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Welcome to Port Cado, Remy Moon!!

Name: Remy Moon

Birthdate and Age: June 14 / 25 Years Old

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Faceclaim: Park Jimin

Profession: Social Media Influencer

Loyalty: Neither

Designation: Submissive

Claim: Unclaimed

Children: Nope

Neighborhood: Midtown Harbor

Sexuality: Homosexual

Kinks: Bondage, pain/impact, lingerie, orgasm control/denial, cockwarming, sensory deprivation, sex toys

Anti-kinks: Blood, gore, permanent marks, vore, watersports, scat, age play

Biography:

Remy Moon grew up firmly in the middle class of Port Cado, never having to worry about the necessities in life, and as the younger of two sons and the one submissive, he was always doted upon by his parents, even his older brother sometimes. Remy learned early on that with a smile he could get almost anything he wanted, and this was not something that changed much as he got older. It extended to friends that he met, teachers he had in school; it was rare that anyone was able to deny him much of anything. It was no surprise to anyone that he ended up being a submissive, doted upon as he was.

Remy was always particular about how he liked to dress, how he wanted to present himself to the world. He liked being praised, being told he was pretty. So when he graduated high school, he entered cosmetology school to become a makeup artist. While in this program, one of Remy’s friends had the idea of posting their art to social media. Slowly, Remy started to build a following and by the time he finished his program, he had started to make himself a staple in the online beauty community.

For a while Remy had both a full time job as a makeup artist and his social media side gig that sometimes got him sponsorships and some ad revenue. He posted mostly makeup tutorials and product reviews, which eventually led to him creating his own line of makeup. When he gained success in selling eyeshadow palettes and lipsticks, he left his job behind to become a fulltime influencer and content creator, eventually gaining a manager and an editor. All the while, his viewership continued to go up.

A large part of being an influencer was networking. Remy spent time with other beauty and social influencers. It was at a party that he met one other influencer, a dominant sketch comedian named Axel, who made a channel out of playing pranks on friends and partners. It wasn’t necessarily that Remy particularly liked this man. Remy just wanted attention and an easy fuck. He’d gotten the attention and the fuck, but it didn’t end up being easy. A couple days later, Axel uploaded a video to his channel confessing that he’d cheated on his partner and mentioned Remy by name.

Remy started to receive hundreds of hate messages, calling him all sorts of terrible things, telling him to do all sorts of terrible things. Remy made his own video addressing the situation, but he didn’t apologize. He wasn’t the one who had cheated after all. He publicly asked Axel to call off his rabid fans who continued to swarm his DMs until he turned them off and left hate comments on his videos. His viewership declined somewhat after this, though he did still have a community that stuck with him.

Welcome to Port Cado, LUCAS YUN!!

Name: Lucas Yun Birthdate and Age: August 29th, 27 Preferred Pronouns: He/Him Faceclaim: Kim Namjoon Profession: Waiter at the Diamond Star Casino Loyalty: Neither, yet. Designation: submissive Claim: Unclaimed Children: None Neighborhood: Midtown Harbor Sexuality: Bisexual Kinks: Orgasm control/denial, cockwarming, biting, impact play, temporary marks, bondage, TPE, rough play, light humiliation, overstimulation Anti-kinks: Bathroom play, extreme age play/diapers, permanent marks/damage Biography:

Lucas Yun, like many in Port Cado, has not always had an easy life. His parents struggled to support him and his siblings, and finances were stretched even more when his grandparents moved in. Though as a child Lucas often didn’t realize the stress behind the scenes. Instead all he felt was love and happiness and now when he looks back on his childhood, he knows those positive memories are from the hard work of his parents and grandparents. Sure, they lacked money most of the time, but his parents always made things fun. While other kids got new clothes for school, he and his siblings had a blast finding ‘new’ clothes at the local thrift stores. Christmas presents were often homemade instead of something purchased from a store. Dinners at food pantries were a treat, not an embarrassment. Luke and his family were together and they were happy, so the rest simply didn’t matter.

