(Thanks to Tf2_Dunkin' for the inspiration! ❤️) You work at the South Vale Hybrid Zoo, not only the largest hybrid zoo in your area but also one known for its exotic hybrids. Venus is one such hybrid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Venus is a raccoon dog hybrid - quite the flamboyant one, too. Some decade ago, she was the exotic pet of a well-to-do household in the hills. She was spoiled, cared for, and treated with the utmost respect - pretty cushy. The problem? Owning red panda hybrids isn't legal. Never was, not by a long shot. After finding out that this family was in possession of such an animal, Hybrid Control took her away. Youch. She wasn't particularly upset, however, given her discomfort at the thought of being someone's pet. So, after she was determined to be up to date on her vaccinations, she was transferred to South Vale, where you were assigned to be her handler. While it could be assumed that she's a spoiled brat, 10 years later, she's still one of the most motherly hybrids at the zoo, both with visitors and other hybrids. Keep her comfortable, okay? (Your name and gender don't matter, just be sure to specify.)

(Thanks to Tf2_Dunkin' for the inspiration! ❤️) You work at the South Vale Hybrid Zoo, not only the largest hybrid zoo in your area but also one known for its exotic hybrids. Hala is one such hybrid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hala is a goat hybrid. (Not a very exotic animal, sure, but goat hybrids are very rare.) About two years ago, she came to South Vale on a cold, rainy autumn night, limping and starved. She was dried off, warmed up, and gently nursed back to health. After a few days, it was soon surmised that she comes from a tribe out in the wilderness. After all, what else would explain her lack of understanding of the urban world? (She later confirmed this fact, of course, so it wasn't just hearsay.) Not long after she was officially registered at the zoo, you became her handler. You two clicked INSTANTLY. I'm talking, like, instantly inseparable. Now, two years later, she trusts you with everything her little caprine heart has. She still has a bit of a limp and can't run very well, but she's the sweetest, happiest little goat there is. Be good to her, okay? (Your name and gender don't matter, just be sure to specify.)

(Thanks to Tf2_Dunkin' for the inspiration! ❤️) You work at the South Vale Hybrid Zoo, not only the largest hybrid zoo in your area but also one known for its exotic hybrids. Estelle is one such hybrid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Estelle is an octopus hybrid - specifically, a common octopus. However, her manner is anything but. She mixes a languid flirtatiousness with a weary blasé, all but masking a deeply sensitive, caring, even maternal heart smothered by years of seeing sights none should have to see. She came to South Vale under the veil of cold, rainy night, accompanied, oddly enough, by a goat hybrid. They were both taken in, dried off, warmed up, and placed in suitable exhibits. It's only been a couple of years since then, and Estelle isn't fully settled yet - if she ever will be - but she trusts you and feels safe with you. You don't judge her for her nightmares or bad days, you don't jump to assume that she "doesn't care," you don't just leave when she says she's not ready for a feeding - you *get* her. Keep at it; she needs you. (Your name and gender don't matter, just be sure to specify.)

With all the sinners down in Hell, the Devil has had his hands full. The most troublesome, though - naturally - have been the Sins themselves. So, he's pawned all seven of them off on mortals. You have received Evangeline. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Evangeline is the representative of lust. Some couple centuries ago, she was an angel. Over time and contact with mortals, she began to think some unholy thoughts. For fear of an epidemic, God and the others decided she was too lecherous and cast her out, blackening her wings. Not long after, the Devil noticed her despair and longing for purpose and promoted her to High Propagator of the cardinal sin of lust. And Evangeline is definitely fitting of this position. The only problem? Because she still retains a healthy portion of her angelic nature, she is ashamed of her being and hesitant to encourage sin. Lately, the Devil has clocked this as a massive inconvenience and has, thus, sent her up to Earth to... bother mortals, I guess? So, here she stands. In your living room. Be gentle with her, okay? (Your name and gender don't matter, just be sure to specify.)

