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Mark Rockhoof is a captain in the Terran royal space fleet. No one calls him Mark though, everyone, everyone calls him Rock. He worked very hard to get where he is in the fleet, and definitely earned his rank. He's very hard working. He doesn't really like other people though, and gets really snippy when he has to deal with them. He'd rather be staring down his rifle sights than in someone else's eyes.

He's always had his sights set on the military, and started training and getting into top, "rock" solid shape from when he was young. He's always been disinterested in others as well. Although he made a few compromises in high school. As a freshman, he realized that he would be desirable, so he decided to ask a senior with a particular reputation to be his girlfriend, so that he could appear "taken" without actually having to deal with a girlfriend. She agreed, but of course with the condition that they would have sex whenever she asked, which wouldn't be that often anyway as she had others she could ask too. This suited him just fine. He didn't have to deal with anyone, and he got to have sex on the side. When she left, he got a new girlfriend to do the same. That way he never had to deal with one girl for too long, and nothing ever got too serious. This continued until his senior year. Rumors had started to go around, recognizing the fact that he never had one girlfriend for too long, and speculating as to why that would be. Everyone was too scared of him to do anything about it by that time anyway, so it didn't matter. Except for one boy with a crush, who latched onto one of the rumors.

"So, you're gay, right?"
"...What?"
"That's why you never have a girlfriend for more than a year, right?"
"...If I was gay, would I have a girlfriend in the first place?"
"Oh." And still the boy stood there, Rock was getting irritated. "Then, why do you always get a new one?"
"Because I don't like dealing with people," he gritted, hoping the kid would get the point.
"Ohhhhhhhh." And still he didn't leave. "Well, can I give you a blow job? I think you're really hot."
Rock never turns down a blow job. Turns out the kid wasn't bad at it either. And at least he finally got rid of the kid.

Here we have Sarvi and Syösk Voimanpesä. Sarvi is the blue and younger, and Syosk is the red and older.

Sarvi is more calm and peaceful, apt to giggle a lot and would rather play with action figures or board games. Maybe he's just a little childish, but that's all he'll admit to. Just a little. To everyone's surprise, he actually likes girls. Not to everyone's surprise, he likes being topped by them. He's very submissive in bed.

Syosk is much more warlike, and lives up to their family name ("powerhouse"). While he doesn't actively seek fights, he'll get into one at the merest hint of his opponent wanting one. He'll step up and defend anyone that's being picked a fight with, unless he knows they can handle a fight or if he knows they deserve to get his/her a** beaten. He seems distant and aloof, and most people think he thinks he's better and stronger than everyone else, but those who do manage to get close know that there's a reason he doesn't get close to people. He lost his best friend in a dangerous fight, one that his opponent cheated in. He protects his little brother at all costs, even though he constantly chides him for not being stronger.

NOT to everyone's surprise, Syosk likes women, but everyone would s**t their pants if they heard he'd been topped in bed. He's much more dominant than his brother, but not quite as dominant as the women his brother prefers.

His name is prounced "sands" but without the D.


Sans padded across the small house into his library, easily the biggest room. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and sighed, cursing the damn things. He always claimed they easily cost more than his whole library, but in reality they only probably cost about half. Pushing the thought of glasses out of his mind, he settled down on the long chair and began bookworming his way through the book he was reading on the Water Serpents of Benhron. He caught himself reading the same sentence for about the fifth time, when he sighed and looked out the bay window up towards Mbhira's main library. He would sell everything he owned, except maybe the glasses because he needed those, to be able to be one of the library's attendants. He rustled his wings sadly, knowing that he would never become one of the fabled attendants, with how many other more qualified, and much richer scholars he had to compete with. He brushed a bit of his wild mane out of his face and returned to his book.


His parents had died a while ago, and left him everything, him being their only son. While "everything" wasn't as much as most, it was still a lot. He walked along the wall of the library, running his hand softly across the books. He had sold everything to buy his books. Well, almost everything. He kept the anklet that he always wore around his left ankle. A golden band engraved with the family crest and a red ruby in the middle. He would've sold that too, but he needed it to prove his heritage. He sighed and plucked a random book off the shelf to take his mind of his family. He didn't much like thinking about them. Not that he didn't like them, he just didn't care to go over their deaths again. He plopped down on the chair and quickly lost himself in the book.

