(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/1600x900_20772_Frontier_Town_2d_sci_fi_concept_art_town_picture_image_digital_art_zpspo8aqhf2.jpg)<br/><br/>Priri IV, a world a little too close to it’s sun for humanity to be completely comfortable but rich with minerals. The hot, dry landscape has kept serious colonization from happening, which is say it has kept families from coming and settling down, building forever homes and beautiful cities.The riches this world offers, makes for a booming population, as rough or desperate men arrive to dig in the ground, hoping to find a fortune. And swarming behind such men, come sly men and women, eager to scam, steal and cheat their way to wealth.<br/><br/>The only city, located near to the north pole, serves as the colonial capital. Called Sane, for its said that it's in the only sane place to live on the planet, it serves as a spaceport, the center of the maglev lines and as a massive warehouse complex for the raw ore being pulled from the ground. It also headquarters the rather undermanned and ineffective Colonial Police. For sure, they keep the peace in Sane but there simply aren’t enough of them to go around. With so many small settlements, little more than a handful of shacks, to the ever changing boom towns, many of the ‘towns’ don't have any police officers and those permanent towns that exist, sometimes only have one.<br/><br/>With this lack of officers, most of Priri IV is lawless free for all, filled with roaming gangs of bandits or at best, lynch mobs ready to kill with the slightest evidence.<br/><br/>The town of Freud's Slip, is a little better off than most. The nearby dormant volcano runs with veins of gold, nickel and diamonds and luckily wasn’t snapped up by a big mining company but was divided up into smaller claims, which individuals or small groups brought into. The town is also within sight of a maglev line and has finally been able to get a station built, just a short walk away from the outer buildings. However, this source of wealth, as brought in it’s share of problems. Bandits have attacked the town several times, as have corporate thugs, trying to bully the local claim holders into selling.<br/><br/>However, the town has been well protected by the Chief of Police, Fredrik Hagerstrom, the town’s sole police officer. More akin to a shirriff from the Wild West in Earth’s past, then a modern lawman, he’s known to shoot outlaws, rather than arrest them, much to the locals preference. Alive criminals could commit more crimes. As good as he is, Hagerstrom sends a request for more officers, at least once a week to the headquarters of the Colonial Police. After seven years, it seems like he’s finally getting the reinforcements he wants. In a letter from HQ, he has been informed that he’s getting a K-9 squad.<br/><br/>Although Chief Hagerstrom found the fact he was getting a K-9 unit, he can always find use for more officers and trained police dogs. But it would seem, that someone at Headquarters, thinks they’re a comedian. The chief is not getting officers and dogs but rather a batch of new recruits, who are canine Genomorphs. These beings, carefully created from combining human and canine DNA, have existed for years and years, on more civilized worlds, as pets and servants. In recent years, with a number of lawsuits and petitions, have won them the rights of citizens, freeing them from their bondage and allowed them to reproduce naturally.<br/><br/>Socially progressive members of the Terran League government, have been pushing them into government jobs or as public servants, like police and public defenders. At least one of these officials, had the bright idea to spread acceptance of Genomorphs as free people to the colonies, by sending them out to fulfill open open government positions and knowing of the lawlessness of Priri IV, has decided to send a large contingent of newly trained police officers there. Unfortunately, these newly arriving officers, have been taught to enforce law, on more civilized worlds.<br/><br/>By some quirk of fate, all of the so called K-9 cops, assigned to Freud's Slip, are female<br/><br/><br/><br/><em>Alright folks, If you're still with me, this roleplay is going to be a sci-fi western, focused on one man and his female police force, trying to keep the peace. Its going to be rather freeform, with bandit attacks, robberies, drunken brawls, gunfights and just about anything which would fit into the theme. If there is enough interest, I will open up a few slots for male deputies or if someone wants to help GM, to play as the bad guys.