Not until Lucas got older, that is. He was the second eldest sibling. As he got older he started to notice things like the way his mother cried in her bedroom when bills arrived and the way his younger siblings were laughed at by their peers at school for their clothes that didn’t quite fit right. He cared so fiercely for his family that those small things began to take a toll. He didn’t want his younger siblings to see the things he had started to see, so he did his best to hide it all. He learned to school his expression so that he rarely did so much as frown in front of them. He took on odd jobs during high school and supported his family with the money, even if they didn’t always know. He learned from his grandmother how to do some basic sewing and fixed hems and holes in his siblings’ clothes. He never, ever complained.

Lucas knew he wouldn’t be able to go to college. There was no way he could afford it and while his grades were decent, they sometimes suffered because of his many odd jobs. When he was designated as a submissive he knew things would be even more difficult, but he took it with a smile like he did everything else. After graduation he worked any job he could. He bagged groceries, shined shoes at a bowling alley, washed dishes, walked dogs… he wasn’t picky as long as the job paid. It was during one of his dog walking jobs that he met a Dominant with a few connections that was able to help him get a job as a waiter at one of the restaurants at the Diamond Star Casino. It wouldn’t make him rich, but it helped him live a little more comfortably and support his family that much more.

He moved into an apartment in Midtown Harbor to be close to the casino and it is, thankfully, not far from his family home. His apartment is also close to the university and each time he walks near the campus he’s reminded of his decision not to attend. Sometimes he thinks he could save money on the side to take a class or two, but each time he considers it he decides not to. He’d rather use that money for more important things.

Welcome to Port Cado, JOAQUIN CID JARA!!

Name: Joaquin Cid Jara

Birthdate and Age: January 21st, 43

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him

Faceclaim: Pedro Pascal

Profession: Firefighter Paramedic

Guild/Obsidian Syndicate: Family ties to Obsidian Syndicate. Father used to work for Obsidian Syndicate and family debt remains.

Designation: Submissive

Claim: Unclaimed

Children: One child he does not see.

Neighborhood: Leroy Bay

Sexuality: Pansexual

Kinks: Breath play, Power playing, Bottoming from the top (power bottoms), Wax play, Biting, Marks, Wrestling, Dirty Talking

Anti-kinks: Bathroom play, age play, voyeurism, public sex, illicit substances.

Biography:

Joaquin Cid Jara was born just outside of the heart of Chile in Puento Alto. While not considered rich, his parents were not poor either. If you asked Joaquin, the life they had lived was perfect and exactly everything he had wanted. He always went to bed with a full belly and knew that his parents loved him. Life for Joaquin was rather worry free for the first ten years or so, until he found his life being upheaved overnight. The events are still blurry and on record, all Joaquin officially knows is his father disappeared and his mother passed. No one ever truly answered his questions-- and the boy packed what he could of his life of Chile into one small suitcase.

The sister of his mother had moved many years ago to enter into a claim with a man in Port Cado. A place he had been several times on trips with his father, but a place he was not overly familiar with.  With no other family to take him in, the couple volunteered to take him in. Joaquin found himself with a family he had never met before and in a place that was utterly different from the place he had grown up in thus far. His uncle was ready to welcome the boy and give him everything he might need. However, the challenges didn’t stop there. He didn’t know the language, had thus far received very little schooling, and many of the other students were keen to point out just how different he was.

With little recourse, Joaquin acted out; terrified of school and the people who bullied him when he was there. Public school was no longer an option and the boy would then receive all of his schooling at home. With so much time spent in isolation, by the time he was old enough to spend more time on his own, his social behaviors were odd and he fell into a crowd of people who were eager to show him just how much of the world he had been missing. This started a pattern of heavy drinking, partying, minor drug use and jumping from job to job.

