Post by xFenris.Fenrirx on Oct 25, 2010 17:12:15 GMT -5
Fenris Fenrir !
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Nickname: Fenrir
Gender: Brute
Age: 7
Mate: The beautiful Demon has only ever stolen his heart (Lost)l
Offspring: Firki and Fyr
Sire: Tenedos
Dame: Lupa
Species: Grey Wolf
Eye Color: Deep blood red
Coat Color: Shadow soaked black
Markings: Dear Fenrir has faint scars the riddle his body if you can get close enough to see them. The most obvious scar is one that spans from under his left ear down across his left eye to the bottom of his cheek. The wound blinded him in the left orb.
Weight: 75 lb
Feeling out of place, feeling strange
Appearance Description:This brute looks as though he is straight out of a nightmare. You will never know he is there unless you catch a glimpse of his gleaming bloody eyes. His pelt blends perfectly in the shadows. He is onyx from head to tail. Only if the moon light catches his face will you see a glimmer of silver streaking across his left eye due to the scar that is stained on his features. If you get a chance to look closely at him wisps of silver mark the bottom of his muzzle due to the seasons he has spent on this cursed world. He is not a large wolf. Weight would just slow him down. He is a lean hunter. What weight he does have is muscle. He stands tall for his breed. He was built for stealth. The silent killer.
Take me to a place where they know my name
Personality:What to say about this darkened brute? Evil does not seem to cover it completely. There are things on this planet that he hates just as every creature does... But above all he detests his own breed. He would be more than happy to kill any that comes along his path. Though he is not a barbaric killer with no sense. Fenrir is very intelligent and knows many things about this world that most could not even grasp. There have been a few cases where this hardened wolf let down his guard and let another see his true heart, even though most claim is does not exist. If you were offered that slim chace take it. You will find that this brute is very protective over those that he lets in. Once you are close to him he would rather die then see you get hurt. His loyalty to those loyal to him is overwhelming. If you have his heart then he will love you like no other mate could ever offer. You become his life the only hope to happiness in his dark world.
Weaknesses:
Strengths:
History:
Fenrir's history is a scattered one. Most will never get close enough to know about it.
Born into this world by a beautiful white temptress named Lupa. He was damned from the start. For his father was Tenedos, alpha of the Toque clan, and his mother was a Beta from the Pyris clan. Tenedos was a strong alpha but weak to the temptation to the white bitch. Roaming the lands at night, he sought out Lupa leaving his mate and whelps in his pack lands. Their affair was stained when the temptress found she was carrying a litter. When Tenedos' mate found out about the romance, she chased the white wolf off into the rouge lands, far away from Lupa's own home. Alone and lost, his mother wandered trying to survive. Months passed and the pain of birth finally came to her. Under the full moon, she brought only two whelps into this world. Panting she dubbed them Reven and Fenris Fenrir. They were like yin and yang. Stunning white and shadowed black. She knew not the demon that she had cursed the world with.
As he and his brother grew they learned to hunt. Though his mother noticed something that led to her fearing her own son. His blood lust. Fenrir killed for no reason except for the thrill of it. In her old lands they killed only what they needed to keep the balance in the world. Reven was her pride and joy. Everything that she had ever wanted in a son. Fenrir was a nightmare. Soon she grew to fear her own flesh and blood. His gleaming demonic eyes would peer at her through the night. She cursed herself blaming the affair on the curse she had brought into the world.
Though Fenrir was the better of the two hunters due to his slender size, Reven was a large brute like his father. Rippled with muscle and large. A tank. When Fenrir and Reven were in the second year of their lives Lupa's fear finally got the best of her. In secret, she spoke to her favorite son about getting rid of Fenrir and that he should have never been born. So her and Reven plotted against the black son. On that fateful trip hunting trip, Reven put the plan into motion. Fenrir was stalking his intended prey as his brother eyed him. Finally, the larger brute attacked his brother. Crashing to the ground Fenrir squirmed out from underneath his brother's mass with a confused look in his features. Reven gave a growl in explanation before he readied himself once more for attack. The shadowed brute snapped. His whole world crashed around around him as his brother went for the attack once more. Anger grew in him as he charged at the other. As soon as the fight had started it was over. With a blood soaked muzzle, Fenrir turned and faced the grounded enemy. This creature was no longer his brother. He no longer had a family. With a final bite to the neck, the brute named Reven took his last breath on the earth.
In anger Fenrir sought out his beloved mother. Where she was expecting Reven to return her hated son did. Now she feared for her life as she saw Revn's blood clinging to the black muzzle. The cursed wolf did not kill his mother, but he crippled her. When he attacked he went for her eyes. Blinding her to the rest of the world. Without a second glance, he took off into the shadows of the world cursing the rest of his kind. All his life he had been taught to take care of those he cared for. To protect them at any cost and this is how he was repaid. Everything he knew was a lie.
Years later, Fenrir lived the life of a rouge. Killing those unfortunate enough to cross his path. Young, old... It did not matter. He only spared the whelps and would tell them when they were old enough and survived they could seek their revenge on him. One season he stumbled onto lands that he thought he could finally call home and stop his wandering. Other loners came to him. Tormented like he had been. Now Fenrir was 5, a bit more level headed though still mostly messed up. He did not kill first and ask questions later. Slowly a pack formed dubbed the Shadow Pack. Even more importantly love grew between him and a beauty named Demon. She was soon his mate and the alphess to his great pack of hunters. She was the closest thing to him and he loved her more deeply than any has loved before. A litter spawned from their love. Though the happiness was not meant to last.
War broke out between the packs of the surrounding lands. Pulling the Shadow Pack into its grasp. The fighting was so intense and harsh that it tore Fenrir and Demon apart. He lost his mate to the earth. His world was destroyed. Everything that he had and everyone he loved was gone. Emerging from the asses he cursed the world for letting him live while everyone else was taken. It was for his sins of the past. Heart broken and a destroyed soul he fell back into being a loner... Twisted and tainted.
Now his wanderings have led him to these new lands. May the God's spare those that dwell here.
Cause I ain’t met nobody that looks the same
Desired Pack: None...
Picture URL: www.juneauempire.com/images/072006/14301_500.jpg
Number of Characters?: First onet
Bio Password: We luff Serena!!
How did you find us?: Used to be here lots :P
Credits
Bio Template credited to Lunar Oasis
Character idea and writing credited to respective creator
Lyrics written by Will.I.Am – Traveling Song
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