</em><br/><br/><br/><strong>Character Sheets</strong><br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Player:[/b]<br/>[b]Name:[/b]<br/>[b]Age:[/b]<br/>[b]Gender:[/b]<br/>[b]Species:[/b]<br/>[b]Appearance:[/b] (A picture is fine but please add a written description)<br/>[b]Prefered Weapon(s):[/b]<br/>[b]Sexuality:[/b]<br/>[b]History:[/b]<br/>[b]Sexual ons:[/b]<br/>[b]Sexual offs:[/b]<br/></code></pre><br/><br/><strong>Current Cast </strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fredrik Hagerstrom</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> IrishWolf<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Fredrik Hagerstrom<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 32<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> (http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/e1ea7731-f789-473c-b283-ee5842efaa62_zpsbwo0bfy1.jpg)<br/><br/>Standing at a solid six feet, Fredrik is a lean, athletic man, without a scrap of fat on him, muscle like wire wrapped around his bones, with taunt skin.. Tanned and weathered by the sun and wind, he looks like he was born on this hard world. His hair, darkened from a dirty blonde to a deep brown, is cropped short and his face is usually kept shaven clean, although there are times when a thick stubble takes over. The only thing that remains of his once fair complexion are his eyes, a hard ice blue, unforgiving.<br/><strong>Prefered Weapon(s):</strong> Salkov Viper, a double barreled machine pistol <br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> straight and dominate <br/><strong>History:</strong> Fredrik arrived on Priri IV almost fifteen years ago, at the tender age of seventeen. His father had brought him along, in the hopes that the pair of them could strike it rich. For nearly two years, the pair of them worked several claims, the sun slowly turning their naturally fair skin, into a weathered tan. Just a few months before his twentieth birthday, their small camp was attacked by a gang. They weren’t heavily armed, just a single shotgun between the both of them. His father was killed, trying to fend off the raiders and he was shot in the stomach, when he leaped towards the body of his old man. Left to die, after the bandits took everything of value in the camp, he was able to drag himself towards the nearby town of the ironically named, Gutshot Gulch. Luckily, there was a doctor in the town and the man was able to save Fredrik’s life.<br/><br/>Left with nothing in this world, Fredrik took the maglev to Sane. When he left Gutshot, his plan had been to scrape up enough money to take a ship back to the home world and try to find his relatives. However by that time, his grief was turning to anger over his father’s needless death. When he reached Sane, his angered had been built to rage and only fueled by newspapers filled with other stories of robbery and murder. Instead of heading for the spaceport, he went right to the Colonial Police and enlisted. He excel in his training courses, at least the physical elements. His understanding of proper police procedures was rather lacking but those rushing every new recruit through the courses, knew he was the kind of man they needed beyond the city boundaries. <br/><br/>Graduating as a full fledged lawman, Fredrik would spend the next couple of years, moving from boom town to boom town or assigned to units of police, formed to hunt down and eliminate bandit groups. When he turned twenty-five, he was ordered to take the place of dead officer in the new town of Freud's Slip. Arriving in town, he found that not only was he replacing an officer, he was taking over as Chief of Police for the region and he didn’t even have a place to lock anyone up in. As the town grew up around him, he oversaw the construction of a police station, built like a fortress, with enough room for over a dozen more officers to live there. Sadly such reinforcements never arrived. Not even after repeated raids. he’s pretty much resigned to the fact that he’s going to be gunned down at some point in the near future, trying to once again protect his town, standing with only those brave few willing to be deputized.   <br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong> Oral (giving and receiving), rough sex, spur of the moment encounters, controlling another's orgasm, a strong partner to dominate more submissive ones with him.<br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong> Scat, watersports </div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Marcus Lang</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> Juggtacular<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Lang<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 30<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Augmented Human<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> (http://topdycha.pl/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Will-Smith-wzrost-186-cm.jpg)(http://cdn.screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/Suicide-Squad-Deadshot-Costume-HD-682x1024.jpg)<br/><br/>Marcus is a big guy. He's 6'3, 220lbs, and just about all of it is muscle. He's not huge and bulky though, more like wiry muscle. Definitely noticeable but not a body builder. He usually keeps his facial hair styled in a goatee, and his head cut short. He's got scars and track marks dotting his body from his harsh upbringing.