(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 attacks by native lifeforms 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...</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diana Simril</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> LisztesFerenc<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Diana Simril<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Species:</strong> 2nd generation Canine Genomorphs (Doberman Pinscher and Eastern European)<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> Reserving this one since I really like her: <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Doberman</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i868.photobucket.com/albums/ab247/bloodthief/7998d397625e0d7ab6bf5dcc8d319a77.png) (http://s868.photobucket.com/user/bloodthief/media/7998d397625e0d7ab6bf5dcc8d319a77.png.html)</div></div><br/>  Diana is tall, sleek and athletic. Her snout is a bit short for a Doberman genomorph, but otherwise she is characteristic of her strain, with long, sharp ears, her black fur bearing the usual auburn markings on the chest, paws, legs, muzzle, above the eyes, and groin area. She has a thick mohak of  black human hair, with narrow, dark blue eyes, giving her a confident, coy expression.<br/> As per the soft regulation of her police department, all but 2 inches of her tail has been surgically removed, a decision she occasionally regrets.<br/><strong>Prefered Weapon(s):</strong> Light rail rifle, compact fiberglass pistol, stun baton<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong>History:</strong>   Diana was born to two lab-bred genomorphs, creation as part of a mass production effort to ship cannon fodder regiments to the frontlines of the 3rd Bulkan War. Many genomorph lives were lost on the Alliance’s side, but canines, and Doberman especially, fared better than most, as their loyalty and superior comprehension of hierarchy made them ideal choices for bodyguards, and so while they served close the frontlines, by virtue of always being within arm’s reach of an officer. As such, Diana’s parents enjoyed a relatively event free time during the war, until the Sophia Ceasefire.<br/><br/>  Technically being employees of the Alliance Government, even if they were disposable soldiers, the surviving genomorph cannon fodder were some of the first to be granted citizenship. Diana grew up in a genomorph shantytown, the idea of being a slave race existing only the stories of her parents and other elders. Still, there was no question they were second class citizens, and though they were allowed into the human city, some parts where out of bounds, and come 8 o’clock they were required to return. As young things, Diana and her friends would try and hide, but they were always rounded up and returned, scolded at first, then punished with progressive severity, until their little game had to end.<br/><br/>  Undeterred, Diana was keen to find a job amongst the human, as her nature still pulled her towards their city of glass and concrete. She had heard enough horror stories about war to not consider signing up as a soldier, but she wanted something that would give her a chance to run and fight, as such activities did appeal to her. She recalled one of the patrol cars that had rounded her up being driven by a genomorph, and so she signed up to the police academy. Her youthful mischief was not held overly against her, as she was seen as genuinely remorseful during her interview, and sincere when she promised such childish acts of rebellion were behind her. She was accepted and began her training with earnest.<br/><br/>  Like most Doberman canines, Diana desired to advance, but only so far. Management and administration scared her, and she did not desire to be in command of a precinct full of cops, nevertheless she was ambitious enough to want to advance some way up the ladder. This attitude seemed to serve her well, but her past reared its ugly head. An innocent mistake, the Back Alley Runners, a genomorph gang she had joined in her early teens, just a bit of fun, she hadn’t spoken to another member in years. But, she was technically still a member, and it turned out that in her absence, they had graduated from a gang for teenage troublemakers to a proper criminal one. This came to light when they were investigated for drug running.<br/><br/>  Diana’s sincerity was noted by IA, who ultimately decided that her superior should be decided whether she could continue to be a cop.  He offered her a choice: resign from the force, or volunteer as an auxiliary officer on a colony. It was an easy choice, and soon Diana was on her first spacecraft.<br/><br/>  Working among humans among humans has prepared Diana well for her duties as a police officer, and although it isn’t her first choice, she intends to make the best of her new assignment. She has also learnt her lesson, and will be unlikely to join another group so lightly. Like most canine genomorhps, Diana craves social acceptance and a hierarch and is loyal to her human superiors. Among civilian humans she remains professional and distant, though can be lulled into socializing, especially if good food and music is involved. She also never fails to snicker whenever someone makes a bitch joke about her, but is less tolerant when they are aimed at her genomorph friends.