Engineering CYOA Characters

-Nauni the Scylla-

Physical: Nauni's the typical girl next door. Vivid green eyes, fair skin, and a small frame with an average bust that fits in the palm of your hand. Her clay-colored tentacles have a pink underbelly and favor length over width. She has an oriental facial structure, though some other key parts of her appearance propose that she might only be half asian. The scylla's dark brown, neck-length hair is styled to curve near the ends, the fringe combed somewhat to the right side as to only partly obscure her forehead. Nauni's sexual features match her body well, she's clean shaven, has a firm toned backside, and features small pink nipples in the center of her perky bust.

Outfit: Usually wears minidresses with a large amount of jewelry. Uses a headband to tuck her hair back. Likes to show off a bit of skin.

Personality: Nauni has an air of innocence about her. She's happy to do simple, girly things like watch fashion shows, do yoga, and cook. Her financial situation is handled by her generous parents, who are investors, meaning she doesn't have to be stressed by the necessity of work. If anything, she seems like a girl fresh out of art school, though the truth is she's still in college and has no clue what she wants to do in life. She can be a bit clingy and finds it hard to stay away from you. During sex, she prefers to stay close, dominating you gently.

Tidbits learned: Favorite color is purple, doesn't watch much TV, enjoys gymnastics/yoga.
Age Range: Early 20's
Occupation: Sex Hotline
Quality of Life: Rich-Girl, big penthouse apartment.
Phone Number?: Yes. Has a holographic ring for a phone.
Engram Color: Green.
Relationship Lvl: 35/150 (Lovers)
Times sexed: 6

Opinion of You: At first, she thought you were the perfect boyfriend. Every bump in the road was handled properly and lead to a stronger bond, but you recently have been acting strange and distancing yourself from her. This is clearly stressing her out, and due to her clingy nature, she's getting frustrated and desperate, resorting to anger. She is torn between love and saving herself from a broken heart.

History: Obtained phone-number, talked about her hobbies. Knows you tranq'd your boss, asked her out, gave her a flower. comforted her about her job (WITH A NAT FUCKING 20 DE FUCKING STROYED BOYS +10), took an interest in her hobbies, paid for her biosphere ticket, re-assured her on the state of the plants, fucked her in the park, talked to her the morning after. Trusted her to get you from work/gave her a sincere story. Trusted her with your sexual history. Let her take care of you. Snuggled with her. Fucked her in the bathtub. A bit hard-headed, had a slight argument with her, doesn't think you can beat your boss. Trusted her with a huge secret and admitted your mistakes/love to her. Gave her a massage, banged her, and spent the night cuddling. Admitted to fucking someone else behind her back willingly, apologized and want to make it better. Swore to always protect her, some real manly shit. Had rigorous sex with her and Mainframe again. Told her when things went south at work due to the collar, trying to stay positive. Took her on an amazing date with 'dessert' at the end with Mainframe. Said something extremely cruel to Rida. Rolled a nat 1 on jealousy. Was hit by a fucking bus and broken up with immediately after, heartbroken. Visited her at the hospital. Visited her at the hospital again, showed her a video of you and Rida having dom sex fun and rammed her with bus puns. Sent cheshire to talk to her, but the cheshire blabbed and made things worse by giving Nauni the idea that you were at a sex party.

-Dr. Arida the Arachne-

Physical: With her lower body being a massive brown sand-spider, her human half is dwarfed by comparison. Her arms share the thinness of her precise arachnid legs, complete with dainty fingers and sharp nails. This is not reflected in her larger breasts, filling about a D or two. She has black insectoid eyes, tanned skin, and short straight black hair that's cropped around her neckline. Arida's sexual features consist of large, brown-tinted areola and a trimmed sex. She barely has an ass, because she's a giant spider, though that's not to say her hips can't match up. Arida subscribes to the insectoid configuration, meaning she does not have human legs, and instead has a pair of pedipalps, for grabbling prey.

Outfit: Varies. Arida wears her medical uniform, a light green smock with a labcoat, at work. However, when night falls she can be found in BDSM-styled outfits and glitter at the nearest club helping other Mamono tie up their boyfriends.