<br/><br/> All of Marcus' cybernetics are internal, but you can tell by looking at his eyes. They're normally hazel, but when using one of his vision modes or just because he feels like it, they glow different colors. He dresses like a cowboy from the old west most of the time. Dusters, boots, etc... Though he does have a mission suit that he tends to wear when he's working.<br/><br/><strong>Prefered Weapon(s):</strong> Guns...just guns. Blades if he's feeling vindictive.<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong>History:</strong> Marcus was the result of a whore addicted to Red Sand forgetting to tell her John to wrap it up. He was born 9 months later in one of the dankest, worst slums of one of the worst planets in the galaxy. He was born on Perugia, a place where might makes right and money rules all. From the moment he came out of his mother, life was hell. She didn't want him so she passed him off to child services, but in the slums of Perugia that meant she was just pawning him off to someone who could use a kid.<br/><br/> She got an easy 15k creds off him, and the protective services sold him to a drug kingpin named Lucius who was more than just a bit paranoid. He had Marcus trained up as an assassin, and used him as a child soldier. Primarily he'd send him on pick ups, and then he'd kill the dealer and take his entire shipment. Or he'd plant a tracker on him so Lucius' guys could follow him back to his supplier. You'd think a kid would have a problem with stuff like that, but when you were stuffed with psychotropic drugs and brainwashed to become a heartless killer...it wasn't really that big a deal. That was Marcus' life until he got old enough to actually work for Lucius. The drugs were dialed back until he could actually think on his own, then he was tricked into believing Lucius had saved him when he was younger and that the man was like a father to him.<br/><br/> They'd even fabricated documents and created video evidence to sell it. And Marcus bought it hook, line, and sinker. For two more years he worked for that man, barely making enough to scrape by but believing Lucius only had his best interests at heart despite what he had him doing. Until one fateful day. Marcus got sent to a standard pickup. Easiest job in the world. He went with the drugs, the other guy came with the money. They met up, made the exchange, and to the outside world nothing had even happened. It didn't work that way though.<br/><br/> Lucius had apparently finally grown tired of Marcus, but didn't have the balls to kill him himself. So he set him up. He'd trained Marcus far too well though; a fact he seemed to have forgotten in the past two years. When the dealer drew down on Marcus, the young man snapped and beat him to within an inch of his life. Then he got him to tell him everything...and <em>then</em> he killed him. With money and drugs in hand, he made his way back to Lucius and acted like he knew nothing. He told him the dealer tried to double cross them, but he killed him and took everything. Lucius didn't let on that he'd ordered the assassination, and Marcus didn't let on that he knew everything. <br/><br/>Until he slipped the blade he'd hidden out of a pocket and held it to Lucius' throat. The older man kept trying to play dumb until Marcus explained he knew everything. All of it. From day one. He didn't have a leg to stand on then, and started to plead for his life. He promised money, women, power; whatever Marcus wanted. And as it turned out...Marcus wanted <em>everything</em>. He worked all sorts of information out of Lucius over the next few hours. And when he had everything he knew he could get? Well he killed him of course. That was all he knew. He took every spare cred and weapon he could find after setting a fire in Lucius' office and locking the door behind him.<br/><br/> The entire building went up, and by the time the guards realized what had happened, Marcus was gone with the wind. He spent the next few years just living, until that itch to kill came back. He could never fully beat the programming, and eventually he succumbed. He had money now though, so he bought himself some gear and started taking contract jobs. He was a nobody at first so the pay was shit, but as he killed, he made his way up that ladder until people started recognizing his name. <br/><br/>His star continued to rise over the years until he was one of the best assassins and mercenaries around. And he even began augmenting himself with cybernetics to increase his strength, speed, things of that nature. And then one day it all went to shit. A supposedly simple job went bad; real bad. Bad intel maybe? Or maybe they were just good enough to expect him? He killed a lot of innocent people with a bomb, people he didn't mean to kill. He was caught and held without bail until the men in charge had an idea of what to do with him. <br/><br/>Marcus had done work for the government that they couldn't acknowledge, and his skills were too useful to just lock him away in prison forever or kill him. So when word got out that Hagerstrom was constantly asking for aid in policing Freud's Slip, they figured they'd just ship Marcus there. The stipulations of his release were that he'd help the Sheriff in any capacity he could as a Deputy, and would work with him as a way of staving off his prison sentence. Essentially he was to work for him until he was considered a free man again. A deal he wasn't thrilled about, but it was better than wasting away in a jail cell. He accepted and was shipped out within the week. He just arrived on Priri IV and to be honest is looking forward to the lawlessness of it all. Now he won't feel bad when he tags some slick talking yokel.