A Hard Days Drilling: Sci-Fi Slice Of Life [MxM Masc x Femboy] [RECRUITING DOMS]

[Lockepick]

I didn't realize there was already two secretaries -- I'll go for a technician then! I can have fun with that.

[Montagne]

I didn't realize there was already two secretaries -- I'll go for a technician then! I can have fun with that.

Are you planning on a technician of the femboy or Miner variety?

[Vergil Tanner]

Oh, I meant two secretaries including you! Arty is directly in charge of the secretaries. You can be a secretary if you want xD

But you can also be a technician if you want. Just let us know

And yeah, Miner or Femboy?

[Mael]

Yes, sharing. Sharing is caring, after all!

[Mael]

Name: Renly Ghast
Nicknames: Exclusively goes by ‘Ren’, when people address him by name, that is.
Age: 25
Gender & Sexuality: Male; Pansexual

Role: Head Nurse
Motivation: Escaping danger to help those who need it more.
Faceclaim: Tsukimiya Ringo

Appearance:
Ren stands around 5’ 5” and is slim all over with soft curves. Not to be taken as weak, he is toned in the right places and has the strength necessary to do his job as Head Nurse. His angular features are just soft enough to pass as feminine unless someone is looking rather closely. His hair is a pastel pink that trails down past his waist, always styled with voluptuous curls and occasionally pulled back away from his face to keep it from his eyes. His eyes are a bright, striking blue that are clear with intelligence and often with humor, framed by dark lashes long enough to grace towards his cheeks. A narrow waist helps him have the appearance of more feminine hips, but he also prefers to wear a padded bra to give himself the appearance of a chest most of the time.

As a practiced Nurse, Ren has a lot of dexterity and strength in his hands, able to manipulate whatever he needs in order to help someone. He almost always has a smile on his face, coming across as warm and open. He prefers to dress almost completely feminine, but avoids skirts and dresses, preferring to opt for fitted pants or even leggings to wear. He has multiple silver piercings in each ear, though they’re often covered even when his hair is pulled back. He also has both nipples pierced with silver barbels.


Personality:
At his core, Ren cares about people. Otherwise, it’d be hard for him to be a nurse. He wants to help others in whatever way he can, especially if it means applying his intellect and skill. But because he comes across as gentle, sometimes people believe him to be a pushover – which is absolutely untrue. Ren has a backbone and isn’t afraid to show it off with a quick wit and wry sense of humor. He takes no shit and is often considered bratty, but never in an overly-defiant way. There’s a soft side to him that’s always brewing beneath the surface and ready to make its way out when necessary. As a nurse, another skill he possesses is the ability to be calm under extreme pressure. His head is about as level as it can get, even if he’s holding someone’s life in his hands. He’s incredibly smart and, when his mind is put to task, he sees it through to the best of his ability. He’s not too prideful to admit when he’s wrong or doesn’t know something.

One of his fatal flaws, potentially, is that he’s a chronic insomniac. He survives on minimal sleep at all times, though seems to cope well with such a lifestyle. In his ‘spare’ time, he’s often doing what he can to improve upon his own knowledge or skills. He enjoys good conversation and jokes, always ready to be a listening ear to those who need it.

History:
Renly Ghast was born to a wealthy family in the Alliance, though was hardly considered high class. They had wealth that kept them from the middle class, but weren’t wealthy enough to have their money sustain their reputation. The Ghasts had to try to be in the spotlight – something his parents always sought, as their parents had sought before them. Renly had been groomed his entire life to do the same thing, but had never held interest in going to fancy events or parties, in flaunting money he didn’t really have. He wasn’t keen on putting on airs and doing what his parents wanted of him. He only agreed to show up to the parties and play his role if his parents agreed that he would be able to go to school for whatever he desired. His parents were smart and they knew just how smart Renly was, so it wasn’t a hard decision to make on their part. Anything that would keep their reputation spotless – or even add to it! And Renly, with his intelligence and skill blossoming from a young age, certainly added to it. He was a promising medical student early in his school years and he latched onto the information he was told like a leech. He could put up with fancy parties and lying smiles if it meant that he could go to school to do something better with himself. He wanted to help people who needed it; he wanted to have a purpose that wasn’t just being a shiny ornament attached to his parents’ name.

Instead of working in a traditional medical ward or hospital, however, Renly’s parents had another stipulation when it came to his career choice. While his intelligence certainly boosted their credentials among the richer community, the appeal of it all didn’t come to fruition until he was giving back to said community. And, luckily for the Ghasts, the opportunity came around rather quickly for their son.

Before the Rig, Renly Ghast was a medical professional – nurse, whatever you wanted to title him – for a syndicate of law enforcement in The Alliance. His family had connections that earned him a solid education he quickly absorbed before being thrust into a world he had never anticipated. He was young and naïve when he started his medical journey, never expecting to be patching wounds and setting broken bones on those who weren’t so much protecting the people as they were just enforcing the laws as they saw fit. When in the innerworkings of that employment, Ren heard things he knew he was never supposed to hear and saw the results of fights, of shootouts, of many things that he would never breathe a word of to anyone. At least… that’s what they had anticipated. Threats and violence could work wonders to shut up the average person, and even Renly managed to keep his mouth closed for quite a few years. That is, until he had a young girl dying in his hands and no one had seemed to give two flying fucks about it. No one offered him an explanation; no one bothered to even bury her properly once she’d died. It stirred an anger in Ren that had flamed into something dangerous – something that made him pursue information he wasn’t privy to, that made him work his way deeper and deeper into the syndicate to try and figure out what was going on.

Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun. A faction of other law enforcement – he wasn’t sure why there were multiple – discovered him and his operation location rather conveniently one day. Anyone on the outside would have seen it as a set-up, but despite his skills and the years of loyalty he’d given to the law enforcement of the Alliance, they had nothing but turned backs for him. When he was discovered, he was asked to give up the information he’d learned throughout his years of service. Truthfully, he didn’t… not at first. It was hard to be broken so easily when surrounded by the people he’d been associated with for so long. But, a bit of torture went a long way, and soon enough he was spilling the beans. He wasn’t an idiot, though: he gave them nothing without promises in return. And the promises he’d been made were followed through quite easily. It was why he’d ended up as Head Nurse on the Rig in the first place. He was far away from the Alliance and anyone who may have been hunting for his head. And maybe out here, he’d be helping to heal people who actually deserved it. He wouldn’t be saving the lives of those who were only out to do worse to innocents they were supposed to be protecting.

Likes: Conversation. Coffee. Jokes. Bright colors. Leggings. Sweets. New discoveries. Reading. Photography.
Dislikes: Being micro-managed. Sleep. Losing. Too much silence. Being threatened.

Character Ons: Being tied up. BDSM. Aftercare. Rough sex. Cuddling. Collars. Biting. Choking. Dominant partners. Fun partners. Multiple partners. Spanking. Hair pulling/holding. Tender sex. Facial hair. Shows of strength. Wearing panties. Getting to be bratty. The titles: baby boy/baby girl, sweetheart.
Character Offs: Disgrace. Non-sexual pain. Scat/watersports. Mutilation of any kind. Competition.

Player O/o: Light me up x.
{honestly, this hasn’t been updated in a minute. Just ask if you have any special requests!}

Extra:
x. Plays piano
x. Often hums or sings to self
x. Responds to he/him, she/her, or they/them pronouns

[Vergil Tanner]

WELL HELLO REN. <3

I will talk with Monty and let you know if he's approved <3

[Vergil Tanner]

Alrighty! Ren is approved <3 Hello Nursey

[Mael]

Hooray!! -dances-

[Lynnette]

I think I have a concept in mind for a character, so I'd like to call dibs on the head chef position ^^ Still need to find a faceclaim granted.

[Montagne]

I think I have a concept in mind for a character, so I'd like to call dibs on the head chef position ^^ Still need to find a faceclaim granted.

Excited to see it!

[Lynnette]

Name: Oliver Adler
Nicknames: Oli works, he prefers people just using his name though.
Age: 22
Gender & Sexuality: Male, considered himself hetrosexual

Role: Companion - Head chef/Dietician
Motivation: Paying off inherited debt.
Faceclaim: Rama (Fate/Grand Order)

Appearance:
Oliver stands a little past five feet, and weighs in somewhere between 45 and 50 kilos. He'd always been a scrawny kid, but never believed himself to be directly feminine, though there were plenty of people ready to decline that. His hair grew fast, and he ended up keeping it in a ponytail as a result, as opposed to cutting it, finding himself enjoying the look. Most of his longer hairs are in the back, where the top parts are kept in a rougher mess. Where it's a blend of ginger and a more crimson color for the most part, it's fairly sensitive to light and appears much darker than it is when the lighting is dim.

Though, that's just his opinion, in reality he's fairly feminine. Wheras his hip to waist ratio could've been more grand, its hardly unimpressive for a guy. Slender legs and a sizable rear end with bubbly cheeks help out considerably with his femininity.

Most of his wardrobe was decided by a representative from Shintech, seeing that he would probably dress conservatively if they didn't, which has led to a feminine wardrobe with a blend of comfort, work-clothes, and some more sexual attire. Where he was initially highly opposed, he's found himself to somehow enjoy it, finding it surprisingly comfortable compared to what he used to wear. While he still feels a little uncomfortable emotionally when wearing it, he's found himself thinking more about what to wear and how to pair the pieces together. Aside from that, he had his ears pierced before setting off, resulting in a pair of small studs. As a final note, there are a few prickle-scars on his arms, from the needles used to draw blood when he tried paying back the debt on his own. Where they're mostly faded, they still barely show up if he rubs his thumb over the spots.

Personality:
In recent times... He can be described as a little gloomy after learning of what his contract with Shintech mainly revolved around, and feels uncomfortable about it, no less because he doesn't, or at least didn't, think he had any interest in other men, no less being the little spoon. He used to be of the starry-eyed kind, who believed in love and that he'd find someone, and settle down happy. Naturally, the work doesn't give many such options, and he's not enthusiastic about being looked at like someone there to blow loads into.

To try and get over it, he tries to focus on the things that he actually enjoy, that primarily being cooking. He has a near endless enthusiasm for the subject, both the scientific aspects that play into his education, and the practical aspects of it. In truth, it's one of the subjects where he manages to get back in touch with his former self. He could likely speak until the end of times about the subjects, and how to weave them together, and whatever kitchen-time he can justify, it's the place he'd most desire to be, he'd cite that someone enjoying what he put forward for a meal is "the biggest high he can get". In turn, it's a subject he gets defensive about when the opposite shows itself. Where he'd normally be the type to keep his head low and hope whatever difference of opinions might go overhead, he'd readily start an argument over the subject if he believed the complainer to be in the wrong. That's not to say he doesn't believe there's ways to go for his skill, and he'd likely sit up large parts of the night to figure out what he could do to adjust and compromise.

