Wrapped Care
Age / Preference: In his twenties and openly gay.
Reference / Description: He has a slim build that's like a mare's, but is still a bit firm body wise. His coat is a light light gray and hair a dark pink. Wraps eyes are a light ocean blue. The bows on his butt and mane is a darker royal blue. Due to his families long line of girly looking colts and stallions what he has is hereditary and gets mistaken for a mare quite often.
Personality: Wrapped is sassy and not afraid to show it either. He will strut down that street like he owns it and doesn't care who says anything about it. If you get an additude with him, he will snap back twice as bad and make sure he gets the last say before moving on. Wrapped likes his talent of first aid a lot, but it doesn't stop him from dreaming about being a model. He gets so wrapped up in it that he'll pose randomly and then laugh at himself about it. But when someones hurt or injured he will stop and his sass will melt away replaced with concern. Deep down he really wants to help everyone he can if they're in pain or hurting, be it physically or emotionally. He will tell you words of comfort and try his best to make sure you're comfortable, but if you get iffy he'll put you in your place. If you need rest, you will get it. He's a big softy to his friends and family, but with strangers or new people his sass and oh my goshes will be in place. You gotta let him warm up to you.
Bio: He was born and raised in prance where is mother and father currently still live at. His mother, Medical Wonder works in the local hospital in the metal wing, while his father, Construction Stalls, works in construction. Both parents have odd working hours so most of the time wrapped was shipped off to the hospital along with his mom since a construction site was no place for a little colt. He'd watch his mom work with the special needs patients and see how patent she is and coax them into talking with her. He was amazed by how well she handled it all and wrapped even made a friend himself. Since he was so small, his mother placed him in the little play room where some mental fillies stayed. He liked to call her para even though her full name was Paranoid Potions. She seemed the worst of them all because just at the sight of his horn caused her to back away and try to hide under things.
He was confused as to why she was acting like that, but she mearly stammered random things like, unnatural, he'll have a mark, i'm going to get infected. He pushed past and soon got her to at least stop trying to run away from him each time he visited. But as he grew up he spent less time with para and moved to the other nurses, asking how to wrap bandages and apply first aid since he liked watching his mom do so. Wrapped soon gain an astute gift for it, wowing the nurses as he soon moved past their level in skill.
By this time he was around sixteen/seventeen when his cutie mark of two bandaids appeared, and his mother was surprised it was a medical cutie mark, but oh was she proud. She'd tell him he was fantastic and that when he was older he could ask to work here at the hospital along side her, his dad though wanted him to have a more.. Tough job, like himself. But he soon got over it and put his faith into his son to do good in life. Everything was going his way until his friend para got released from the mental ward and moved out way out far into the forest. He didn't understand why she was so scared of everything involving pegasi, unicorn's, and cutie marks. He declined his mom's offer to work with her and instead decided to leave home on his own for his own calling.
Packing up his medical supplies and other things he set out towards the forest to see why his friend would move so far down there. When he found her hollowed out tree home he was surprised to see her actually doing better. She was still scared, but it was a lot better level wise. She seemed a lot more calm now that she wore this weird magical pendent on her neck. "It's to keep.. Those ponies away.." She'd muttered to him when he first asked about it, glancing from one part to the other, fear and horror in her eyes. He was confused on why she was acting like that, but then again she always behaved like something was coming to get her, so he wouldn't pry too deep into it.
Now he still lives in prance, though in his own home and usually goes off to visit his friend potions to make sure she's eating ok and just make sure she's alright. He opened his own first aid shop, though he rarely is there due to running off and finding other people who have injured themselves.
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