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong> Seduction, Foreplay, Anal, Oral(giving/receiving), Rough Sex, Public Sex, Multiple Partners<br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong> Scat, Gore, Vore, Watersport, etc...<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gilda</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> Lustful Bride.<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Gilda.<br/><strong>Age:</strong> Unknown.<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Doberman.<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arrest Picture</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://static1.e621.net/data/8f/b8/8fb84a9fd760a28fedf1d586dee2116b.jpg)</div></div>A thin yet fit Doberman female. Gilda has worked hard to keep her figure strong and feminine, she has an earring on her ears and has a docked tail though doesn't remember when she had it docked.<br/><strong>Prefered Weapon(s):</strong> Tazers, shock sticks.<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong>History:</strong>Gilda was a wild dog that had grown without an owner, the product of illegal breeders she never really went through any obedience training and most of her encounters with humans were either sexual or violent, whichever the gang that owned her needed. It wasn't until her gang got put down byt he lawmen that she decided to go clean, (After selling out every last one of her former gang of course)  seeing it in her eyes that being a law dog meant that she could beat anyone up <em>and</em> get paid for it! (not to mention she will be safer surrounded by other officers than dealing with the inevitable back lash all on her own). Shes a rather simple dog, with simple desires. She eats, sleeps, has sex and fights. Whatever is needed she will gladly be there and wear her badge without shame.<br/><br/>She is just lucky that Priri IV has some lax laws and allows a former criminal like her to operate among the other law men and dogs, so long as she keeps her nose clean. But sometimes her hands seem to have a mind of their own.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong>Same as player.<br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong>Same as player.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Danica Skylos</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> Wiccaangel311<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Danica(Dani) Skylos<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Species:</strong> German Shepherd Morph<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> (https://static1.e621.net/data/81/cc/81cc2185fead1bf0a671280ede2cf66f.png)<br/>Dani is a prime example of good breeding. Athletically fit and rather young she leads an extremely active lifestyle. She keeps her Golden Blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail at most time and has piercings along her nose. Fresh out of school she's what you consider a Rookie but don't let her age and inexperience fool you. She is just as deadly and just as powerful as any morph on the force and isn't afraid to show it. <br/><strong>Prefered Weapon(s):</strong> Guns and teeth<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bi Sexual switch who won't lie down for just anyone<br/><strong>History:</strong> Bred on a ranch on the far off system of New Vega. She was bred for police work as nothing more than a slave to the New Vega PD. By the time she had matured however the Morph's of New Vega had been freed. Well having no idea what to do with all her training she enlisted as an Officer in and went straight into school Now fresh out of school and graduating top of her class she makes her way out to Priri IV to test if her training has really paid off. <br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong> See O/O located in signature<br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong>See O/O located in signature<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shéya Reinhart</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> TheBlackThrone<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Shéya Reinhart<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Akita/Wolf<br/><strong>Written Description</strong> Sheya is 5’8” with a toned and voluptuous figure. Her pelt has been groomed to a thinner coat to deal with the heat of the desert and is composed of black, grays, and whites. It clings to her figure like a second skin, hinting the light six pack on her abdomen and the muscles of her thighs and arms. She takes care of her fur as well as her mane of raven hair both being silky and downy to the touch. Blue streaks of dye can be found in her hair and on her tail for faddish reasons, matching her icy, blue orbs that bear a dim glow from her genomorphy.