Your OC Does the Above OC's Job

"there are few things that scare me... Dentists are one of them!" Ares stares in horror at the tools and patient. "well I've extracted bullets from aliens, and bandaged crew members... Ive seen teeth before... I can definitely do this!"

...... After a few moments.... Ares can be seen escaping through the window while the patient is being prepped.

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Ares is a space pirate captain who hunts down remnants of a universe destroying Parasite. Mostly infected hives that are found in the dark corners of the cosmos.

Not great but good enough.

She is an intermediate driver of ground vehicles so to have her captain a massive high-tech equivalent of seafaring ship in space is much to ask. It might go better if there is artificial intelligence system to school her on how it functions since people interaction is not her forte though tries. I can see her scrapping Ares' ship the moment it is clear for departure. Envision that scene from Galaxy Quest when the pretend crew take the real ship out of the holding bay.

Sorry, man. :(


Carmen is a consultant in human resource which is mundane unless there is a call about a wide-scale scandal. Those are "fun" to try sorting while dealing with belligerent callers who are supposed to be professional business owners or higher-ups.

Pretty decent could be better. Before becoming a teacher he had a similar job. He did a lot of managment and filing. He constantly dealt with complaints but angels are nowhere near as annoying as humans so he'd get somewhat stressed/

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Abriel is currently a psych and diversity teacher at a local community college. He teaches advanced courses due to his doctorates and insists on grading all essays without help

"Uh... huh," Mr. TV mumbled as he sat in front of the classroom of quiet students. He turned his head to look at the blackboard. Advanced Psych and Diversity. Okay. He turned back to the students. He had no idea about either. Usually when it came characters going in depth in those fields he'd leave it to the writers. Well, he sat in a few times to help with scenes, and he didn't get awards for nothing! Surely, he could figure something out!
Mr. TV rolled up his paper and tapped it against the desk. "Alright!" he shouted. "We're gonna divert a little from your studies and check it out in social media. I'm talking movies, TV shows, even Tiktok. Let's dissect them, figure out the psych of heavy scenes, the diversity of the cast. And don't ask about my head. Okay? Let's get to it!"

Mr. TV is a producer and a director for all kinds of media; he mainly does shows and movies but he's been branching into internet media!

"Alright! Dis what we gone do kay! You listening Mr Screenwriter!" As he looks over to the screenwriters and hiring manager. "We is gunna get some big ass mofos in dis here place. I'm talk'n bout some buff, muscular, strong abled men. Make sure these mofo know how to fight n shit! Like they legit fighters yo. Like a boxer. A soldier. A warrior. A killer. You know. All sorts of shit man! Then we let them fight it out! Like we gunna make the brawl and shit! And we gone have a segment where they fight wid guns and katanas adn shit man! Then we gone live broadcast that shit! Damn!" He claps his hands loudly once, saying with great enthusiasm! "I'm talk'n bout big bucks here man! Dis what the people came to see! People wanna see men beat the shit out of each other!!" Rylex turns to Mr. TV with a giant grin on his face. "Mr. TV, you put yo trust in Rylex, and he won't let you down brother. Besides, I heard you is looking to branch out into the net. People love a bloody fight!" And gave him a thumbs up!

Rylex is a soldier. 

"This again?" Shodo asks. "They transferred me out of my old squad because I wasn't strong enough. Maybe I've changed a bit, though."

She makes for a damn good sniper, but she still isn't the strongest octoling alive. She can take a few more hits than she could in the past, and she is a master with her charger.

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Congrats, you're now an esteemed scientist who effectively brainwashes people!

Matcha gazed around in his office, tapping his fingers against his desk. He let out an exhale as he reached over to his coat and pulled it onto him. He was dreading this moment ever since he woke up.

"Just do it. It's okay," Matcha mandated to himself as he pushed open the door. He had a smile plastered on his face, it almost felt unnerving in his opinion.

"Good afternoon, sir! I understand, you're a tad bit nervous about this procedure. I'll assure you that you will be okay. This won't hurt a bit."

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It's barista time

 Hina stands there gripping the handle of a peaceful cafe "oh dear I hope the customers like me! oh I hope I dont mess up their order! oh the loud noises of the machines make me jump. Will I be fast enough. What if my coffee tastes bad." she mutters to herself and curls up into a ball "The human customers wont even be able to see me! Maybe I can do it in fox form? but i need thumbs to hold cups... I cant do this I need to go back to my plants oh my what if someone tramples them or they get over watered, what if a customer needs help!" she scampers back into the forest.

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Hina is a botanist!

McTavish hopped up on the step-stool, watering can clenched in his jaws.  Carefully, he tilted his head, sprinkling water on the rows and rows of plants he'd been asked to keep an eye on.  Setting down the can, he sighed.

