Drugs, Money, and the Occasional Plasma Bolt // One on One // Closed

When you looked at the Squire from about a mile or two away, it looked like a giant bar stool. The four thrusters that powered the small cargo freighter jutted out from the base like legs, each tube carrying enough fuel to run non-stop for almost a full month. The cockpit inside of the "cushion" took up just enough space for the pilot and a friend to lounge comfortably, leaving the rest of the space for cargo.

Casio filled the ship with cargo, alright. Just not the legal kind. Unmarked plasma repeaters, Polo powder stolen artwork, and whatever else the Goons had loaded into the ship. Hell, he didn't care if a person was tied up in one of those damn crates. As long as that steady stream of credit continued to pour into his account, he would stay a happy, oblivious man.

But, sadly, a person that was tied up in one of those damn crates had different ideas, mainly taking over the Squire and blowing Casio's head off. Until they find Casio's name sounds really familiar.

Hello! I tis me, thumb. Three a.m. ideas are typically my best, so I decided to post. Casio will be my character, and your's will be the person that was tied up in the crate. Think of this like Rick and Morty: Infinite worlds, weird people, weird……everything. I ask for two things:

1. No one liners. Despise them. I understand if it is a down time and your responses can't muster up more than four or five lines, but at least give me something to work off of.

2. No smut.

(Casio is straight, if y'all are looking for romance)

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Name: Casio Kosteck

Age: 23 years old

Sexuality: Straight

Hair color/length/style: He has under-cut chin length, curly golden blond hair, dip-dyed half way with shades of lilac.

Eye color: Large brown eyes

Height: 5' 9"

Skin tone: Pale white

Build: He has toned arms and small hands, a lean torso, and muscular legs.

Scars/Identifying marks: His whole body is a canvas for a plethora of weapon and tribal tattoos.

Usual clothing: He usually wears simple, form-fitting spacesuits with multiple holsters for his various weapons. The only breach in his tactical wear is a gold bracelet that was given to him by Nikola.

Backstory: Born on the planet that was once Earth, he watched from the shadows of a major city as the world literally crumbled to pieces. Some crazed scientist decided it would be a good idea to shoot an atomic bomb into the molten core, and the result set a cataclysmic chain of events that turned the planet into a solar-system wide puzzle. He boarded the last emergency transport without his mother, who had been crushed by a falling building only the day before. He quickly bonded with another orphaned child, Nikola Kupiec, during the full year that they were drifting through empty space. Sadly, they were separated when the ship landed on the moon Titan, each giving each other one thing to remember each other. Casio gave Nikola a dog-tag chain with his name sloppily carved into it and she gave him a gold bracelet in return. He still wears it to this day.

Personality: Casio's past has turned the young man into a blunt, insensitive individual. He had enough sarcasm to fill an entire room with and is always willing to take any challenge that is thrown his way. While not the traditional type of intelligent, his knowledge of open space piloting, species, and various weapons has kept him alive throughout all of his years as a wanderer. Cranky as they come, he is never afraid to speak exactly what he's thinking of and will always give a completely honest answer to any question.

Other: His southern Earth accent often gets a lot of looks, since it is assumed that everyone that was on that planet is dead.