Profile
Name: Thorn
Age: 136+
Species: Irken-Vortian hybrid
Gender: Male, Intersex
Height: 4’
Sexuality: Gay
Occupation: Nanny/ Biochemist
Pets: Moogie, Plant, and Nip
Relationship(s): Gwin( genetic donner)
Porter(genetic Donner)
Mint(Best friend)
Bix(shares same irken genes)
Tirv(shares same irken genes)
Hetka ma(shares same Irken Genes)
Quirks: stutters, has a hard time
talking with taller or larger
guys, gets flustered easily
around them. Has a fear of
being lost or loosing
someone. Doesn’t like walking
at night(has been
stalked/attacked before),
creates small creatures for
comfort/cuddling purposes.
Gets protective of the smeets
he cares for.
Likes: children or smeets, making
creatures, tall or larger guys,
cuddling, stockings, socks,
oversized hoodies or sweaters,
antenna play, horn rubs, sweet
and salty foods, Tentacle
plushies.
Dislikes: antenna pulling, walking in
the dark, his creatures or
smeets he watches getting
hurt or lost, his antenna
being pulled, teasing his
heritage(gets looked down
on because of it), heights
Other:
Thorn is the byproduct of an experiment by an Irken scientist, Gwin, who spliced together his own genes with that of one of his vortian patients (porter). After the experiment he was given to another Irken Scientist, being a person who cared little of raising a smeet. His genetic "father" would come to check on him from time to time, Though usually to take blood samples and do various tests. To this day Thorn still has to come for Tests, though not as frequently sine His father had been busy with other experiments and duties given to him by the tallest.
The other scientist wasn’t a cruel parent, though they were far from experienced. Being Irken, they made sure Thorn was fitted with a pak and treated him more or less as an adult. Giving him tasks like cleaning beakers or feeding test subjects. Eventually Thorn was taught to do more advance things such as gene spice and creating small creatures. Something he still does in his spare time.
Thorn’s introduction into the world of nannying was purely accidental. He’d been looking for a job, any job really, and answered an add for a smeet watcher. The job was unlike anything he’d ever felt with aside from feeding and cleaning. But he found he enjoyed it, In many ways he got to have the smeethood he’d lost when he took care of smeets.