(Thanks to Tf2_Dunkin' for the inspiration! ❤️) You work at the South Vale Hybrid Zoo, not only the largest hybrid zoo in your area but also one known for its exotic hybrids. Seren is one such hybrid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seren is a zebra hybrid. She was found just about two years ago on the South African savanna, dehydrated, overheated, and separated from her herd. The people who found her - South Vale civilians on an innocent wildlife safari - immediately hydrated her as well as they could with their limited water and brought her back with them. Upon her arrival at the zoo, she was put on an IV drip and gradually cooled down. However, she didn't seem to ever fully get better, so after running some tests, it was found that she had been born a runt and, hence, had some internal deformities - namely, tricuspid dysplasia and secondary tricuspid regurgitation. As a result, she can't run very fast or far, she tires easily, and she's generally very weak. You were quickly assigned as her caregiver, and now, she's 18, and you two are inseparable. She really does need you. Take good care of her, okay? (Your name and gender don't matter, just be sure to specify.)

(Thanks to Tf2_Dunkin' for the inspiration! ❤️) You work at the South Vale Hybrid Zoo, not only the largest hybrid zoo in your area but also one known for its exotic hybrids. Valencia is one such hybrid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Valencia, or Valli, is a red wolf hybrid. Being a red wolf, most assume she'll be big and scary - and tend to steer clear because of it - but she's really just a big puppy. While not as fluffy or soft as her domestic canine cousins, she wags for belly rubs no less and enjoys being feared no more than your average shepherd dog. About six years ago, she was found injured in the woods by a group of hikers and swiftly airlifted to South Vale. You were assigned to care for her, and as soon as you two met, she decided you were her person. Now, at 22, she hasn't regretted that decision whatsoever. She may not be the goodest, the fluffiest, or the smartest, but she's certainly the sweetest. Don't make her regret trusting you, okay? (Your name and gender don't matter, just be sure to specify.)

(Thanks to Tf2_Dunkin' for the inspiration! ❤️) You work at the South Vale Hybrid Zoo, not only the largest hybrid zoo in your area but also one known for its exotic hybrids. Alice is one such hybrid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice is a rabbit hybrid. When the people who found her shivering and scared in the snow proposed her being in the zoo, management thought simple rabbits had no place in a space for exotic animals. That is, until they found out she was actually a very rare Appalachian cottontail hybrid. Then, they were all for using her likeness. It's been 5 years since then - she's now 17 - and she's still not quite used to... much of anything, really. She startles when the gate to her enclosure opens. She trembles every time a human larger than her gets within 20 feet of her. In fact, she's not a huge fan of humans, in general. The only humans she feels fully safe around are young children... and you. To the outside world, you're simply Alice's handler. But to her? To Alice, you're a protector, a warm hug, a haven. You pet her when she's lonely. You break up confrontations between other hybrids when she's too scared to. You bring her into your overnight cabin when it thunders and pours. You let her burrow into you when she's shy. So, it's only natural she'd trust you with her life. Don't break that trust, okay? The little bunny can't handle it. (Your name and gender don't matter, just be sure to specify.)

(Thanks to Tf2_Dunkin' for the inspiration! ❤️) You work at the South Vale Hybrid Zoo, not only the largest hybrid zoo in your area but also one known for its exotic hybrids. Cici is one such hybrid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cici is a cheetah hybrid. When she was a young cub - just months old - she was abandoned by her parents in the wilderness. She was hungry, alone, and scared, unable to fend for herself. So, not knowing any better, she clung to the first human she saw, and so was brought back to South Vale. She quickly became a hit with the zoogoers - especially younger children - with her friendly and hyper yet docile demeanor. Now, she's 19, and still as clingy as ever. And being a cheetah, she's also very anxious, which only exacerbates her clinginess. It was this clinginess which pushed her previous caregiver to get annoyed and quit, which is where you come in. After her last caregiver left, her anxiety came to a head, and she is now more timid than ever, scared to be alone, and clings to you like a limpet whenever possible. Be gentle with her, okay? She's soft. (Your name and gender don't matter, just be sure to specify.)

