Part of The Underdraft's security measures is making sure no one wants to go near the main entrance. The surrounding area is a deep dense jungle with its own lusii population which is a bit of a deterrent already. But it's also pretty lush and does have good soil and nice caves so some people might still try to get in there. Ya know. If they are crazy.
There needed to be an added layer of Nope to the surrounding area to a) deter people from entering b) make people leave if they do enter and c) give them something they can see and blame for why they left that doesn't give away the secret underground city.
Enter Spooky Boi (Gender Neutral) Task Force.
These are above ground residents that have basic patrol duties in addition to being on the force. Give reports of anything useful or different, make sure trails are still marked with secret codes, and maybe do some alarm maintenance while they are out there. They just make sure the territory is secure.
Pretty peaceful job actually!
What makes them part of the task force is that if there are people identified to be in the area it's their job to scope them out and if need be to scare them away. If the vibe checks are passed they linger and watch and are ready to act if need be. If they are not passed then they get a little spooky. Through a mixture of sound, use of space, light psionic tweaking, and well timed glimpses they give the people just enough so that they run off actually thinking they found something out but it's just Not Worth Messing With.
So like... Is the jungle haunted? Probably yeah. But it's also fake haunted.
The physical difficulty of getting through the terrain and the mental challenge of not getting the piss scared out of you make for a decent security system.
It's kinda funny because the things "haunting" it are actually kinda scary if I think about it. So sometimes just their normal habits make the area have a creepy vibe.
We got:
- A Shadowdropper, genuinely an undead creature.
- A witch.
- A werewolf(???), just a big ol boofer who is sometimes just a guy.
- 1/2 not even a troll.
- A Guy but they are soooooo deranged she's so unwell but honestly that's mother actually
Most people leave with a story of rabid lusii or vengeful ghosts or a combination of the two. Rabid ghost lusus howling for their lost grub La Llorona style, but nah, that's just Kamvin. That's just Kamvin and he's sad because his roomate flicked his nose.
You have been in the Underdraft for 7 sweeps. You were 5 sweeps old when you arrived.
You have five jobs.
1) Odd muscle based jobs you do around the city in exchange for favors.
2) Transportation of goods from the upper world to the Underdraft and back again. This has monetary compensation as well as you getting first pick of the imported goods.
3) When it is needed, you work as doorman and security for events. This also provides monetary compensation.
4) You make sure Anrifi doesn't get himself killed. You are not compensated for this. It's more as a thanks to your second keeper.
5) You take care of Toimmi.
Toimmi and Anrifi are very different. Toimmi is smart, Anrifi is of average intelligence. Debatably. Toimmi is very small and very weak, Anrifi is taller than you and has too much vigor for his own good. You watch over them both though. As you are meant too.
There is not much special about how you grew up. You were hatched, you worked in the waste lines, you found Toimmi and your first keeper, you hated check ups, you grew, you moved around a lot, you stole food, you grew, and grew and grew and ate batteries, nails, razor blades, scrap metal.
You couldn't stop growing. Every day was ache and hunger and you couldn't tell anyone. It's not as if you did not want to. You were just hatched with a brain that made it hard to speak when everything was everywhere. It also gave you a face that didn't work, which got you in trouble no matter where your first keeper housed you.
Toimmi had to tell people what you wanted to say, make excuses for your face, and overall just be your link to other people. Toimmi never grew. You think you stole all of the growing when the both of you were young. You regret that.
The two of you came to Alternia from the shadow colony together. Toimmi was sick and too small to be worth wasting medicine on. Too delicate to take the harder stuff you were given. You had to leave. Your second keeper helped you leave. You had to leave your first keeper behind. You regret that, too.
Now that you are here things are easier. You've had practice when it comes to talking and people don't mind your face as much in the city. You still feel the urge to eat metal but now you have other, more abundant options.
It would be objectively better if you didn't live in the Underdraft given the hemospectrum is more enforced on Alternia. Your blood would grant you a lot of things. You don't really want to be snooty and snarly like other violets you've seen on the planet, though. You don't think they'd want you either.
Anrifi does, however. According to everyone else he's making constant and obvious ashen solicitations at you. You don't think he knows he's doing that, though, so until he says something you're not going to treat it like he's doing it on purpose. That being said, you respond to him in kind when you feel like it. Which is more often than not.
Other than Anrifi you don't have any quadrental prospects. The dates you've been on don't lead anywhere. You've been called picky but you only have two conditions.
1) You don't want to be with someone you have to modify yourself for.
2) For flushed or caliginous relationships, you'd like if they had a nice butt.
You don't think that is to much to ask.
Regardless of your relationship statuses you find yourself being content. You only have to do work you can stand and Toimmi's health is not depleting as rapidly. You are glad you came here even if no one else can tell by looking at you.
Tyimmy: Do you want to take this outside?
