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Dark Eternity The Lone Wolf Knight
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Name: Fenris Greyback
Age: Unknown, presumably reaching 300
Species: Werewolf,
Gender: Male
Human Appearance:
Countless scars are scattered across Fenris' figure. His back is painted with the remains of clawmarks and whips. One eye was slashed, though the sight slowly returned to it. The most prominent scar is a massive spot on the throat, rendering the man's voice almost inaudible, if he does not raise his voice too far. As in clothing, Fenris keeps making himself fur coats from his natural prey. Anything else about his body is formed by nature. A natural skin tone formed by the summers of the Scandinavian lands, long hair that is crudely cut to not grow further than his neck, along with a short beard.
Beast Appearance:
Personality:
As a man formed by his beastly curse, Fenris remains rather short tempered and with low social traits. His brute strength overpowers his rational thought too fast, creating a very brutal image of the man. There is not much else to be seen or heard of the man. He takes what he wants and ever so often speaks what he thinks. He also has a slight distrust towards Demons and Vampires, for the same reason he hates himself...
Brief History:
As the son of a hunter, Fenris learned the ways of survival amidst the cold desert of Scandinavia. For a hunter in such a harsh environment, it was take what you need and leave nothing to rot. Rabbits were three days nourishment. It all supported the survival of the people of the village. Sometimes, they would defend the village from bandits. At these moments, everything the bandits owned weren't wasted. Their weapons were melted down to make new tools. Their clothes were fitted for the farmers.
Often enough, hunting lead to meeting bandits as well. During winter, Fenris got rid of his tracks and often hid in the snow when he noticed someone unknown approaching. The problems were the summers, where snow would either be too flat to cover oneself, or it would have melted away. Such a summer brought up the demise of Fenris human life and the life of his village. Bandits have found him on the way back to the village, but left him running. He lead them straight to the village without him knowing. The night after, a full moon, was a true bloodbath. Wolves attack the village, but they were more fierce and even more stronger than one.
At day, the village was burned down, the villagers killed besides a few, and those were given a curse greater than death. For a long time, they were treated as slaves, fed only the smallest bits of meat and beaten. Fenris was the only one that survived the ordeals, only to be given a ritual that these werewolves gave to newcomers.
The werewolves returned to their huts inside a forest. They celebrated with a large meal, which was a massive feast of wolf meat and blood for Fenris. As the night was coming closer, the first lycans began to change, while Fenris was bound to a cross on the ground. Then, he was fed more blood, but this time the werewolves were donating the blood. Staring at the full moon, Fenris felt the curse gnaw at his body, changing it in grotesque forms. Even for a werewolf, Fenris' grew into a monster, taller and stronger.
With the thirst for flesh and revenge still boiling inside his guts, Fenris broke free and fought the bandits. During the fighting, he took large beatings from many of the lycans, the Alpha being clearly overpowering them all. In the fight against him, Fenris lost his eye, giving sight to the scar what it is nowadays. Feeling defeat crawling closer, he fled.
For a while, Fenris roamed the forests of lower Scandinavia, his curse leaving him to the sight of a werewolf. He only learned slowly how to become human again.
Once, Fenris met fellow werewolves. Little did he remember the remains of the bandit pack that once cursed him into this state. He traveled months with them, being sort of an Alpha for the group. Together, they hunted within the forests, raided merchant carriages and even attacked villages at full moon.
One such raids was leading the werewolf pack to a village with demons living there. It was too late for Fenris to draw back, as a group of demons advanced on him to defend the village, the rest of the pack leaving him behind as an act of revenge for Fenris' slaughter amongst the bandits. During the fight against the demons, he met strength against power with an old demon, who pulled out Fenris' throat and tossed him into a river. It was to Fenris' strength and ways of survival that made him stay alive.
Seeing there was nothing to hold the Greyback in place, little alone the fear of getting hunted by the demons, Fenris travelled across the lands of Europe, only to find himself on a ship to England in the late 1790s. Since then, he kept hunting in the land, finding himself on the edges of London ever so often to drag a helpless person into the night.
