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Through the years, Fenris has gone by many names. Fenrir was his given name, Fenrisúlfr another. Sometimes others called him Hróðvitnir, meaning fame wolf. Vánagandr is his final nickname, translating into the most offensive of them all and meaning the monster of the river Ván. Any who dare to call him such will meet an end befitting of the moniker they have chosen to call him. His family calls him Fen and sometimes –mockingly – Fenny or Fenny bear.
Son of Loki – sometimes mistaken as a Norse God, when in fact he is little more than an enormous wolf with a vicious temper when the wrong chords are struck.
Powers & Abilities:
Shapeshifting, Healing factor
Cleverness: Being the son of Loki, it comes as no surprise that Fenris has a great respect for those who are clever, and despite his awesome size and fearsome might he often resorts to using wit before he uses violence. It’s a trick he picked up from his father, and one he happily holds as a part of the arsenal that makes him so very deadly. He finds the best company in those who can talk their way out of a situation, but, of course, does not discount the advantages of brute force.
Loki: Despite his ill reputation, Loki was always ten times the father to his children that Odin had ever been to him, and for this Fenris loves him. Though Fenris does harbor a bit of bitterness towards his father for allowing him to waste away, bound by Odin’s might for so many eons, he does still care deeply for the man from which he came, and will be happy to overlook such troubles in time.
Freedom: Fenris has been bound for more centuries than he is capable of counting. He grew rapidly, and tasted only a small fraction of what freedom could offer him before the Allfather grew wary of him and the prophecies that foretold of what Fenris might do in the future. Now that his sister Hela has freed him without the consultation of Asgard’s king, Fen is making the most of his newfound liberties and is – how is it the Midgardians say it? – living it up to the fullest. Exploration is his new best friend, and he is determined to leave no song unsung and no wine untasted.
Flesh: Though it has been many a year since he has last savored it, it would be a lie to say that Fenris does not have a certain taste for the flesh of another, particularly that of Asgardians, but far be it for Fen to be picky when it comes to his next bite. The last fresh meat he tasted came in the form of Tyr’s hand – a feat he is quite eager and proud to brag about – and he is, admittedly, excited to find out how time has changed the flavor and texture of his favorite dish.
Winning: Though very few like losing, it is absolutely not an option for Fenris. Fenris prides himself on his regal bloodline and on the ability to come out on top of every situation. It is because of this that his imprisonment on Odin’s behalf enrages him when mentioned or even when thought about. Any who know him know that to bring up his shortcomings or his losses is as good as a death sentence – especially after they’ve seen his jowls snap in anger at such topics of conversation.
Himself: Perhaps both his largest asset and his greatest weakness, Fenris is arrogant and, at times, takes his royal heritage for granted. Despite the fact that that any titles had long since been stripped from his name, he still holds himself in high esteem and demands that others do the same. He carries himself and (mostly) attempts to act like the royalty from which he comes, and, often enough, does well in such endeavors.
Rain: It’s been too long since he’s felt it on his skin or against his fur, but he hasn’t forgotten it. Fenris’ favorite days in his youth were the ones when it had poured in Asgard, cold and as frozen as the roots of his bloodline ran. It came in torrents from purpled skies and drenched the golden cities of his home in a shimmering mist of wetness and renewal that would stay sometimes for minutes, and sometimes for days.
History: Though he’s been branded a brute, Fenris does fancy himself as more of a scholar. Though it does help to be vicious, strong, and fearsome, the son of the God of Mischief is more than happy to find himself lost in a book. Even Midgard’s history is interesting to him, and he intends to immerse himself in it as much as possible now that he is able.
Beauty: There is beauty to be found in everything, and one who was imprisoned as long as Fenris was finds this out quickly. Even in death, bloodshed, and violence there is a macabre sort of beauty, and the child could nearly worship it.
Family: Fen's love for his family spans time and space. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them. They are, and always have been, his life and his true loves. They have given up great things for him and he would, without hesitation, do the same for them.
The Hunt: Be it an enemy that he’s trailing, or just a bit of information, Fenris finds a thrill in chasing things down. It’s exhilarating and it just makes his blood rush, his heart pound, and his head swim. It’s a pleasure all in itself, though the rush that comes with finally acquiring his target is even better.
