HUMAN
Name: Firah Ohrn (F-eye-rah Oar-n)
Nickname: Rah
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Born: AL September 18, 85
Patrol: New Eve
Rank: Private
Appearence:
Height: 5'9
Frame: Slender, but well trained and trimmed with muscle. Tan.
Hair: Medium brown
Eye: Brown with a tint of orange to them, nothing spetacular unless studied close up
Scars: One across his left calf, Four inches. One along his right bicep, Two inches.
Personality: Firah is outwardly a quiet and withdrawn man, with a penchant for spending his time alone reading or studying. On first, second and even third meetings, he is very polite, using formality and manners as a distancing technique to keep everyone at arm's length. He is perfectly willing to talk, although he is extremely soft-spoken. He always meets the eyes of whoever he is speaking to; at times this constant eye contact can be intimidating to some people. He addresses everyone by their Titles (if they have one), though he normally doesn't start a conversation.
Firah has a talent for fading into the background much of the time. He is good at remaining quiet, enough that people often forget he is even present. He does not form attachments easily and never talks about his feelings if he can help it; his real emotions rarely breach the surface if he can help it. He is a secretive being, keeping his thoughts under lock and key, but his loyalty oddly lies with his Captain. Although he might not agree or even like Damien and Annabel, they are still his leaders and someone to listen to.
Nevertheless, there is no doubt that Firah is an intelligent individual. He possesses an unusual talent for learning and picks up tricks and skills by watching them be performed. He possesses an eidetic memory, which allows him to duplicate things he's seen done, though like everyone, complicated things do require practice. He also has a vast knowledge of tactics, the subject being his favorite in Recruit lessons; his knowledge of battle strategy is almost frightening, though it is one of the things he will not discuss very often. Firah is a practical individual and most of what he does is for a purpose.
And although he might come off as standoff-ish, Firah is inherently good, the only emotion freely given (when not under the gaze of his superiors) is that of an estranged kindness. He will often help someone out when needed, either outright or subtly... And a smile can be seen just as often as pursed lips.
History: Born to a family of Carpenters, Firah grew up in a house covered in a fine layer of sawdust. Both of his parents expected their son to follow in their footsteps as his father had done before him, so his request to join the Academy came as a surprise. Not wanting to discourage their son from his dream, Firah signed up for the Academy at fourteen. The first year was like nothing he'd ever dreamed of, lessons were hard and the Drill sergeant demanding, but nothing less could be expected from a military instillation. Although his first year at the Academy was spent more over books than building friends, the second year seemed easier to handle. Firah settled into the swing of life under a chain of command, studies and tests flying by with out a second glance.
It was in his fourth year that his Drill sergeant decided he was a worthy candidate for Bonding, showing him and a few others to the cave were a litter of pups had been maturing for the last three months. As Firah stood uneasily in front of the cave, the young man tracked whatever movement he could in the darkness beyond. The first pup came out, closely followed by another. The first one walked the line before choosing a girl off to his left, while the second one walked the line in the opposite direction, passing by him as the third pup exited the cave. /Oh please. I'm far more interesting than my kin./ Despite what he had been taught, Firah was startled by the voice in his head, directing his gaze at the Wolf who had exited the cave close on the heel's of his sister. Although he wouldn't admit it, the new Apprentice found it intimidating to be under the red pupiled gaze of the male adolescent. "I-I'm sorry... um, Firestride?" /The name, it pleases me. Now, about my growling belly.../
From then on, Firah no longer trained alone, but with Firestride. Exiting Private Apprentice as the Male Wolf reached adulthood, the human was promoted to full Private and the Wold promoted to Gamma. Working along side the other Privates and members of New Eve Fort, Firah and Firestride began the rigorous and dangerous work of guarding the City and surrounding farmland from Centipede attack.
WOLF
Name: Firestride
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Pack: New Eve
Rank: Gamma
Appearance: Firestride
Personality: Hard and borderline Indifferent, Firestride is only caring when he wants to be; which isn't very often. Being born into New Eve, the Male was constantly subjected to the group mentality of the other the other wolves, tough love ruled the ranks, endowing him with a very strong fighting spirit. Yet Firestride doesn't care to mettle in the affairs of others, if it isn't about him, it doesn't involve him. He couldn't careless if he's alone or surrounded by others, as long as he holds some standing in the eyes of his leaders, he's perfectly at ease with whatever rolls his way. Sharing the same views as his Human on his Alphas, Firestride follows them purely out of instinct and discipline... and not wanting to be beaten for insubordination.
Firestride also has a more lax, unrefined side that appears in times of peace. Although he might not be considered kind, the male certainly isn't gruff when he's in this mood, taking on an extremely light version of tough love. The only time Firestride is genuinely kind, is around Firah and those he considers close companions, otherwise known as close friends.
History:
Born to a mated Beta pair, Firestride was the second pup of the litter to be born, his white coat easily picked up in the dark of the cave. For three months, the young wolf grew and matured under his mother's watchful gaze, restless to get out into the world. But as he grew, there was a small difference that cropped up between him and his other siblings. His mane was thicker and longer than his kin, even his frocks and tail were longer and thicker.
Three months passed and the young adolescent was ready to get out of the cave, and when the day came to meet the Humanthings his mother talked about, he wanted to be first out of the cave. But his sister beat him to the front of the cave, giving her the chance to exit before him. Pushing her rump out of his way so he could look at the Humans, the young adolescent walked the group of humans in the opposite direction of his sister. She Bonded first, but he was close behind. In the very middle of the group, there was a rather non-descript looking boy, Brown fur and brown eyes... nothing physically standoutish. But his mind was stronger than any other in the group, immediately making his way over to the boy (after having accidentally passed him, the young Wolf stood so his nose was almost touching the boy's chest. /Oh please. I'm far more interesting than my kin./
Watching amused as the boy, Firah, twitched visibly, the Wolf perked his ears as he spoke. "I-I'm sorry... um, Firestride?" /The name, it pleases me. Now, about my growling belly.../
Ever since that day, Firestride trained and grew stronger along side of his Bonded, weaving his way through the adolescent ranks. As soon as he hit adulthood and was accepted as so in his pack, they were finally able to begin fighting the Centipedes with the rest of New Eve.
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