Personality: Arida is a bit sneaky with a tendency to tease. She's interested in how people tick, loving to test others with rigged questions and unpredictable movements. While her hobbies are mostly unknown to you, it's probably safe to say she's a bondage freak. She enjoys the chase, the struggle, the surround. Every sexual situation is about mental and physical control. She clearly enjoys trapping and teasing her partners with choices, taunting, and fear-inducing waiting. She's a playful betrayer, using her mean-streak in bed to make things more pleasurable rather than torturing.

Tidbits learned: Works at bondage clubs in her spare time. Is good friends with Dr. Rida. Doesn't think rehabilitation is that big a deal. Most likely enjoys 'sounding', or just scaring the piss out of you.
Age Range: Mid 30's
Occupation: MD for Stargliders, specializes in biology
Quality of Life: Decent, large apartment.
Phone Number?: Yes. Uses a flip-phone with a projected screen.
Engram Color: Yellow.
Relationship level: 80/140 (Sex Partners)
Times sexed: 3

Opinion of You: Thinks you're shy, finds that cute. While you two haven't spent much time together, she clearly considers you atleast friends and seems happy to have you around, though your relationship is mostly sexual. You're her #1 victim.

History: Slightly impressed by your ability to take down the boss. You escaped a manticore while poisoned, that's fucking amazing. Had a threesome with her and Dr. Rida. Tried (and failed) to ruse her. Apologized. Told her she was evil for disagreeing with you. Apologized. Fixed her engram. Have her number but refused to give blood again. Gave you a handjob, had fun. Gave her the blood. Called her, refused her help. Obtained Phone Number from Rida. Went home with her after the party. Had sex with her twice, once in the shower and once at the window. Didn't object to her play and even slept with her. Talked to her about her childhood friend, really enjoyed talking about it. Introduced her to Cerra, had a decent conversation.

-Dr. Rida the Manticore-

Physical: Even in her old age, Rida's height never passed 5'5", she's considered a bit of a mane-let. As compensation, Rida is endowed with a voraciously curvaceous figure featuring a bubbly backside and small but perky breasts, around a B. Her major features are ochre brown eyes, strawberry blonde hair kept in a puffy bun, and pale skin flushed with a highlight of red. Her face has pronounced laugh-lines and small crow's feet around her eyes, giving her an older appearance. Her ears and fluffy mane are a dirty creame, blending wonderfully with her rusty red chitin, dark-brown fur, black padding, and black claws. All together, her menangerei of colors create a natural palette utilizing faded and diverse saturation to match. Rida features small pink nipples and a haphazardly trimmed sex. She doesn't try very hard to make it look appealing or presentable, though since she mostly uses her tail on you, she doesn't really have to.

Outift: At work, she wears a labcoat and a pair of rubbery bikini bottoms. At home or out on dates, she's repediately worn t-shirts and sweaters. The same ones. All the time. She refuses to wear pants that cover her thighs, and often goes commando or only dons panties.

Personality: Rida's a hothead. She grew up with a single father, her mother being shoved into rehabilitation (read: Jail) early in her life. She spent most of her youth obsessing over her mother's fate, focusing all of her attention into avoiding people and working on her degree. She likes to create and work at her own lazy pace, refusing to accept help and calling names when she doesn't get her way. She spends most of her time on the internet, and can be a bit of an autist at times. She tries desperately to fit in, constantly building up walls and puffing out her chest to be like the rest of the chadicores, but with little to no success. During sex, she tends to be lazily predatorial, utilizing her skillful shit-talking while letting her tail do all the work. However, she suppresses her sexual urges and predatory instinct with alcohol. That said, for a shut in, she's rather confident, if not just shitfaced all the time.