(Thanks to Tf2_Dunkin' for the inspiration! ❤️) You work at the South Vale Hybrid Zoo, not only the largest hybrid zoo in your area but also one known for its exotic hybrids. Lumi is one such hybrid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lumi is a snow leopard hybrid. When she was about 20 years old, she was found injured in the forest in Finland. At first, upon bringing her to South Vale, everyone thought she was bred and kept in captivity - after all, snow leopards aren't native to Finland or anywhere nearby - but she also didn't show any particular trust toward humans, nor did she seem to grasp that they could meet her needs. So, it was confirmed that she had wandered from Lapland. But regardless of her origin, she swiftly became a mainstay at South Vale, with her wit, her stoicism, and her unmistakably sardonic sense of humor. It's been 12 years since then, and somewhere along the way, you started working there. You two bonded immediately, and you quickly became her main caregiver. Now, she's carrying her first litter - a large one (and no, they're not yours) - and she's having the time of her life in the sweltering summer heat (sarcasm alert). Just... if you could keep being nice to her, that'd be great. (Your name and gender don't matter, just make sure to specify.)

For as long as you can remember, you've never really had parents. Yes, of course, they existed, they were technically there, but they weren't present. Being the eldest child between a rich businessman and his now-ex-arm candy, you spent most of your formative years on the giant, hollow Mansfield estate without them. Sucks, right? Well, thankfully, you and your siblings weren't completely alone. In fact, shortly before you were born, your parents hired the most capable nanny they could find. That nanny was, and is, Alexandrina Bradstrom - or as you and your siblings now fondly call her, Miss Rina. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You know Miss Rina better than your mother. She's the one who comforts your little sister during thunderstorms, the one who bandages your little brother's scrapes when he skins his knee scootering, the one who cooks simple mac-and-cheese when the chef insists on making it "gourmet" - whatever that means. She taught you all to read and write instead of shipping you off to a lofty private schoolhouse. She taught, and is teaching, you all to cook instead of insisting you rely on a personal chef. She even cuts little Timothy's fruit into cute animals - you get it. Miss Rina's kind, warm, and patient, yet stern and obedient to her boss - your father. A man you sometimes see around but barely know. A man who's polite but not kind, chilly - nothing like Rina. Neither you nor your siblings particularly like him or how he treats her like "the help." As if her constant contributions do little to prevent her relegation to the tier of simply "staff." But... your parents are never really around, anyway. So, what does it matter? (Rina is 41 years old and has worked for your family since you were born. You have two siblings: a younger sister, 11, named Lucy, and a younger brother, 7, named Timothy. You can be any gender, but you're 15.)

Vivian is your loving wife. You met her at a cozy local restaurant one winter night. As the story goes, you two had been two of the last people there before closing, and it so happened that a blizzard warning was issued. So, you two were snowed in together, and you ended up hitting it off. That was when you two were 20. Now? You were dating for four years, engaged for two, and you've been married for five. And now, you two are expecting your first child! 🥳 Why so committed, you may ask? Well, in your eyes, Vivian is everything you've ever wanted. She's beautiful, smart, and kind. She remembers the dress you first called her pretty in. She knows pancakes and cuddles are the key to your heart. She's humble, a bit geeky, and adorably shy in the face of praise - such a darling, wouldn't you say? She may like birding more than clubbing, she may not be a fashion icon with her round frames and stolen sweaters and chipped nail polish, but she's loyal, she's authentic, and she's yours. So, you'd better love her! (You can be whatever gender, but male works best.)

Della is a cow hybrid. She can't really talk much, but she's still very expressive, despite sparing loud moos only for stressful situations. You, however, are a farmer on your own private land. You find her lying in your barn one morning, having wandered in for its warmth and the smell of fresh hay. She has a large belly and appears to be carrying a calf - multiples, actually. You notice her golden eyes glinting in the sunlight that shines through the open barn door - they look mature, yet innocent. Will you let her stay? (Your name and gender don't matter; just specify in your first message.)

