Name: Fyroh Ilqe Gahn
Species: Wolf
House type: Small flat on the second floor; only has a bedroom, livingroom, kitchen and bathroom. Completely the opposite of neat.
Occupation: Paper round in the morning, and works as a clerk in a supermarket in the afternoons. Tends to spend most of the cash on pizza takeaways.
Body type: Somewhat muscular, a skateboarding and freerunning fanatic. Speaks with an English accent.
"Damn it!!" Fyroh cried out as he looked at his watch. He was going to be late for work if he didn't run right now. He jumped out of his sofa, and ran for the door, slipping on a pizza box he'd left there last night, smacking his face on the door, pushing it open. He grumbled, and ran down the stairs, forgetting to lock up; though there was nothing worth stealing in his flat anyway... He locked the outside door though, and noticed his old friend from school, driving his delivery truck. "Hey!! Can I hitch a lift?" Fyroh shouted out. The friend gave a thumbs up, so Fyroh jumped for the door, grabbing onto the handle, and resting his foot on the step into the truck. "Where ya headed?" his friend asked. "Just to the supermarket up the road. I work there." The friend nodded, and Fyroh had to hold on tight to the outside of the truck as he sped up.
As they arrived, the truck driver didn't even stop; Fyroh jumped off and rolled to break his fall. He walked in, endured a yelling from the boss, then moved to his post; the Customer Services desk. He noticed the microphone. It felt so tempting to yell some gibberish for the whole shop to hear, but he avoided doing such; he didn't want to look a fool. He noticed the chair next to him was empty, so he put his feet up on it... quickly getting bored. He sat in his chair and span around several times; then noticed a customer looking at him strangely. "Uh... can I help you, sir?" he asked. The customer walked off; so Fyroh stopped spinning, but put his feet up again. The microphone was so tempting.
He then noticed a bunch of teenagers walking up to him. "Hey, uh..." said one of them. The others were laughing, but trying to hide it. Fyroh rolled his eyes. "What prank do you want to say? I'm bored anyway, I may as well pretend I'm falling for this." Fyroh whispered, knowing they wouldn't ask for anything serious. "My sister is called Amanda Kiss." the teenager whispered. Fyroh frowned. "No, you just want me to look a fool. Well, here goes nothing." he muttered, then picked up the microphone. "Would Amanda Kiss please come to Customer Services, please? I repeat, would Amanda Kiss please come to Customer Services please?" The teenagers were running off laughing, but Fyroh pretended he knew nothing, and continued to spin on his chair.