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Shine City V (Cancelled, RP Closed)

Sabine V 4.0

5'5 | 130 lbs.

Sabine D'Aramitz

26 Years Old

Sabine likes to make things most people would buy as a single product : air-conditioners, motors, lightbulbs, distillers, etc. After all, ingenuity is standard for her people's culture.

Among other likes, Sabine has a preference for (extremely) muscular men, as well as money (comes with the die-hard high-rise life), and (quite secretly) substances no one in their right mind should be touching younger women. It's how most of her relationships prior to coming here were touch first, cuddles later. In fact, touch has been more of a commodity than proof of love, and it hasn't garnered any lasting relationships over the years. She's not a jealous woman, by any means.

The smell of jalapeños are unbearable, but for the sake of money and customer satisfaction, she's learned to put up with it.

Among other dislikes, she hates drama / scandal on any scale, detests standards for what defines a relationship, and absolutely abhors mornings. It's a bad habit for her to immediately clock out by sunrise, but if it means sneaking a "cuddle" or two with her, she won't mind...

...that is, if you're paying by the hour.

Trick :

"I can still do a Rubik's Cube with three shots of cognac, if that counts! And uh...same with most other logic games. Jenga, Tic-Tac, Mindsweeper, Chess, Malancala..."

Profession:

• Camgirl - 100% questionable, 100% profitable.
• Owner of the increasingly popular D'Aramitz Cafe. She's chef, deliveryman, and business owner all rolled in one.

Bio/Personality:

Sabine came in from another country, specifically the little island that lost the game of nuclear-hot-potatoes. The hometown in question was a place where the wealthiest came to purchase premium services in a certain hotel chain, a chain that became filthy rich once the tourist industry detonated post-normalization of foreign relations. The town, once a simple tourist-stop village, became a prime-time vacation spot, and with the influx of tourists also came the eviction of her house and gym to provide more room for the hotel's pool. By then, Sabine was already a "working lady" right out of her graduation from her high school (her training was statuatory, to say the least), and had made enough money to fly over to Shine City for a permanent residence. Unfortunately, the money pool wasn't nearly big enough to pay for the education most others would have by her age. Over here, she found no opportunities to continue her old way of life, and so she quietly slipped into the town to do the odd job or three, until she could be kept as a main-stay aid for cooking. Who knew she had it in her to live her old childhood fantasies?

With the last few months of adjustment, everything has reverted back to a strange, reminiscent lifestyle of the one she had once fled from. Given, she's free from the influence of pimps and drugs now, but between the webcams and the by-the-meal pay she gets delivering home-cooked courses to students at the Academy, romance has had even less time than before. That, and the incident still lingers in her mind...

So, if you haven't noticed yet, she's quite the busybody. Rents to pay, jobs to work, and let's not forget the fact that she was 25! (Old enough for a quarter-life crisis!)

Addendum : she's 26 now!

It's paying off, though; Sabine now owns the D'aramitz Café at a barely-paying-the-rent-rate, a catering/delivering service with plenty of vacant spots for those in need of a steady flow of income. Webcam seshes are at an all-time low back for an extra few bucks and some fun, and things seem to be looking up now. Finally!

Café Theme!


Resumé-builders and newcomers are welcome to work!

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Shine City V (Cancelled, RP Closed)

As much as I love Arty I felt that it was time for a change of character. Tell me what you think =)

@Saarebas

Never in a Shine City can you not have a muscleman.

C-10

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Shine City V (Cancelled, RP Closed)

Erm...Discord's not working?

C-10

Jack blinked hard a few times as he tries to adjust to a somewhat blurry awakening. For a moment, he panicked when he realized that it was rather difficult to stand, but he soon enough resigned to sitting up straight to getting a better understanding of his surroundings -- the fitness room's...closet. Clammy hands clumsily slapped along the floor, reaching for something, anything to pull himself up, but nothing was in arm's reach.

So Jack waited.

Maybe something struck him in the head, or the sheer shock of it all still wasn't allowing him to process the whole incident, but breathing easy wasn't so much of a difficult task as he would have first thought of it to be. Just within a few feet's worth of length was the first-aid kit, so Jack made his way over there by half-crawling, half-dragging himself. That in itself proved to be a more difficult task, especially considering the fact that he had to avoid the variety of overturned, broken gym equipment. Considering how much of a mess the closet was in, it was a miracle that Jack hadn't been worse off than he already was; even the lighter weights were fully capable of caving his skull in from just a few feet's drop.

While he was still fumbling with the latch on the kit's top, there came the knock. Almost immediately Jack wanted to call out, to address the knock, but there were other, more pressing matters at hand.

First and foremost, the incessant chirping from his watchband, which he lazily slapped until it shut off.

Then came the box; if he didn't open the box, he might not get to any pain medications in time. If he didn't at least sedate himself or get a clearer assessment of his current condition, there was simply no way he could oblige himself with anyone's business.

But then again, what if that someone had come to help?

In the real time, what Jack had elected to contemplate about equated into silence, for whoever was outside the door. It wasn't that Jack didn't want to answer; he just took too long to. It's mighty hard to blame someone for taking their time when they've just found themselves completely disoriented, and it might be moreso for those wanting to come out of the closet. No pun intended.

C-10

Jack Cunningham

Jack | 24 | Male


6'1 | 195 lbs. | Green Eyes | Chocolate Hair | Olive Skin Tone

Neurotic | Extroverted | Skeptical

Likes just about everything, except...

...overt dominance, dishonesty, theft, irresponsibility, and rejection.

Like his own name, he's a jack of all trades...
...except in anatomy and biology. Perhaps it's his undying fascination with life?

Regardless of the case, he's more or less a health inspector aboard the ship, if not doubling as a fitness instructor.

He has one estranged father, who continues to do general practice (medically) back at home.

Do mind friend he also has back at home as well; the relationship between the two was not quite romantic, but it was dramatic enough for him to leave her and his father for good.

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

@Stern Algorithm

Getting that B-17 to be armed to the teeth is the best pleasure one can have.

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

@Stern Algorithm

Aw...I wanted to be the gunner...

Sounds good to me. Hell, you can probably get the rest of the plane to be automated for one person.

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

@Stern Algorithm take the wheel.

I mean this seriously; who doesn't want to be the guy manning one of the turrets to fill the sky with lead? We don't need no Ace or Rabbit to cover for us.

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

Gonna be out for the next 3, 4 hours; you guys go on ahead if everyone else besides me posts first.