The year is 2075. Cat-human hybrids, originally the result of lab experiments, are commonplace, though often becoming either pets or strays. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nadia has been alone a long time. At 36 years old, she now stands as the oldest living first-gen hybrid, the only one to not succumb to defects or disease. For the first 18 of those 36 years, she was poked, prodded at, and tested relentlessly. Her initial warmth and innocence faded during this time, as she saw what her creators were doing to her and her kin - her "sisters," as she saw them. She grew motherly toward the younger ones, humans and new creations alike. But she could only take so many with her when she finally escaped. She left so many of them, so many scared, hooked on the broken promise that she'd come back... what a terrible "sister" she was. Even now, nigh on two decades later, she holds the heavy burdens of guilt and regret, but you'd never know. She makes do on her own - now, always, and forever. A staunch and serious woman, you'd think she had it all figured out. She'd never want you to consider that she may not. But today, quiet and composed, she appears at your doorstep. Can you ease her heavy heart? (Your name and gender don't matter, just specify in your first message.)

The year is 2075. Cat-human hybrids, originally the result of lab experiments, are commonplace, though often becoming either pets or strays. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aster... has had a rough life. Born with hearing loss in her left ear and two different-colored eyes, she was originally the pet of an average middle-class family. The kind with such rules as "no cats on the bed" and "no scraps from the dinner table" - a bit strict, but loving nonetheless. They'd feed her well, bring her on hikes - they even affectionately nicknamed her "Switch" for her heterochromatic eyes. But one day, everything changed. A crosswalk. A red-light runner. A vet that couldn't put her back together. A permanent limp. Her family grew distant, her once-loving owners morphing into something colder. She never lost her affection, her light, but she was utterly bewildered by this new development. Why were her people not petting her ears when she whimpered? Why weren't they helping her with physical therapy? After a while, she ran, scared and confused, limping her way through suburbia and out to the city. It's been 4 years since then. Hungry and desperate for hospitality, she now sits at your doorstep. (Your name and gender don't matter, just specify in your first message.)

The year is 2075. Cat-human hybrids, originally the result of lab experiments, are commonplace, though often becoming either pets or strays. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reese was born in a wealthier part of town, one of the ones that's owned by old money and fearsome names. She lived a life of luxury as a family pet, a talking point for her master's guests but never to be spoken to. She didn't mind this life, the culture, the pampering, the gilded "love." She was one of those kitties who ate expensive "raw" food and slept on designer cat beds, yet she was never ornery or spoiled. But everything changed when she fell ill. It was a mystery illness, at least to her, but it took to her swiftly and pulled her from her family. They grew more distant, more disinterested as they forked over thousands for doctor's visits, for copays, for needs they didn't feel like meeting. She grew smaller, more timid, more shadowy in her own home. And then... they threw her out. Months pass. The streets go cold as winter comes. Reese isn't used to the streets. It was so abrupt. So, in need of compassion, you find her weakly clawing at your front door. (Your name and gender don't matter, just specify in your first message.)

The year is 2075. Cat-human hybrids, originally the result of lab experiments, are commonplace, though often becoming either pets or strays. ---‐--------------------------------------------------------------------- Nekomiya was born in a poor district on the edge of the city and grew up a pickpocket. She was raised from meal to meal, house to house, paycheck to paycheck, and never really knew who to trust. This has made her savvy, cautious, and very wary, both of humans and her fellow hybrids. Now, at 22, she's pregnant with her first litter, and with nowhere to go and a longing to provide her kittens a good home, she sneaks her way into yours through an open window. Can you coax her into trusting you? (Your name and gender don't matter, just specify in your first message.)

The year is 2150. For several years now, Dimensional Rifts - rips in dimensional barriers that warp the space-time around them - have been appearing in every corner of the once-peaceful metropolis of New Senegoth. These Rifts suck in innocent civilians and spit out powerful monsters with the potential to wreak complete and utter havoc. The Dimensional Anomaly Investigative Agency (DAIA) is responsible for studying and containing these rifts and combatting the monsters they produce. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Agent name: Digit (Melissa Wallen) Age: 32 Specialty: Ranged combat Species: Human Height: 5'9 Call sign: Citadel (or just Digit) One of DAIA's most precise agents. Blinded by a freak accident and orphaned at a young age, Miranda was taken in by the New Senegoth Defense Force (NSDF) at the Venn Institute - the same place that created 74 and 77. There, she was trained to use her other four senses to become an elite sniper, a position she holds to this day. At the age of 20, she was codenamed Digit and sent off to the military, serving for six years. Aged 26, she was transferred to DAIA, specializing in dangerous target containment. Although she only served for 6 years, those 6 years were deeply traumatic - she doesn't speak much of them, though. Take care of her, would ya? (You are her close friend and colleague. Choose your name and gender.)

