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@Shuri-a-sick-boi

Yo-!!!!!!

SAAAAAAAH DUUUUUUDE

Sick, hung over and bouta make a character

Haha your fault for getting drunk ya idiot. Anyways so here's the two gays.

Invalid Character -Ashton

Invalid Character -Evan

BEEEEEEEP!

I have my boy ready

Wait which one did you end up liking more?

Ash

Did you look over Evan? Send me the boi

It's a template, that OK?

Totes malotes fine

Name: Damon Harcourt
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Age: 21
MBTI: INFJ-A.
Alignment: Neutral Good.
Motivations: To improve himself, and help others to the best of his ability, and build a future for the ones he loves.
Worldview: Mostly jaded, harsh and cynical, but he finds beauty in some things and sees the world as a puzzle of both mystic and factual pieces too.
Humor: Ironic, sarcastic, wordplay, very raunchy but occasionally can be pure instead.
Flaws: Lazy, vain, and can be blunt to an extent.
Likes: Beaches, warm drinks, rain, snow, sleet, hail
Dislikes: Rural areas, cloudless skies, rats, flies and other vermin
Quote: "You've got to master yourself before you can truly ride your demons; shape them to your needs and desires."
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 148
BMI: 23.2
BT: Mesomorph
Hair: Short, messy, chocolate brown, thin, soft-angled brows of same color.
Eyes: Hooded, intense Aegean blue.
Face: Heart-shaped, with a slightly snub nose and slightly square jaw
Details: Fair skin-tone, nose looks like it's been broken once, left hand as well, somewhat strong, sinewy build too.
Talents: Can cook very well, clean like a god, very wise, as cunning as a fox, gives the best hugs, very handy as well.
Conditions: Minor ADHD
Other: Does mostly odd jobs, has worked as an all-purpose employee at various places. Has a prius and a humble, cozy apartment.

(You've just taken 4 of my characters and mashed them all together and I love it. So then is he working at the strip club or going there for a good time?)

(Did I? Oki.)
(Also he's going there to relieve some bc he just got fired lol.)

(Alright then. Want me to start? Also Ashton is a masochist so feel free to play into that. Basically into anything except piss, scat, and like knife play)

(Duuuuude. oh he's also super heavy into pet play)

Ooh oki! So we're doing smut! Yee! Also that's cute and you can start whenever or I can

Oh yes ofc so much smut. He's a STRIPPER.))C

"WHERE is my MARTINI! Can't get a good fucking drink anymore, it's been 5 minutes! Thank you." He gives the bar tender a heavy tip, sitting there with his green hair, golden eyes, and cat ears clipped onto his head. He was in his kitty lingerie, butt plug and everything, a favorite outfit of his, as his eyes scanned the bar crowd. Thank the gods for breaks.

Damon pushed open the door into the threshold of the club, it was loud, hot, and most importantly, LGBTQIAP+.
"WHERE is my MARTINI! Can't get a good fucking drink anymore, it's been 5 minutes! Thank you."
Eyes cutting through steamy air to make out the bar.
When he found it, he sauntered into the club, dodging people left and right, finally seating himself next to a green-haired twunk dressed like a sexy cat. He noted the cute green hair, and honey-gold eyes.

He tapped his finger nails, painted silver, long and sharp along the side of the martini glass as he sipped it. "Hey, Beth. Get the hottie next to me a drink as well, it's on me. First drink he orders, I pay for." He winks at you, and sighs as he looks at the clock. "Great gotta chug it now." He gulped down the martini, and slapped down a 20. "For his drink. Keep the change." He then walks off to back stage to put on his make up, get on some different shoes, and add some glitter to his ass, before the song I Want Your Bite by Chris Crocker starts playing, and he starts dancing. Damn is he good.

He smirked, pocketing the money after the guy left, and ordered a dirty martini, sipping it lighty. In a few minutes, he saw the cat-man, all decked out, on a stage, and headed over to get a load of him. He was pretty fine, and so short it was adorable.

His legs climb the air as he drops down. Already men are crowding the stage. He's definitely a favorite at this club that's for sure. "Well fellas,who wants a taste?"

Damon takes the twenty from his pocket that the cat-man had offered up, and throws it onto the stage, smiling cleverly

He looks down, and laughs. "A 20? What are you, poor? Oh honey this ass ALONE is at least 20, never mind the rest of me. Try again." He taps your nose with a finger, and swings around as dollar after dollar is throne at him, as he moves in time with the beat.

Nonetheless Damon smiled cheekily, knowing that it was this guy's own money. He decided it was about time to flex. He took his wallet out from his track-pants pocket, and threw a few more twenties.

He eyed the 20's as he landed in front of you, picked them up, and stuck them in his garter. All round him, a few 100's popped up, and he definitely seemed to be more attracted to those, giving more of a show on that side of the stage.

Damon decided to throw in the $100 bill he found on the street last night

He laughed, right there in front of you. "Okay so you've maybe given me 300 dollars in all doll. The gentleman over there? He's waving around double that. Mind you he's a creepo." He sat on the edge of the stage and got off the stage. "Your pretty though. Real pretty. I like new faces. So I'll take your cheap cash and hope the sex is better than the pay."

Damon smiled, waiting for the cat-guy to do something, he nodded, sipping his drink