So I had alot of fun writing this, I thought it'd be a great way to explore the character of Fahroe Peirce, my northern Auroran Wyvern as well as my world in a way different than your usual bland, blah description under a character sheet. If you read it, tell me what you think, both constructive and criticism welcome, so long as you're not a meanie! Readable version below in the description incase you can't open ODT files.
For those of you wondering who Fahroe is visually speaking, check the folder with her name on it, linking to a few different character sheets.

Host- Hello everybody and welcome to our first iteration of 'An Interview with a fluff', where we find impressive and inspiring individuals and see what they have to say about the state of affairs in our world. My name is Jonah, and joining us today is Fahroe Peirce, Fahroe hello!

The camera then moves away from Jonah, an albino Aurish wearing a brown cloak and black undershirt. It moves to zoom in on a smaller, slender hornless wyvern with various tattoos across her gentle, angular face. She flashes a smile and bats her violet eyes, tucking her head slightly as she does so. She's wearing a white robe and nestled into some cushions quite comfortably.

Fahroe- Thank you Jonah, pleasure to be here.

H- Fahroe, tell us a little bit about yourself.

F- Well Jonah, I'm 26 years old living in the county of Pinemoon. I'm an Auroran Wyvern and I immigrated to this country when I was 14 years old, by adoption of my Aurish father Yasaph. I work for a private security company and plan on building my savings until I can afford certification to work in the Citizens Space Navy. My dream job is become involved in colony defense on newly colonized planets to protect others, and make a life for myself on the frontier like my ancestors before me, there are not many opportunities like that here on Aurelia in this day and age.

H- An ambitious goal. What made you so interested in security work?

F- Well thru most of my childhood both myself and my friends have been the victims of bullying, crime and racism, and all we could do about it was keep quiet, none of the authorities ever did anything about it because it wasn't behooving to them to do so. I got tired of people I care about being treated like second rate creatures and wanted to protect them, it later extended to all people when I discovered that those less fortunate seem to attract disdain from those who don't struggle nearly as much, like its our fault we have disabilities or if we have enough willpower we can magic ourselves a job and place to stay.

H- So you're wishing to represent and defend those below the poverty line and show that you're still just as much people as the high class teachers?

F- Exactly. We have a soul, a will, wants, needs and desires. Even if our ancestors weren't the most honest bunch, the past doesn't make the present, and if you're wondering why wyverns are always viewed as petty criminals, I'll admit, many of us aren't the most noble creatures, but what more can you do to feed your young and yourself when the only jobs you can get are hard labor, prostitution or strip dancer work that pays next to nothing, because employers don't trust you for no more reason than bloodline and your number of limbs? I could be a coach for a school, I myself was a wrestler! But no, all wyvern's are scum it seems.

H- If you had a message for all the people, wyverns, Stormcallers, Aurish and Llungs, what would you say?

F- I'd say to stop treating your downtrodden like animals, regardless their subspecies. Less fortunate doesn't mean lazy or criminal. It more than likely means unsupported.

H- So as someone in a stereotyped position, a minority if you will, what's your daily life like?

F- Well, my day starts in the evening actually. Unless I need to go shopping for food I sleep during the day. I'm a security guard so most of my work is at night. I wake up around 5 in the evening, do some grooming, drink coffee and a bagel, dress into my uniform then I'm out the door. The part of town I live in is a no-fly zone due to crime rates, easier for cops to identify potential lawbreakers because flying usually means you're running from something. So I walk to work, about 300 meters down the road here. At the moment I'm stationed to work at a night club and I man the front door, check identities against a list and throw rowdy fellows out onto the street. My shift starts at 8 in the evening and lasts until four in the morning, I don't get a lunch break because they might need my muscle at any point. Sometimes I get offered “overtime” to work on the runway as one of the dancers but I have too much self respect for that. Still I got to admit, its tempting. The customers like wyverns, we're lithe and slender and muscular with short fur because of the warm weather, they can see a lot, and imagine even more. But that's beside the point, I'm off at 4 in the morning, and that early, most everything is still closed. At that point I come home, take a shower to rinse the emotional filth from my bones, read books from the library and listen to the radio, television is too expensive and I can't afford a computer, and my phone has limited data so I can't surf the internet very much. Three times a week I go to the gym, I'd like to fly every day but again, no-fly zone, and walking just isn't safe, you'll get kidnapped, raped robbed and left unconscious in an alley somewhere wondering if you're about to be a mother and what kind of diseases you contracted.

H- Do you regret leaving the Northern Nation and coming to Merusia?

F- Not for one minute. In the north, its cold even with the long fur. Food is scarce, the cost of living is so high because of food prices but there's almost no jobs. People up there are starving and freezing and the only reason they stay alive is because the fishing industry in that part of the sea-river. Down here its warm, even the poor are fat, and you know that if you have to you can infact survive by leaving to more rural areas, it may not be the most legal thing to do, but you'll survive. Might have a misdemeanor on your record but, would you rather have a small mark against you, or a tombstone?

H- Fair enough. You keep mentioning crime, and how wyverns are stereotyped as criminals and lowlifes, what's your experience in that regard?

F- It's a very personal experience. See, I was adopted when I was young and I already had a cutthroat, any means necessary attitude about basic survival, habits that took a long time to break, and arguably still exist in a controlled manner. My father believed in me though, but not before I dishonored him. When I was 18 I poached cattle for several months while I was homeless and working my first job digging ditches to lay power conduit, I figured if I could have free meals and sleep in the woods outside of town, I'd have no expenses and some income, I could afford to live in a good place sooner than most others who spent years and years saving up money. I got caught, and fought an officer before running from police for 3 weeks until I was too weak from malnutrition. They caught me, I plead guilty to the judge and was sentenced to 6 years in prison, 3 for assaulting an officer, 2 for theft and 1 for eluding and resisting arrest, they said I was lucky I wasn't deported. They took my horns though because being a criminal means loosing your rights to use magic. I served 6 years in prison, working 6 days a week 10 hours a day in manual labor to repay my debt relating to cattle I stole, and medical expenses for the officer I attacked. My father died while I was locked up and left me a letter, telling me that he still loved me, that I was still his northern aurora, and... that he still believed in me. I... I just... I can't let him down. I used my experience in wrestling in the prison sports system and from school to land a security job where I'm working now, making minimum wage and living in government sanctioned housing while I try to build myself up enough to afford training and certification for a job that's going to take me places my father wishes he could've seen while he walked this world. I'm going to make his spirit proud. I swear it.

At this point Fahroe is visibly distressed, fighting back tears and loosing the battle, and no longer making eye contact with either Jonah or the Camera.

H- That's touching Fahroe, and I, and many others are wishing you well, believing you'll succeed.

F- Thank you Jonah.

H- Fahroe, that's all I have for you tonight, but it's not the end of your story. Our program here isn't for public rating, we'll follow you and come back to you once a year to follow up on your progress, so that you can be a beacon of light to those like you from all cultures, that you don't have to stay with the allotment given to you in life. And to those in the Audience if you were moved by Fahroe's position and story, then please leave a like and subscribe to our channel and newsletter, we may not interview her for another year but we'll be sure to keep updates going as time progresses. Thank you for tuning in to this week's “interview with a fluff” I'm Jonah Nettle, and you folks have a wonderful time.