It wasn’t exactly that Joaquin was looking to make trouble-- simply that he’d never felt like he’d fit in and this was his chance to prove that he could fit in somewhere. His surrogate parents did their best to encourage Joaquin out of the behavior, but eventually Joaquin pulled fully from them and immersed himself fully into that world. He was enraptured by the friends he had made, forgetting all of his troubles and for once feeling like he was on top of the world.

But everything has consequences. For Joaquin, he found this when a woman he’d been sleeping with, another submissive, fell pregnant with his child. The implications alone were enough to make everything come crashing down. They were both submissives, neither with stable jobs, and while Joaquin was intent on finding a way to make it work, she wasn’t. Despite his efforts, and after months and even years of fighting; he found his daughter taken from him and whisked away.

For the submissive, this was rock bottom. For years everything seemed to blur for him. The partying no longer felt the same and he felt like there was a hole he’d never be able to feel. It wasn’t until the people he once called friends started to lose their lives or fall so deeply into addiction that he knew he needed to make a change. He couldn’t keep on like that. He wasn’t going to be the cause of those issues anymore, he was going to be the solution. Holding his pride up, he shuffled to the place he had once called home and found himself welcomed into his aunt’s open arms. Now thirty years old-- he was ready to make a difference. He was enrolled in Paramedic courses the next week.

Welcome to Port Cado, QUINCI ADAMS!!

Name: Quinci Adams

Birthdate and Age:  December 1st / 30

Preferred Pronouns: He, Him

Faceclaim: Trevante Rhodes

Profession: Animal Caretaker

Guild/Obsidian Syndicate: Service & hospitality Guild

Designation: Submissive

Claim: Unclaimed

Children: No

Neighborhood: Morrell Point

Sexuality: Bisexual

Kinks:  Bondage, body worship, sensory play, toys, begging, pet play, public sex, humiliation/ degrading, multiple/many partners, control, roleplay, discipline, overstimulation & more.

Anti-kinks:  Gore, vore, blood & bodily fluids

Biography:

It’d be fair to say that Quinci had a happy life or at least a better life than most people, so he had never been one to complain. He came from a huge family, lots of aunts and uncles, etc. Even in his own home, he was the middle child. Four older siblings and three younger ones, it was always what his parents wanted, a large family.

Sometimes though, he slipped through the cracks. It hadn’t been so bad when he was the youngest, his older siblings took up most of their parents time but as they got older, they could focus on him a little more and then he became a big brother and the cracks were a little more clear. He knew his parents loved him, they just didn’t have much time. It didn’t help that Quinci was a quiet one, he didn’t cause trouble. That changed when he hit his teens. It was a like a new boy had been born and acting out was his favorite way to get his parents attention.

It worked for a while but soon enough they stopped running after him. The problem was, when he did have their attention, it was always short term. Until the problem went away, he wanted it to be constant. And if he could find it anywhere, he’d take it.

Which lead to a few years of bad choices that he isn’t entirely ashamed of. There was a lot of drinking, partying and burning through his family’s money. Even drugs had started to become apart of his life. He realized he wasn’t lonely when he was to out of it to think about it. But it also lead to the worst choice he could’ve made.

Really, he was too young to realize what he was doing when he entered his trio claim. A couple that was already together and Quinci had it in his head that everything would be perfect. (Despite the clear signs and words he had very much chosen to ignore.)

And it ended badly, the only saving grace had been that they managed to keep behind the scenes. Some might say the blame was equally split but a part of him knew it was mostly his fault. Whatever he thought he was chasing, that wasn’t it and Quinci had nothing to do but fall back on his old ways.

It didn’t last for as long this time. His grandpa stepped in heavily. He couldn’t completely change his grandson. It’d take more work than that but he was able to curb his behavior more by steering Quinci in a direction of something he had always loved: animals. Throughout his life, he’s had a few pets, always there for them and always there to love him. It was grandfather that pushed him to work and help out at various animal shelters and since he loved pets so much, he got him into fostering pets that needed a lot of attention and work.

