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Fenrisúlfr Lokison
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Name: Fenrisúlfr Lokison
Nickname: Fenrir, Fen
Gender: Male
Age: appearing 19
Sexuality: Mostly heterosexual, but largely uninterested
Fairytale: Norse Mythology
Year: University
Face Claim: Jensen Ackles
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Personality: Fenrir is a lot more complicated than he first appears, at first glance he's quiet, sullen and quick to anger. He also probably seems a little dense, not exactly a deep thinker, way more brains than brawn.
Once people get to know him, which is a rare occurance as he's prone to pushing them away and keeping his distance, they might come to realise that there is a lot lurking beneath the surface.
He's angry and sullen because his future is decided for him, because he is destined to do something he doesn't want to do, and feels like his entire character is decided based on that one action. He feels he's expected to be snappy, to be bad, and that he can't get away from that image - it doesn't help that he has a very short fuse and gets angry easily.
He thinks more philosophically than it first appears, but rarely voices what's really going on inside his head, prefering to keep his own counsel. He doesn't like change, or things that he doesn't instantly understand, so new places take him a while to adjust to.
It's rare to see him smiling or playful, he's often very serious even when doing something he enjoys, and he's definitely more the lone wolf type than much of a pack animal. He's untrusting, he's had little reason to trust most of the people he's encountered in the past, so he isn't inclined to start now.
Appearance: Fenrir is a big guy, not overly tall but definitely not short, he's also stocky and muscular, adding to his imposing appearance. Add a near-constant scowl and he doesn't look approachable in the slightest. Before coming to Tintagel, Fenrir was a very large, ferocious wolf, and something of that shows in him even now, although there's no obvious signs, he has the aura of a predator about him, and he can be a little wolf-like in his mannerisms.
He favours dark colours, used to having darker fur that blended into the shadows, he doesn't like to be too noticeable. Comfortable clothes are preferred, casual and simple things without too many buttons or complexities, as he's never had to wear them before he doesn't really understand clothes and gets easily frustrated with all but the most basic of garments. He'd genuinely run around naked if he could get away with it, not out of any sense of sexuality, just because he's more comfortable in his own skin. Since he doesn't like to draw attention to himself, clothes are the order of the day.
He's not always clean-shaven and his hair is usually left to get quite scruffy, but he does try to keep up with some of the personal grooming habits expected, if only because he's discovered that keeping short hair and no beard is actually easier than looking after anything longer (unless, of course, he wants to look like a crazy hobo and attract lots of stares), it also means he blends in just that little bit more.
He's got that ruggedly handsome thing going on but he's not even remotely aware of it, it isn't that he doesn't think himself attractive, more that he doesn't think about it at all. Being, technically, a wolf, he doesn't really have any awareness of human attractiveness.
History: Fenrir is the eldest child of Loki and the jotunn Angrboða, the elder brother to Jörmungandr and Hel. When he was born it was foretold that when Ragnarok came, he would kill Odin. Because of the prophecies concerning the trouble that he and his siblings would cause, the gods brought the three of them to Odin. Hel was thrown into Niflheim, and Jörmungandr cast into the sea surrounding their land.
They brought Fenrir up amongst them, although only Týr was brave enough to approach and bring him food, leading to a somewhat lonely existance. The gods noticed that Fenrir was growing rapidly and, because of the prophecies, decided to bind him.
They first attempted with a fetter named Leyding, suggesting to Fenrir that he try his strength. He agreed, and the gods placed the fetter on him. He freed himself from the binding with a single kick.
They brought a second fetter named Dromi, telling the young wolf that he would be famous if he could break it. He decided his strength had grown since he broke Leyding, and agreed to be bound a second time.
Again he freed himself, and the gods asked some dwarfs to make a third fetter. This was called Gleipnir, and it was made from six mythical ingredients. The binding appeared as a silken ribbon, but was far stronger. The gods challenged Fenrir to tear it, and said if he could not break the ribbon, he wouldn't be anything for them to fear and could go free.
Fenrir didn't trust them to release him should he be unable to free himself, and asked that one of the gods place their hand in his mouth as a sign of good faith. Týr was the only one brave enough to agree.
Fenrir was unable to free himself from the fetter, which grew stronger and tighter with every attempt to kick it off, causing the gods to laugh. In retaliation and anger, Fenrir bit off Týr's hand.
The gods anchored his bonds where he stood and left him there, supposed to be enchained until Ragnarok.
He remained there for many years, until he was freed by forces unknown (though he suspects his father has something to do with it) and brought through the portal here, to Tintagel.
Other: Dreams do come true.
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Clothes, at least, had one advantage over fur - it was easy enough to change how many clothes you were wearing when the weather changed. It was certainly easier to take off a jacket than to stand there panting and attracting attention to himself, or diving into the nearest lake. Although that actually sounded pretty tempting, nobody else seemed to have the same idea. It wasn't that Fenrir wanted company, because he definitely didn't, but he hated making a fool of himself. Waiting until somebody else did what he wanted to do ensured that it wouldn't be considered strange or silly.
Instead, an awful lot of people seemed to be eating some kind of frozen treat, with every sign of enjoyment. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before and resembled nothing so much as slightly melted snow, although perhaps it was a little smoother than that, and appeared to come in a rainbow of different colours.
After skulking around, following some people and listening to others, he had deduced that the product was called 'ice cream', and discovered a place one might purchase some. Approaching the counter, he simply pointed at the cone that somebody else had already gotten, nodding when the assistant asked if he would like the same. Handing over his money, he took the treat with nothing more than a small nod of thanks and walked away.
Taking a hearty bite of the ice cream, he immediately realised his mistake as the pain spread through his head, causing him to screw up his eyes and wince. Somebody walked past chuckled, making a comment about 'brain freeze'. Fenrir hated nothing more than people laughing at him, and he was angry at himself for his foolishness, so he turned round to the chuckling pedestrian with a growl. The guy looked startled as Fenrir rounded on him, throwing the ice cream to the ground in disgust. He grabbed the guy by the shirt, tugging his closer with a steely glare.
"Was that funny?" he growled, the young man stammering out a denial, eyes wide with terror. After a moment, Fenrir realised people were staring, that several people were approaching quite purposefully, looking for a fight. Abruptly, he dropped the other man, glaring at everybody and turning sharply, disappearing off into the street. He was angry, but he didn't necessarily want trouble, he had come here to try and get away from that.
So far so ...not good at all.
