JAVIER RODRIGUEZ is a 57 year old PANSEXUAL, CISMALE, HE/HIM, here in Firebrand City. People say they look a lot like MANNY MONTANA. They are PROTECTIVE but can be HEADSTRONG. They are a WEREWOLF TRAITOR in Firebrand and they work as a CLEANER AT THE BLACK DAHLIA TATTOO STUDIO.
Javier was an orphan, and doesn’t remember his biological parents at all. His earliest memories are of fending for himself, to a degree, amongst the other children like him in the pack’s group home.
He was 9 when he was adopted by a couple uncertain about having biological children of their own. It took them time to truly gain his trust but once they had it, they had his loyalty too.
When he was 14, he overheard the screaming that eventually lead him to Jason – utterly fearless despite his youth in dragging the werecat’s brother along and demanding to know where the younger boy was before skilfully climbing to retrieve him, and ignoring the bickering family in order to make sure Jason was safe.
Over the next 11 years, he sucked up as much knowledge as he could, and tried to impart every bit of it on the younger werecat. They were close. At first it was just protectiveness. It wasn’t until Jason was 18 that Javier realised he felt the stirrings of something more, and even then it took until the werecat’s 20th birthday for him to finally decide it was now or never – he had to make the move.
For close to thirty years things were – not perfect exactly – but they were good. Javier was clumsy about letting his walls down but loved Jason and tried to show it. He was definitely rougher than the werecat, their styles not exactly the perfect match but the superficial things didn’t matter much.
There was the war of course, in which both he and Jason fought. Each excelling – a complementary force – which made people higher up the chain sit up and pay attention.
He hadn’t really thought he’d ever get married. It had always seemed a little... human. But as far as things went, the werewolf figured some of the other traditional things weren’t quite going to fit when one of them was cat and the other was wolf. Marriage didn’t sound so bad. So he picked out a ring he knew Jason would like, and proposed.
It wasn’t big, or ostentatious, and fuck he was nervous as all hell – but it paid off.
Then came the call, that same night. Javier slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Jason up. The person on the other end made a job offer, of sorts. Undercover work – rumours of a pack working with a rebel group and they wanted him to infiltrate it. That’s what happens when you get noticed.
Javi tried to decline, but whether it was true or not, the person on the other end said they were all too happy to offer the job to Jason if he didn’t accept. Turning back to look at his sleeping lover, he decided he would have to take the offer. He wouldn’t let Jason be sucked into such a thing.
The catch was he had to leave immediately. Without a word. He couldn’t tell Jason, he couldn’t tell his parents – he couldn’t say a thing to anyone.
So that’s what he did. Javier left everything behind in order to protect the one he loved. Until now.
For the last 5 years, Javier has been supposed to be infiltrating various rebel groups and feeding the information back to the city.
Except about 2 years ago, the information dried up. Javier just stopped sending information about any of the groups he’d been running with and it was assumed he had been found out and killed.
Until a description of him by one of the rebels from the attack reached council ears and they realised Javi was alive and well. And not a prisoner.
He’d been indoctrinated.
So they set out to find him, and bring him home. Even if it was in a collar.
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(Image credit to @jasonrafe <3)