History:
Oliver never had a history as a troublemaker. He was the type of person who kept his head low, preferably below ground, and let things fly past. As long as it wasn't his problem, it wasn't really a problem at all, that was his usual mentality. He grew up in the Federation of United Systems, to a decent family, enough so that he should never have had to worry about anything. His father owned a contracting company that did work for a number of companies, primarily scouting out areas for mining or managing equipment deliveries to far-off locations considered too expensive for a company to deliver to on its own. Still, his father was a clever man, at least he thought so himself. Overstocked supply-ships was a common one, and managing several deliveries to different companies in a given region helped bolster the bottom line enough to keep it profitable. That, and ancient ships stuck in a pseudo-legal state of "barely running" but dirt cheap to run and maintain helped as well. He fed himself on the work that bigger companies didn't want to do, that was his niche, and he wore it with pride, as though he had figured out something that other companies hadn't thought of. Truth be told, reality was that he was just stupid enough to make it work, and what he lacked in brains he made up for with sheer luck and perseverance.

Oliver mother on the other hand was never in the picture, to the best of Oliver's knowledge they'd divorced before he was born. His father got parental rights, where he'd claimed that it was because he made money and she didn't, it was moreso that he'd wanted a child and she hadn't. It wasn't something that Oliver got caught up in, after all he was well adjusted to having just his dad.

Oliver's early years don't hold all that much interesting history - He was average at school, never showing any particular strengths in any subjects aside from cooking. His father spent a lot of time either traveling or working late, so he had to cook for himself. Where easier meals were fine to begin with, it started to get bland after a while, pushing him to be more creative in the kitchen. In return, it was just about the only thing he considered himself genuinely good at. He'd heard it a number of times during his years in the classroom that he'd end up as someone's wife, not their husband, he was fairly good at brushing it off though, dismissing it as petty envy that he actually had skills beyond academics.

When presented with options, Oliver eventually settled on studying to become a dietician. On his part, he just didn't want to end up as a line cook. In truth, he wasn't sure if he even wanted to pursue cooking as anything more than a hobby. However, stripped for options, not being great at much else, he figured that studying something within the culinary arts would likely be the best bet. Around the time that he entered college, what to many was a minor law adjustment turned out to be crippling for his father. Security standards for spacecrafts older than a certain year would soon no longer be considered approved for commercial use. With it happening right after the law-change went through (After being ridiculed as a stupid change for a long time, given it mostly entailed ancient ships), and with the contract taking no accounts for legal problems, his father turned to the only option he had - Rushing what was meant to be a three-year contract to try to finish in a year, hoping to make it just before it went through. With his rent-a-wreck like fleet, and with little concerns for safety, deliveries were rushed out the door as soon as they arrived, which in turn would be his downfall.

In his effort to move equipment as fast as possible, securing goods properly was hardly a priority. But, with the ships being as overloaded and as old as they were, and with their poor maintenance in mind, what would have been the power-source of a brand new, state of the art (For Shintech anyway) mining rig blasted through the back of the ship once they entered hyperspace, killing the whole crew and the contract along with it. Uninsured (Had to keep costs low after all), his father sought the only way out of the problem, a 45-caliber breathing hole from his mouth to the top of his head. The business was his life, but there was nothing left of it. He was in crippling debt, and there was nothing truly worth selling as far as assets went, at least not anything close to making up the loss of the power plant he'd sent drifting off into nothingness.

Oliver didn't hear of it until almost a year later. He lived on campus, and by most accounts was having the time of his life. He was finally among people he could consider peers, people who shared the same passion as he did and that pushed one another up. It wasn't until a loanshark came knocking on his door that he learned of his father's death, and the debt he'd so suddenly inherited. With whatever viable assets seized, and mostly recycled for scrap, the rest of his father's debt came into Oliver's lap along with a tight and tidy payment plan he had no means of following, heck he could barely afford the interest.

And so began a new nightmare. The loan-shark was all too happy to help him find ways to pay back his debt, to which Oliver rejected, wanting to try other means. He picked up several jobs. He showed up to a couple of classes, worked as a line-cook during the day, and drove taxis and deliveries during the night. He barely slept at all, which in turn developed into a medical problem. When he finally collapsed from stress just a few months later, he ended up hospitalized, with a loan-shark who didn't care the least waiting by his bedside trying to coerce him into selling a kidney, maybe an eye on the black market. At least something good came out of the visit, as it turned out he was an O-type. Where hospitals didn't need to worry about it with their equipment, black market doctors were another thing. So, after being discharged (stuck with another hefty bill on his lap) he started to sell his blood to some foreign black-market doctor. It was better than selling a kidney at least. It allowed him to finish his education, but when the doctor eventually got caught he was stuck having to figure out something new.

In the end, he sold whatever he could and took the trip to Shintech's doorstep, ready to plea on his knees to do something about the debt. He was ready to accept just about anything, just so he could live somewhat normally. Through a stroke of luck he managed to catch one of the board-members as he was leaving the building, and begged, teary-eyed, to get to talk to someone about his debt and how to settle it, where the front desk had refused to let him past. Lining up pretty much perfectly with the strike being untangled. After a lengthy talk, mostly just to let Oliver gather himself enough to talk properly, he was given a chance to prove himself in the kitchen, that he wasn't just some useless guy with a degree, and he talked about the productivity benefits of a dietician, mostly just talking points pulled straight from his books, but it seemed to work. A repayment plan was written through labor, and where the temptation to live on a mining rig out in the nothingness was small, the contract presented the option to work on another rig should it be shut down before repayment was done.

