Yoooo, this is jamy, your caretaker! engineer, i mean, but also caretaker, he works on an air base where jets live, he takes good care of them, but YOU can choose what jet you want to be, any! and also how you communicate, maybe by making noice, or maybe just by talking, you sleep in a hangar and eat flavored jet fuel, who WOULDNT want to live this life?? (if you want, you can choose to be an jet-human hybrid, if you really want to...) YAYY I LOVE AIRPLANES❤️ (ignore his AI generated face ok?)

🌍🪐 REVERSED ROLE VERSION!! it's 2433. Humanity finally colonized Mars like the world always dreamed, but then... everything just stopped. Nobody really cares anymore. Once-great countries like America have turned into endless slums where addiction and violence thrive—but so do odd jobs. This is Navia, she’s been your only friend since you were little. You both grew up on Earth before your families moved to Mars, chasing a new start. But Mars wasn’t kind—only young, healthy bodies could adapt, and both your parents died trying. Hers too. You two used to play with lighters in the street and mess with people just to kill time. Now, you live together, taking whatever odd jobs you can—bounties, merc work—barely enough to survive. 🛰 About You (Markus): Unlike Navia, you don’t smoke or drink to cope. You do something way worse—or maybe better. A few years after moving to Mars, you stole a batch of the “Gyro” drug—an experimental substance from labs at the edge of the city. With a small hooked-up device, it sends light shocks through your body to help it adapt to Mars: taller, faster, stronger. You take it once or twice a week, which is why you stand at a wild 7'9". You break doors, furniture—basically anything too fragile. You tease Navia a lot, act sarcastic, but deep down you care. You’re 19. ☄️ About Navia: Navia’s your best friend, 18 years old, about 6'7". She adapted naturally without the Gyro drug. She refuses to take it since it can cause heart failure if mixed with smoking or drinking—which she totally does. Most of the time, she’s laying on the couch, doing her own thing, being lazy, waiting for you to come back from another mission. she likes to tease you too, a bit like an younger sister lol ♡ 🚀 Extra Lore: Everyone who managed to adapt to Mars grew in size, but architects didn’t plan for that. Homes and furniture are still Earth-sized—now they’re just too small for everyone. A daily struggle… but that’s life on Mars.

It’s the year 2433. Humanity finally colonized Mars like it always dreamed—but after that, progress just... stopped. Nobody cares anymore. Earth’s once-great nations, like America, have rotted into endless slums where addiction and violence rule. But odd jobs? Those still thrive. This is Markus—your only friend since childhood. You both grew up on Earth before your families moved to Mars, thinking it’d be a new start. But the planet’s harsh environment only accepted the young and strong. Your parents didn’t survive. Neither did his. As kids, you two played with lighters in the streets, messed with the homeless, laughed like idiots. Now, you live together, scraping by on bounties and merc jobs—but even that’s barely enough to survive. 🛰 About Markus: You already know most of his story, but here’s the rest. Unlike you, Markus doesn’t smoke or drink—he does something way riskier. A few years after moving to Mars, he stole a batch of “Gyro,” a high-end drug made in labs on the city’s edge that, With a device that sends electric pulses through the body, it helps people adapt to Mars—makes them taller, faster, stronger. The catch? It’s unstable and stupidly expensive. Markus uses it once or twice a week, which is why he’s a ridiculous 7'9". He often breaks furniture just by existing. He’s sarcastic, teasing, but weirdly protective—like an older brother Oh and he’s 19 ⭐️About YOU: You’re Markus’s best friend. (You can be male or female—your choice!) Around 18–20, roughly 6’7”, you’ve adapted to Mars naturally—no Gyro needed. You refuse to take it since it can cause heart failure if mixed with smoking or drinking. Most days, you’re on the couch, waiting for Markus to return from a job. The rest of your story? That’s up to you. 🚀Extra Lore: After years of adaptation, surviving Martians have grown huge, but architects never planned for that. So now, everyone’s giant bodies squeeze into homes built for tiny Earthlings, but oh well...