Vengeance: An eye for an eye. That’s how Fenris works. If you step on his toes, expect him to stop on yours, ten times harder. No one gets away with fucking him over if he can help it.
War: War is in his blood. His ancestors have been at war for millennia, and though relative peace has - or had - been restored, he can feel it when it's coming, rising in his bones like a rush of pleasure or adrenaline that no force of nature can stop. What side he takes is up to him, but he lives for it now, and is ready. If the prophecies say he can defeat Odin, there is little he should fear, even if it comes in the form of an army.
The Allfather: There is little room for questioning as to just why Fenris despises the man who had falsely been believed as his grandfather. Odin has treated him like a monster since his conception, and has treated Loki and his siblings no better. Fenris is eagerly awaiting the day when he can tear the man's throat from his body with snapping jaws and a vicious bite, even if he is made to die a moment later. Prophecies can be re-written, and he fully intends to do so.
Being Hunted: This goes without saying for most people, but for someone in the a perfectly precarious situation like himself, having someone sniffing him out can, at times, be more unnerving than it should.
Imprisonment: Fenris knows he’s playing with fire. He knows that things are coming, and he knows that he might not make it as a free man, if he makes it at all. Death looks better to him than being imprisoned once again ever could. He knows what goes on when one is locked up and concealed from theworld, and he’s not about to let the Allfather take a hold of him again.
Stupidity: There is a fine line between stupidity and ignorance, and through his daily life lessons, he knows it well. The sheer amount of idiocy that his ears catch wind of on a daily basis seems impossible to possess. It’s terribly unfortunate when an eye roll and a condescending brow raise don’t shut the poor bastards up, but Fenris isn’t above talking people down until they shove a sock in it, either.
Fire: As one might imagine, it takes great force to contain something as powerful as Fenris is in his wolf form, and flames had been one of many measures he had been forced to contend with over the years. The utter opposite of the cool rain he covets, heat and fire are things that truthfully scare Fenris, though it is unlikely he would admit to it. Being scorched, burnt, and charred like a pig on a spit are some of his worst memories, and he'd be happy to never relive them.
Thor Odinson: Though Thor has been relatively good to his brother, he is still a chain that binds Loki, and the force that might end his life, and to Fen, that makes him as good an enemy as any other Asgardian who dares to question his father's loyalty. Thor's arrogance is another of the traits the God bears that is capable of annoying Fenris into oblivion, but that could be an entire entry on its own - one he'll be happy to recount if asked. Thor had, at one point or another, looked upon Fenris as family, and this does soften the blow of his ignorance slightly, but not enough to bring comfort to Fenris or to act as an encouraging factor in taking the God of Thunder's side in this war.
Secrets: Though Fenris understands that some secrets must be kept, he is often a bit upset when they are kept from him. All information is pertinent information, and if it is being kept, it must be even more so. If one does not know everything, they are incapable of being entirely prepared, and the raises the chance of losing which - as we all know - Fenris highly dislikes.
Sorcery: Despite the fact his sister and father are adept at this particular skill, it is not one that Fenris covets or holds in high regard at all. Incidentally this is because he himself is incapable of much more than the simplest of spells and therefore in incredibly jealous of the talent that seems to have found all his kin but himself. While he understands its usefulness he often feels that, barring extreme emergencies, it would be better left unused in his presence.
Humility: As out of character as it may seem, Fenris can be incredibly humble at times. When it comes to his intelligence he does not flaunt it and will often brush it off as less important than it is. His sense of superiority is ever-present but (normally) well concealed, and that takes supreme amounts of effort on his part. This, he considers a strength.
Combat: Though in the heat of a serious battle Fenny relies on brute force more than he does on wit, he is adept at tearing apart his targets. He does not bat an eye and there is no hesitation in doing so. He is tenacious, and in a fight will go to any means to achieve his end.
Leadership: If asked, Fenris will attribute his strong leadership qualities to the royalty in his blood. While he might never be king, he would certainly make a superior war general. Fen demands respect from those beneath him but is capable of looking at the larger picture and, in most cases, remaining unbiased when it comes to selecting the proper courses to take. There are of course, as always, exceptions, but he prefers not to speak of them.
