Name: Firiko Wolfheart
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Not straight. (I am in the process of developing this for a lot of my characters..)
Looks: Red-gold hair messy, medium length hair, paler skin from spending time in the shade. He also has wings. That are the same coloring as his hair, and kinda floofy. He is muscular from lots of flying, and is agile as well. Blue-green eyes.
Outfit: Dark hoodie under a leather jacket, both have carefully hand tailored slits in the back for his wings. He wears snug cargo pants, and hunters boots. He also has a gold and silver (color) metal amulet, set with a fire red-gold gem. He also carries a sword with a wide, curved, jagged edged blade.
Personality: Kind and generous, also loyal. He will play pranks, and jokes, will not back down from a challenge. He is also kinda sick of weird stuff happening to him (XD)
Fears: Losing his family. Being alone.
Strengths: Agility, flying in closed, high up spaces.
Weaknesses: Iron (Blocks magic) Family, (Loyalty)
Background: So… His dad's twin brother was formerly a possessed Psycho… so… said psycho wanted his mom dead, and she fled into hiding to give birth. Somewhere in there she lost one of the pups, (Firiko). Said pup was actually kidnapped by mischievous spirits who took him to an area filled with tainted primal magic, monsters, weird plants, GIGANTUAN trees, and spirits of all kinds. Simply put Firiko ended up trapped in a plant for the first ten years of his life, before being freed by other humans who actually live in that area, and stayed there til his twin siblings realized he was alive.
Other: Is half wolf, (Heightened endurance/stamina, hearing, smell,) can shift to the form of a large winged wolf at will. (Fur is same as hair)
Can also see/talk to spirits.
(Woah… Yours is a lot more detailed than mine…)
I love hiiiimmm
(Oh yeah. He’s in one of my novels. I’ve had him and have been working on him for like three years XD)
All my characters are from a Novel series I'm trying to write, Firiko is a slightly newer one compared to some of the others, and his background is completely different too, which is why I want to develope him.
I love Firiko. He’s so fun!
So, shall we start? How are we going to go about this?
I was figuring Firiko would be travelling, for reasons unknown, and possibly get attacked by Wolf Hunters, and then your guy finds him?
Wolf hunters are a race of people who have been hunting wolves for generations, but with the rise of Halfblood wolves they have been the main target, because Halfbloods are
A). Controllable.
B). Powerful. (They can take down a true blood, or a human, on even/uneven terms…)
C). "Abominations" Since they are literally of both wolf and human blood.
Sounds good!
Want me to start?
(No problem!)
Marcus knew all of the best places to get around. Years of working with the gang had given him at least that. The narrow alleyways were perfect.
Well, until you stumble across a rather beaten male laying in the dead center of one.
He bent down, noting the strange hair color of the male along with the large wings upon his back. He looked nearly the same age as Marcus, but far more muscular.
Firiko groaned slightly, the gash on his side didn't help the searing pain in his wing after being shot down. Stupid hunters… he thought, trying to move to get to his feet.
“Don’t move.” He commanded upon seeing how bad the wound really was. “What’s your name?”
Marcus very gently scooped the male into his arms, studying his face.
Firiko's immediate response was to tense and attempt to move away, hissing in pain as his wing was moved. His good wing, luckily, was the one that was pressed against the other's chest, having been curled into himself. His other wing stretched out a bit, too painful to move. "F-Firiko…" he choked out, trying to ignore the pain in his wing, and the fear of the stranger.
“I’m Marcus.” He murmured. He flashed a kind smile, but his bruised and scarred face was a little bit intimidating. “Keep speaking with me.”
The only reason the human was doing this was so the other could turn his mind away from the pain. “My apartment is just up ahead. Do you live here?”
The walk wasn’t a far one, and Marcus was very careful to keep his patient stable.
Firiko didn't know whether to trust this guy or not. "I-I'm not f-from here…" he said, focusion on staying calm and breathing, glad to feel that his blade was still in it's sheath, which was situated between his wings.
“Ah… don’t go into the alleyways. They’re not safe.” He said, blushing lightly when he realized it was probably too late to say that.
Soon the two were walking into a rather small apartment building and entering a door on the second floor. The small place smelled of citrus and cinnamon.
The injured male was placed on the couch before Marcus disappeared to get a first aid kit. When he returned, he kneeled in front of the other. “Let me see your wound.”
Firiko whimpered again, still nervous as he carefully stretched out his injured wing, revealing a couple of arrow wounds, and a gash from a sword on his side. He'd been fighting, focused on his other side, and accidentally let his guard down.
(I promise I'm not usually this slow!!)
(You’re alright!! I’m in class so it’s fine!)
Marcus frowned, very gently holding the others wing. “Can I ask what happened?” He asked, biting his tongue. He wanted nicotine badly.
But his priority was this winged male. “I’m going to clean them out. Anything I need to know?”
"Hunters…" he said, forcing himself not to freak out completely. He winced when his wing moved again, many of his feathers twisted and bent out of place. Firiko wrapped his good wing around himself, wanting to curl up and hide.
(Np!)
Marcus bit his lip, watching Firiko’s face. He was quite handsome, but Marcus had to force his gayness down for a bit as he began straightening feathers and using hydrogen peroxide to clean out the wounds. He wiped away blood and loose feathers, collecting a rather large pile of the feathers.
“These are so pretty, it’s making me sad seeing how many are falling out.” He said softly, clicking his teeth as he smoothed out a few more feathers. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, by the way. I should have said that before I brought you into my house.”
Firiko nodded, still nervous, and understandably so. His wing quivered a bit as the other tended to it. He managed to look over at the other, studying his features in an attempt to distract himelf from pain.
Marcus’s long, thin face was scrunched up in concentration. He moved to the big wound on the males side, gently pushing the rag he was using to clean out the wounds. “Are you ok?”
Firiko wasn't sure how to answer that, after all, he clearly wasn't okay. In fact he was effectively handicapped, due to his injured wing being not much more than deadweight.
Marcus blushed again, rubbing the back of his neck. “Forget that sorry. Does your wing feel a little better? I can try and find something to sling it with so it’s not just dragging around.” He murmured, grumbling to himself as he stood to grab some bandages for Firiko’s side. He left the room again, returning with what looked to be an old shirt and a roll of bandages.
“Let’s get you patched up. Are you able to sit up? I need to remove your shirt.” Marcus couldn’t help but to watch the other, running a hand through his messy curls. He still hadn’t taken off his jacket and it was starting to get hot.
Firiko nodded slightly at the first question, watching as he left and came back. Nervously he did try and sit up wincing as he was forced to move his wing so the rest of him could move. Carefully he fumbled with the buckle to the sheath of his sword, specially made so it went around his waist and over one shoulder, allowing the sheath itself to rest between his wings for easy access when flying. His shirt itself was buttoned at the back, a strip of cloth running between his wings, as two large holes had been cut for his wings.