Age: Unknown, presumably reaching 300
Species: Werewolf,
Gender: Male
Human Appearance:
Countless scars are scattered across Fenris' figure. His back is painted with the remains of clawmarks and whips. One eye was slashed, though the sight slowly returned to it. The most prominent scar is a massive spot on the throat, rendering the man's voice almost inaudible, if he does not raise his voice too far. As in clothing, Fenris keeps making himself fur coats from his natural prey. Anything else about his body is formed by nature. A natural skin tone formed by the summers of the Scandinavian lands, long hair that is crudely cut to not grow further than his neck, along with a short beard.
Beast Appearance:
Personality:
As a man formed by his beastly curse, Fenris remains rather short tempered and with low social traits. His brute strength overpowers his rational thought too fast, creating a very brutal image of the man. There is not much else to be seen or heard of the man. He takes what he wants and ever so often speaks what he thinks. He also has a slight distrust towards Demons and Vampires, for the same reason he hates himself...
Brief History:
Born as the son of a very strong warrior of a village somewhere in the white deserts of the northern Scandinavia, Fenris learned that survival was the only thing that mattered. To achieve survival, one must become stronger than nature and outfight any hindrance. Take what you need and leave nothing to rot. These were the teachings of his father, until Fenris came off age to fight amongst the warriors. They charged into battle many times, slaughtered and marauded everything and everyone. This was the way of their tribe.
Until one moonlit night, Fenris and his tribe was surviving, living and prospering like their fathers and their grandfathers did. This moonlit night was the attack of another tribe. They prayed to false gods, those that would live with ordinary animals amongst the woods, or between humans as a fake shade, like the tale of the wolf hiding within a sheep's pelt amongst the rest of the flock. This tribe attacked with wolves far greater than any man or beast could stand. The bloodbath lasted the whole night, leaving the beasts return to human form with the first spark of daylight. To Fenris tiring body, this meant victory in defeat. Too many men were slaughtered in the night and his tribe could no longer defend themselves. He fell to his knees and accepted a death on the battlefield.
But no death, no slavery was given to the man, other than what made him the fearsome beast he is now. The tribe brought the man into their lands, where they fed him a whole month with wolf meat and nothing to drink. Only Fenris' strength kept him alive throughout these days when he was treated like the flock of animals the villagers kept with them. And then there was the next full moon.
The day before, they traveled to a forest not too far from the village. In it's center, there was a glade with a stone altar, as crude as nature could form it. Bound to it, Fenris had to endure a rite of the most grotesque forms. Blood of wolves and men alike was sprayed across Fenris' body, while he was fed once more with the flesh of the howling creatures. Only this time, the full moon stirred something within him. The rite, mixed with the blood of werewolves, cursed Fenris to join their ranks and become something much stronger. His body twisted and formed a werewolf, though it kept growing to stand higher than any other lycan.
Driven by the beast, Fenris broke free and slaughtered the tribe, leaving none alive and himself forever bound to the figure of a wolf. After a long time, he learned to form a human body. To that point, it was only a treat for the beast, since he had no more business with the humans. He was still surviving. This was all he required.
Once, he met fellow werewolves, like the ones that defeated him before his curse. He traveled with them for a while, until he noticed the pack being lead by a Demon. A fight broke loose, in which the Demon pulled Fenris' throat out and left him to die, but the man's strengths kept him alive once more, though beaten to a miserable, wounded dog, living amidst the woods.
Other, more recent events with hunters, gave the man a new reason to stand with his kin and others alike. Since then, he attends the meetings of the Council, though never aligned himself with any pack, nor did he ever raise his beasty voice.
Until one moonlit night, Fenris and his tribe was surviving, living and prospering like their fathers and their grandfathers did. This moonlit night was the attack of another tribe. They prayed to false gods, those that would live with ordinary animals amongst the woods, or between humans as a fake shade, like the tale of the wolf hiding within a sheep's pelt amongst the rest of the flock. This tribe attacked with wolves far greater than any man or beast could stand. The bloodbath lasted the whole night, leaving the beasts return to human form with the first spark of daylight. To Fenris tiring body, this meant victory in defeat. Too many men were slaughtered in the night and his tribe could no longer defend themselves. He fell to his knees and accepted a death on the battlefield.