Problem: Hell yeah I do let's go
Tyimmy: Alright.
they get to the door, the problem steps out first, Tyimmy closes the door and turns right back around, letting outside security handle it.
Problem: *being a problem*
Orsair, on ground duty for once: I'm required to give you a warning. Are you going to stop?
Problem: No
Orsair: Alright well you can go, then. Don't make me drag you out
Problem: Try it-
Orsair succeeds in dragging the problem out and letting outside security handle it. He got bit a few times.
Riasro: Heyyy my man maybe stop doing that? you're really harshing the vibe and I'm gonna have to kick you out if you don't chill.
Problem: *does not chill*
Riasro: kewl great yeah so here's what I'm gonna do:
Riasro proceeds to pick up the problem, carry them a decent distance if he must, and YEETS them to the door where it's now Tyimmy's problem.
People usually refer to you as 'The green one' or a simple 'hey you'.
Your boss, the Prince, and (unfortunately) your coworker call you Orsair. Because that is your name.
You've been living in the Underdraft for around 4 and a half sweeps now. Its decent. You can't complain. There's enough people with their own oddities going on that you rarely have someone take a second glance at your blood color. Unless they are a weirdo. Then they try to lick your eyeballs and you have to break a few phalanges.
Mostly your duties include remaining above ground and decommissioning any drones or imperial search parties that get too close to the cavern entrance. Though with that slowing down as of late you've taken up other (mercenary) work.
You don't mind being away. At least you have a place to come back to.
When you are in the area the Prince often requests you come work security for him. You always have your sniper rifle with you so the suddenness doesn't pose a problem. You'd like to chastise him for his reckless behavior of even being out of the cavern but you can't. He keeps himself as safe as he can without imposing on his personal freedom. He's smart enough to ask you to watch over him, too.
You came to the Underdraft when the Prince was still an early adolescent. You didn't know him back on Colony (you don't call it Shadow Colony because that is stupid) but by the look of his fingers and how quick he grew you knew the two of you came from the same place.
There's a few from Colony in the Underdraft actually. You only have to consistently deal with one of them, though. Your coworker (barf). Who is also your brother (barf barf). You came from Colony together. You carried that ungrateful waste of air on your own back when rust poisoning took his leg from the calf down.
As trolls, you two aren't actually related (obviously) but you look so much alike and share a last name so when you were children you decided you were something special. To this day he points to the flapbeast nests that hold two eggs and says 'thats us'. He also points to the flapbeasts diving and clawing at each other in the air and says the same thing (with emphasis that he is the one winning each time.) It is both endearing and annoying.
When you aren't working or dealing with him you like to (try and) relax. Relaxing can be anything from laying down listening to your favorite music on your portable sound player device or drinking people under the table at one of the three bars in the Underdraft. You can't hustle people like you used to since everyone in said three bars knows (half of) your face but you still manage to have a good time.
You don't have any quadrants. Frankly you think the concept is kind of stupid. Why does it matter how you reproduce so long as you do when you have to? And you don't have to, given your underground living situation. You're pretty content with your dry spell. You doubt anyone in the Underdraft could spark your fancy for the non reproduction quadrants either (even if they polished themselves up and you were several bottles in).
It's probably for the better. People say you can be spiteful and aggressive and you say they can shove it. You're not here to make friends. You're here to do your job (that you actually like), take your time off when you can, make sure your twin doesn't perish before you, and then die and be used as fertilizer in the gardens. Pretty decent ride, you would say.
"Anrifi's main doctor is a creep" is true but like all the doctors in The Underdraft are creeps. And their dynamic is very 'im gonna have you sew up all my puncture wounds do NOT be weird about it' and "hehe of course not wouldn't dream of it" and then he dreams about it.
He knows you have to stick your finger in a bullet wound to keep it from bleeding out if you don't have gauze and he also knows it's completely unnecessary to go "This is a bullet wound! Poke poke!!" and jam his finger in there.
On the bright side tho he keeps his claws very blunt so you're not getting extra wounds when he's poking around there.
The Merc Twins, aka Cain Instinct, aka Orsair and Riasro, aka The Underdraft's Drone Killers.
How they smooch:
Orsair usually doesn't have time to have long moments with his person of interest so his kisses are very quick and intense. Stolen in stairwells and alleyways. When he does have time to chill out they are very gentle and appreciative and he's more focused on cuddling and other physical contact. Smooch on the head as he's heading out the door for work and a majority of the time the person isn't even awake but it matters to him that he did it.
Riasro is similarly busy so his affection is also spontaneous but in a more playful way. He'll actually stay and chat a bit when he suddenly shows up and grabs his person from behind and squeeze hugs them, and of course he won't let go until he receives a kiss kiss. Quantity over quality for him. Kiss on the cheek, kiss on the lips, kiss on the nose okay he has to go now byeeee. Spider man kiss if he sees his person while he's on the job and it's a slow night.