Mostly starstruck by the idea of not having to be harvested for organs, he skimmed a little too much of the contract, making whatever rationalizations needed to make it seem appealing. He was a desperate man, who was he to question the man with the key to his freedom after all? It was first when he returned the next week for training that he had it properly explained to him what the "companion" part of it all truly meant, and what he'd be expected to do before the transport to the platform, and what purpose they were supposed to serve on it. To say he was excited... Would be a wide overstatement, he wasn't, not in the slightest. The loanshark had tried to pressure him into prostitution in the past, citing that "As long as you don't turn around, they won't know a thing". Everything from what type of clothes to bring, how to keep his hair, how to behave... Well, whatever, he wouldn't be a debt-slave for the rest of his life, that was good enough for him.

Spoilered because of public section, has some NSFW pictures

First picture is the closest to his actual physique.

Likes: First and foremost, Oliver enjoys cooking, and he has a near endless curiosity and desire to improve on the subject. Aside from that, he's an avid reader, more old-school romance novels being some of his favorite, albeit as a guilty pleasure. Coffee is like a daily ritual, and a day isn't quite right without it. Aside from that, he enjoys, or at least enjoyed, assembling models of things, typically ships or other vehicles, and painting them, and he somehow managed to squeeze in a few sets with his luggage to toy with if he ever had down-time.
Dislikes: First and foremost, he's grown fairly apathetic about his father after he took the easy way out of his debt, leaving him to deal with the problem on his own. Aside from that, he gets defensive about his cooking, and where he'd cite himself as his harshest critic, he finds it soul-crushing when he makes something that someone doesn't enjoy. He never found a liking for alcohol par using it for cooking. Lastly, he finds himself getting lonely easily.

Character Ons¹: Anal, oral, sensual sex, aftersex-cuddling, size-difference, wearing sexual attire, rougher sex (When easing into it), giving/receiving handjobs, dominant partners, toys
Character Offs¹: Gore, piss, scat etc. Competition, foodplay

¹Both are phrased as things that he'll discover that he responds to, not what he already does.
Player O/o: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280359.msg13783484#msg13783484, bit old but still pretty up to date.

Extra:

• He enjoys assembling model ships and other bits of machinery, and painting them.
  
• Frequently spaces out when cooking, finding himself singing along to radio or whatever is on his mind.
  
• While trying to keep a brave face, he still finds himself choking up a little when thinking or talking about what he had to go through before the settlement with Shintech.
  
• Where he'd claim he doesn't like wearing feminine clothing, it's mostly just pride and he actually enjoys it quite a lot, though he's not used to others seeing and reacting to it.
  
• He has a journal and writes in it whenever he feels he needs to gather his thoughts.
  
• He's a virgin, having always thought he wanted his first time to be with someone special.
  
  Special wish: I'd love for his first sexual encounter to land in the dub-con category, hopefully with some aftersex-cuddling ^^

[Chapeau]

Name: Vincent De Vries
Nicknames: Vince
Age: 24
Gender & Sexuality: Gay male

Role: Companion (HR secretary)
Motivation: Get paid, gain work experience, pay off student debt, climb the corporate ladder
Faceclaim: I think I saw it's a drawing of James or Harry Potter (damn you Pinterest)

Appearance:
Vincent is a young man, slightly taller than average, with a slender athletic build and graceful demeanor. Though in no way muscled, his physique is defined and tight with a narrower waist and a round plushy bottom. He is mostly hairless, except for the pits and groin, which he keeps trimmed, and carefully dressed black hair. He takes good care of his appearance, a habit drilled into him at the Administration Sciences Academy owing to the public interface portion of the job.

Vincent likes to be smartly dressed, usually a bit more than the job requires. He likes suits and dress shirts, ties, bowties and carefully selected jewelry to present a professional appearance without looking stern and unapproachable. He tends to shy away from bright colors and stick to more neutral tones, though his underwear might sport those brighter colors. He wears round, light-framed glasses and, though not blind, can't see very well without them.


Personality:
Vincent is a dedicated achiever. He wishes to succeed and will do the hard work necessary to attain his goals. He isn't necessarily competitive, however, not feeling the drive to lower others, preferring to heighten others, though that doesn't stop him from competing when something he wishes is at stake, like an internship, scholarship or promotion. He is also dedicated to his work and his clients, wishing to do the best to serve his duties and those he works for.

Though he has no issues talking with people, he is a bit shy and likes his privacy. He usually believes in the separation of business and pleasure since one can muddy the other. He is also curious and, primed properly, adventurous, willing to discover new things and try new stuff. Conscious he works in a vast, ever-changing universe, he is also an avid learner and will read and learn a lot while off-the-clock.


History:
Born in a middle-class Federation family, Vincent followed the usual path a young man takes. He was raised, did his common education and was then enrolled at the Administration Sciences Academy, a state-run school teaching the ways of bureaucracy and administration in order to feed the paperwork machine.

Vincent was enthusiastic, he liked his field of study and looked forward to coming out of the school and beginning his career. His time at school was shared between studying and reading, though he did go out of his room to attend parties and events organized by his dorm. He dated, holding a few boyfriends, though he wasn't ready to commit to a relationship, content with simply enjoying the time and the other person.