<br/><br/>The lieutenant when on-duty can be found wearing a tasteful dress jacket and blouse with her hair wrapped up with a hair clip, and a dress skirt or pants depending upon the mood she’s in. When in combat, she wears a tactical armored vest, tri-polyfiber shorts, knee and elbows guards, and fingerless gloves. Her badge often rests over her right boob, and she wears a tactical belt that carries items from handcuffs to a mini medkit.<br/><br/>Off-duty, Sheya wears clothes just like a typical human female her age.<br/><br/>Despite being a genomorph, specifically a canine genomorph, she still bears characteristics of beauty from her long, thick hair, ample bosom, and round shapely hips. Her laid-back, down-to-earth attitude can be seen on her face as she often keeps calm and focused even in the worst of situations.<br/><strong>Visual Appearance:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sheya</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i918.photobucket.com/albums/ad28/Uchihas_blackrose/1209666548strypenakomiskp5.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Preferred Weapon(s):</strong> <br/>x <span class="bbc_u">Niko Ghost Sight Sniper Rifle</span> – A sniper rifle that lives up to its name, “Ghost.” The rifle is capable of infrared, night vision, and electromagnetic detection. If it has a heartbeat, she can find it. If it’s electronic, she can find it. The rifle’s detection system like a ghost can pass through nearly any obstacle to identify a target. Once the target has been detected, a round of condensed plasma is ejected from the barrel on a mere <em>click</em> to strike and incinerate a cantelope-sized hole in the target. “Ghost” is a weapon Sheya only deploys on the gravest of missions. Most missions she can handle up close and personal.<br/>X <span class="bbc_u">P-999 Bayonetta</span> – An assault rifle with four modes: Safe, Semi, Burst, and X. The “X” or “Extreme” mode is a demolition mode where a pyre flower grenade is launched with the devastation of napalm, thus its “extreme” labeling. When a Papa Fox (her code name for the Pyre Flower) detonates, the explosion blooms outwards like a blue flower coating and melting everything in liquid plasma up to a 50m radius. Its name “P-999” comes from the 999 plasma rounds per minute it releases on burst mode. She prefers to only switch to burst mode when confronted with a tough, close-quarters enemy, otherwise, she uses semi.<br/>x <span class="bbc_u">Standard Pistol</span> – When off-duty and her other weapons are locked away in a locker, Sheya will carry a concealed pistol with DNA detection lock/release. The gun is programmed to only fire for the true owner of the weapon.<br/>x <span class="bbc_u">Standard Tactical Knife</span> – for cutting things and not just flesh, but basic utility and stealth kills.<br/>x <span class="bbc_u">Combat Gloves</span> – her fingerless gloves have reinforced knuckles to ensure her punches deal extra damage.<br/>x <span class="bbc_u">Martial Arts</span> – Her teeth, fists, feet, and claws are all weapons she naturally employs. She is well-trained in grappling, takedowns, throws, and submissions, and is not a creature to take lightly even if unarmed. She is lean and acrobatic, capable of taking down her enemies swift, silent, and hard.<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual (might vary depending on how character interaction plays out)<br/><br/><strong>History</strong>: Sheya was born into the ugly reality of genomorph trafficking. Her mother was one of many captured male and female canine genomorphs artificially engineered from humans and trafficked throughout the galaxy to be used as sex slaves for those wealthy individuals who stayed under the radar of the Galactic Police Force (GPF). She was born a natural genomorph when one of the hostages raped her out of desperation. They were all going to die anyway right? The police would never find them. She gave birth to Sheya in her captivity and did her best to raise and protect her, but she could not protect her child from life’s hellish lessons. The pup witnessed on countless occasions her mother being raped against her will and being forced into service. Their kidnappers would terrify her with vows that when she came of age, she would be subjected to the same cruelty. Fortunately, fate did not wish for her to suffer any longer.