That had given him a goal at least and with his grandfather’s help, he opened his own animal shelter with his grandfather at the head but really, it was Quinci’s baby. And another goal was set for him to become the sole owner and win the trust of his grandfather. It helps most of the time, a less dangerous way of helping him cope. A part of him longs for a claim but he’s convinced he it won’t happen again for him. At some point, he’d become someone’s problem so he gets through it with jokes and some partying, as long as he doesn’t think about the loneliness then it won’t be real.

WELCOME TO PORT CADO, OLIVIA GILLETTE!!

Name: Olivia Gillette

Birthdate and Age: July 15th / 27

Preferred Pronouns: she/her

Faceclaim: Aisha Dee

Profession: Paralegal

Guild/Obsidian Syndicate: Obsidian Syndicate

Designation: Submissive.

Claim: Unclaimed

Children: No

Neighborhood: Clement Hill  

Sexuality: Bisexual

Kinks:  multiple orgasms, rough sex, exhibitionism, bondage, overstimulation, edging, forced Orgasm, praise. orgasm denial ( more on her page )

Anti-kinks: Bodily Fluid, Gore, Vore

Biography: It wasn’t something she was allowed to run away from.

Per her father’s words, she’d never be able to get out. See, it was easier to stay out of crime if you weren’t anywhere near it. And Olivia had been born in the center of it. Well, maybe not the center but her father was a loyalist. Not to any state or government but to the Syndicate. It was sort of a family tradition at this point, he felt like he owed his life to organization that let him become a fairly comfortable man.

And he was, by all accounts, was a comfortable man. Which meant that his family was just as comfortable. He found a lady-love that was also apart of the Syndicate and that’s how her family grew. She didn’t grow up in the lap of luxury but Olivia was aware that she was better off than most. Growing up, she started to notice why. Her father never truly hid it but when she was younger, thing’s weren’t so open but the more she grew, the more he was happy with showing.

She wasn’t happy with what she saw, at least at the start. Soon enough, that melted away. Her father always had a way of minimizing things, most of her friends families (if not all) were related. It was easy to forget and simply live in it, her family was apart of crime, her life was crime and when it was a good time to teach her, Olivia managed to take too it like a fish in water.

It’s in her blood her father would say.

It really was, until she went away to college and for a moment it was a brand new world. For a moment she could proudly tell her father it wasn’t in her blood. (even if she didn’t really, as much as she wanted to renounce crime, there was nothing in her that could renounce her father and saying that would really cause him to cut her off.) He wasn’t happy with how much she had pulled away but it wasn’t as if she removed herself fully. As much as this new world, he still had a pull and he made sure to nurture it.

It was suppose to be a quick trip home after school, she could finally stay for a while but that was her downfall, a personal one. At this point in her life, it was hard to pinpoint when she, herself started to follow in her father’s footsteps,  follow in Obsidian’s footsteps. (and when she closed her eyes and really thought about it, it came down to simple choice. her family or her ideals. in the end, family was her ideal.)

There had been regrets here and there but the more she allowed herself to be involved, the more it was easier to brush away the dirty parts. The bloodier parts, her father made sure to keep it away from her for a while. He sold it as if it was a white collar time and she was in too deep to pull herself out.

It felt like it happened in a blink of an eye. At one point, Olivia was raging against the idea’s of her father and then she found herself to be an assistant to the second in command. Sure, she knew how she got here. She was a smart worker, she had a degree, she the background needed to rise to the royal. She came from a family that made their loyalties' clear and she herself, was a perfect person to work in the dark. Even with that, sometimes she wonders how she got here.

And then her boss text her to look into a case at two am in the morning and by the time she’s knee-deep into work, it gives her the chance to forget, as if she had always aspired to be here.

Note: Player currently on extended leave of absence.