Tidbits learned: Favorite food is chocolate oranges. Loves Vodka. Refuses to play by the rules of her job. Lives in a shitty apartment. Good friends with Dr. Arida. Likes conspiracy theories. Have her school info.
Age Range: Late 30's
Occupation: Engine Designer at Stargliders, overseer of Section A.
Quality of Life: Squallor, lives in the slums with rigged machines and starcraft-level redneck tech.
Phone Number?: Yes. Uses a flip-phone with a projected screen.
Engram Color: Orange.
Relationship level: 46/100 (Friends)
Times sexed: 3

Opinion of You: Since you've arrived, Rida has opened up a lot. She's more lively than she would be if you'd have left her drinking in her office. Most of the walls she's built up are beginning to drop down and she considers you pretty much the only male worth talking to. She's not even afraid of having sex with you, due to your reassurance. Totally wants to hang out with you a lot more.

History: You fucking shot her, barged into her office without asking, escaped and embarassed her. Explained yourself, Arida likes you. Had a threesome with her and Arida. Tried (and failed) to ruse her. Apologized, were willing to talk it out. Sided with her on the subject of rehabilitation, it's wrong! Agreed to get her some booze. Got her the booze and the entire box of chocolate oranges, made her a cute drink. Came into work with a collar and proceeded to have a conversation that she really enjoyed, likes arguing with you. Had sex with her, re-assured her about rehabilitation again. Hung out with her all day, dropped her down the stairs. Said something extremely cruel to her. Apologized. Cuddled with her, really enjoyed it. Had a big fight in the waffle house. Spent a bonding moment, fucked again and let her take control. Went to her house and watched the Predator remake, despite her losing she had a good time, then you acted like a dipshit and she kicked you out. Called her, refused her help. Didn't talk to her much at the party.

-Kobold Supervisor-

Physical: Like most kobold, she's a wee girl- but she's got the face of a spoiled child. She has dark brown eyes, tan fur and a petite pear-shaped body.

Outfit: Starglider's jumpsuit with a hardhat and high-visibility vest. You've only seen her at work.

Personality: Hot-headed. Tends to be stressed out by her work. She's vulgar, in charge, and has a lot more bark than bite.

Tidbits learned: None
Age Range: Late 20's
Occupation: Supervisor for Starglider's Dock A-3.
Quality of Life: Unknown
Phone Number?: No.
Engram Color: Unknown.
Relationship level: 10/30 (Acquaintances)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: Decent worker, though you had a rough start. You two haven't hung out at all. You haven't even asked her name.

-Evergreen the Troll-

Physical: Short, a bit chubby and average in shape and size. She has pale skin dotted with freckles, a beautiful smile and chocolate brown hair braided with flowered vines.

Outfit: Green and brown sleeveless tunic and almost renassianic filigree design depicting many vines and flowers on her vest, and a simple longskirt of similar design.

Personality: Gentle. Doesn't like to impose on others.

Tidbits learned: None
Age Range: Early 20's
Occupation: Owns Evergreen's Forever Greens, a flower shop.
Quality of Life: Unknown
Phone Number?: No.
Engram Color: Blue.
Relationship level: 0/30 (Acquaintances)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: You were a bit rude to her by asking for a discount, but she's gotten over it.

History: Insulted her flowers, purchased a flower. Meh

-Mainframe the Gazer-

Physical: Mainframe has grey skin with dark crimson inkspots, blue eyes trimmed with gold along the edge of the iris, and long curly copper hair filled with metallic wires of many materials, adding a flash of silver, gold or rubbery black in select strands. There is a metallic gold barcode sewn into the flesh of her left arm, and her engram is located just below her belly button. She has an impish but curvy shape featuring a thick rear, above-average breasts, and a bit of a belly. Her many stalks are jet black, matching her wide fluffy tail. Black dust surrounds her heels and burrows itself in her hair and tail, allowing her to levitate and move with the ease of a sylph.

Outfit: A consistant part of her appearance is her bondage. She wears no clothes, instead she's forced into thick cuffs and braces which bind her to a computer. The bonds are heavy steel and engraved with the glowing chipset grooves seen in engrams. These bonds are located around her neck, wrists and ankles, as well as a few on the base of her stalks sticking from her spine. Her nude body is always on display. She has an unkempt bush and small, dusky nipples.

Personality: Simplistic, mechanical. Mainframe tends to be very confused and slow in her statements, cryptic due to her inability to think humanly anymore. Small remnants of memory and personality are resurfacing, but she still resides in the uncanny valley of childlike AI. It's like she grew up in the wilderness, the rehabilitation of a girl who's never seen the outside world. However, there's a fire inside her, a desire to be free that drives her to the edges of ability. She's determined, patient, and fed up with being caged.

