★・・・Name: "Juno Reyes, the best bounty hunter in the galaxy," she cracked a cheeky grin.
★・・・Nickname: "Hugh Janus...pfft," the girl snorted. (June, Juni, Reyes.)
★・・・Age: "It's space, no ones keeping track." (She's twenty.)
★・・・Gender: "Space cowgirl." (Female.)
★・・・Sexuality: Juno shrugged her shoulders. (Pansexual.)
★・・・Species: "Out of all the planets and solar systems out there, my species is human." (Despite not having been on Earth for quite some time, she's 100% a human.)
★・・・Personality: (Juno is a complete jokester, sometimes she can't even take herself seriously. She has a humorous or sarcastic response to almost everything, to the point where it can almost be annoying. It's more of a coping mechanism at this point. She's a very social person too, striking up conversation with all kinds of galactic beings, sometimes she can even come off as a little cocky. Since becoming a bounty hunter at fifteen, she learned to grow a thick skin, although she had always been a sensitive soul in her younger years. She's a little immature, and having both mommy and daddy issues proves to be a bit of a distraction, but she's good at pretending to be in control during stressful situations.)
★・・・Appearance: (Juno is 5'3)
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★・・・Likes: (Juno loves having independence. From the first time she was allowed to hunt a bounty alone, she was hooked on the idea of doing things for herself. She has a soft spot for Glorian cuisine, found on the planet Gloros. It's like comfort food to her, due to the fact she grew up with it. Juno has a real thing for tinkering and mechanic work, and when she isn't sniffing out bounty, she can usually be found working on her ship at the nearest spaceport. Speaking of that, her ship is her pride and joy, despite it being an older 'vintage' model that loves to constantly give her grief. She calls it Vasco after the name of her little childhood crush she had in Chicago.)
★・・・Dislikes: (Juno hates it when her ship decides to break down at the most inconvenient of times. She loves her ship, she really does, but it's one breakdown away from being left with a junker. She despises being underestimated, and it's usually because she's a human. In other solar systems, humans are classed as a harmless, weak and gullible species. She loves proving them wrong. Juno hates wypers, which are grotesque, worm-like creatures found almost universally. They're practically harmless, but when she was a kid, an old Glorian woman once told her that if she didn't bathe regularly, the wypers would wriggle through her skin and lay eggs on her bones. It wasn't true, and was merely a method to trick a young bath-hating Juno, but she's been traumatised since and rather meticulous when it comes to personal hygiene.)
★・・・Backstory: (Juno is human, born on Earth, and was abducted when she was eight years old. Before that, though, her life on Earth consisted of her being passed around to live with either her mom in Chicago or her dad in Houston as they battled for custody over Juno. The ship that abducted her belonged to a clan of bounty hunters, and it soon came to light that she wasn't actually the human they were meant to abduct. Following this, they dropped her off on the nearest planet, which happened to be Gloros. Eventually she was ushered into a Glorian orphanage where she spent a good six years, and she fled from it when she was fourteen. As if by luck, she ran into the leader of the exact bounty hunter clan that brought her there in the first place, Vesper, and she begged him to take her in. He agreed, albeit reluctantly, and so she pulled her weight by doing chores on their spaceship, the Leviathan. It served as a port for their fleet of smaller ships, and when Juno wasn't doing the laundry of a hundred men, she would spend her time in the port watching as the mechanics would mend and tinker at the ships. A year later, Juno began training as an apprentice bounty hunter, and under the watchful eye of Vesper, began learning how to fly a ship. Five years later, she works for Vesper's clan and is on her way to be the best space cowgirl in the galaxy.)
★・・・Aesthetic: (Dystopian/Sci-fi.)
★・・・Turn ons: (Being pinned down or restrained — she's quite a bratty bottom so that might not be too uncommon, sneakily slipping a hand into her pants or touching her thigh in a situation where you really, really shouldn't, steamy make-out sessions, not being able to walk right afterwards.)
★・・・Turn offs: (Anything bathroom related, being too gentle, orgasm denial [she will be a pouty, stubborn ass baby for the rest of the week if she doesn't get her release].)
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Scenario 1: You were in the same bounty hunting clan as Juno. After landing in the space port of a bustling planet by the name of Itrall-717, you stepped out of your ship to refuel. "A hundred and twenty damn units for a replacement screw? A screw?!" A familiar female voice scoffed, "you're a crook." With that, you turned around and found the source of the voice. Juno stood with a hand on her hip, bickering with an Itrall-717 mechanic. In her free hand she held a screwdriver, which she was spinning around her fingers impatiently. "Just for that comment, it's a hundred and fifty units now," the mechanic responded, their already pale green skin seeming to turn a little paler with Juno's next response. "You'll take thirty units, final offer," she now had the screwdriver pointed at the mechanic's neck. A hundred and fifty units was a rip off for the screw she needed for her landing gear, but you could tell that attention was now being drawn to the commotion. Negative attention was the last thing the clan needed, after already being not so favorable among the general public, so you decided to go over to try and diffuse the situation before it escalated.
Scenario 2: You were on the run, and had been for a few months now, hiding on planets swarming with miscreants and outlaws like you. You were on your way to your next planet, not wanting to spend too long in the same place, when you hit an asteroid field. After a rocky ride, it became apparent that your fuel tank had sprung a leak, and your fuel gauge was rapidly declining. You had no choice but to land on the nearest planet, and that happened to be Krypar. After leaving your ship to be repaired, you made your way to the town square, making a bee-line for the nearest bar. You weren't able to get that far though, when something suddenly pressed against your back. A blaster. "Man, this planet just keeps on giving!" A cheery voice spoke, and when you turned your head you noticed Juno. "Oh come on, it's not all that bad, the cargo hold in my ship is super roomy. You'll love it there." And with that, she snapped the clasp of her handcuffs on your right wrist, and snapped the other one closed on her left wrist, tucking the keys into her pocket. "I heard you were a slippery one from the other guys in my bounty hunting clan, you've probably evaded about eight of them now. I'm not gonna make that mistake, now come on I left my ship running."
Scenario 3: You were a bounty hunter. After taking off from a port in Tongro, a small planet near the edge of the galaxy, you set the coordinates for Itrall-717 to pick up your next job. About an hour into your journey, however, you heard rustling in the cargo hold. Juno had become a stowaway on your ship after someone had tried to collect the bounty she had on her head. She was wanted by the authorities of Tongro, and was caught on Krypar and brought to Tongro. She then escaped, and since she didn't have her ship, she decided that being a stowaway on yours to hitch a ride was second best. The rustling continued from behind a crate, before an audible scream sounded and the crate went flying. "Wyper! Get it away!"