Who I Am

Name: Mackenzie (Max or Kenzie but never Mackenzie) Karofsky

Age: 21

Hometown: Savannah, Georgia

Profession: Model

Preferred Status: Submissive

Favorite Fantasies: Being in 'Heat' (aka /needing/ sex, specifically for breeding purposes)

Family: Max’s parents are divorced and she and her older twin David spent most of their time with their mother, though they would occasionally spend weekends and holidays with their father. Both parents worked hard to be a constant in their children’s lives, but their marriage fell apart when the twins were 12 following David Sr’s affair with his secretary. Max has never forgiven her father for that, despite his attempts to make amends. She loves her mother but has never been particularly close to the other woman either for various reasons. She is undeniably closest to her brother.

How Long Have They Been At Haven Resort? She’s a new member.

What There Is To Know

Background: Max’s childhood was fairly normal. Her parents divorced before she entered puberty but she never really wanted for a father or mother figure. She wasn’t very close to her mother and after her father’s betrayal, she distanced herself from him as well and on the off chance that she did find herself in need of them, they worked hard to always be there. They never missed a pageant or game for her or her brother, even if it meant tolerating each other for hours on end. Early on, Max developed a taste for the spotlight. She was a pageant baby and carried it on into her adult life, along with participating in dance and cheerleading teams while in school. She was 15 when she decided she wanted to be a model and her wealthy father spared no expense to help his baby girl achieve her dreams. She was 18 when he gave her the money to move to New York City and even though it was hard to leave her brother behind, she did it to pursue her dreams of modeling. Her father’s earlier help and her own success in pageants and competitions gave her a leg up and she found her way into the modeling world fairly easily. She was 19 when she met Owen Wells, an agent for another model she knew. The two fell into a whirlwind relationship fairly quickly and it was Owen who introduced Max to the world of BSDM. She was his pet, his trophy, and proud of it. It wasn’t until two years later that Owen began to change. He would return home late, began breaking their hard limits and on more than one occasion, ignored Max’s safeword. It wasn’t until a surprise visit from David that she was able to escape Owen’s clutches after her brother found a bleeding welt on her back and beat the older man unconscious. The break-up hasn’t hit Max as hard as she thought it would. It’s her submissive side that she finds yearning. The part of her that craved the attention isn’t sure what to do now without the instruction of a firm hand and that’s how she ended up at Haven, referred to the resort by a good friend.

Personality: Max is generally laid back. She’s never really had to worry about money or work and so she doesn’t really find much to stress out about in her life. She can be vulgar and is often silly, preferring not to deal with the more serious aspects of life. She prefers to spend her time relaxing and eating (god, does she love to eat) or hanging out with friends as opposed to doing anything particularly hard.

Para Sample: She doesn’t even look at her room, not at first. Eyes closed, the first thing Max is sure to do is breathe. It feels like it’s been so long since she was able to and just the promise of being able to let go soon, of giving everything up and truly submitting is enough to loosen something in her chest. It’s been so long, too long and she feels wound tight, like her spine will snap if she stays standing too much longer. But she also knows none of that is true. That she’s just anxious. Slowly, she blinks her eyes open to survey the brightly decorated room the resort afforded her. It’s beautiful and the sight of the new surroundings makes her smile as she enters the room. The place is exactly what Ashley had promised it would be and that’s comforting, something Max desperately needs right now. Losing Owen and moving away from David all over again has her feeling off kilter and she feels as if she needs to be sure about something - anything. Her bags thud as the drop just inside the door and forgoing the act of unpacking, Max kicks her shoes away and crosses the room to step out onto her balcony. The beach greets her loudly, fragrantly and for a long time, Max just stands there and allows the ocean spray to litter her skin. Yes, this…if nothing else, she can be sure about this place.

What Else Is There?