Tidbits learned: Bioengine. Part computer, part biological. Used to process massive amounts of information that couldn't be effectively done with a program. Versatile in her ability to control information and computer programs as though they were her own limbs. Unfortunately, due to this function, she is like a machine in that she does not concern herself with dangers or morals.
Age Range: Unknown
Occupation: Enslaved operator of Starglider's security.
Quality of Life: Terrible. Lives in a tiled room in the basement attached to a massive computer.
Phone Number?: Yes. You communicate telepathically.
Engram Color: Red.
Relationship level: 77/100. (Friends)
Times sexed: 5.
Power Level: 55/65%. 10% allocated to internet connection.

Opinion of You: You are the absolute light to her darkness. You are her chosen champion, from the day she let you into her cage to share in her misery. She is completely reliant on you to save her, and considers you her only friend.

History: Fed her after weeks of starvation, didn't freak out (That hard) when you realized she's a gazer. Shared her memories and called her a friend, promised to save her. Brought her a new friend and let her feed off you. Questioned her and re-assured her. Fed her twice in a row and came to see her on time. Was a little late to feed her but still showed up. Connected her to the internet painfully. Fed her a pittance, though she still loves you. Contacted her for help, came to visit her, had amazing sex and gave her 15% energy. Tried to calm her down during a freak-out while contacting her about the Red Dawn and housing options, somewhat worked but was a bit bumpy.

-Gyura the Inari-

Physical: A fair Kitsune with fluff to spare. Gyura is best described as 'soft'. Her milky white skin smoothly coats her thick hourglass form, and her chubbiness seems to play right into a delightful delicacy. All of the weight is placed in the most tantalizing areas; The hips, the thighs, and the breasts of course, with a bit of cushion kept for the love-handles. Her thick-cheeked, slender face has smooth lips with just a touch of pink and stunning, icy blue eyes framed by straight, honey-blonde hair. To top it all off, she's wrapped in a coat of six long, bushy and fluffy tails almost as thick as her thighs- which is saying something. Gyura fills a G-cup with her massive bust, featuring large pink areola. Her sex is trimmed, but never shaven.

Outfit: While at her shop, Gyura wears a white cardigan with triangular fractals formed from the knitting, black dress pants with matching shoes, and a bright red apron that constricts her bust a bit too much. She even has a little holographic nametag pinned to one of the straps.

Personality: Gyura is fun-loving and mature, preferring hedonistic past-times with lots of rest, sex, and delicious food. She goes with the flow, trying not to stress herself out with work and focusing all her energy into more important things, notably teasing you.

Tidbits learned:
Age Range: Early 30's
Occupation: Owns and runs convenience store.
Quality of Life: Good, runs a clean business.
Phone Number?: Yes. Uses a tablet smartphone.
Engram Color: Blue.
Relationship level: 25/40 (Fuckbuddies)
Times sexed: 2

Opinion of You: You're fun to fuck. Haven't spent much time outside a bit of bump and grind.

History: Bought some oranges in bulk. Had rough oral sex in the storage room. Did not respond to her nude. Barely responded to her nude. Had a threesome with Mimi before the party.

-Mimi the Memecheshire-

Physical: Mimi's got fair skin, a young face, and bright violet eyes. Her appearance is modified heavily to fit into quite the horrendous trend. Her fur and hair is dyed black and striped with a myriad of dull rainbow colors, tie-dye streaks of blue, red, purple, orange and green in every inch of her wavy hair. Her expensive locks look like a christmas tree, plastic feathers and charms attached to different sections of her 'do. She's fashionable, trendy, always spending her time looking for the latest mainstream injoke. Unfortunately, these injokes and appearances are two years old for you. She ends up looking obnoxiously tacky, as her form is not interesting or unique in any way. She's thin with an average bust and hip ratio, which could be considered an hourglass if her midsection weren't as wide. Instead, she simply appears 'normal'.

