, getting into a... "Defensive " stance uncertain as to how this'll all play out. He shifted slightly -3- and carefully place even weight on the front left foot and the back right -2- while splaying his arms a little to get better ready for the woman who clearly knew what she was doing. 1- In a burst of speed Irene lurched forward causing Amon to reacted quickly. He went forward too, surprisingly in a faster manner than what was expected, Amon juked right at the last possible second of what seemed like a reckless maneuver and moved in. As swiftly as he moved he'd attempt for a trip, though it may not work, the sweep allowed him to open any chances of going for an immediate tackle at the waistline. The idea was to grab the woman and suplex her, but then again, she was stronger and much faster, so he'd see her reaction a lot sooner than ever expecting.