His graduation brought a heap of troubles, however. A recent shift in the government meant that the offices in his sector weren't hiring, nor were the private companies. A lot of his schoolmates were in the same situation. Vincent was thus put in front of a difficult choice: unpaid internships that couldn't sustain his living expenses and student debt or a respectably paying job for Shintech, though it was very far from his home and the offer bore several red flags.

Still better than not being paid. Plus, they had just come out of a worker's strike and could certainly use a Federation bureaucracy specialist.

It was after signing the contract, during his travel to Ragna 1 that the truth dawned on him: this wasn't just about administration, there was a whole other side to the job he didn't see before accepting. He was tempted to report them to the relevant authorities but preferred to put on his blinders. It was work, it was temporary, it was a jumping-off point, it was between coworkers, anything to forget that he was selling his body for cash.

Yet, as he boarded off the shuttle and set foot on the station, he was determined: He'd do this job, perform and climb the ranks. How hard could it be? Vincent De Vries, HR secretary, sounds good.


Likes: Reading, music, putting on a brand new suit, having someone leave his office happy, having his work done on time
Dislikes: Politics (the governmental type), having to break bad news, tomatoes, accounting

Character Ons:
Current: Anal, Oral, Nipple play, Spanking
Would discover: Bondage, humiliation, underwear, extensive anal play (large insertions, fisting and the like), ownership, orgasm control, discipline (List non-exhaustive)
Character Offs: Non sexual pain, scat, blood

Player O/o: Spank me daddy!

Author's notes:
My intention for the character is for him to start as dub-con at best as he's adapting to the environment, expectations, and brutality of the miners as well as the many depraved sexual practices he will be put through. However, I want him to go from reluctant to dedicated to his duties as both a companion and secretary. My goal is for him to become a promiscuous ladder climber willing to kneel or spread his legs for a promotion.

[Vergil Tanner]

WELL. Lynnette! You are approved! Just go through and make sure you take out the unnecessary bits, like the summary of what should go in the "Appearance" section; you left that in by mistake.

Also, you might want to change it from "Nutritionist" to "Dietician." If I have it round the right way, "Dietician" is the protected term within medical science, whilst anybody can call themselves a "Nutritionist." It's like..."Dietician" is like "Dentist," and Nutritionist is like "Toothiologist." xD
Unless that's the point, in which case, go ahead xD It isn't a problem, just a suggestion Either way, your boy is approved <3


Chapeau! I like him! I just need to get confirmation from Montagne before approving him. ^_^

[pdragon]

Name: Salvatore Goldstein
Nicknames: Sal, TG, Sally (since becoming a companion)
Age: 19
Gender & Sexuality: Male / Bisexual (only recently)

Role: Companion (Technician Assistant)
Motivation: Just needs the work really
Faceclaim: Cidney Aurumn

Appearance:
Standing at only 5'4 and 130lbs Sal is far from what anyone would consider a macho stud. Despite being so petite, the physical demand of his profession has made him surprisingly strong and toned, though his musculature is still lean enough to give him a svelte figure. A lifetime of all nighters spent eating cheap, unhealthy foods meant that whatever fat that didn't get burned off from his job tended to collect itself in his hips and ass, especially his ass, leading him to having a more feminine figure over all. It's not just his body that leans towards the feminine side. Since he was young his face has sported soft, gentle features with piercing green eyes and supple lips. His silky blonde hair hangs down to his neck in wavy half curls. This makes him easy to mistake for a girl, even when he's not trying to. Even when he's elbow deep in an engine, face smugged, hair messy, dripping with sweat, the most he can manage is looking like a tomboy just being "one of the guys", which to some only heightens his feminine charm even more.

Personality:
Sal is, for the most part, a pretty chill and easy going guy. Having spent most of his life in garages with other blue collar folk he isn't one to get easily riled up or offended. He has a quick witted sense of humor and can comfortably shoot the shit with just about anyone, and is fast to make friends with those around him. While he takes a laid back attitude towards most things, he's incredibly passionate about engineering and mechanics, and regards it with both joy and seriousness when appropriate. He finds his work calming, almost a sort of zen nature to it, as well as an outlet for his creativity when possible. As such he can find himself content with doing regular maintenance jobs, but his true joy comes from getting to actually create something, or finding ways to improve on existing machines, seeing it like a sort of puzzle. He does have a serious side, and can be pretty firm when he needs to, having a fairly low tolerance for bullies and the like. But deep down he's a people pleaser, and enjoys being praised in nearly any form, whether that be the gratitude from doing a good job, the cheers of a crowd, the honeyed words of a lover, or even just a round of laughter from a well placed joke.


History:
Salvatore Goldstein wasn't always meant to be a bunk slut toiling away at the edge of the universe...granted, most would assume that no one was necessarily destined for such a fate. No at one point he was something of a rising star. He was born in a humble trading colony on the planet Delphi. Despite being sometimes teases for his girly looks and seemingly wimpy demeanor, Sal had always been more of a rough and tumble kind of kid. Most of his early days were spent fighting off boredom, either camping inside watching tv and playing video games, or running off with his friends to cause trouble. His father was a mechanic, and a hard working one at that, and his long hours meant Sal didn't get to see him for most of the day. What little father/son time they did have, however, they spent bonding over their shared love for professional mech battle, a sport that had been quickly rising in popularity. His father appreciated it for the mechanical mastery that went behind such powerful and dexterous machines, while Salvatore loved it because there were big robots smashing and shooting each other...duh.