<br/><br/>One of the females snapped and had managed to escape from her john. She alerted the GPF of their location, and soon the trafficking ship was surrounded by a fleet. Hope filled the hearts of the captives until the traffickers refused to surrender. In a desperate chase across the stars, the traffickers fled and the canines desperate to aid the police staged a mutiny against their captors and attempted to take over the ship. Many canines died in the attempt from gunshot wounds and maiming. With no pilots to fly it, the ship crashed on the ice planet Zero. The GPF spent days cleaning up the wreckage an uncovering the bodies of the captured. Being one of few survivors, Sheya was found in the embrace of her dead mother, her fur singed and unconscious. She was discovered by <strong>Lieutenant Arben Reinhart</strong> and she was placed under his care and protection until they could find her a family willing to take in a genomorph. Sheya, however, grew close to her guardian and he close to her. He eventually adopted her as his daughter and raised her to become one of the top officers in the GPF.<br/><br/>Recently, the GPF received a distress signal from Priri IV, requesting for more officers. Sheya volunteered to leave on orders to Sane to assist the Colonial Police and hadn’t expected to be shipped somewhere else, to a small town called, “Freud’s Slip.”<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Ons:</strong> Back and shoulder massages, scratched behind the ears, tit play, doggie style, anal, biting, licking, scratching, rough/soft sex, choker chains, dirty talk at the right moment, flirting, and a strong partner.<br/><strong>Sexual Offs:</strong> Anything that belongs in a toilet should stay in a toilet, and being forced upon.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bianka Saint</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> Keelan<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Bianka Saint<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 40<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> F(uta)<br/><strong>Species:</strong> St. Bernard<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HRRY4My.jpg)</div><strong>Appearance:</strong> Standing 6'0" Bianka is a whopping 260lbs and in many ways could be viewed as a solid, fast-moving mountain (and she may not be the fastest, but damn if she can't haul ass with the best of them!).  Heavy-breasted, heavy-hipped, big butt, even the parts between her legs are big, as is often her puppy-like grin.  She walks a fine line between clearly relaxed and obviously on-edge and aware, and some are surprised by the mind behind her rather physical, large exterior (proves the 'big and dumb' adage quite wrong).  Surprisingly her fur is rather soft, especially her 'hair' on her head, which is shoulder-length and quite fluffy, brown and white naturally and always kept clean and groomed.  Surprisingly she's not fond of clothing, likes working without a shirt on, but when on-duty dresses in full, proper uniform armor and all.<br/><strong>Preferred Weapon(s)</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>TMMAP-K9</strong>: Pronounced "Tee-Map-Kay-Nine", the Terran Military Martial Arts Program, Canine Variant was a variant of the TMMAP system taught to Terran League Army, Marine, and Special Forces canimorphs.  The system is built around rapid threat neutralization, aggression, simultaneous attack and defense, all with strong emphasis on the Continuum of Force.  The Canine Variant adapts the techniques for the physiology and instincts of canimorphs, including application of claws and fangs, adjusting kicking techniques for the digitigrade breeds, and adjusting for the overall more significant physical reflexes and prowess of canimorphs compared to humans.  Bianka is rated a Master Instructor in TMMAP-K9 and was previously part of the credentialing board for PMC-Variant training programs.</li><li><strong>Ballistic Knife (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e2/Ballistic_knife-01.jpg)</strong>: A common ballistic knife with a firing mechanism based around compressed air, the titanium knife is not a standard-issue tool; it's Bianka's own tool and 'toy'.</li><li><strong>Telescopic Baton (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31thuosNQDL._SL500_AA300_.jpg)</strong>: A telescopic baton made of titanium alloy.  It lacks the electrical discharge of standard-issue 'stunsticks' but otherwise meets the standard-issue criteria.  Bianka simply prefers to avoid electricity in close quarters.</li><li><strong>THM-K9 (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/23/FN5701.jpg)</strong>: Terran League Handgun Model-Canine, aka "Timmy," a modification of the standard issue sidearm for Terran League planetside peacekeeping and paramilitary agencies.  The only difference is in ergonomics; canimorphs have claws, fur, and slight changes reminiscent of their digitigrade ancestors that while not preventing them from using standard human weapons, makes it noticeably less comfortable to use.  This gun fixes that and has the reverse problem for humans attempting to use it.</li><li><strong>Custom Modular CQB Operator "Saint's Blessing" (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/11/d1/45/11d1455305ce9bc7a1c5e468bc6158f1.jpg)</strong>: Custom-built by Bianca to meet her personal operational requirements and standards.  