Post by Fenrir on Jul 1, 2014 19:14:33 GMT -6
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FULL NAME:: Fenrir
NICKNAMES:: Fenrisúlfr, Hróðvitnir, Vánagandr, The Fenris Wolf, Demon Spawn of Loki, Destruction
GENDER:: Genderfluid; Dominantly Male
ACTUAL AGE:: Unknown
APPARENT AGE:: Late Teens-Early 20's.
SPECIES/RACE:: Deity.
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He, Him, His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Demisexual
FACECLAIM:: Samuel Larsen
NATIONALITY:: Scandinavian
HEIGHT:: 6'0
HAIR:: Dark Brown
EYES:: Green
SKIN:: Olive
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Nose pierced, various tattoos cover his body, including the black silhouette of a wolf on each pectoral, symbolic of his sons, Hati and Skoll.
APPEARANCE:: Fenrir, in his human form, stands about 6 feet tall, with a lean yet muscular build that would put him at weighing around 200 pounds. His long dark hair is usually cut short on one side, leaving the bangs to hang in his face. His default expression is serious, and his green eyes always appear thoughtful. The right side of his nose is pierced, and his body is covered in tattoos symbolizing everything from his family to the destruction of the known world.
Fenrir prefers darker clothing, mostly pants and long sleeves. Though he's not above wearing a tank top or running around shirtless, he feels longer clothes reflect his style better. Sometimes he wears a few necklaces, but he's never seen without his piercings. All in all, at first glance, one would think Fenrir is just another punk kid who's into heavy metal and hates the world.
But they'd be wrong. In his true form, Fenrir stands about eight feet tall, resembling a werewolf, only black with red eyes. In his wolf form, he resembles a larger than average, red-eyed wolf. Every now and then, Fenrir will take on his true form to take out some pent-up aggression.
PERSONALITY:: Sometimes destruction is loud and obvious, like a hailstorm or a wildfire. Other times, it's like rising floodwaters or a blizzard: quiet, but just as deadly. Sometimes it's sudden and others, it's a slow build-up. Such is Fenrir.
In his youth, Fenrir was calm, cool and collected. Now, however, edgy is the more appropriate term for him. He's sitting on a lot of frustration and anger. Thoughts of revenge buzz through his mind constantly. Though at the same time, not all of his pent-up emotion is rage and anger. Deep down, he holds the pain of betrayal and heartache. His release is any kind of destruction. He doesn't even have to cause it; just watching something burn or crumble makes him smile.
But this is not to say he's "evil." Despite his dark and destructive tendencies, his inner angst is well-justified. The truth is, as much as he loves destruction, Fenrir doesn't care too much for unnecessary bloodshed, for as the life of a mortal is as brief as the blooming and withering of a flower, it is to be treasured while it lasts, unless they tick him off. He has a heart for his family, especially his parents and children.
All in all, Fenrir tends to keep his chill demeanor, but he's a lot more sensitive than he used to be. He's very easy to push over the edge and get mad, which is a danger to everyone in the vicinity. No worries though, once he's past that point, his rage usually comes out all at once, and is done when it's done. The worry is what he'll do exactly; when in a rage, or even building to that point, he can be very unpredictable.
LIKES::
DISLIKES::
STRENGTHS::
WEAKNESSES::
SECRETS:: He knows his role in Ragnarok, and is eager to exact his vengeance. Despite popular belief, he's not evil; he has a thoughtful, compassionate side, but is sitting on a lot of brokedness and heartache, along with the stereotypical rage and vengeance.
RANK:: God of Destruction
POWERS::
WEAKNESSES::
HOMETOWN:: Jotunheim
PROFESSION:: God of Destruction in the Norse Pantheon, The Fenris Wolf
PARENTS:: Loki and Angrboda
SIBLINGS:: Jormungand and Hel
CHILDREN:: Hati and Skoll
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Has a buttload of half-siblings
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Fenrir was the eldest son of Loki and Angrboda. While Jormungand was cast into the sea, and Hel into the underworld, Fenrir was taken by the gods back to Asgard where he could have an eye kept on him. Maybe the other gods wanted to keep him from wreaking havoc, maybe they wanted a guard dog, or maybe both. Nonetheless, the gods snatched up the pup and locked him in a cage.
Only Tyr dared to take care of him and feed him. But when Fenrir started getting big, the gods began to get nervous. They decided he needed to be restrained, so they found the biggest chains they could find and bound him. Twice, they tried this, and twice he broke through them like tissue paper. The third time, they enlisted the dwarves for help, and the result was more or less a ribbon: flimsy and soft to the touch.
When he saw the third fetter, Fenrir thought it a joke, but sensing a trap, only agreed to test this one if one of the gods put their hand in his mouth as a pledge of faith. Only Tyr was brave enough to do this, and the beast was bound by the only one he'd considered a friend. Stabbed in the back, Fenrir bit off the hand that fed him as colateral.