<br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong><br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lucy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Player:</strong> Elven Sex Goddess<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Lucy<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> female<br/><strong>Species:</strong> canine (German Shepherd) Genomorphs<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> (http://ist3-3.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/4/2/u/t/42uty/Femalefurryk9_m.jpg) <br/>Lucy is five feet nine inches tall.  Weighs around one hundred and fifty pounds.  Her eyes a amber color to her irises.  Since a canine Genomorph with German Shepherd gene spliced into her DNA code.   She has elongated snout as per the breed.    Her ears were floppy at birth but as per again the breed they have been cropped and now stand up   Her body is covered in brown to lighter shades and white  in her fur.  A thick furry tail completes this Genomorph. <br/><br/><strong>Prefered Weapon(s):</strong> Taser,  billy club and bite. <br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong> Lucy's breed was created to be a corporate security/guard dog.  Much as her canine ancestry would roam  from factories,  warehouse plots and junkyards protecting their owners properties.   For Lucy she was purchased to be just such a corporate asset to protect corporate properties and other assets.   <br/><br/>In Lucy case she was purchased and trained to be a corporate bodyguard.    With her traits such as enhanced smell and enhanced hearing along with the ability to see in the dark through in a black and white perspective.    She was trained and bonded to her corporate masters.    After all the canine breed is known to be man's best friend.  With natural ingrain traits of loyalty and obedience.   Such a life was not only accepted but held a level of contentment for  Lucy.    <br/><br/>The push among the progressives of society would bring about changes among  her kind, other Genomorphs.    As they are given citizenship in the societies among the different Terran worlds.    Of course such upheaval in society comes with resistance.   Not all change is met with welcome arms.    Lucy herself resisted,   such change for she was content in her place in society.   Freedom was and is a matter of perspective.   She was very happy in her contentment to be owned and to serve.   To please her owners.    <br/><br/>Her corporate owners tell her she is free.   It did not change how the world around her smelled.   How those looked at her.   The degree of disgust or that she is a lower life form.  To those that eye her with lustful gazes all that does not change.   She has been told that she is free,  that she will be paid a salary for her employment.    She is asked to sign a contract, something she never had before.  All of this she does without question.  In truth her life at first does not change.    <br/><br/>Those liberal progressives in society through had other plans to move forward.   They see such individuals as Lucy as being  trapped in slavery.   Like many others that are in the same position she is rescued (kidnaped) from her corporate masters.  Although such is not at first realized by Lucy.   Thinking it is a new corporate assignment as she is placed in what is called a K9 unit.   To be shipped out to a frontier world as law enforcement unit.   <br/><br/>Yet over the course of the next six months  as she is slowly taken and re-indoctrinated  in society.   The bonds slowly broken that bind her in both a mental and physical conditioning to her former life.    Her instincts need a sense of belonging and purpose.   The individuals that had rescued her from her corporate world are attuned to such knowledge.    Thus being placed in the K9 unit provides her with that stability and sense of belonging. <br/><br/>And in such her progressive rescuers  goal would be achieved.   Her canine traits having been her dominant traits.  An through she appears more canine in appearance.    She is still half genetically of homo-sapiens.   A genetic modify human.   That human side of her the recessive side of her breed.   That is awakening her own human side within her.   An that is not much different then her canine side.  To want to belong to be part of something in society to feel like she has contributed to that society.   An a lawless pioneer world offers her that sense of such.    Which leads to what is her final structure of who she is, and what she represents and that is her gender.   The qualities of domesticity are more inherent in the female gender.   Perhaps this is the reason the unit is all of the female gender. <br/>  <br/><strong>Sexual ons:</strong>  Straight up fornicating,  either by agreement or being forced as in rape.   Anal and being dominated.  <br/><strong>Sexual offs:</strong>  Vore, mutilation and water sports.   <br/></div></div>