She favors it to standard-issue operators for CQB scenarios.  The weapon has a modular build, allowing her to adjust her weapon to expected engagement ranges without having to swap for a different weapon.  It's bullpup in design and made to be rather rugged; Bianka wanted a gun that she didn't have to worry about it breaking short of being melted to scrap.  It has three fire modes, but almost always is set to semi-automatic; Bianka prefers trigger discipline to letting the operator spew out bullets without her consent.  She calls it 'Saint's Blessing,' complete with a dark chuckle...</li><li><strong>Saint's Keg (http://www.barrelsonline.com/images/Store/dog_keg/dog_keg_pic2.jpg)</strong>: A small keg fit for Bianka to wear, the keg is filled with top-quality brandy, but also holds a Holdout Snub-Nose Revolver (http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/92/640x533_16149_SciFi_Snubnose_Revolver_Shot6_3d_futuristic_weapon_revolver_picture_image_digital_art.jpg) as well.  It also contains quite a hefty amount of highly stable plastic explosive, for use in an emergency of course.</li></ul><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Homoflexible Dominant<br/><strong>History:</strong> Created as a result of an experiment to create a working canimorph with the <em>balls</em> of the historically life-saving hard-working breed, and the build and physical prowess to facilitate such success.  The geneticists knew they were successful when the female canimorph was born having grown her very own and very sizable pair.  She was trained to work and to serve, and to do so proudly and happily.  When she was legally a citizen, given freedom to do as she wished, she eagerly continued doing what she'd been trained to do... only now she was making said choice and was being paid for it.<br/><br/>Her genetic predisposition and natural talent made her excel in close quarters and unarmed combat, but her specific specialization was as a 'Sapper'; a Combat Engineer and unit leader, with skills in armoring and gunsmithing in addition.  After years of service she was eventually brought to be an instructor, since until then most canimorphs were trained by humans and they really needed canimorphs that could train other canimorphs.  Naturally, she was all too eager, and her experience actually helped her refine the training regimens for canimorphs in military and public-service positions, from unarmed combat to weapons and armor designed to meet their unique needs.  Upon the end of her 2nd 10-year contract with the TL Armed Planetside Forces, she continued working as a private contractor for the agency regulating PMCs in Terran League Space, helping to develop specialized versions of TMMAP-K9 to fit a variety of uses.<br/><br/>She has since retired with full pension after 25 years of service, but nonetheless finds herself unable to 'sit and stay,' and so enlisted for a peacekeeping operation in a colony planet, which she figured was quiet enough for an 'old dog,' continuing to do largely what she'd been doing for the previous 25 years...<br/><br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong> Anal (G&amp;R), Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Humiliating Others, Oral (G&amp;R), Public Nudity, Cuddling/Snuggling/Petting/Romance<br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong> Scat, Gore, NC as Victim (Ask OOC first)<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bella Cheyenne</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> MadPanda<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Bella Cheyenne<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 25<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> F<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Canimorph / Australian Shepherd and Black Labrador mix<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> Short, stocky, and solidly built, Bella favors the Lab side of her heritage, showing the Aussie mostly in her thick, curly headfur with a mottled black, grey, white, and tan speckled color pattern.  She's stronger than she looks, having been bred on a hi-grav world.  When not on duty, she prefers to wear as little as she can without breaking local taboos.  On-duty, she sticks to the uniform.<br/><strong>Preferred Weapon(s):</strong> Pump shotgun, stun baton<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br/><strong>History:</strong> Lance Corporal Cheyenne (Ret.) mustered out after a hitch in the New Houston Planetary Defense Force.  She's seen enough action to earn her stripes, mostly through disaster relief efforts and peacekeeping roles.  She earned an honorable discharge and kicked around for a while before she got wind of a new K9 unit forming.  Thinking that a transfer to a nice, quiet frontier world would be more interesting than staying at home, she applied.  Her primary MOS was Combat Medic, and she's happier in a support role than taking point...but her easygoing, happy-go-lucky attitude hides a fierce protective streak.