Name: FenrirAlias: Fenrisúlfr
(Old Norse: "Fenris wolf")/Demon Wolf/Emperor of wolfs/Devour of Gods
Age: 21
Occupation: Brotherhood
Relationships: Loki
(father), Jormungand
(younger brother), Hel,
(younger sister) Angerboda
(mother) "A gentleman is simply a patient wolf."Personality: Bloodthirsty, vindictive, sarcastic, violent, gruesome, vulgar, sadistic and cunning. Never failing to show that he is and always will be a wild, crazed animal hungry for blood.
Even when being the oldest of three, Fenrir has always been the most childish and selfish one. He hardly ever takes anything serious, and would focus more on having a good time and having fun. He’s curious, and would do anything to get what he wants. If there something he wants, he gets it, no matter what. This makes him rather possessive and freely allows himself to claim anything to be his property, be it an object or living being, if he finds it interesting.
He would blindly kill anyone passing by without a second thought or regret, no matter what mood he’d be in. He enjoys making his
‘preys’ suffer, and would play with them in his own twisted way, giving them false hope before killing them. Other times, he’d kill one slowly by removing their limbs or eating them alive.
He never bothers to control his bad temper, as he usually snaps and would attack the closest thing that breathes. Be on his bad side, and he’ll never stop hunting you, and he’s the only one who gets to decide when a game of chase will end.
This wolf is nothing but a bloodthirsty killer who enjoys games, never passing up a chance to bath himself and his enemies in blood.
“Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?”History: The oldest of the three so called ‘chaos monsters’, Fenrir has like his younger brother and sister been feared since the day he was born. However, he didn’t’ question it as much, as he would always focus on having fun, but still make sure his younger siblings were always safe. After all, that’s the big brother’s job. He was always reckless and careless, always insisting on leaving their little hideout their father left them in to go out and play instead. He always tried to make the other two enjoy life like he did, make them forget about all the rumors and hate they had been forced to live with. To Fenrir, the prophecy never meant anything to him as he never believed in it himself. Even when being hated, he’s always felt proud of what he was.
“Rather be a monster than be like them,” he would often tell his small familiy whenever he tried to make them see things his way. That all the Aesir were wrong and not them, because really… what exactly had they done? All they did was
existing, like every other living being.
He would always be overprotective though as soon as he felt danger, and would always blame himself in silence whenever he thought he was to blame if one of the others got hurt. But he still recalls those days being ‘happy’, that’s why it was sadder to remember how it had all ended so fast.
One day while being out in hunt on his own, he had returned to find his siblings gone, and their home completely destroyed. Losing control and drowning in anger, the pup had ran to Aesir’s palace, and tried to kill and attack everyone.
He was easily stopped though, as he was still just a small pup and stood no chance against the gods. He would’ve been slaughtered right then and there if it hadn’t been for Tyr, the god of War, who had seen no point in killing him. Somehow, all the gods had decided to keep him as a pet, and even grown overly found of the wolf pup.
Time went by, Fenrir never saw either Hel or Jormungand again, but he had started to accept his new way of life and learned to like the gods. He grew especially close to Tyr, and looked up to the god as best friend and father figure. Unfortunately, this didn’t last either.
Fenrir had started to grow quickly, until he became almost larger than the giants. This worried the gods, as they were reminded of the prophecy and decided to get rid of him. Too bad they realized to late that once small pup had gotten more powerful than them. So they let the dwarfs create a rope that could bind anything, and nothing would be able to break loose from. They only had to make the wolf lay down long enough for them to bind him. So Tyr made a deal, Fenrir let them bind him and Tyr would place his hand in his mouth, to show that the wolf could trust them. Of course Fenrir believed him, and either did he think he the rope would hold him. He was wrong.
Tyr ended up losing his hand, Fenrir never got free and was hiden away somewhere to stay imprisoned to the end of days, never to be seen again.
Or so everyone thought.It is still unknown how Fenrir managed to escape, as what everyone knows of it was impossible to find and free the demon wolf. All they know is that somehow,
someone or
something has set the hungry and raged wolf free, who thirsted for revenge and would never stop until either he or everyone else dies by his claws. And who also wold now happily fulfill his
'prophecy'. Blood alone moves the wheels of historyPowers/Special talents: Like his younger brother, Fenrir is able to communicate with any animals he comes across due to being an animal himself.
He’s got all the same senses as any wolf has, even more amplified than a normal wolf would have. He can easily shape shift back and forth between his human and wolf forms (everything from adult wolfs, pups and/or more monstrous looking wolfs).
He possesses inhuman strength, agility, stealth, endurance and stamina. And instead of being able to sense it, like his younger brother, Fenrir is able to
smell people’s emotions and fears.
It's also said he's able to look through someone mind and control it with pure fear, and reveal one's worst nightmare.... however that has yet to been proven.
“It's madness for sheep to talk peace with a wolf.” If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground