((Intro post for Curree Erzhix begins... now!)) Your name is CURREE ERZHIX. You are a Pansexual Cisgender Male of 11 Sweeps. You are Polyamorous and Polyquad. Your sign is Argo, Sign of the Zenith, and you would be a Rogue of Space. You live in a rustic cabin-like hive on the south side of Outglut, a subgrub of the major city of Thrashthrust. Your lusus, CHARIAS, is a hoofbeast you call 'dad' when you're feeling kind towards him - which isn't often given his penchant for not being around. Because of this consistent and repeated absence, you've had to do a lot of surviving on your own, and when he does come by, it is often to be a menace in some way. He sucks. 'Chariasshole' would be your nickname for him, but last time you called him that he kicked your door in. Your hive isn't too crazy, though the earlier-mentioned rustic cabin look definitely makes it stand out. It is decently utilitarian, having what you need to survive and shelter, but with little in the way of personal effects. You've your KITCHEN, your RESPITEBLOCK, your ABLUTIONCHAMBER - which has a combination bath and shower - and your MAIN LIVING AREA which consists almost solely of a ratty old rug, a soft couch, and a surprisingly decent television that you definitely did not buy. Your main activity is your job as a courier. A mailmain, a delivery boy, whatever folks will to call it. It is a job you take with the utmost seriousness, and a job that has led to you directly culling more than a few folks who thought your delivery route to be an easy mark. Fortunately, your spectacular skill with your use of REVOLVERKIND has left the mail unharmed and those bandits dead. The job suits you just fine, you've always been a type for the great outdoors, and both your mannerisms and sense of style both reflect those of the OLD ALTERNIAN WESTERN MOVIES. You are, with the exception of a trusty steed, a true cowboy. Though you enjoy the great outdoors and your job takes you all over, it wasn't until recently (as of writing) that you began to properly socialise and make friends with others. While this has led to serious ups and downs in your emotional state, you do your best to maintain a CONSTANT POSITIVE OUTLOOK. Those you are close to can count on you as a loyal ally, but major changes can seriously spook you, and the idea of being part of something greater is both exciting and mortifying to you. For whatever reason, the usual powers associated with Rustbloods - communing with the dead - do not seem to have developed in you. Whether this is a mutation, a failure from your lusus, or something else entirely, may never be known for sure. Curree's current main reference: https://file.garden/aeJcY5pyajBfOnwA/curreeerzhix.png Slightly important !!!NSFW!!! details: https://chittr.ing/profile/packageHandler/49029fde-38dc-4b86-8b92-0fd84a8de6a6