For ages, the beast found himself chained to a rock, with a sword propping his mouth open. Endlessly, he howled and fought, swearing to break free and get vengeance. One day...the chains broke! But it wasn't time yet.
So, Fenrir wanders the earth, often in the form of a human, waiting for his chance to exact revenge on the gods. Until then, his time will not go wasted as there is plenty of fun to be had in the meantime.
OOC NAME:: TyFish
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 6 Years
ANY NOTES::
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: The night had long since settled over the land. Tonight was one of those night where Fenrir just felt like running; exercising the freedom he'd for so long been without. The large, black wolf ran through a stretch of woods, his godly muscles rippling and his fur rustling in the wind as he just...ran. No rhyme, no reason. But then again, since when did Fenrir need either of those? He had but one motivation for running: because he could.
Freedom. No sword propping his mouth open, not being tied to a rock by a freaking ribbon. Nothing but him and the world. It just...it made him happy. Never before now had he felt so...alive. All he'd known was captivity. Lost in his thought, the god of destruction barely noticed as rain gently sprinkled from the sky. Then, in the distance, a burst of thunder. Then...the bottom fell out as a storm took full force.
Not too far off, lightning struck a tree, splitting it in two and lighting it on fire, but it was quickly put out by the rain. "Well...that was anticlimactic..." he murmured with a sigh. He took his human form, a smile on his face despite being thoroughly drenched. His eyes twinkled a little as he formed an idea.
Suddenly, using what bit of magic he could manipulate, the tree disintegrated, slowly falling to a pile of ash, then soaked by the rain. He smiled wider, then walked away. Anyone watching would have seen it as destructive, or putting the tree out of its misery. But the truth was, eventually a new tree would grow where that one had once been. "What few people realize, is that sometimes, to create, something has to be destroyed. Such is life..." he said to no one. Sometimes, things just needed to be said, whether someone was around to hear it or not.
{ Fenrir}
FULL NAME:: Fenrir
NICKNAMES:: Fenrisúlfr, Hróðvitnir, Vánagandr, The Fenris Wolf, Demon Spawn of Loki, Destruction
GENDER:: Genderfluid; Dominantly Male
ACTUAL AGE:: Unknown
APPARENT AGE:: Late Teens-Early 20's.
SPECIES/RACE:: Deity.
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He, Him, His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Demisexual
{ APPEARANCE } |
FACECLAIM:: Samuel Larsen
NATIONALITY:: Scandinavian
HEIGHT:: 6'0
HAIR:: Dark Brown
EYES:: Green
SKIN:: Olive
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Nose pierced, various tattoos cover his body, including the black silhouette of a wolf on each pectoral, symbolic of his sons, Hati and Skoll.
APPEARANCE:: Fenrir, in his human form, stands about 6 feet tall, with a lean yet muscular build that would put him at weighing around 200 pounds. His long dark hair is usually cut short on one side, leaving the bangs to hang in his face. His default expression is serious, and his green eyes always appear thoughtful. The right side of his nose is pierced, and his body is covered in tattoos symbolizing everything from his family to the destruction of the known world.
Fenrir prefers darker clothing, mostly pants and long sleeves. Though he's not above wearing a tank top or running around shirtless, he feels longer clothes reflect his style better. Sometimes he wears a few necklaces, but he's never seen without his piercings. All in all, at first glance, one would think Fenrir is just another punk kid who's into heavy metal and hates the world.
But they'd be wrong. In his true form, Fenrir stands about eight feet tall, resembling a werewolf, only black with red eyes. In his wolf form, he resembles a larger than average, red-eyed wolf. Every now and then, Fenrir will take on his true form to take out some pent-up aggression.
{ PERSONALITY } |
PERSONALITY:: Sometimes destruction is loud and obvious, like a hailstorm or a wildfire. Other times, it's like rising floodwaters or a blizzard: quiet, but just as deadly. Sometimes it's sudden and others, it's a slow build-up. Such is Fenrir.
In his youth, Fenrir was calm, cool and collected. Now, however, edgy is the more appropriate term for him. He's sitting on a lot of frustration and anger. Thoughts of revenge buzz through his mind constantly. Though at the same time, not all of his pent-up emotion is rage and anger. Deep down, he holds the pain of betrayal and heartache. His release is any kind of destruction. He doesn't even have to cause it; just watching something burn or crumble makes him smile.
But this is not to say he's "evil." Despite his dark and destructive tendencies, his inner angst is well-justified. The truth is, as much as he loves destruction, Fenrir doesn't care too much for unnecessary bloodshed, for as the life of a mortal is as brief as the blooming and withering of a flower, it is to be treasured while it lasts, unless they tick him off. He has a heart for his family, especially his parents and children.
All in all, Fenrir tends to keep his chill demeanor, but he's a lot more sensitive than he used to be. He's very easy to push over the edge and get mad, which is a danger to everyone in the vicinity. No worries though, once he's past that point, his rage usually comes out all at once, and is done when it's done. The worry is what he'll do exactly; when in a rage, or even building to that point, he can be very unpredictable.