This love would carry on well into his teen years. He had apprenticed under his father to one day take over the shop, but his real dream was to become a mech mechanic for one of the big battle leagues. His first break came when he heard news of an independent promotion starting up on a neighboring colony. Mech Battles were quickly becoming one of the most watched sports in the cluster, and every ambitious would-be promoter with access to a scrap yard was trying to get in on the action. It would be generous to even call them the minor leagues, but seeing how it was the only promotion on the planet, and the bigger promotions never went out that far on their tours, it soon became Delphi's best and only place to actually watch Mecha live. Coasting on his father's good reputation Sal managed to get in as a general mechanic, and would soon be recruited into one of the official pit crews. From there he was able to showcase his talents and push his team's mech to being the top fighter in their promotion. By chance their promotion got noticed by one of the mid-tier league's talent scouts, who seeing his potential swept Sal up as soon as he could get his hands on him, flying him off to tour the system with promises of fame and fortune filling his head. Now working for an actual broadcasted league Sal started to gain a small amount of recognition. He quickly worked his way up to head mechanic of his new team, the Hammer Heads, and would even have one of their mechs named after him "Thunder Gold-Stain".

Unfortunately things would come crashing down just a couple of seasons later, when an enemy team would resort to underhanded tactics and attempt to sabotage their mech before a major tournament match. The enemy team had intended to cause a small misfunction that would simply cause their mech to shut down and force a forfeit, however instead the compromised wiring forced the mech to shoot off out of control and fly into the stands, killing 4 audience members and leaving their top pilot with a career ending injury. Not about to take responsibility for the disaster, the enemy team conspired to pin the incident on Sal, blaming the malfunction on the lead mechanic's poor maintenance and general incompetence. The league's waiver policy sparred Sal from facing legal consequences, but the league dropped him like a bad habit, and due to the controversy none of the other leagues wanted to touch him, effectively black listing him from the sport. His reputation was so shot that he couldn't even secure a regular mechanic job at any of the companies he applied for, and having quickly burnt through his savings he didn't even have enough money to afford the trip back home to work for his father.

That's when he was approached by SMS. They were seeking out recruits for the new companion program, and had heard of both his rise and fall in the mech battle circuit. To them Salvatore was the perfect catch, his skills as a mechanic would make him a genuine asset to their operation, but his desperate situation meant they could get away with paying him a fraction of what he was worth, and the fact he was also a fat-bottomed pretty boy was just the icing on the cake. He was an absolute steal in their eyes. When they approached him for the job Sal was just happy that someone was willing to hire him, having fallen into a minor depression since being ousted from the league. While the offer was indeed strange, he ultimately accepted the terms. The pay was better than nothing and it was somewhere far off were his reputation wouldn't follow him. He initially didn't pay the sexual duties of the job much mind. After all he figured there couldn't be that many gay guys at such a gruff, manly, stereo-typically heterosexual place like a mining colony right? So the chances of anyone even wanting to take advantage of this "companion" rule seemed pretty low. Of course the naive young man failed to realized just how desperate the colony of deprived men were for anything halfway feminine, and poor Sal was well over halfway...

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Sally at work (nsfw)

Likes: Robots, Wrestling, Ship Racing, Working with his hands, sweets, anything deep fried, chewing gum, gymnastics (good for hanging/swinging around the garage to get to hard to reach places), air conditioning, his hat, puzzles, video games, music, hanging out with da boys, his ma and pa
Dislikes: APPM (Atomic Press Pro Mecha, his former league), The Dark Scars (team that sabotaged his mech and ruined his life), non-fried/heavily sauced vegetables, overly soft beds, getting to hot (is quick to start stripping down)

Character Ons: Oral of all kinds (including rimming (receiving from guys only)), Anal, group, gang-bang, rough, outdoor, light bondage (no pain emphasis), food play (particularly using cum as/on food), cum play, crossdressing, creampies, facials, condom play (like tying them to him to keep track of how many guys he's been fucked by)

Character Offs: guys (initially), heavy bondage, non-con, excessively mean doms, orgasm denial, being forced to drink his own cum, feet, blood, guro, scat

Player O/o: preferences (I'm ok with having non-con scenes with Sally)

Extra:
- Still watches Mech Battle to this day, though for obvious reasons avoids watching his old league like the plague
- Like to do puzzles or tinker with small gadgets in his spare time
- Has had his signature hat stained proof (convenient since some of the guys like using it as a bulls-eye)
- Is currently trying to maintain a long-distance relationship with his girlfriend, who supported him during his unemployment. However due to the nature of his new job, and not wanting his girlfriend to feel guilty for potentially cheating on him, they've agreed on having an open relationship and not worrying about fully committing to each other for the time being.
- Loves music. Will play music while he works when possible and will sing to himself when not. Is always the first to join in if he hears someone belting a tune.
- Is mostly drug and alcohol free. He prefers not to drink, but will do so if pressed. As a result his alcohol tolerance is very low.
- Still occasionally tries to reach out to his old teammates, though with mixed results. In particular the pilot who got injured has still yet to speak to him at all since the accident.
- When he speaks his old Delphy accent and dialect will sometimes peek through, making him sound a bit hick-ish.

[Vergil Tanner]

Heyya Pdragon! I need to talk with Montagne about the sheets, so you'll have an official answer later today. Just a few things I, personally, would like to clarify

1) Cindy is...ahem...rather gifted in certain areas. Just to clarify, does Sal have large breasts or not?

