Tulpar Food Safety Officer "Neon"
Apparently it's "rude" not to introduce myself.
I go by Neon, he/him. S'cause of my brightly colored hair.
I'm the food safety officer, which is really just a glorified chef. Pony Express hired me to cover their asses, make sure they're not liable for anything nutrition wise. Unofficially, I'm also quality control and a general supporting member for the rest of the crew. I took the job so I can help Ma save up to get a house, and if I'm out in space she doesn't have to worry about bills being so high.
I end up in medical a lot to monitor my vitals. My lungs aren't the strongest and my blood sugar tanks suddenly a lot. Normally it would disqualify me for any other space team, but the corporate horse overlords cut corners wherever.
Also, stay out of my goddamn kitchen.
[Several lines have crossed out and instead a sticky note has been attached] I don't give a shit anymore, fuckin do whatever, just clean up after. I also accept payment in the form of Detroit style pizza.
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No anon magic involving any transformation. (cat/dog, child, gender bend to name a few are not permitted). Anon magic such as Neon can only tell the truth or the giving of objects are okay.
Asks about Neon's family outside of Mav and his mom will not be answered.
Asks about Neon's health will not be answered.
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Neon and Oberon are queer and trans. DO NOT tag my posts with "q slur" "f slur" "t slur" if you don't want to see me use queer, tranny, or faggot then block me.
There will be mentions of religion, abuse, drugs, medicine, injury, blood, self harm, self destructive behavior. There will be swearing. There will be themes addressing feeling not 100% human. If you don't like any of these, block.
Mod goes by Oberon "Oby". He/Him.
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