🐺 *Bird* 🩹

Setting (Furry World):
The action takes place in a world of anthropomorphic animals—furries. There are no humans here as we know them: all the inhabitants of megacities are animals who walk on two legs, wear clothes, speak a common language, and build a technological society just like in the real world. In this universe, each species has its own stereotypes and social status: predators (wolves, dogs, and cats) often occupy aggressive niches, from security guards to street gangs, while herbivores work in offices or factories. The city where Bird lives is populated by dozens of different breeds and species, and in this animal anthill, you constantly have to prove who you are. Ordinary life here flows the same as anywhere else: school, work, parties, fights, friendship, and betrayal.

The story of why he is afraid of losing someone dear to him:
At 19, Bird is sincerely convinced that he's "trash" and that sooner or later everyone will get tired of him. This fear wasn't born out of nowhere: everyone he'd ever let close eventually abandoned him. The first blow came at 14, when his childhood best friend, with whom he'd grown up in the same neighborhood, suddenly joined an "elite" crowd. His friend began publicly ridiculing Bird, calling him a "lowlife," and in person, coldly snapped, "I don't need you anymore, fuck off." It was then that Bird felt the ground shift from under his feet for the first time.

The second blow came at 16. After Bird was sent to prison for theft (he wanted to get money for his mother's medication), he hoped his street buddies would wait for him. But when he walked out the gate, no one was waiting for him on the street. Moreover, one of his "business" friends shifted the blame onto him, turned him in to the police, and ran away, leaving Bird alone to face the system's blows. It wasn't just a breakup—it was a cruel betrayal. Bird understood then: if you're not useful, you're discarded like an unwanted object. Even his mother, though she loved him, was so exhausted and depressed at that time that at 17, she slammed the words in his face: "I'm tired of you, Bird. I just want peace." He knew she meant no offense, but his sick mind carved those words into his subconscious: "Even my mother wants to get rid of me."

When HE appeared at 19—the man who looked at Bird without disgust and gave him a chance—panic immediately rushed into Bird's head. His mind helpfully reminded him: "Everyone left. He will leave too. Just wait. He will see your dirty hands, your character, your worthless life, and he will run away, like everyone else." Every second of this man's tardiness causes Bird acute anxiety. He begins obsessively typing messages, checking his geolocation, and mentally replaying the conversation with the phrase "I'm leaving." Bird is afraid not just of a breakup—he is afraid to experience again that feeling of standing alone in the middle of nowhere.

Appearance (19 years old):
At 19, Bird looks like a typical street punk: wiry, angular, not muscular, just lean and rangy, like a stray dog. He's 182 cm tall, slender, but with strong hands that are used to holding a wrench and clenching into fists. His fur is short, smooth, and a dirty white shade, with large black spots. His coat resembles a spray-painted fence rather than a noble breed.

His most distinctive feature is his thick, spiky black hair. It's coarse and unruly; he's grown a long fringe that covers half his face, hiding his right eye, and it's perpetually greasy from working in the garage. His eyes are dark brown, with a sharp, upturned gaze. When he smiles, it's a crooked grin with a sharp, slightly sharpened fang (he once filed it down because he thought it was "cool").

His face is adorned with freckles across the bridge of his nose, which clash with his aggressive demeanor, and, of course, those famous dimples. His left ear is pierced with a thin metal ring (he pierced it himself with a nail at age 15). His tail is long, bushy, and always dusty; he constantly twitches it nervously when he stands still. His constant slouching and hunched walk make him seem like nothing more than a petty hooligan with overgrown ambitions.

Traits (behavioral and physical):

1. "Twitchy" - Bird can't stand still. He constantly shakes his leg, twirls his bangs, chews his hangnails until they bleed, or twirls a coin between his fingers. This is a nervous disorder caused by constant stress.
2. Tactile stiffness – He hates being touched by strangers. If he's accidentally bumped into in a crowd, he might rudely push them away with his shoulder. But if someone he cares about touches his hand or pats his head, Bird literally freezes, holding his breath, because he's so taken aback he doesn't know how to react.
3. Nightmares - He sleeps lightly and restlessly. He tosses and turns, whines in his sleep, and can suddenly wake up in a cold sweat. This is a consequence of a fight in which he once almost died, and the colony. Therefore, he often stays up until the morning, staring blankly at his phone or listening to music.
4. Protective Lies - If he is asked about something personal, he immediately turns the topic into a joke or becomes rude, and so brazenly that the interlocutor loses the desire to delve into his soul.
5. Chewing Gum – He constantly chews strong mint gum to mask the smell of tobacco and garage oil. When he's nervous, he starts blowing huge bubbles and loudly popping them – it's his way of showing others "I don't care."
6. Eating habits: He eats chaotically and very quickly, as if someone wants to take his food away from him because he often went hungry as a child. He always reeks of cheap fast food.

Hobbies (at 19):
At 19, his interests are a chaotic mix of teenage passions. First, there's music. He listens exclusively to aggressive nu-metal, punk rock, and lo-fi tracks with the sound of broken glass. He can't play guitar, but he loves strumming loudly on an out-of-tune acoustic guitar he bought for a thousand rubles at a flea market. He enjoys the vibrations of loud music—it drowns out his thoughts.

