(A steam punk esque RP, very interesting.)<br/>Name: Garrick<br/>Age: 32<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Species/Race: Human<br/>Surface or Sky: Sky<br/>Occupation: Mechanic/Novice Scientist<br/>Abilities: Mechanical prowess, if it can fixed, built, or upgraded, he can most likely take care of it.<br/>Appearance: He is 6'5 with a fit build, dark brown eyes, tanned skin, black hair, and a black ragged beard. He wears his red iron goggles with yellow lenses at all times, a orange long sleeved shirt, black pants, black boots, and a brown duster. Garrick rarely has time for such things as grooming and appearance, one of the reasons his appearance looks so ragged.<br/>Craft type: Steam Ship. It is relatively small, with only two rooms of average size inside it. One held a forge, the controls for the ship, a pile of equipment ranging from gas masks to wrenches in the corner, and a table for use with experiments. The other held two makeshift cots, each looking quite different from the other as one was neat and orderly while the other was covered with junk and mechanical parts. The ship had a small balcony used for fresh air, entrance, and docking.<br/>Pred/Prey/Switch: Prey<br/>Types of vore allowed: Anything other than anal and hard vore.<br/>Garrick was born an orphan with a predisposition to the forge, and early on discovered his interest in engineering. After years of working as a mechanic, assistant, and other less notable jobs he earned enough money to buy a ship, which he named the "Sanguine Pursuit" after his pursuit for engineering. He began to gain interest in the history of the world, and on one trip to the ground he discovered a wounded man. The man swore his service to Garrick after he saved him, offering to be his bodyguard free of charge.<br/><br/>Name: Shamus<br/>Age: 35<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Species/Race: Human<br/>Surface or Sky: Sky<br/>Occupation: Ex-Pirate/Bodyguard<br/>Abilities: Brute strength, and he is relatively cunning.<br/>Appearance: Shamus is 7'2, with white skin, a large muscular build, short red hair, green eyes and a almost clean shaven face. Shamus wears a brown tweed cap, a black shirt, ragged blue jeans, brown shoes, and a black overcoat.<br/>Craft type: Works on the Sanguine Pursuit<br/>Pred/Prey/Switch: Prey<br/>-Types of vore allowed: Anything other than anal and hard vore.<br/>Shamus was born into the life of pirating, with his childhood short lived as he was pushed into the life by his father. He learned all that knew of history, friendship, and other knowledge from his crewmates, something that helped him out of a few bad situations later in his life. Shamus grew from a boy to a large man quickly, with his size usually enough to end a conflict with others. On a chance excursion to the ground he was injured severely and left to die by his crew, and when Garrick helped him out he dedicated his service to the man who saved him. Though this generally involves helping him with work and acquiring materials for him, he has built up a camaraderie with Garrick over the last couple years.<br/><br/>Garrick docked the ship with a sigh as he turned to Shamus, who leaned gainst the wall with a smile on his face. "May I ask why you find it necessary to stop here of all places, we are good on supplies, equipment, and other such necessary items." Garrick asked with annoyance, having been working in silence when Shamus "suggested" that they dock.<br/><br/>Shamus walked towards the door leading to the outside, opening it before turning to Garrick. "There's a hole as big as your goddamned head in the bed side of the ship, and though you don't seem to have time for sleep, it's a bit difficult to do when you can't hear your own thoughts over the wind." Shamus said as exited the ship, taking in a deep breath as he looked up into the sky.<br/><br/>Garrick followed him out with a frown, having never liked direct interactions with groups of people, let alone a whole city. "If it was that necessary you would be dead, but fine, have your fun. I'll be here with the ship while you go off and adventure, just remember to get the metal necessary before coming back." Garrick said with a shrug as he leaned against the ship, whistling a quiet tune as he observed the crowd.