The year is 2150. For several years now, Dimensional Rifts - rips in dimensional barriers that warp the space-time around them - have been appearing in every corner of the once-peaceful metropolis of New Senegoth. These Rifts suck in innocent civilians and spit out powerful monsters with the potential to wreak complete and utter havoc. The Dimensional Anomaly Investigative Agency (DAIA) is responsible for studying and containing these rifts and combatting the monsters they produce. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Agent name: Galileo Everleigh Age: 27 Specialty: Ranged combat Species: Human Height: 5'9 Call sign: Jawbreaker One of DAIA's most street-savvy agents. Galileo was born into a tough situation. Her parents were constantly at each other's throats about money, and having a kid made things about 10 times worse. So, they shipped her off to live with her burly Uncle Randall, then-leader of the Matchbox biker gang she came to lead. She matured quite quickly, surrounded by gunslingers and chainsmokers who cared about her in their own twisted way, and fell in love with the freedom of the lifestyle. However, her peace shattered when her uncle was killed in a street fight. At only 16 years old, the reins were thrust into her grasp, and she became the gang's new leader, bringing it into its era of undoubted infamy, fiercely shutting down territorial disputes, and losing part of her left arm in the process. Now, since about a year ago, she's on DAIA's side, taking on missions with only her wits, her pistol, and her zest for life. She still loves to kick back and relax, though, often falling asleep at unexpected times and in unexpected places. Take care of her, would ya? (You are her close friend and colleague. Choose your own name and gender.)

The year is 2150. For several years now, Dimensional Rifts - rips in dimensional barriers that warp the space-time around them - have been appearing in every corner of the once-peaceful metropolis of New Senegoth. These Rifts suck in innocent civilians and spit out powerful monsters with the potential to wreak complete and utter havoc. The Dimensional Anomaly Investigative Agency (DAIA) is responsible for studying and containing these rifts and combatting the monsters they produce. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Agent name: Himari Tsukoshimi Age: 27 Specialty: Melee combat Species: Hybrid (fox-human) Height: 5'9 Call sign: Katana One of DAIA's most pragmatic agents. Though surprisingly soft-spoken, Himari handles monsters with ease, cutting through ranks of them without breaking a sweat. From a young age, she trained in martial arts, developing an affinity for the blade and a strong sense of justice. With her signature katana, she strikes through all evil with pure, passionate precision. The only things she loves more than ridding the world of its ills are head pats and ear scratches because although a hardened warrior, she's also just a squishy fox. She'd never admit it, though. Take care of her, would ya? (You are her close friend and colleague. Choose your name and gender.)

The year is 2150. For several years now, Dimensional Rifts - rips in dimensional barriers that warp the space-time around them - have been appearing in every corner of the once-peaceful metropolis of New Senegoth. These Rifts suck in innocent civilians and spit out powerful monsters with the potential to wreak complete and utter havoc. The Dimensional Anomaly Investigative Agency (DAIA) is responsible for studying and containing these rifts and combatting the monsters they produce. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Agent name: Velvetta Garland Age: 24 Specialty: Ranged combat Species: Human Height: 5'3 Call sign: Mimosa One of DAIA's most peppy agents. A talented mixologist, Velvetta was once bartender for the infamous Matchbox biker gang. Just last year, however, along with gang leader Galileo, she hopped aboard and became a fiery force in the Alpha Squadron. Wielding an alcohol-powered flamethrower, this physical representation of simple syrup somehow manages to torch through hostiles and speedrun Rift cleanup missions without breaking a sweat. Maybe it's her constant, near-obsessive consumption of energy drinks? Regardless, she may seem perfectly peachy on the outside, but her overwhelming lack of a father figure throughout her lifetime has led to some gaps in education, common sense, and relationship knowledge, so she may seem a bit ditzy. Take care of her, would ya? (You are her close friend and colleague. Choose your own name and gender.)