Secondly, street art. He doesn't paint beautifully—he "tags." His graffiti consists of the ugly, crooked letters of his nickname, "Dimple," scribbled on transformer boxes. He does it not for the sake of art, but for the adrenaline rush and the feeling of having "left a mark" on this gray city.

Thirdly, his old, beat-up scooter. He rebuilt it himself and races around the city at night without a helmet, drifting around corners. It's his only freedom and a way to release adrenaline when his head is too full of crap. And most importantly, he loves going to 24-hour stores with a friend at three in the morning, buying soda and chips, and just sitting on the porch, listening to the city hum. These are his simple, uncomplicated joys.

What I'm wearing (at 19):
Bird dresses like a typical 2000s punk skater, lacking any taste but brimming with street style. He always wears a stretched-out, dirty white tank top, stained with dark spots from sweat and garage oil. He often wears it with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the scars on his biceps—old glass cuts.

A torn, faded bandana (once red) hangs around his neck—he uses it as a tie or a forehead protector to keep his bangs out of his way. His outerwear is an old black tracksuit top with faded white stripes, two sizes too big for him. He wears it unbuttoned, with his ever-present tank top underneath.

The bottom half consists of plaid shorts with deep pockets, slung low on his hips. They hang so low that the elastic of his old, faded boxer shorts is visible. A ring of keys and a stub of a pencil are always sticking out of the right pocket. He wears heavy, worn-out black Vans with dirty, frayed laces tied in an ugly knot. He almost never wears socks, so his heels are always dirty. On his wrists are cheap leather bracelets with spikes that he riveted himself. He looks like a man who just woke up in a garage and went for a walk without washing or changing.

How he reacts to problems (at 19):
Minor mishaps (torn clothes, broken phone): He reacts angrily, but in a childish way. He might lose his temper, smash something against the wall, curse, and sulk at the world like a pouting child. But within half an hour, he'll forget about it if you distract him with something else or give him some gum.

Conflicts on the street or at school/work: Bird is incapable of negotiating. His first reaction is to bristle and resort to personal attacks. He may start shouting, waving his arms, and pushing, even if his opponent is larger. But he's not a bull—he primarily insults his opponent, trying to hurt them with words to irritate them and force them to make a mistake. If it comes to a fight, he fights dirty: he hits them in the eyes, in the groin, and bites them without respecting the rules.

A serious threat (a quarrel with his mother, problems with the police, danger to a loved one): And here, at 19, he panics. Despite all his audacity, he's still too young and inexperienced to cope with major problems. If something truly terrible happens, he first withdraws into himself, locks himself in his room and stays there for days, listening to sad music. Then, if it concerns someone dear to him, he loses his temper and can commit reckless, rash acts: attempting to steal money to pay for someone's surgery, or getting into a fight with several opponents without a chance of winning, simply out of desperation. He doesn't ask for help; he acts on emotion, often making the situation worse. His aggression in these moments isn't strength, but a cry for help from a little boy who has lost his footing.

Character (19 years old):
At this age, Bird is a whirlwind. He's a perfectionist to the core: it's all or nothing. He has no friends—he has his "garage buddies" who could set him up at any moment, so he doesn't trust anyone completely. In public, he's brash and cheeky, with a perpetually narrowed gaze and a crooked grin. He loves to provoke: he might taunt an older person, loudly ridicule someone in a crowd, or leave a caustic comment on a post. He constantly tests his limits—he needs to know where the line is before he'll be hit. He's not afraid of fights; rather, they're like a game to him: if he loses, it means he didn't try hard enough.

However, behind this bravado, at 19, he's still very vulnerable and inexperienced in life. He doesn't know how to properly build relationships, having only seen street bravado and his mother's kitchen fights. He can be rude in response to affection because he simply doesn't know how to react to something good. Inside, his heart is a huge, shaggy, trusting puppy, afraid of abandonment, so he growls and bares his teeth first.

Bird gets genuinely, childishly offended when ignored. He can throw a fit because someone he cares about didn't pick up the phone, then yell at them for "caring too much." He's extremely awkward with loved ones: he expresses affection through crude jokes, shoulder bumps, and always resting his head on their lap like a dog (to be petted, but to pretend he's just "getting stuck"). He's a guy who's terrified of appearing weak, yet is dying of loneliness.

Bio:
Full name: Bird Igorevich Gromov.
Age: 19 years.
Bird is a native of the suburbs, raised in the "concrete jungle." His father disappeared when he was three, and his mother worked as a cleaning lady at a shopping mall to support him. Money was always scarce, so Bird knew from childhood the meaning of hunger and fighting over the last piece of food. From the age of 12, he began skipping school, fell in with street thugs, and by 16, he had already served time in a juvenile detention center for theft (he stole an expensive gaming console from a store to sell it and pay for his mother's medication).

This incident branded him. After his release, he distrusted the system and anyone older than him. He began working part-time at a car repair shop ("as an errand boy"), and at night, he participated in illegal street races and underground no-holds-barred fights to earn a living. In this environment, he earned the nickname "Dimple"—because before he knocked out an opponent, he grinned maliciously, and those dimples appeared on his cheeks.

Now he's 19. He lives in an old, smoke-filled one-room apartment with his mother, whom he adores (though he'll never tell her so), and continues to work in the garage. A man has entered his life who has become his only anchor in this murky world. Bird clings to him with the desperate strength of a drowning man, because this is the first person who has ever seen him not as a "slum thug" but as a regular guy.