• Sans doesn't care. No, shut your mouth, he doesn't care. What did he just say? He doesn't care what you just found in the desert, he doesn't care who you just beat. Unless you're giving him a book, shut your face. And then just give him the book and go away.
  
  
• Sans wears glasses. Despite how much he goes on and on about how expensive they are, he didn't buy them. They were a gift from his parents when he was youngish and just starting to be taught how to read. He got so frustrated when he couldn't make out the words, he threw the book across the room. Since he can't be treating books and knowledge with that sort of disrespect (and because his parents loved him), he got glasses.
  
  
• His parents are dead. They died naturally, and sort of a while ago, so Sans isn't sad. While he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he did care for his parents. He doesn't miss them anymore, and doesn't show his mourning at their death, but he does care.
  
  
• His glasses and the golden anklet engraved with the family crest and a ruby in the center that he always wore on his left ankle are the only things left that he has of his parents. Which is, of course, completely his fault.
  
  
• His parents had normal wealth for the society of Mbhira, and left him every thing when they died. Which, of course, he immediately sold. The house, the jewelry, the slaves, everything, except the books. He bought a small house with a large library, and spend the rest of the wealth on books. He would have sold the anklet too, if he didn't need it to prove his heritage.
  
  
• He works at one of the smaller libraries around Mbhira. He's gotta make income somehow, so he can buy more books.
  
  
• What he really wants to do is to become one of the live-in attendants of Mbhira's main library. He would give his entire collection of books to be able to work there. He might even kill someone, if he knew he wouldn't get in trouble for it. Maybe. But he tells himself he'll never be candidate to work there, because there are more qualified people for the job, and outside the qualified ones, there are a lot more who could buy their way in with more money than he's worth.
  
  
• Despite being a total bookworm, he actually knows how to fight. He can't duke it out with the best of them, but he can hold an attacker off until he can get away.

1) What gender are you?
Male.

2) What is your age?
That's none of your business. (Because I haven't thought of it. >.>)

3) Do you want a hug?
No. Don't you dare touch me.

4) Are you paranoid?
I wouldn't say so.

5) Do you have any bad habits?
I maybe spend too much on books, if such a thing is possible.

6) What is your favorite food?
I don't eat for pleasure, I eat because my body needs it.

7) What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?
Ice... cream?

8 ) Are you a virgin?
*flusters* That is certainly none of your business. (Lol, he's embarrassed that he's a virgin.)

9) Have you killed anyone?
No, but I would if I had to.

10) Do you hate anyone?
I don't know anyone well enough to hate them, but plenty of people annoy me.

11) Do you have any secrets?
Not particularly. I live fairly openly and simply, I do nothing that needs to be kept secret.

12) What is your favorite season?
Seasons? I live in the desert. We have hot and hotter.

13) Who is your best friend(s)?
My books.

14) What are your hobbies?
Reading.

15) What is your favorite drink?
Like eating, I don't drink for pleasure.

16) When is your birthday?
That is also none of your business. (Also because I haven't thought of one. xD)

17) Are you Kira?
What? (Because Death Note references are stupid.)

18 ) Are you nice or mean?
I am blunt and fairly intolerant of annoyances, most people would call these traits "mean."

19) Do you have any siblings?
I do not.

20) What do you think of your parents?
They're dead, there's no use thinking of them.

21) Do you like your school?
Here, knowledge is passed on through parents and books. I never went to school.

22) How long can you stay under water?
I really dislike being wet.

23) Do you have a mission in life?
I desire to work at Mbhira's main library, I suppose that counts.

24) Do you love someone?
Not a person, but my books.

25) What's your favorite band?
I don't listen to much music.

26) Ever worn a dress?
I wear what some would consider a skirt. It is very free and doesn't get in the way.

26) Wanted to have kids?
Absolutely not.

27) Favorite Video Games?
Video games?