2) I'm not sure where you got "Mech Battles" from. I hadn't actually considered Mechs as being a "Thing That Exists," so I'll chat with Montagne about that and get back to you. Just in case, it might be an idea to think of a backup sport in the event that we decide that Mechs "Aren't A Thing."

3) You guys will be playing the first batch of Companions; that is, the game will start during their first week on the colony. Therefore, the final paragraph of his History should be removed, since he hasn't had time to establish himself as anything. Besides, whether he's "One of the guys" is really up to the players playing said guys, no?


Other than that, to me at least, it looks good. I'll chat with Montagne about the points above and give you an answer as soon as we've come to a consensus.

[pdragon]

1. Salvatore is just a regular guy physique wise (for a trap at aleast). All of his pictures are specifically cropped the way they are to exclude Cidney's breasts. I even had to edit some of his nsfw images for that very purpose.

2. I didn't really get it from anywhere. You didn't exactly lay out a lot of information about what the technical limitations or recreational trends of the world are. I don't see why mech battles couldn't be a thing. We have robot battles on tv right now with battle bots and robot wars, why couldn't that be multiplied by sci-fi technology to be a proper arena sport? Plus with all the wars and stuff I figured that it'd make sense that people might be re-purposing outdated military tech for entertainment purposes. To clarify I'm not talking about full on gundam/power rangers sized robots, but something closer to monster truck/tank size. Something like this for example.

3. No prob. And to be honest not really. There are like 2 players with masculine guys right now, and even if we get more there's supposed to be hundreds-thousands of people on the colony right? That's a vast majority of people who's actions and opinions aren't directly controlled by player input. I don't see why you couldn't say "X is popular with X group of people" regardless of whether the specific player characters like them or not.

[Vergil Tanner]

1) That's what I thought! Just making sure

2) This is true. I didn't think it would be that important, so we didn't talk about it, hence me putting it on the docket for discussion with Montagne. I don't know which way the discussion will go, so I was just saying "Prepare for the worst, it's better to have an alternative and not need it than need it and not have it," y'know? At the end of the day, though, when I come back with a decision on the matter, it will be the final word. But I won't be giving that final word until after we've had a chat about it

3) True, but we're hoping to get more. Besides, if you have a character who is "one of the guys" as per his bio and none of the characters treat him as such, then it becomes a bit of an "Informed Attribute," doesn't it?
And no, the population is MUCH smaller than that. A normal modern oil rig (which is the inspiration for this colony) normally has around 200 people working on it. So in my head, anyway, the population is much smaller. Probably around 600 - 1000-ish. We should probably specify that. I'll talk to Montagne and come up with a specific estimate for clarities sake. ^_^

[Cold Heritage]

Name: Albert Baker
Nicknames: Al
Age: 29
Gender & Sexuality: Male, Bisexual

Role: Miner
Motivation: Technically There Were No Warcrimes Because There Was No War Dolla Dolla Bills
Titles: Name
Faceclaim: Unknown, maybe from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure?

Appearance:
Albert is really tall. He's 6'10". The man is also jacked - he has a lot of muscles and weighs in at 124kg. There is a tattoo of a red star on his left trapezius. Albert's hair is a black that seems blue when it catches the light just right, and it has some natural waviness to it. His body is hairless and Albert is clean-shaven. One might expect Albert to be rather awkward but he is as well coordinated as a man of his size can be and he is remarkably flexible as well. His hands and feet are notably large, and as with the associated stereotype Al is tremendously well-endowed.

Al typically dress in a dull, drab grey set of coveralls, a grey muscle shirt, a set of grey boxers, and socks of the same.


Personality:
Albert is a fairly easy-going fellow. He's done things in the past he's not proud of, but on Ragna-1 that's his business and nobody else's. More often than not he's got a languid smile for all, and he's rather pleased to have the companions incoming. Not just for the sex - although there's that - but for companionship. It's fine enough to be pals with the other guys but Al really is looking forward to the more emotional aspect of the companion - the 'girlfriend' experience. Although he doesn't hold out much hope for finding someone to be his exclusive companion but he thinks it'd be enough if he had someone he could hold and cuddle with for a bit.

As far work goes, Al has a good work ethic and is a steady hand. He's a lot better at handling the stresses of the job than most, but he's not a machine and has his limits too. There's an honesty to the work that Albert likes, and even at the end of a long shift, covered in grime, particulates, sweat, and what have you . . . he still feels clean.


History:
"The Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic is a perfect, glorious regime that respects all of its treaty obligations viz a viz human rights, the rules of engagement, and the rules of war. The Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic unequivocally denies the allegations that the 601st Interstellar Shock Battalion operated within Alliance space. Absolutely no citizens of the Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic nor any members of its proud, honourable armed forces participated in the alleged attack on Alliance Medical Station Pi Invictus Gamma, and the Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic extends its deepest condolences to the families of those lost in what forensic investigations will certainly reveal to be a tragic accident brought on by equipment failure and materiel fatigue."
Thomas E. Musser, Executive Director of the Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic Interstellar Relations

Albert had a fairly normal childhood. He was not abused, although he was physically disciplined. It was never excessive and it was always delivered with measured and dispassionate force. The purpose was always to instruct and improve, never to cause pain and harm for its own sake. His father and instructors always performed the task in that manner, and they did not shy or shirk from what they found was a distasteful duty. The shame that Albert felt for his failings that forced them to lower themselves to such a task was always more potent than anything they did to his body. Albert felt some measure of pride that such incidents were few and far between - a mere half dozen from his birth to adulthood.