But no death, no slavery was given to the man, other than what made him the fearsome beast he is now. The tribe brought the man into their lands, where they fed him a whole month with wolf meat and nothing to drink. Only Fenris' strength kept him alive throughout these days when he was treated like the flock of animals the villagers kept with them. And then there was the next full moon.
The day before, they traveled to a forest not too far from the village. In it's center, there was a glade with a stone altar, as crude as nature could form it. Bound to it, Fenris had to endure a rite of the most grotesque forms. Blood of wolves and men alike was sprayed across Fenris' body, while he was fed once more with the flesh of the howling creatures. Only this time, the full moon stirred something within him. The rite, mixed with the blood of werewolves, cursed Fenris to join their ranks and become something much stronger. His body twisted and formed a werewolf, though it kept growing to stand higher than any other lycan.
Driven by the beast, Fenris broke free and slaughtered the tribe, leaving none alive and himself forever bound to the figure of a wolf. After a long time, he learned to form a human body. To that point, it was only a treat for the beast, since he had no more business with the humans. He was still surviving. This was all he required.
Once, he met fellow werewolves, like the ones that defeated him before his curse. He traveled with them for a while, until he noticed the pack being lead by a Demon. A fight broke loose, in which the Demon pulled Fenris' throat out and left him to die, but the man's strengths kept him alive once more, though beaten to a miserable, wounded dog, living amidst the woods.
Other, more recent events with hunters, gave the man a new reason to stand with his kin and others alike. Since then, he attends the meetings of the Council, though never aligned himself with any pack, nor did he ever raise his beasty voice.
As the son of a hunter, Fenris learned the ways of survival amidst the cold desert of Scandinavia. For a hunter in such a harsh environment, it was take what you need and leave nothing to rot. Rabbits were three days nourishment. It all supported the survival of the people of the village. Sometimes, they would defend the village from bandits. At these moments, everything the bandits owned weren't wasted. Their weapons were melted down to make new tools. Their clothes were fitted for the farmers.
Often enough, hunting lead to meeting bandits as well. During winter, Fenris got rid of his tracks and often hid in the snow when he noticed someone unknown approaching. The problems were the summers, where snow would either be too flat to cover oneself, or it would have melted away. Such a summer brought up the demise of Fenris human life and the life of his village. Bandits have found him on the way back to the village, but left him running. He lead them straight to the village without him knowing. The night after, a full moon, was a true bloodbath. Wolves attack the village, but they were more fierce and even more stronger than one.
At day, the village was burned down, the villagers killed besides a few, and those were given a curse greater than death. For a long time, they were treated as slaves, fed only the smallest bits of meat and beaten. Fenris was the only one that survived the ordeals, only to be given a ritual that these werewolves gave to newcomers.
The werewolves returned to their huts inside a forest. They celebrated with a large meal, which was a massive feast of wolf meat and blood for Fenris. As the night was coming closer, the first lycans began to change, while Fenris was bound to a cross on the ground. Then, he was fed more blood, but this time the werewolves were donating the blood. Staring at the full moon, Fenris felt the curse gnaw at his body, changing it in grotesque forms. Even for a werewolf, Fenris' grew into a monster, taller and stronger.
With the thirst for flesh and revenge still boiling inside his guts, Fenris broke free and fought the bandits. During the fighting, he took large beatings from many of the lycans, the Alpha being clearly overpowering them all. In the fight against him, Fenris lost his eye, giving sight to the scar what it is nowadays. Feeling defeat crawling closer, he fled.
For a while, Fenris roamed the forests of lower Scandinavia, his curse leaving him to the sight of a werewolf. He only learned slowly how to become human again.
Once, Fenris met fellow werewolves. Little did he remember the remains of the bandit pack that once cursed him into this state. He traveled months with them, being sort of an Alpha for the group. Together, they hunted within the forests, raided merchant carriages and even attacked villages at full moon.