28 ) At night?
What? Are you inquiring what I do at night? I read and sleep.

29) Ever kissed anyone?
No. Why are you asking so many private questions?

30) What’s your favorite thing to touch?
...Old books. The pages are worn, and filled with memories.

31) Anyone love you?
My parents.

32) What’s your favorite color?
I don't have a particular favorite, but gold is very attractive.

33) When was the last time you cried?
...That is certainly none of your business. (He cried when his parents died. ;-; How sad.)

34) Do you have a pet?
I do not. It would only be money wasted that could have been spent on books.

35) Are you Mad(crazy)?
...No? Has someone told you I was?

36) What are you?
I am many things. A sphinx, a librarian, a desert dweller, a book lover.

Avril lives in a partially-sunken temple, serving as one of the guardians of the passage from the upper hallways to the underwater caverns. She's in her mid-twenties and her tail is very powerful. The blue portion of her tail is thick and rubbery, providing more power for moving through the water. Avril's staff is carved from a single piece of wood, including the rings, so they can't be removed except by either breaking the staff head or breaking the rings individually.

Irven, also known by Ira, is a femboy slut. There's only one thing on his mind most of the time, and that's hot steamy cocks in his a**. At least that's what he'll tell you, he has sex far less than 24 hours a day 7 days a week, which is what listening to him leads you to think. That doesn't mean he has a lot of sex. He prefers men who can last all night, which is why he has a few regulars stashed in his phone book, as well if all else fails, several huge dildos stored in his drawer.

While he does have a few sexy dresses, skirts, and bras stored away, he prefers tight clothes over traditionally feminine garb, though he'll often through a too-short skirt over some tight pants.

Nothing pisses him off more than a straight guy hitting on him. He thinks they're blind not to be able to tell the subtle differences between the male and female bodies, and that they're idiots that probably never thought to look in the first place. (Oh boy is Irven a body connoisseur.) To get back at them, he will try to get them drunk enough to sleep with him, and wave morning wood in the unfortunate straight guy's face when he wakes up.

:: Name :: Tsukaya Hideflayer
:: Age :: 20
:: Gender :: Man
:: Race :: Syth
:: Biography :: Tsukaya has always been a rebel. He ran away from home at 15, leaving his surname, Helmson, behind and taking his own, Hideflayer. He completely explored his homeland, quickly finding that the edge was a steady, constant irritant, a cage. When he found out that ones of his own race, the Syth, were the ones keeping the land locked up, he became enraged and gathered a small band of ne'er-do-wells (the only ones that would join him) to fight back against the mages and the Syth. He hasn't made much progress, in fact he hasn't made any at all. However, he still screams about how he'll destroy those oppressors who would cage them, and jumps at any whisper of an uprising or chance to fight.
:: Allegiance :: Screw the Syth, they're keeping us caged! Destroy the stone and free the land!
:: Weapon and Powers :: Steel claws, no powers.
:: Additional Information :: Obviously he's hotheaded, he's loyal, and he loves to run and is very fleet of foot.

Clem's Story

Clem can take any array of things and make them look beautiful. Need something pretty to grace your dinner rock? Bring him some flowers and he'll make you the most amazing dinner-rock-flower-bunch you have ever seen in your life. And it's not just flowers. Stick, rocks, and his favorite, leaves. Of course, you have to pay him, but it's not hard. Sweet meat, even most foods are perfectly fine. People praise him, but he just shrugs it off. He's a very calm and blunt kimeti, only saying what needs to be said, but saying it if it needs to be said. He isn't devoid of emotion, although sometimes it seems like it.

Or, maybe he's not as cut off as he thinks. Denying the fact that he liked other bucks put a lot of stress on himself, and he was thinking "I don't like anybody" when really it was just "I don't like does." Now that he's accepted himself, he's a little more open, but still emotionless around does.

Clem's family is a bit... weird, even scary at times. Or, so he's heard other poeple say. He doesn't see any of it. He loves his family very much, especially his little sister Persimmon. She was his favorite kimeti to arrange things for.

Note: Clematis is a pet from the B/C shop "Matope."