Heikki Karvonen

Name: Heikki Karvonen
Age: 26
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark brown
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Finnish
Gender: Masculine male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Bassist for Dockorna
Distinguishing marks:

Personality:

Heikki comes across as the calm, reserved member of Dockorna. But once you get a few drinks in him he becomes trashy and flirty. A honest and hard-working man, Heikki is often referred to as the "band dad" because he is a fierce protector and cares for those around him. He is often practicing or playing bass at every moment he gets, hoping for the band to go big one day.

Skills:

Heikki is a skilled bass player, guitarist and pianist as well as a keen swimmer, ice skater and ice hockey player. He is a keen photographer, often taking snaps of his band mates and when they tour around. Heikki likes designing slogans and artwork on his bass guitars so is also good at painting. He can also speak his native Finnish, some Norwegian and Swedish.

Special people:

Dockorna band mates:

Ragnar glittrande_stjarna
Jorgen forstark_det
Joakim boombangaboom

From the prompt; 1. Hugging them as they're crying.

(cw: abuse and implied rape)

Heikki gave Jorgen's boyfriend a side-eye as he came in through the stage door to see the blond singer after they'd finished their performance for the night. It had gone well and The Dolls were really moving up in the glam world with a few more gigs planned for Stockholm, Lund and some other Swedish cities. Hopefully, they would soon tour Norway next if they sold enough tickets.

"Where's Jorgen?"

Heikki looked up from sitting on the couch tuning his bass strings to offer a bored stare. He hated Jorgen's boyfriend. Hendrik was his name and he was a complete fucking bastard in the Fin's eyes. An abusive bully who didn't treat Jorgen right.

"I don't fucking know. Try the dressing room."

Heikki rolled his eyes at Hendrik as he gave the Fin a finger and walked off into the dressing room to find Jorgen. If that fucker starter being rude to Jorgen the Fin would kick his ass. Jorgen was wiping his make-up off his face when Hendrik walked in, smirking and pulling the singer towards him for a rough kiss. He was always like this; rough, abrasive, aggressive and Jorgen didn't often like it.

"Watch it---my make-up is still wet---"

Jorgen pulling away from Hendrik not wanting to be kissed right now. That didn't stop Hendrik who grabbed Jorgen once more, growling and shoving the boy into the wall roughly. Fuck! The singer didn't want this--not now. Hendrik shoved Jorgen's wrists up against the wall and bit the singer's neck.

"No!---I don't want this---get off--"

Heikki could hear the commotion in the dressing room as he got up from the couch and stormed into the dressing room to find Hendrik pinning Jorgen against his will.

The bastard.

"Get the fuck off him, you piece of shit."

The Fin's voice coming out in a low angry growl. He knew Hendrik was an abusive bastard and Jorgen had been too afraid to say what the man did to him. Now, he'd crossed the line and Heikki wasn't having anymore of his crap.

"Fuck you, Finn ass licker."

Hendrik moved off Jorgen and cracked his neck. If this Fin wanted a fight then he'd get one. Heikki didn't utter another word as he launched himself towards Hendrik, almost headbutting the man and punching him in the chest, winding him. He then picked the man up and threw him out of the dressing room onto the floor into the lounge. Hendrik coughed and wheezed, clutching his chest as the crazy angry Fin picked Hendrik's sorry ass up once more and then threw him out of the nearest fire door onto the cold ground outside.

"Fuck off and don't come back!"

Hendrik scrambled up bruised and bloody and ran off into the dim alley beside the club. Heikki's blood boiling as he watched the piece of shit go. Coming back inside the Fin went to Jorgen who was sat on the couch stunned and crying. His abusive boyfriend had finally gone. Thank the gods.

"I---I was too afraid to mention how abusive he was."

The blond wiping his eyes and sniffing. Heikki pulling his singer in for a hug, wanting to comfort him. That bastard had no place being with any of the band.

"It's ok. He's gone now. No one will hurt you again."

Heikki stroked Jorgen's blond hair and would stay as long as needed to make sure his band mate would be ok.