Outfit: Wears hotpants, uggs, a shirt that says 'cool story bro' and a military cap that reads 'if you're breathing you're horny'. Accessorizes with a nyan cat messenger bag littered with charms and buttons.

Personality: Mimi's bubbly. She seems to be generally happy and ignorant to the world around her. She lives for the next meme, the next joke, the next funny cat picture on the internet. She's constantly glued to her phone, or your dick. You have no clue where the hell she came from, where she works, if she goes to school or already finished, nothing about her seems to come up. She's got no interest in talking about her personal life. She lives for the memes.

Tidbits learned: An absolute cringeworthy meme-machine.
Age Range: Early 20's
Occupation: Probably a Liberal Arts student.
Quality of Life: Unknown
Phone Number?: Yes. Uses a pink cell phone with tons of charms hanging from it.
Engram Color: Green.
Relationship level: 20/100 (Friends, somewhat 1-sided.)
Times sexed: 2

Opinion of You: Meh, doesn't really know you that well. She thinks you were funny the first time you two met, but recently she's just been beta-orbiting and running errands for you.

History: Had sex with her in the locker room, called her out and ignored her at lunch. Really doesn't care about it, is used to it. Let her eat Nauni's lunch, pretty happy about free lunch. Made a costume with her, had fun. Had a threesome with her and Gyura before the party. Trusted her to tell Nauni about the party, she kinda blabbed a bit too much about it.

-Cerra the Kikimora-

Physical: There's a reason you've nick-named her Clifford; Cerra is 7'5” tall. While she doesn't look very intimidating, she has a lot of power underneath her soft hide, she's a gentle giant. Her feathered fur is gray with undertones of snow white, giving her fluffy appearance a touch of purity. Her fair skin easily blushes, the redness in her cheeks only glowing brighter with every charged comment about her. She has a feminine face, wide eyes and soft red lips. Her eyes can be blue, green, or hazel depending on the lighting (they tend to shift throughout the day.) While Cerra is modestly dressed, it's hard to hide her figure. She's rocking double D's and a matching juicy ass that looks fantastically round, especially when she has to reach the harder places around the apartment. Infact, her height is probably purposefully designed to give more candid shots of her ass-ets. Under the hood, Cerra has thick and motherly pink nipples capping her expansive bust and a freshly shaven sex. She takes her hygiene quite seriously.

Outfit: Wears a dark blue double-breasted dress with a french maid styled skirt featuring golden triangular buttons jeweled with opals. Quite high-society, mixes business with servant.

Personality: Submissive and clumsy. Cerra always tries her best to please. She makes a lot of mistakes, but eagerly tries to correct them immediately. She asks permission, pays her share, cares about other's feelings, and overall just has good manners. Like all girls, Cerra tends to get jealous, but rather than talking it out, she'll bottle up her emotions and passive-aggressively leak it out instead. In bed, Cerra will switch for the sake of her partner's pleasure. While on top, she prefers to be gentle and caring, almost motherly. On the bottom, she prefers it rough and degrading.

Tidbits learned: Total buttslut. Doesn't really know how to cook.
Age Range: Mid 20's.
Occupation: Self-Appointed maid of the Anon household. Works for an investment company help desk.
Quality of Life: Lower-Middle Class, apparently can afford her own apartment.
Phone Number?: Yes. Uses a blackberry.
Engram Color: Blue.
Relationship level: 32/100 (Friends)
Times sexed: 1

Opinion of You: Wants to get to know you more. Doesn't like being left home alone.

History: Let her help you, didn't put up too much of a fuss. Had an amazing nat 20 conversation on the train about helping people. Cleaned your house, complimented her for it. Fucked her in the ass and let her sleep over, spooned all night. Left her alone at home to go to a sex party. Suspicious of that. Introduced her to Arida, is suspicious of her but also captivated by the arachne's conversational skills. You thanked her for bringing you her clothes, was delighted to be praised.

-Luna the Werewolf-

Physical: Midnight navy fur, heterochromia (Blue on left, yellow on right), 6'1", short midnight hair with purple and pink streaks.

Outfit: Loves dressing in weird/scene/clubby styles, outfit often changes.

