Suggestions and bullshitting thread, venting, etc. [NSFW]

Name: Rurik
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: (sorta like profile pic) Shark with canine traits (long snout & ears, digitigrade legs & feet)
5’7’’, limber but athletic.
[ Apparel (sans the gun. Eye-height visor-piece is also lower to accommodate long snoot) ]

Occupation: None, practically an unusually well-off vagabond, though occasionally fixes broken machinery, or sells simple items and machine parts created through undisclosed means.

Notes: Skeleton is ossified despite his species, but more unusually, covered in a strange bluish glossy enamel that acts as a “second marrow” for producing “michaniblasts”; cells capable of synthesizing proteins for binding and organizing inorganic materials into constructs. In other words, they can build and maintain components like implants “organically” within his body.

These “implants” can be consciously grown and painlessly extended out from his skin, but this may leave scarring. The extensions can vary, but usually range from lamps, to crystalline semiconductors, to multi-spectrum cameras and fiber-optic telescopes, to fine-manipulation digits, to even additive-manufacturing fronds, where digits split into two or more smaller branches, both with metamaterial flex joints of their own. These branches split again—and again—until each frond divides exponentially into trillions of glittering nanoscale end-effectors for building or repairing anything, as long as Rurik can consciously picture the object with awareness of it’s material composition.
%(rarely, he constructs surreal, abstract objects in his sleep. This is how he’d first discovered his abilities)%

Quote(s):
“It’s a mistake assuming Xerxian citizenry are just listless rabble, all huddled desperately for warmth around a dying campfire no less. For all the high-flown rhetoric about it being the first city since the beginning of the end, founded by immortal royalty and the providence of Eris herself, it’s well worth to remember; most Xerxians are regular folk—or closer to point, descendants of pre-Fall regular folk—who didn’t stay down when an apocalypse of all things told them to lie there and take it.”

“I’m not native to there, but after having lived there for a while, I noticed that there’s a strained smile folks give to each other. They share it over the most mundane things, like spending most of their monthly savings on half-mutated produce at the souks, and they’re doing it to express an understanding: ‘This is awful’, they’re telling eachother, ‘but it could be way worse’.”

“There’s two stark facts that distinguish Xerxes to most other places: one, potable water is plenty easier to come by. Two, the rates of murder, aggravated assault, sexual violence, and starvation all drop by about a million percent once inside the city walls. Every citizen knows to swear homage to Eris and the founders, sure—but it’s really that access to food, water, and safety that they’re pledging fealty to. And they’ll fight to keep that.”

Area you are located: The Deads
^{(Wherever looks sumfin’ leik the pic below, mabbeh Port Arthur or some place along the southeast coast;)}

Name: Clement
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Appearance: [ Unusually theriomorphic and large for a tiny ]

Occupation: Servile Fiduciary (Rurik’s Tiny)

Quotes:
#1.) “Yeah, touching is my third favorite thing to do to things…”

“In case anyone is curious, second is ‘licking’.” ^>->

#2.) Rurik: “I could steal from this aristocrat, and nobody would know…”

Clement: “God would know, Rurik.” ^¯_(ツ)

Rurik: “You’re right, Clement… and He won’t stop pestering me about the twenty bucks he loaned me.” ^>:/

Name: Keres
Age: 23
Gender: Female

Appearance: Similar to Clement [ Visage, with excessive facial piercings and tattoos ]

Occupation: Servile Fiduciary (Rurik’s Tiny)

Quotes:
1.) [ While repeatedly stabbing someone in the chest with a large nail ]

’‘BRING IT, BITCH! BRING IT!’’

2.) Keres: “There’s the target, over there in that crowd running scared around the promenade court.”

Rurik: “Yeah there he is, yellow as piss… How are we gonna get through to him though?”

Keres: “You wanna know something about 12.7mm rounds, Rurik?”

Rurik: “Ahuh… try me.”

Keres: “They have a lot of muzzle energy, even from a cut-down Mae Dois like this.”

“Goes through a lot, see. Walls, armor, car doors…”

CH-CHACK

“…crowds.”