Haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii people-
u.u
I'm in the doldrums, but I should warn you, this is rated MaTuRe-
In case if anything happens, but I'm cool with cussingggg~~
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Okay, heres the main thing I'm going for-
Muse A finds a job at NASA, before council gathering another man. He was short, but determined. He was prepared for anything that happened ahead, and it goes on from there-
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Character template:
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Name:
Age:
Appearence:
Personality:
Sexuality:
Other:
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My character:
Name: Kipa Burns.
Age: 21.
Appearence: 
Personality: Kind, shy, and nerdy, ofc- He stands at 5'0.
Sexuality: Gay.
Other: He likes space.
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ill start this tmrrr-
tell me if your intrested!
Yes-
If you are intrested you may join-
U.U
Alright! I'll fill out the sheet probably the day before overmorrow, then. So my character is already grinding gears at NASA? Or is he new?
He's kinda new- Or he can work at NASA- Its all up to you, tbh-
Idc which it is, I just need to know, because the prompt isn't super clear
Ah, sorry- I was lazy- But I guess he could work at NASA- to where it kinda fits up with my character and so its less awk-wonky-donky, hehe ^^"
Alright! So is your character the new one, then?
Yes, he is. He's new, and one of the reasons why he joined is to see the stars.
Alright! So he's a hopeful star-skipping space colorado desparado?
Great! Maybe my character can be the one like. training him? Also does this take place now or in the near-ish future? If the second, what's technology like?
Yes, it takes place in the future, and its more advanced.
Meaning, like a rocket that could turn invisible, and the suits are more thin, and designed as clothing, while the helmet is invisible, so they could see everything. Indeed, it is thermo-tempered or whatever, and there are more detailed cameras, and a base already on the planet they're heading too. Planet Z. A new one, that has oxygen- I might make them get trapped on there- for the twise I guess.
:D- So, do you need a template or-?
There's one up at the top! Gimme like. Five minutes and I'll have a charrie up
Name: Joaquin "Quin" Booker
Age: 24
Appearance: Joaquin has warm brown skin, and is giraffy, standing at about 6'3". He has dark brown hair that he keeps in thick curls, spiraling out from his head. His peepers are a bright golden brown. He has a good amount of muscle. He has a tattoo on his left shoulder, that goes from about his collarbone down to his elbow. He has a scar on his stomach from getting shot, though it has long healed.
Personality: Usually a pretty calm, easy-going guy. Once he really gets started talking on something, he could go for hours if it's something he's really passionate about. Can get tongue-tied, though, and will stammer for a few seconds as he tries to get the wods out in the order he means. He does have a fierce temper when he gets riled, but does his best to stay calm and patient at all times.
Sexuality: Panromantic demisexual
Other: Served in the military for a few orbit parties, and went from the military to NASA.
Thanks! I'm a sucker for height differences, so we have Quin, a Big Boi<soup>TMsoup> and we have Kipa, a smol boi lmao
Anyways– are you gonna get a starter up, or should I?
(You can, if you'd like.)
(alright. Are we starting with Kipa arriving at NASA for training, or?)
(I guess- He just arrived, and he doesn't know what the heccs to do-)
(alright! So let's say that NASA houses their star-skipping space colorado desparados on campus/base, and Quin is going to be the one kinda in charge of Kipa, and training him and showing him around and all?)
(perfect!)
Quin sighed faintly, heading towards the waiting human containment unit where his newest trainee would be waiting. The giraffy man was wearing a rather, admittedly, tight t shirt, along with jeans. The shirt had the NASA symbol emblazoned on the front, and the shirt itself was a soft grey. He opened the wobbly flip-shutter, peepers flickering around before landing on a small blonde man. "howdy, partner. You are…Kipa, yes? I'm Joaquin Booker, and I'll be training you. You can call me Quin or Booker, I don't care which."
Kipa nodded. "Okay!" He said, determained. He was prepared for everything that was going to happen. His see-sharpeners fell to the land-connector of his nose, and he smiled, excitedly. "Sooo- What are we doing first?" He asked.
Kipo seemed to be rather short, but happy and jazzed. He had always wanted to be an star-skipping space colorado desparado since he was just a little boy.
I promise, mom. I will make you proud! He thought, smiling happily.
Quin studied him for a moment. The man was tiny, especially in comparison to himself. But he supposed that that didn't matter all that much. "Well, first we need to fetch your luggage and bring it to the dorms." He replied with a faint smile.