Personality: Luna seems to be a bit of a party girl. She's loud, wild and sometimes a bit romantic. She takes things slow, but intense, and never concerns herself with the future or the past, only the present.

Tidbits learned: None
Age Range: Early 20's
Occupation: Rave Whore
Quality of Life: Unknown
Phone Number?: No, Could ask Arida for it.
Engram Color: Unknown.
Relationship level: 5/30 (Acquaintances)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: Thinks you're cute, wants to get to know you, since you're Arida's friend.

History: Walked away from her to play a children's card game.

-Ophelia "The Ghost" Pathias, the Mad Hatter-

Physical: Ophelia, a woman shrouded in mystery. She has an androgynous face leaning toward feminine, you could believe her to be a young boy with a bit of work. This is because she hides a majority of her visage and body under her outfit. She uses the thickness of cloth to bulk her shoulders, making her look like a damn vampire hunter. Ophelia has black hair with mycellium grasping the roots and winding down the strands, the half-hair, half-mushroom styled into a bobcut. She has a small nose, pale cracked lips, soft cheeks and horrendously empty eyes. Tired bags hang beneath her dull stare, several orange irises separated by rings of white to create hypnotic disks.

Outfit: Large black trenchcoat lined with dull yellow occult symbols, matching wide-brim hat that casts a massive shadow over her whole body and face. A Yu-Gi-Oh card sticks from the band of her hat, only the back shown, which is faded and chipped white. Seems to be made from paper, which is odd for the current time.

Personality: Walled off, controlled. Ophelia refuses to show her true emotions. She's constantly analyizng, glaring, structuring her next move as if every moment were a chess game. She shows no fear, but also takes no risks. Even when it seems as though she's at the end of her rope, she's got an extra 6ft in her pocket. In a way, her personality is confusing. She leaves breadcrums for you to collect on her past, shares personal opinions as though they're nothing and seems as if she's never involved, but it's clear she's hiding something from you...

Tidbits learned: Skilled at evading arrest, likes Yu-Gi-Oh, doesn't like sex,
Age Range: Mid 20's
Occupation: Gangleader of the Blacktops.
Quality of Life: Very Wealthy, owns several business and buildings.
Phone Number?: Yes. Uses an Alias: Allison M.
Engram Color: Blue.
Relationship level: 15/50 (Acquaintances)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: She thinks you're interesting. While at first she thought you were just some dumb kid wandering into a dragon's layer, your tactical skill and luck in Yu-Gi-Oh, coupled with your dedication and conversation skills, has tipped the scales of her void-like heart. She's interested in what you're capable of, but won't be carrying you.

History:  First impression, thinks you're a paladin, slightly annoyed with you. Challenged her by refusing to shoot her. Beat her in Yu-Gi-Oh, a victory not to be taken lightly.

-Elodie the Centaur-

Physical: Elodie's physical appearance is a bit lacking, because she hides it. You know from the tail sticking out from her rear that she has black hair, and despite her breasts being squished by armor, she's clearly got more than a handful. Her tauric half is massive and imposing, though that might just be due to her armor.

Outfit: Curvaceously clad in steel, Elodie is practically defined by her equipment. She's suited in a set of thick overlapping chrome plate set atop a rubber ballistics suit. Her midriff and main joints are less armored ofcourse, opting for enhancing steel-threaded muscle fibers between plates. Her hooves are lined with small deployable treads, which when combined with the thrusters lining her hamstrings, allow her a boost to her forward charge. Her rubbery helmet has a gorget of steel strips to protect her neck and rubber capsules to contain her ears, communicator included. The front of her helmet is nothing more than a dull, reflective screen with a pixelated soundwave colored in a dark, crimson red which matches the silky trim sticking between the folds of plate. A sheath sits across the length of her entire body, from haunch to hip, which holds a Type-Z Radiator, Type Z being 'Zweihander'. Elodie's sheath opens horizontally, meaning she can move the sword sideways rather than pulling it out, which is helpful considering it's over 5ft long. (Note: A radiator is a blade with an edge made from glass alloys specifically designed to handle radiation, which uses internal coils to expel corrosive energy and brittle armor by destabilizing it at a molecular level. It's science, I ain't gotta explain shit.)