<br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong> Character--voyeurism, light bondage, cuddling, human women (especially leashed, collared, and naked)<br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong> Character--pain, blood, excrement, and rape<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Maxi</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> Diabolus Lupus<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Maxi<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 24<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Species:</strong> American Staffordshire terrier<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> Maxi stands about 5'5"with a stocky build. She’s got a brindle coat with gray “socks”. Her fur is short and she keeps her hair short as well. Her blue eyes usually sparkle with mischievous intent.<br/><br/>When not on duty she tends towards bay functional clothing suited to the environment she's in. On duty she keeps to mostly standard issue uniform, though she always has at least two knives visible on her person<br/><strong>Prefered Weapon(s):</strong> knives or smaller guns<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> hetero-flexible <br/><strong>History:</strong> Despite her rather friendly disposition, Maxi hasn’t had a good run in life. She’s been shipped from one place to another since she was a pup. She figures she won’t be at this post overly long either, but who knows the world always has a way of surprising you when you think you have it figured out.<br/><br/>She’s spent a bit of time in lots of different environments, so she knows how to take care of herself. Mostly. She lacks experience with more intimate social interactions, though she’s been around a little bit. Her tendency to stick her foot in her mouth has led her to her current post. Something about her former CO not liking her opinion that chiuahas were obviously compensating for “something”. Despite her tendency to mouth-off, she’s never had any serious altercations with the law.<br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong> Same as player<br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong> Same as player</div></div><br/><br/><strong>Reserved </strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Darci Sullivan</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> Blinkin<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Darci Sullivan<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Irish Wolf Hound<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> Darci is an excellent example of what genetics can do with an already oustanding breed. Standing at an impressive 6'2, her reddish-brown hair is cut short in a punkish, spunky style over large, triangle ears with a deeper red at the tips. Bright, hazel eyes over the hint of a muzzle, with a black tipped nose and a wide, friendly smile filled with even, straight teeth gives her an approachable aire even at her height and well developed musciature. Generous, but not inappropriately large for her frame breast covers a wide chest; a light covering of the same reddish-brown fur that covers the rest of her body does nothing to distract from the very, very human mammeries and the large nipples that cap them. Her waist narrows to a slim, tight belly before flaring out into well rounded hips and ass with a upswept tail merges into strong thighs to the knees, where they become more canine like. Very human hands hint at soft black padds at the fingertips that none-the-less look gentle for all of the strength. Inspite of her size, she's a gentle giant.<br/><strong>Prefered Weapon(s):</strong> Claws, teeth and a long-range sniper rifle.<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bi-Sexual<br/><strong>History:</strong> Darci was born in the old country on Earth, the product of yet another round of genetic manipulation on an already outstanding breed. Once she matured and began to show the natural intelligence and abilities of her ancient source DNA, she was shipped off to a new agrocultural colony where she was employed as a... predator remover. Whenever a new colony was established, there was always some problem with local predators and the best that previous generatiions could do was limited control... but Darci was something a little different. She would go out and hunt the hunters. Anything that strayed too close to the community got rudely introduced to a new kind of predator... Darci did her job really well.<br/><br/>When she heard that the government was looking for law-enorcement officers, she took the opportunity and went off to police-dog school. Her natural attributes made her an excellent long-distance marksman and she was put into a specialist school for snipers, where she excelled. She's been out of school for a whole month went she waws shipped off to the back of beyond, her heavy-caliber rifle by her side... poor human predators...<br/>[/b] See On's/Off's.<br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong> See On's/Off's.<br/></div></div>