LIKES::
- Being outdoors, especially at night
- Watching things burn, crumble, or otherwise being destroyed
- His family
- Noise and/or Chaos
- Heavy Metal Music
- Animals, especially wolves
DISLIKES::
- Being restrained
- Pretty much any god he's not related to, especially Tyr, for betraying him
- Unnecessary bloodshed
- Having others think he's stupid or treat him as such
- Anything he deems boring or too quiet
STRENGTHS::
- Free Spirited
- Strong
- Fun Loving
- Brave
- At one with nature
WEAKNESSES::
- Not restricted to any sort of rules or morals
- Not easily swayed once his mind is made up
- His 'fun' almost always includes destruction
- Can be unpredictable, especially when angry
- Often comes across as feral or wild
- Temper, temper, temper
SECRETS:: He knows his role in Ragnarok, and is eager to exact his vengeance. Despite popular belief, he's not evil; he has a thoughtful, compassionate side, but is sitting on a lot of brokedness and heartache, along with the stereotypical rage and vengeance.
{ RACIAL SPECIFICS } |
RANK:: God of Destruction
POWERS::
- Magic Manipulation (Average)--most of his magical ability is used to destroy
- Superhuman Attributes, especially strength
- Nigh Invulnerability
- Functional Immortality
- Takes the form of a large black wolf or werewolf
- Has an empathy and the ability to understand canines
WEAKNESSES::
- Other Deities
{ BACKGROUND } |
HOMETOWN:: Jotunheim
PROFESSION:: God of Destruction in the Norse Pantheon, The Fenris Wolf
PARENTS:: Loki and Angrboda
SIBLINGS:: Jormungand and Hel
CHILDREN:: Hati and Skoll
EXTENDED FAMILY:: Has a buttload of half-siblings
MARITAL STATUS:: Single
HISTORY:: Fenrir was the eldest son of Loki and Angrboda. While Jormungand was cast into the sea, and Hel into the underworld, Fenrir was taken by the gods back to Asgard where he could have an eye kept on him. Maybe the other gods wanted to keep him from wreaking havoc, maybe they wanted a guard dog, or maybe both. Nonetheless, the gods snatched up the pup and locked him in a cage.
Only Tyr dared to take care of him and feed him. But when Fenrir started getting big, the gods began to get nervous. They decided he needed to be restrained, so they found the biggest chains they could find and bound him. Twice, they tried this, and twice he broke through them like tissue paper. The third time, they enlisted the dwarves for help, and the result was more or less a ribbon: flimsy and soft to the touch.
When he saw the third fetter, Fenrir thought it a joke, but sensing a trap, only agreed to test this one if one of the gods put their hand in his mouth as a pledge of faith. Only Tyr was brave enough to do this, and the beast was bound by the only one he'd considered a friend. Stabbed in the back, Fenrir bit off the hand that fed him as colateral.
For ages, the beast found himself chained to a rock, with a sword propping his mouth open. Endlessly, he howled and fought, swearing to break free and get vengeance. One day...the chains broke! But it wasn't time yet.
So, Fenrir wanders the earth, often in the form of a human, waiting for his chance to exact revenge on the gods. Until then, his time will not go wasted as there is plenty of fun to be had in the meantime.
{ OUT OF CHARACTER } |
OOC NAME:: TyFish
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: 6 Years
ANY NOTES::
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: The night had long since settled over the land. Tonight was one of those night where Fenrir just felt like running; exercising the freedom he'd for so long been without. The large, black wolf ran through a stretch of woods, his godly muscles rippling and his fur rustling in the wind as he just...ran. No rhyme, no reason. But then again, since when did Fenrir need either of those? He had but one motivation for running: because he could.
Freedom. No sword propping his mouth open, not being tied to a rock by a freaking ribbon. Nothing but him and the world. It just...it made him happy. Never before now had he felt so...alive. All he'd known was captivity. Lost in his thought, the god of destruction barely noticed as rain gently sprinkled from the sky. Then, in the distance, a burst of thunder. Then...the bottom fell out as a storm took full force.
Not too far off, lightning struck a tree, splitting it in two and lighting it on fire, but it was quickly put out by the rain. "Well...that was anticlimactic..." he murmured with a sigh. He took his human form, a smile on his face despite being thoroughly drenched. His eyes twinkled a little as he formed an idea.
Suddenly, using what bit of magic he could manipulate, the tree disintegrated, slowly falling to a pile of ash, then soaked by the rain. He smiled wider, then walked away. Anyone watching would have seen it as destructive, or putting the tree out of its misery. But the truth was, eventually a new tree would grow where that one had once been. "What few people realize, is that sometimes, to create, something has to be destroyed. Such is life..." he said to no one. Sometimes, things just needed to be said, whether someone was around to hear it or not.