Personality: Elodie can be summed up in two words; terrifyingly loyal. The ferocious guard uses a brutal weapon, brutal armor design, and brutal voice modulators capable of dispelling a fight before it even begins with fear alone. Centaur have a past of violence which has somewhat been buried in the common age, though the story goes that Centaur hold onto their warrior traditions. That said, Centaurs also restrain themselves to prevent getting too excited, though nature would dictate that which is stored will be released full force. This is especially foreboding, because Elodie LARP's a gargoyal half the day. Whatever hides behind that helmet is unpredictable, and not good for your basic health.

Tidbits learned: Loves blades, is loyal to Ophelia, distorts her voice.
Age Range: Unknown
Occupation: Ophelia's Personal Bodyguard.
Quality of Life: Unknown
Phone Number?: No. Uses helmet communicator. Ask Ophelia.
Engram Color: Unknown.
Relationship level: 15/30 (Acquaintances)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: Impressed by your quick-wittedness and ability to defeat Ophelia.

History: Wary at first due to paladin appearance. Made an impressive sexual jest, spoke to her a little then went to see Ophelia. Caused no trouble.

-Lambchop and Lightning, Twin Ghouls-

Physical: They're twins, so their features are pretty much the same. Both girls have wide yellow eyes, bright white smiles filled with jagged shark-like fangs, and shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, slightly unkempt and adorably wild. Like most ghouls, they each have jagged glasgow smiles which can be parted to expand their mouths, sharp white nails, and big pointy elven ears- atleast big compared to the rest of their body. They're each about 5'4" and have youthful shapes, thick hips and rears with small 'A' cup breasts.

Outfit: Lambchop and Lightning each employ varying lolita outfits which match their discerning favorite colors, though they match when wearing their more common blast armor. The twin ghouls each use ballistics catsuits with hard white plate on major stretches of skin. Their heads are only protected by two white covers, which serve the dual purpose of communicator and explosion deafener. On the back of their ankles are two hoprods. (Hoprods are stiletto heels that collect energy and expulse it for long vaulting jumps.) The armor is clearly made with the purpose of escaping or surviving explosions. Lightning can always be told apart from Lambchop even in their armor, because Lightning has a curved keyboard across her left thigh which is a remote detonator and personal computer, while Lambchop only has a tablet armbrace.

Personality: Both girls are varied in personality. Lambchop is much more brash, but thoughtful in her attempts. She thinks about her decisions and tends to be a bit more witty than Lightning. Lightning is somewhat the opposite. She follows the leader, doesn't think about her actions and is quick on her feet. She tends to say whatever's on her mind and doesn't question her sister when corrected on social contexts, which she often completely disregards.

Tidbits learned: Lambchop wears red, Lightning wears blue. Dominate girls.
Age Range: 15 (Legal)
Occupation: Lambchop, Tactician. Lightning, Technician.
Quality of Life: Unknown
Phone Number?: Yes. Uses bluetooth-type earcuffs.
Engram Color: Orange.
Relationship level: 25/30 (Acquaintances)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: Interested, you promised to play a game with them. Think you're cute.

History: Impressed by your victory against Ophelia. Had a delightful conversation with them. Correctly told them apart on the first try, with no help. Very impressive. Promised to play a game with them later.

-Striker the Bee Girl-

Physical: Striker has a rural feel to her. She's a tough girl with a bright smile, but a bit of a worn face. It's clear there's plenty of wisdom behind her black irises. She sports an auburn pixiecut with little black antennae sticking out from the fluff. Her toned, muscular body is fit with a slightly worn coat of tan skin, with a few bits of black chitin here and there. Her striped abdomen is actually quite small compared to the rest of her kind and void of the usual fluff insects have on their carapaced parts. Furthermore, her glassy wings are sharp-edged and clear. Striker's amorous qualities are her bee-cup breasts, waspish hips and thick thighs. She looks powerful, amazonian, but as a result a bit boyish in her slender face. Her limbs and tight midriff do not reflect the strength or muscular density she holds.

Outfit: Wears ballistic mesh with black plating and a set of satchels on her abdomen for holding extra battery ammo for her gatling laser.

