Fay Silvaris.
This is the first bit.
Fey Silvaris woke up fuming.
Thanks to his job the day before, he'd woken up with a series of painful purple patches along his pale skin. Working the streets these days was risky for anyone in a uniform. Goblins and gnomes seemed to see bullseyes painted on every hard working fairy- hence his aching body. Each bruise stung like hot tar as he rolled onto his side, heavy amber eyes flicking around his modest apartment. His pointed ears twitched at the sound of traffic and chatter outside. Sitting up in his bed with a low groan, the male shuddered and stretched up toward the ceiling. Swinging his legs around he slipped from the warm confines of his bed. Sighing heavily the fairy grumbled and dragged his sleep heavy feet toward the bathroom, cursing eloquently under his breath.
The hot spray of spring water snapped him out of his daze, streaming down his slender, androgynous form. Despite being little under five foot his body gave off a sense of strength and this was only mirrored by his scarred flesh. Sure, he could heal the ugly marks at any time, but what would be the point? Removing his scars would be akin to stripping away memories. Feys spiky purple hair hung down his back in heavy ropes, flattened by the powerful jets of near boiling water that cascaded from the showerhead. Shaking his head and scattering drops of water across the bathroom Fey let out a content sigh- taking great pleasure in the geothermal heated water. This was disrupted by his bruises aching painfully at the memory of incoming fireballs.
Perhaps a little explanation is due.
Yesterday evening he had been on an average patrol, checking the lower levels for gang activity. Unfortunately for him, he'd found it. A rapidly growing gang called the Dragons Talon had been mid-trade with a lesser group, offering a weapons cache for cold, hard credits. That a Fairy from law enforcement had come along was an irritation.
Something they'd tried to remove. At the end of it all Fey sat atop a beaten and broken pile of salamander bodies- his own body burnt in places. When Central Command had arrived, he'd been commended, given a pat on the back and a week off of active duty while his victims recovered in the intensive care unit.
Fey Silvaris was a HunterKiller and even he admitted to liking his job too much. There was a dark thrill about hunting down criminals, especially with the most advanced equipment available. Anything that could disrupt the usual peace of the world was to be halted in a strict and lawful manner. Of course saying this and doing this were two completely different things. For instance, it was all well and good learning protocols from the desk. But being pinned to a wall with fire spitting lizards blowing embers into your face was something entirely different.
Unlike the majority of his species he disliked others, even more than he disliked being forced to live in a subterranean Biodome. Thanks to humans evolving and become more 'advanced' Fairies had been driven from their ancestral home on the surface- forced to live like rats underground. At seventy three years old he was barely a young adult in fairy terms and certainly the youngest in his Corp. With fifty years of successful missions under his belt however, Fey made sure nobody treated him like a greenhorn cadet. The fairy smiled slightly at the memory of his late fathers words, "fear nothing, and everything will fear you. Keep living with your wings held high."
Half an hour of a molten shower had woken him, and as he stepped through his apartment naked and cooling down, Fey couldn't help but think about his job. He'd been working for a good five decades now, maybe it was time to bring up that promotion. After all he'd tagged and bagged more invasive Fairfolk than anyone in his department. Taking his job apart to its basics, Fey was little more than boarder control between Fairies and the human surface. Of course, it sounded far more impressive when said Fairies and humans often packed guns, grenades and all kinds of fun toys.
And that was just the sentient ones.
Sighing and pulling on a dark grey jumpsuit Fey went to his balcony- leaning on its edge as he admired the city in front of him. Atlas Prime was the largest of all Fairy cities, with towers grown from the bedrock and and with the luxury of geothermal technology there was never a shortage of power or hot water. Gardens were of course a large part of the subterranean city as well, with sweeping artificially grown fields and forests in the background. Supernatural Beings were still heavily nostalgic for the surface even after over two thousand years of being stuck under the earth they held dear to them. This was apparent from the flickering guise of the holographic sky above the city.
But it was as fake as him smiling on a Monday.
Heading back inside and grabbing a protein bar and the remains of a blueberry smoothie from his fridge, the Fairy was about to turn the tv on and relax. Just as he reached for the remote however his phone went off. Sighing heavily and gritting his teeth he checked the caller ID and grimaced. Knocking back his smoothie in a few swallows and wolfing down his strawberry (as if it'd ever been near fresh fruit) protein bar Fey huffed and picked up the call.
"Hello, this is Fey Silvaris. Whats the situation?" He asked. The fairy felt his spine tingle at the response as he listened to the brief call. Once the somewhat panicked Sprite on the other end of the line was done Fey sighed and went to his wardrobe. Pulling the black bodysuit from its rail the pale male shook his head in irritation. Changing clothes with a practiced ease he grabbed the matching helmet from the shelf above his head and made sure his apartment was locked securely.
Stepping onto his balcony the Fairy smiled as he pulled the black, mirrored helmet onto his head. leaning forward over the edge he took a breath," so much for my week off. I better get overtime." With that he lurched forward and fell off the balcony. Arms pinned to his sides Fey clenched the muscles of his shoulders. And on command, his wings ripped from his flesh.
The sound of wet tearing made him grimace as the narrow membranes slid through the specifically tailored suit. Glistening a metallic silver it was obvious where his last name came from, their wire thin yet titanium strength as useful as kevlar guards. Catching a thermal wind before he could hit the ground Fey looked over his shoulder, watching his home shrink rapidly into the distance. Hurtling over the crowded city streets like a sleek black arrow Fey instinctively adjusted his wings to keep himself level. Activating his suits electronics with a flick of his wrist he brought up the email, its contents locked with an encryption. Using his own access code he opened the email and swore violently. Inside was a detailed audio file on his unexpected mission. Activating the audio log with a quick blink Fey let the information wash over him.
"The Scarosian (Scar-o-see-ian) Rock Worm is a maximum level threat to all Fairy cities. Due to its immense size and armoured hide this non sentient creature can borrow through solid bedrock and steel reinforcements with little effort," the bland mechanical voice droned, "Underground Public Protection (UPP) has been called to deal with a Scarosian that is tunneling toward the eastern curve of Atlas Prime. Lethal Force is Authorized and as such all available staff has been given temporary access to Class Five Weaponry. Please go to the Underground Public Protection Headquarters to collect your alloted weapon. Thank you, and have a nice day."
Allowing his mind to wander back to the comfort of his apartment Fey snapped out of it at the mention of lethal force. A thin smile split into a dangerous grin. Increasing his speed the amber eyed man laughed, not realizing that his helmet had connected to the UPP speakers. Every single Fairy in the building gave a collective shudder at the sound. Due to his rather intimidating reputation many of his fellow officers felt a mix of respect and downright worry. It wasn't exactly without reason. Fey was nicknamed the Silver Winged Demon by the weaker gangs, and it seemed the name had caught on in the UPP as well.
Fey cut his mirth off as he landed neatly on the UPP parking, not slowing and using the momentum from his flight to swiftly enter the base. The hustle and bustle around the male made him suppress an urge to shudder- he didn't like crowds.
At all.