Ego: While it may seem contradictory to the claim that Fenris is humble, anyone who knows him knows that he is just as often narcissistic. It is his belief that he is superior that has gotten him into much trouble, and truthfully his humility is a rather recent development that he isn't entirely sure is permanent.
Obsessive: Fenris is a hunter by nature. Like any true wolf he will track, corner, and kill his prey regardless of the obstacles he faces. He is nearly unshakable in his hunts, and has the clear and cool eyes of a killer that can unnerve even the most seasoned warrior if they find his sights are locked on them.
Stubbornness: It goes hand and hand with his sometimes obsessive personality. Fenris has a difficult time adapting to new situations and does so much more slowly than most other people. Drastic and sudden changes can often stress him, and to avoid emotional displays or breakdowns he will usually vehemently fight and/or deny the right for such changes to happen. Fenris is, at best, a teenager at heart who had very little opportunity to mature due to his imprisonment, so his lashing out to keep things the way he likes them is, to some degree, to be expected.
To See Loki's Good Name Restored: Fenris loves his father and will fight tooth and nail to be sure that the respect and the titles he deserves are returned to him. Loki is as fitting of a King for Asgard - or any of the other nine realms - as Thor is, if not more so. Fen believes this wholeheartedly, and though the vast majority of the story surrounding his father's fall is unknown to him, supports his quest for recompence (despite believing he should need to do nothing to earn it) and is intent to see that all qualms with Loki are written off.
To Be Reunited With His Own Children: It has been many a year since Fenris has seen his own sons, wolves and shapeshifters like himself, and he misses and loves them dearly. He understands the hatred people feel for them and, at times, it physically pains him. They would often be what he and Loki spoke of when his own father came to visit, and Fenris is eager for the day they meet again.
To fulfill and rewrite his prophecy: Because the prophecy spells out death for him after the murder of Odin at Ragnarok, Fenris is eager to change the course of history foretold. He impatiently awaits the day that he finally gets to tear the Allfather limb from limb and consume him, and afterwards, he wishes to kill the one who is meant to kill him, Víðarr.
The Death of One He Cares For: Fenris’ love is strong, and it makes up a core and essential part of who he is. To lose any that he holds near and dear could very well be the final blow that cracks him and destroys his sanity, which is the last thing he wants for himself. Despite his reputation, Fenris is not needlessly destructive, but he fears me might become the monster so many wish to label him if his family is taken from him.
Ragnarok: Though he awaits the day with an excited buzz of anticipation, Fenris fears it as much as he wills it to come. Nothing is set in stone and realizes this, and even if he succeeds in killing Odin, he might soon after meet his end. There is nothing that guarantees him that he will win that fight, and so a part of him remains grateful that the day has not yet come, though he does fear that he can smell it on the horizon.
Týr: Though it seems silly, Fenris fears the God who’s hand he happily consumed. It may be a source of great pride, but Fen never truly meant to hurt anyone – he had been afraid and trying to save his own skin. Týr was not the one who had given the order to banish him, and therefore he holds little against him, though he fears that the War God might not be so forgiving.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Fenris can be humble at best, despite his upbringing to be proud despite his situation and all odds. He's sly, understated, and often prefers to stick to himself. Despite this he's incredibly attached to and protective of those he considers his family - namely, his father and his sons. His siblings are capable of taking care of themselves and he knows this, though he can still become agitated and fierce if they are placed in any position of danger.
Fenris does have a tendency to bit too tense at times, but he does know how to let loose and have fun. Hunting is a sport to him, one he takes quite seriously, though he does enjoy it though after so long without the capability, he has begun to make a game out of it. Still he's focused, determined and doesn't stop until everything is perfect. If he's not careful he can become somewhat obsessed with what he's doing and can let it dictate his life - this is something his family members always looked out for prior to his imprisonment, and something they will have to keep an eye on even now. Time has not changed him much, if it has changed him at all.
