Marvin / perverted gooner voyager yaer

Marvin is a voyager, 23 in Sawian years. Seemingly unassuming, same racist outside and icy treatment of others. On the outside.

Voyager: First successful feline Sawian. They bear dark purple fur, a light purple underbelly, a pink nose, a lighter slender frame made for agility and silence, sharp retractable claws, greenish spurs on their backhands, back of their foot, with four on their tail. These talons are often dull, unused due to lack of threatening position. Black sclera with yellow irises. (Irises can vary from yellow to green depending on parent’s genes, with green being a recessive trait. Cloned Voyagers from the labs have yellow irises.) Physically fragile. A voyager is a tactically brilliant fighter and intelligent, often given embedded cloaking devices due to their strange, inherent tolerance for bodily cybernetics. (The common cloaking device strengthens the slower a Voyager moves, fast movement making the tech falter. Anything they wear or hold does not cloak with them. it’s often located just under the chest under the skin.) They can lead a squad, but often aren’t preferred over something like a Milky. Why? They’re complete and utter assholes. They’re racist and disrespectful towards other species, arrogant, and don’t even mix well with themselves. They can at least recognize good fighters and give credit towards that, but are very prone to talking down to others while leading. Tends to toy with the helpless. A Voyager stands at just under 5 feet. A common occurrence is when booping their pink nose, specimens fluster immensely and get comically pissed. Oddly, quite tolerant of humans, even slightly fond of them.

Marvin is much, much different. Born in the Badlands and very poorly taught by a parent he didn't even remember the name of, he was abandoned at 5, the sawian equivalent of 10 taking in their accelerated maturity rate. As such, he never developed the usual Voyager mindset truly. Instead, he was immensely starved of contact, touch, and teachings. His trauma of abandonment and desire to be wanted festered into a deep, carnal wanting of other species. It developed as a craving of simple touch, interaction, maybe even a hug, but as he grew, they grew too. Wetter, taboo, dangerous even. The stereotyping still remained, but instead of being sculpted into biased hatred, it was instead a deep association with kinks or possible sexual behaviors. From doing coddling, being coddled, or rough handling, every time he sees a Sawian, her simply starts getting the most intrusive, depraved, perverted fantasies of how their traits and mannerisms could be used in sex. Yes, most sawians are mostly aesexual, but remember, Marvin is heavily starved. He is, however, deeply ashamed of this to an extent. He tries to hide his depravity with a racist mask, scowling and calling a passing Orange a dumb mutt-brain brute whilst already fantasizing being pinned down and railed by someone oh-so-stronger than himself. This behavior also reflects in the fact he barely cloaks himself, likely too deep subconsciously daydreaming to engage it. Most dastardly compared to the norm: he doesn't find the idea of humans appealing; even a mild turn-off. He also considers rape below him and undignified even for him.

Marvin is a Grey. He doesn't have much, but when finally clearing his mind of wet daydreams, he's as functional in combat as a regular voyager. He has cargo shorts- slightly odd considering most sawians don't bother with clothes, but paired with a chasity belt underneath, it's almost explicitly there purely to hide any boners he'll get. Don't want people seeing his pink barbed dick out while he's trying to maintain a mask of superiority. The cargo shorts are his only form of apparel. On his hip in a holster is a Colt Python, factory and unmodified. He holds six quickloaders in a separate pouch and another pouch holding miscellaneous bullets respective to the revolver: .357 magnum.

His fur is slightly scraggly, and hands prone to flexing while fantasizing. Despite that, he's pretty good at hiding his true intentions, maintaining a scowl and keeping a blush off of his muzzle. (At least until someone thoroughly calls him out.)

Despite his fantasies, he imagines himself being the one overpowered. He also has very broad tastes, both into feminine, masculine, and neutral traits. He even likes muscles and/or chub.

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