"I've got no thumbs, let alone a green one.  I hope I can keep these little buggers alive for data," he muttered, jumping back down to find a box of supplement powder.  

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McTavish runs a prosthetics/biotechnology research lab!

Upon learning that he was the newly appointed head of a prosthetic research lab, Blake was just totally confused and bewildered. When he received the news, his response was, "H-Huh? What? How?! This isn't my concentration! I haven't even participated in research in decades! Aren't there more qualified people for this?! I- I-"

After a while, he calmed down a bit, but still deeply mulled over how to approach this job. He thought to himself, Alright, well, I need to contact whoever put me in this position ASAP, and until they can find a suitable replacement, I'll try to keep the lab running as smoothly as possible... Let's see, I suppose prosthetic development's in the same neighborhood as engineering...? So, uhh, maybe I'm not going in completely blind? But, biotechnological engineering is nothing like aeronautical engineering... Ugh, how in the world am I going to accomplish this...?

Blake is a commercial pilot, more specifically a Captain!

To say Alumina was excited would be a massive understatement, having her biggest dream come true, even if it was just for this one flight, had her almost bouncing up and down in her seat, but she held it in and tried to remember what Titanium had taught her as she made her pre-flight checks.

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2 hours later, as the plane touched down, Aluminum finally relaxed after having spent all that time worrying that something would go wrong, even though she knew the chances of that were extremely low. "How on earth does Titanium do this day after day?" she thought to herself, resolving to just stick to her private plane from now on, at least until she learned how to be less nervous.

Aluminum works in an electronics store.

Tahlia looks at the tools on the table in front of her. Her boss is standing next to her expectedly. Why did I take this job again? She thinks for a bit. Right, I need to get that device. so it's a means to an end Tahlia. It's just for one day. Tahlia grabs a number of tools and concentrates. She sees the objects that she will have to repair. although poorly. But what if ... Tahlia rattles of a number of options in her mind. Eventually she manages to find a route that allows her to repair the device and get praised. good enough.

Tahlia starts working on the object in front of her and immediately cuts herself on some sharp edge. She pulls back and looks at her delicate fingers. one of which now has a cut that slowly starts bleeding. this wasn't the plan! um ... While Tahlia wraps her finger in a little bandage, she thinks some more. ok ok, got it! Much more careful this time Tahlia finishes her device and hands it to her boss. 

"Will this suffice, sir?" 

Without waiting for a answer, she turns back to the table and gets to work on the next one. Tahlia might not be all that skilled in handywork, but she'll get the job done.

Tahlia is a talkshow host, beloved celebrity, and an occasional model
take tour pick ^_^

Katu didn't show it on the outside, but internally he was kicking himself for signing up for something like this on a whim. He needed extra money, which is the only reason he ever signed up for a quick stint as a model for some independent photographer, but it didn't necessarily register in his brain until then that he was going to have photos taken of him. Lots of photos. And he was sure none of them would be any good; after all, he didn't think he was necessarily...photogenic. He was surprised he had actually gotten accepted for this job in the first place; maybe they pitied him and brought him in as some sort of joke.

He didn't let himself dwell on it any further. He shook his head to clear his mind, and entered the building.

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A few hours later, Katu walked out of the building tired but satisfied, with a decent sized stack of cash in his hand. The photographer wasn't so bad to work with; they found his "deadpan expression" quite alluring, and didn't make him do any ridiculous poses. The session wasn't even as long as he thought it would be, as it had ended about half an hour earlier than expected because the photographer said Katu had provided them with the perfect shots they needed. "You're a natural," they said. "Please, call me anytime you're up for another gig, and you can bet I'll pay you just as well."

Katu had nodded without a word, but he would keep that in mind; if modeling was always that easy, he would definitely do it if it meant quick and easy cash.

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Katu's main job is probably not appropriate for the thread, but as side gigs he has worked at any and every fast food chain you can think of. McDonalds, Burger King, Starbucks, Subway...if you can imagine it, he's worked there, so take your pick!!

"... Is my refrigerator running? I'm not sure. I think so... Catch it? How do I--" En blinked as the person on the other end hung up. These phone calls were very strange, not a single one made sense! Although maybe that was how it usually went for the dead? Clayton never really talked about what the dead were like, though there was never anything notable for him to bring up. Unless he considered it normal?
The king scratched his head and looked down at the document he was expected to fill out. Under the complaints section, he wrote, "Refrigerator is running" just as another call came.
"Ah, hello?" he answered. "... Prince who?"

KING FOR A DAY KING FOR A DAY
(but your kingdom's pretty mean)