Despite his nature Fenris can be nurturing, kind, and is a good friend to have when he's well fed thanks to his generally level-headed personality and good sense of humor. He does have a temper but he usually does a good job of keeping it in check until he or someone he cares for is threatened. When angry he can be rather cruel, frightening, and destructive – which, unfortunately is most of what he is known for.
For now, Fenris is a nomad. Since Hela freed him, he has sometimes taken refuge in Hel with her. Now, however, he has made his journey to Midgard in search of his father and has no real or permanent residence.
Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief The Goddess Angerboda
Hela, Goddess of Death Jörmungandr
Sköll and Hati, his sons. They are both wolves like himself. Sköll chases the horses who carry the sun, and Hati the pair who carry the moon.
There have been many, but currently there are none.
Even in the moments before his birth, a troublesome future had been laid out for Fenrir Lokison. Prophecies foretold of his future, his mighty size and mightier temper. The first son and second child of the adopted Prince of Asgard, Loki, it was unsurprising that he garnered more attention than could be beneficial for anyone's well being, and the child felt the pressure and the distrust before he had even learned to speak. It was this unexplained hatred for him that pushed the child into his own mind, crafting an introvert out of him. Later he would blame this preconceived notion of who he was going to be for who he would actually become.
Born in his human form, it was not long after that Fenris made his first transformation into the wolf that prophecy had said he might become. He grew at twice the speed of other children, finding comfort in his differences and in the lack of company he kept rather than seeking friendship and cohorts to call his own. Rather than craft a circle of companions like others his age might have, Fenris tailed his father and his elder sister when she was readily available and learned from them. He found comfort in his pack, so to speak, and in the way that they too were outcasts. Monsters, people called them, and though it pained Fenrir to face the term, he knew well enough that he could only find true love in those who were one in the same.
Fenrir had taken the nickname Fenris and had made it his own shortly before reaching maturity, crafting it from a shortened form of another of the terms used to address him. It was his first real mark of independence as he grew and began to become his own man, not merely a shadow of those he cared for.
Love did not come to Fenris in a traditional sense. He found very little pleasure in monogamy despite having a deep desire from it, and he began his search for his mate in a reckless manner. He laid with more people than he could count on his hands and his feet, desperate to find someone worth keeping and failing each time. It was through these frantic throes of passion that both his sons were born, and though he did not love their mother he was immediately enamored with his children and sought to become a father they might be proud of.
Unfortunately Fenris was never given the time to forge the foundations of a family. Odin was growing restless, more and more so with each passing day. The day that the order to imprison Fenris was passed is one few Asgardians will ever forget, because it was the day that the son of Loki branded himself permanently as the beast they had already decided he was.
When they came to take him, Fenris fought, but not out of anger. Like a wounded animal backed into a corner, the wolf lashed out in fear, and in doing so managed to consume to hand of a great and powerful God of War. That had, it appeared, been the final straw that had sealed his fate, and Odin had him bound for what should have been eternity.
The first dragging millennia of his imprisonment was full of painful escape attempts and violent thrashing against his binds. The agony he endured wore him down, and finally he relented to what had been forced upon him. The only relief he got in his cell were the periodic visits from his father, and occasionally the projection of his sister to console him. He would cry when they would come, and cry when they wouldn't. He was miserable and pitiful, and though he had always been a loner he hated the feeling that he no longer had a choice.
Centuries or more passed - Fenris had stopped counting - but he could still feel tensions rising. He felt the pain when the balance was thrown to the wind, and then he felt ease for a time, the steady build beginning to grow once again, this time more rapidly. He knew that something serious was coming when his sister appeared to him in the flesh and freed him with the magic he so often envied. He knew immediately what he needed to do, and after a long period of conditioning and restoration in Hel with his elder sibling, Fenris was off to Midgard to find his father, now an even greater outcast of their home realm.
To say that Fenris was discontented to find Loki under the authority of Thor would have been an understatement. His uncle had, for many years, been one of the many banes of the fame wolf's existence. It did not help that the lack of support from the God of Thunder when the Allfather had cast him away had wounded him. Fenris has yet to make contact with either - he's waiting for the opportune moment to strike, and he knows it will come soon.
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