One such raids was leading the werewolf pack to a village with demons living there. It was too late for Fenris to draw back, as a group of demons advanced on him to defend the village, the rest of the pack leaving him behind as an act of revenge for Fenris' slaughter amongst the bandits. During the fight against the demons, he met strength against power with an old demon, who pulled out Fenris' throat and tossed him into a river. It was to Fenris' strength and ways of survival that made him stay alive.
Seeing there was nothing to hold the Greyback in place, little alone the fear of getting hunted by the demons, Fenris travelled across the lands of Europe, only to find himself on a ship to England in the late 1790s. Since then, he kept hunting in the land, finding himself on the edges of London ever so often to drag a helpless person into the night.
Dark Eternity The Lone Wolf Knight
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Well, here we go. I just lost myself to his history, though.
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Creepers gotta creep.
Dark - I'll look over it in just a moment.
Posted the IC. Remember its evening now and you're to be headed to the council meeting. After these initial posts we'll give more creative license, I just want us to start on the same page/location. :)
Dark - I'll look over it in just a moment.
Posted the IC. Remember its evening now and you're to be headed to the council meeting. After these initial posts we'll give more creative license, I just want us to start on the same page/location. :)
GM
Dark - very interesting. So you have a rogue wolf that aligns himself with no one? What are your plans for him? Will he join the other wolves to give his thoughts over the three days of deliberations?
I actually think that him working with Dagon would be a great idea.
Also, nice pic of Hrithik Roshan, Katelyn.
Also, nice pic of Hrithik Roshan, Katelyn.
Dark Eternity The Lone Wolf Knight
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He does not align himself with no one per se. He tends to keep himself drawn in the back, mostly due to his rather unnatural traits, his hunger and his age. It might happen that he cannot stand watching "some pups" trying to govern all werewolves. My first thoughts on him were more about his "inverse" lycanthropy. He cannot stay human for too long, forcing him to become werewolf ever so often, mostly accompanied or caused by hunger. This should leave some big(ger) traces from time to time, no?
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Potato said
I actually think that him working with Dagon would be a great idea.Also, nice pic of Hrithik Roshan, Katelyn.
Awesome. This means you would not be at the council meeting, but rather in cahoots with Bane's bad boy. Feel free to create another character if you want to be at the council meeting and if not, then I'll let you and Bane work out your evil plans.
Dark - I like the angle and that he is different. He would not be welcomed at the council meeting because he is not aligned with Felix/Adrian. It's not an open forum for anyone who wants to come, but for members of the race that rest beneath the council's guidance. So I'll let you chew on that and think about how you want to start him. Him not being capable of staying in human form very long is something I like as well, what I don't like is that a demon is noted as running a wolf pack in your Cs. I'm not sure how that would occur seeing that demons are not were's and therefore wouldn't be in charge of another speicies within the world we've created. If its some bastardized version of something he stumbled upon, that's fine. He's seemingly older and stronger than our current Alpha, so let's think about how that's going to be played out via the IC together.
Deamonbane
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Dark Eternity.... You are awesome because Mads Fucking Mikkelson! That is all...
Dark Eternity The Lone Wolf Knight
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I can still change the Demon thing, if it seems illogical. But couldn't there be older instances, in which Demons would overpower a small pack of werewolves and dominate them?
In any way, I would need to change the last part of his history anyway. Just letting him roam England for a while, then.
In any way, I would need to change the last part of his history anyway. Just letting him roam England for a while, then.
Also, guys, just so we all know - the werewolves, unlike vampires and demons, are entirely mortal. We've estimated most to live to be about 300 when they start to really fall off the edge and die. Alphas voluntarily step down, out of tradition, at about 250 years old - even if pure-bred - and will very, very likely die within a century thereafter. Not to mention that in a majority of cases, the hierarchy is almost etched into a werewolf's brain irrefutably - it's rare to fight against the order of an officially named Alpha. Not impossible, but it feels unnatural to them and most will let that feeling alone prevent them from action. With the Demon-werewolf pack thing, it wouldn't really work still. The demons have very little access to their "true demonic form" and a whole pack of werewolves would likely be able to overpower a single demon. Not to mention, the Council would quickly act on an atrocity like that. ^_^
And we want your werewolf around, Dark, but there we'd like to keep molding it to fit a little bit better ^^ Simply so that everything fits smoothly and keeps the story consistent. <3 It's very creative though, so we want to have that new facet of plot added in.
