Post by William Fenris on Oct 18, 2017 8:52:46 GMT -5
William Oscar Logan Fenris
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Name: William Oscar Logan Fenris
Nickname: Will, Billy, Fen, Wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Fairytale: The Grimms Fairy Tales
Year: 7
Face Claim: Ben Whishaw
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Personality:
William is not like the rest of his family. Will is shy, creative and not pushy. Despite his animalistic traits, he’d rather use his brain than his brawn, which he is severely lacking in. Wolves are usually considered to be sneaky individuals with bad temperaments but William can be quite cheerey and enjoys his own company. He likes to read too, something that his illiterate family are not interested in. He often finds himself sneaking into the villages. He struggles with interactions at first, does not like confrontation.
Appearance:
William’s human form is gangly and quite hairy. Even if he’s shaved, due to his hairy nature, he always has some sort of stubble. He has big ears, large dark eyes and a pointed nose. His eyes seem intense because of his thick eyebrows, but his lopsided smile and sharp teeth are always kind and sincere. His resting face does appear quite sullen.
He’s usually seen in baggy jeans, big knitted jumpers (He really has a thing for wool.) black red and washed out colours, he’s always covered up, even in summer months.
History:
William is the youngest son of Peter Worrell Fenris, who in turn was the son of Lyall Logan Fenris. They are better known to the community as the Big Bad Wolf, a title that’s past down from father to son. A threat to those who don’t mind themselves in the fairytale world. William wants no part of the name, he wishes to not be the stuff of infamy as his family have been before. His older brothers can continue the name, he doesn’t want a part of it.
He has always lived out in a campsite in the large roaming grasses, camps of wolf kind, raring for blood and fighting. He has always been an outcast, and just wants to run away, but to where? Who would have a wolf?
So when the message got to him, that the school of Tintagel were looking for students, he was intrigued. As far as he knew, the school had been closed down for years, and yet, the offer -- human life -- a chance at adventure -- a chance of escape, he snuck away to the portal that he was told was waiting for him.
Other: MY WOLF BABY!!!
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His old world had been flooded with water when he had jumped through the portal. The thunder cracked the sky open as the rain fell as he rushed to the location he was told he’d find the portal. He had no belongings, only the letter he had pressed within his jaws. The words he knew and recognised. He knew what they meant.
Human Life.
Schooling
Tintagel
Magic
Tintagel was a name that his father had mentioned, he had been offered the chance and he turned it down. Wolves didn’t need schooling, when they had the pack.
A pack that didn’t accept him. He was the runt of the pack. the outcast, the lone wolf.
And maybe a lone wolf didn’t belong in the pack, but at this other magical place.
He didn’t even get a chance to take a breath, the moment he arrived in the right location, he was pulled in, magnetized --- and as he did his wolfish body was already becoming something else, something more.
Claws became fingernails, his fur became hair, and reduced away. In less than five minutes, the wolf cub became a young teenage man, long legged, sat in the courtyard wearing a long jumper and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. Tintagel clearly knew how to keep the animals modest. He tried his voice, hand reaching his neck. It hadn’t hurt, only felt odd. The way you feel when you try on someone else's shoes. Warm, and not quite fitted just yet.
Still, his voice came out, quiet, but moderately deep when he did speak. He murmured out a ‘Hello?’ understanding the common tongue, and finding himself standing on wobbly legs, already feeling both odd and normal. As though he had already learnt this before and he was just remembering it again. “Hello, is….is anybody there?”
He just hoped that with his increasing bad luck he’d not jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