As a boy Albert participated in sports and activities to ensure that he was physically fit and capable of operating well within a unit and able to follow instruction. These sports and activities emphasized the importance of personal excellence while also cultivating a subsumation of the individual to a greater whole: everyone should strive to be the best, though not at the expense of their fellows, and the team could only perform at its optimal levels if everyone involved performed their assigned role without striving for personal glory. He won prizes and ribbons for his performance and while he seldom scored firsts in individual achievements teams he was on frequently won regional championships.

Academically Albert was nothing special. He performed adequately and demonstrated average intelligence. After reaching the age of 18 he entered into mandatory military service and performed well, earning commendations and notes of excellence and merit from his instructors. After his mandatory term of military service was completed, Albert elected to remain within the armed forces of the Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic. He was an active combat duty soldier, and he saw action against pirates and criminals who violated the sovereign borders of the Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic, both in defense and in police actions against such. Albert's service record as a member of the 601st Interstellar Shock Battalion will show that he always comported himself with honour and that he was always swift to perform his duty in an ethical manner, obeying lawful orders duly issued by his superior officers. Three times he was awarded the Crimson Ribbon of Meritorious Service, once the Golden Eagle of Valor, and was honourably discharged.

He was 28 when he arrived at R4-6NA, and he took to the work well and with no complaint. If he had nightmares the first few months of his stay, well, deep space affects a lot of people that way. He is over it now and hardly ever wakes up in the middle of his sleep cycle screaming anymore.

Likes: Red meat, cola, milk
Dislikes: Puerile humour, discourtesy, slackers

Character Ons: Intimacy, giving rimming, giving cum facials, cuddling, shocking with his size, having his size praised, having his scrotum played with/licked/sucked
Character Offs: Receiving rimming, waste, blood play, inflicting damage, being called master, inactive bottoms (i.e. a partner who would just lie back and take it without doing anything)

Player O/o: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35549.0 <- my neglected o/o thread
https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=6343 <- my good enough preferences

Extra: Al has exceptional hand/eye coordination and aim. Very few other men on the colony know their way around a knife like he does. He hopes to never use the skills he acquired as a soldier again but he was very good.

Al's main hobby is following science fiction dramas from the Federation of United Systems, because they are seldom of a militaristic bent and their themes of a united humanity encountering alien life and co-existing with it peacefully are so outlandish to him that he can completely become immersed in that fiction.

[Lynnette]

WELL. Lynnette! You are approved! Just go through and make sure you take out the unnecessary bits, like the summary of what should go in the "Appearance" section; you left that in by mistake.

Also, you might want to change it from "Nutritionist" to "Dietician." If I have it round the right way, "Dietician" is the protected term within medical science, whilst anybody can call themselves a "Nutritionist." It's like..."Dietician" is like "Dentist," and Nutritionist is like "Toothiologist." xD
Unless that's the point, in which case, go ahead xD It isn't a problem, just a suggestion Either way, your boy is approved <3


Chapeau! I like him! I just need to get confirmation from Montagne before approving him. ^_^

Well shit I guess I should look for someone else to look after my teeth then, that sounds like a problem. I guess it was kinda weird he was set up in a garage though.

Jokes aside, I went ahead and changed it, and removed the helptext ^^

[Vergil Tanner]

WOAH, he IS jacked.

Also:

"The Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic is a perfect, glorious regime that respects all of its treaty obligations viz a viz human rights, the rules of engagement, and the rules of war. The Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic unequivocally denies the allegations that the 601st Interstellar Shock Battalion operated within Alliance space. Absolutely no citizens of the Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic nor any members of its proud, honourable armed forces participated in the alleged attack on Alliance Medical Station Pi Invictus Gamma, and the Glorious Peoples Galactic Republic extends its deepest condolences to the families of those lost in what forensic investigations will certainly reveal to be a tragic accident brought on by equipment failure and materiel fatigue."

I mean...

Yeah. xD

I like how everybody has basically made the GPR out to be Space China.
Not that you're wrong

WHO SAID THAT?
ALL HAIL THE PEOPLES REPUBLIC.


In all seriousness, he looks good! I'll talk to Montagne when he gets up and get back to you <3



Lynette:

aaaah, a sophisticated scam, then! xD
But awesome <3 I can't wait for Arty to go into the medical bay and annoy help him

[pdragon]

"Unknown, maybe from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure?"

Damn, ya think? 

Immediately made me think of this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWd2WVlljl8

[Lynnette]

Lynette:

aaaah, a sophisticated scam, then! xD
But awesome <3 I can't wait for Arty to go into the medical bay and annoy help him

The medical bay? I didn't realize their provisions were that dire, that sounds problematic. Well, you do what you gotta do, which handsome lad is on the menu tonight?



Also just to follow up, that's Jonathan Joestar from Jojo.

[Vergil Tanner]

Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vT0xYDdyoo

Oh, Oli is there for the same reason Arty is; to seduce help the poor wounded miners


I KNEW HE LOOKED FAMILIAR.

[Cold Heritage]

Thanks for the sauce. I knew it was Jojo or Fist of the North Star.

But awesome <3 I can't wait for Arty to go into the medical bay and annoy help him

You're just asking for some miner to walk in, catch the two of them fooling around playing doctor, and lay down the law so they get back to work.

[Vergil Tanner]

Back to "Work" he says
And what kind of work would that be?