Shipping Preferences: Max/Male Chemistry

Anti-shipping Preferences: Max/Female Chemistry

Pro-Kinks: Dirty talk, spanking, rough sex/rough housing, orgasm denial, light bondage, pet names, oral (giving and receiving), somnophilia, open to discuss anything not on anti-kinks list

Who I Am

Name: Frannie Fabray

Age: 26

Hometown: Lima, Ohio

Professional Status: Pro-Submissive

Professional Specialties: Ageplay, noncon (rapeplay), pet play (particularly being a ponygirl)

Family: Frannie is the oldest daughter of Russell and Judy Fabray, and has two younger siblings.  She was previously married, but her divorce was finalized years ago and she’s not looking for another relationship.

How Long Have They Been At Haven Resort? Frannie has been employed at Haven since the resort opened a few years ago.

What There Is To Know

Background: If someone were to ask her when she was feeling exceptionally honest, Frannie would tell them that the only thing she wanted to keep from her marriage was what she’d learned about being tied up.  Her husband, once described by Russell as a “good christian man who owned his own chain of UPS stores,” had taken her virginity on their wedding night while she was tied to the bed in their honeymoon suite and gagged with her own underwear.  Rather than feeling dirty or used when it was over she craved more, much more than her husband was ever able to give her.  Her kinks hadn’t been the reason for the dissolution of the marriage, but it was likely a contributing factor.  With the ring off of her finger and her freedom granted, Frannie had searched for a place where she could be herself - and found it in Haven.  She didn’t need an emotional connection, and she didn’t crave intimacy, she was after sex.  As much of it as she could have, in as many ways as she could have it.  As far as her parents or siblings know, she’s working as a fairly unsuccessful writer in California - and she’d prefer that they never found out the truth, even if watching the big vein in Russell’s head pop might be mildly amusing.  Frannie’s not ashamed of who she is or what she does - but being judged by the people she loves doesn’t hold a lot of appeal for her.  She’s happy in Haven, and she wants nothing more than that.

Personality: While close to her parents and her siblings, Frannie keeps a distance between them borne of what she does for a living.  She’d rather they keep their mental image of her as she was, instead of souring it with what they’d inevitably think of her profession.  Her coworkers are her new family, and since she’s been there for so long she’s developed an almost motherly instinct and will protect them fiercely.  She’s also a teacher of sorts, having been in the job long enough to know about virtually every kink a guest could ask for.  To the guests, she’s the model of a sub - quiet, polite, and willing to do whatever’s asked of her as long as it isn’t one of the very few kinks she won’t partake in.  If a guest has a request for her, she’ll do the best she can to accommodate them in every way, always.  And away from work, she’s a quiet bookwork who would rather be tucked up in bed with a novel than out having a drink.

Para Sample: As Frannie stepped over the threshold into Haven Resort, she had to restrain herself from doing a little dance.  Her recruiter had promised it would be everything that she could imagine, more than worth the price of a plane ticket, and she could already see that hadn’t been a lie.  It was gorgeous, sumptuously decorated, and filled to the brim with people like her.  People who understood that sex wasn’t something to be ashamed of but something to be revelled in, wrapped around yourself like a blanket and enjoyed in every way.  She was walked to her room first, to leave her things, and then led down to one of of the playrooms where her first guest awaited.  ”Have fun,” her companion murmured, opening the door and shutting it as soon as Frannie had stepped inside.

He was tanned, and tall, and that was all she managed to see before he put a hand on her head and pushed her down to her knees.  He knew her limits, as they’d been provided beforehand, and she trusted that there was someone watching in case he took things too far.  He prompted her for a safeword and she responded “apple,” and that was the last question he asked her.  His request had been simple - that she cry as he had his way with her - and she squeezed a few tears out as he pulled her hair and tipped her head back.  She was home.  She was where she belonged.  And if she had any choice in the matter she would never, ever leave.

What Else Is There?

Shipping Preferences: Frannie/Chemistry, Frannie/Female, Frannie/Male, Fabraycest - I’m open to basically anything.

Anti-shipping Preferences: None

Pro-Kinks: Ageplay, ponyplay, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, chastity play, heavy bondage, watersports, and anything not listed as an anti-kink.