And we want your werewolf around, Dark, but there we'd like to keep molding it to fit a little bit better ^^ Simply so that everything fits smoothly and keeps the story consistent. <3 It's very creative though, so we want to have that new facet of plot added in.
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Dark Eternity said
I can still change the Demon thing, if it seems illogical. But couldn't there be older instances, in which Demons would overpower a small pack of werewolves and dominate them?In any way, I would need to change the last part of his history anyway. Just letting him roam England for a while, then.
I'm thinking that you might want to adjust the demon ruling to a pure-bred wolf ruling and him being so harsh to you because you were not pure-bred. Just a thought seeing that the demon part is the only thing that gives me pause.
Talk to me about where he will be when the council is in attendance or are you going to have him gift false or true pledge to Felix/Adrian simply to have a place in the room?
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Bravo, Bane. I enjoyed that.
The wide spread emotion... I make love to a wolf and you bash in a man's head. :P
The wide spread emotion... I make love to a wolf and you bash in a man's head. :P
Deamonbane
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Priorities priorities...
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Hahahahah... Touche.
I remember that when my girl needs a good lay. You're busy. :)
I remember that when my girl needs a good lay. You're busy. :)
Deamonbane
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Demons are always busy... haven't you ever watched Supernatural?
Dark Eternity The Lone Wolf Knight
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So... If I would take Scout's data into account, the whole backstory from Fenris would break apart.
The history about the tribes was referring to the Vikings, with them being accounted to mid 11th century at the very last. At the early 15th century, you could scratch tribal communities as a common thing off the map, since the whole Kings and Dukes thing was established within that time period. Not shortly after, pagan communities died off as well, more or less forced into secrecy by a few charming people known as Christians.
Then the ordeal about the Demon pack leader, though I have to admit that I took a giant leap at that one.
Last but not least the allegiance and the seat at the Council problem. I want him to stay independent for some backstory reasons, mostly in connection with the fight with the demon. The Council seat would not matter in this case, since I have other plans for him, rather than letting him sit in a room and be someone's (rather big) pet dog.
Well, to sum things up... I need to rewrite the history in total :D I will try and edge my way around things. Open to suggestions, though.
The history about the tribes was referring to the Vikings, with them being accounted to mid 11th century at the very last. At the early 15th century, you could scratch tribal communities as a common thing off the map, since the whole Kings and Dukes thing was established within that time period. Not shortly after, pagan communities died off as well, more or less forced into secrecy by a few charming people known as Christians.
Then the ordeal about the Demon pack leader, though I have to admit that I took a giant leap at that one.
Last but not least the allegiance and the seat at the Council problem. I want him to stay independent for some backstory reasons, mostly in connection with the fight with the demon. The Council seat would not matter in this case, since I have other plans for him, rather than letting him sit in a room and be someone's (rather big) pet dog.
Well, to sum things up... I need to rewrite the history in total :D I will try and edge my way around things. Open to suggestions, though.
GM
Let me chew on it a bit too. I like where you're going and we need that in the wolf area. I just need to see how to make it work with the greater story as well. We can figure this out together. :)
GambolMuse Resurrected from the PBP graveyard!
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Rather silly question, but I assume there is no particular posting order? ^^
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Absolutely not.
If you're the first in your group, just make sure you show up in the council room for your species by the end alone. If you're leader has posted then they should be in the group room at the end of their post, so make sure you join them at the end of yours. :)
If you're the first in your group, just make sure you show up in the council room for your species by the end alone. If you're leader has posted then they should be in the group room at the end of their post, so make sure you join them at the end of yours. :)
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