Personality: Striker is friendly and a little lost. She tends to trip over her words and lose focus in basic conversation, but is always willing to laugh it off. You could call her a bit of a military girl. She's got a brawny handshake and a bright grin, even in the face of apparent danger. She fears no challenge and prides herself on her ability to withold judgements until after meeting someone formally. This is in stark contrast to her precise and ruthlessly efficient method of combat, which relies on swift movements and swiping comb-overs to remove.

Tidbits learned: None
Age Range: Late 20's.
Occupation: Self-contained Apache Attack Helicopter for the Blacktops.
Quality of Life:
Phone Number?: No. Uses a scouter, like you. Ask Ophelia.
Engram Color: Unknown.
Relationship level: 10/30 (Acquaintances)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: Badly wants to get to know you. Enjoyed your initial conversation.

History: Initially wary of your costume. Was impressed by your victory against Ophelia. Talked to her about Ophelia. Really enjoyed your conversation.

-Chastity the Hellhound-

Physical: Black hair cascades down her shoulders in long wavy curls which shroud the dull glow of her luminescent red irises. Her usual expression is one of a lover's smile, all deviancy transformed by her classy appearance to an air of romance. Her style, soft features and thick fluff denotes her as unique among even the domesticated hellhounds. She has dark gray skin with a coat of coal-black fluff with a few crimson accents, a decently sized fluffy tail, and big fluffy ears atop her head. Her fur is kept well-groomed and only shows the occasional wild hair straying from the wavy but brushed fluff. While you haven't seen her undressed yet, you can tell that she has a very buxom form. Large round breasts, a bubbly ass and a tight, tight waistline. She keeps her figure in tip-top shape.

Outfit: Chastity is a bit old-school. She wears a disco-styled pantsuit with tight thighs, but wide ends on both the sleeves and pants. The hems and trim are styled with fluted ruffles. Infact, she looks a little like an oreo Elvis. Unfortunately, the cleavage from the shirt instead has a low-cut tie, which makes her seem a bit more professional but a lot less eye-candy.

Personality: Chastity takes things slow. She's kind, lovely and classy. You've not hung out with her much, but from what you can tell she's more reserved than most mamono.

Tidbits learned: Says she likes 'romantic' sex. Her name means very little to her.
Age Range: Mid 20's
Occupation: Bartender, dancer, and bouncer for the Blacktops. Versatile.
Quality of Life: Unknown
Phone Number?: No, Ask Ophelia.
Engram Color: Unknown.
Relationship level: 10/35 (Acquaintances)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: Thinks you're fun to talk to, but not really interested just yet.

History: She served you a drink, despite thinking you're a paladin. Watched you beat Ophelia. Had a fun conversation with her.

-'Blondie' the Anubis-

Physical: A punk of an anubis. Blondie has unruly black hair that has been dyed well, blonde. Only the very roots of her fluffy bits betray her dyes, so you assume that she either got it done recently or frequently. Her bright blonde fluff is enhanced by a sunkissed egyptian tan and dull blue eyes, which help to enhance the contrast between her features. She has thin lips, a slender face and a slightly larger tail than the average Anubis, though unfortunately her ears aren't as fluffy. One more unique identifier is the symbol of venus on her left arm, tattoo'd with mean horns and a sharp tail in neon pink ink. Blondie's body has yet to be really explored, though you know she has a decent chest and a boyish torso.

Outfit: Baggy jeans, spiked boots, a dull gray tanktop, and a pistol harness.

Personality: From what you've seen of her, Blondie is a bit of a bitch. She's quick to insult, jump to conclusions, and clearly doesn't like having to deal with anyone's shit.

Tidbits learned: Nicknamed 'Blondie'
Age Range: Early 20's
Occupation: Gun Artist, Blacktops supplier.
Quality of Life: Unknown
Phone Number?: No, Ask Ophelia.
Engram Color: Unknown.
Relationship level: -5/40 (Neutral)
Times sexed: 0

Opinion of You: Thinks you're a chauvanistic paladin pig. Has no interest in talking to you.

History: Embarassed her with your antics at the door.