|Name|Fenrir Lokison
|Alias(es)|Wolfgang Reinhardt
Fenrisúlfr
Hróðvitnir
Vánagandr
|Gender|Male
|Sexuality|Bisexual
|Relationship Status|Single
|Pantheon/Faith|Norse
|Occupation|High Class Dog Trainer...or at least that's what he does publicly; he's secretly a mule, smuggling contraband across borders (mostly weapons and drugs)
|Godly Appearance|The demon wolf stands thousands of feet tall, his massive paws able to destroy trees with a swat and a single tooth longer than a man. Fenrir possesses coarse, shaggy brown and black hair that is tangled and mussed every which way. His jaw stretches to impossible lengths, his long elongated teeth connected with thick, frothy saliva. A long, squirming prehensile tongue lolls from his mouth, slobbering with a blood lust echoing in his beedy amber eyes. Miscellaneous organsims have begun to grow on his body, moss greening his teeth at the gums and mold began growing in the corners of his eyes. A huge halberd is pressed into his mouth, the point of the sword digging into a yellow, infected wound where insects and maggots crawl. The hilt of the sword is shoved into the softness of the roof of his mouth, surrounding by a black, painful bruising. Large, thick cobwebs have formed in his ears, with hundreds and thousands of spiders crawling around in their new, permanent home. Pure white bone barely peeks out from his fur, glimpses only seen through his rippling hair and seemingly bulky muscles. Spit and blood mix together, gathering in his mouth until it spills to the floor and his claws are jagged and rotting, holes eating away at the once sharp weapons. A thin stark red ribbon is wrapped tightly around his legs, tying them together, where he is forced to lay until free. The circulation has nearly been cut off by gleipnir, his ribbon-entrapment, and if anyone were to peer at the skin clinging to bone and exposed muscle beneath his fur, they would see a blue-grey hueness that rivals the dead half of Hel.
|Earthly Appearance|Fenrir forsaked his monstrous wolf form for a more human one in order to fit into human society. He is most known for his curly hair that ends at the nape of his neck and is usually pushed back from his forehead - it tends to appear oily, no matter how much he washes it, and the grease tends to drive him crazy. He's considered handsome by most that he comes across, especially with his apathetic piercing eyes, sharp chin features with respectable cheekbones, and the perfect set of lips which are not too thick and not too thin. When amused, he has a tendency to smirk and furrow his eyebrows, causing a crease in his forehead, but adds to his enigmatic and dangerous allure. It is not so rare for him to fully laugh, and when he does, it reveals prominent two front teeth with a miniscule gap in between and a villianous-esque shape of his grin. He's of average height, standing at six feet, with a lean yet muscled body. He does have a bit of body hair on his chest and he tends to have stubble over his chin, remnants of his wolfish coat. Another example of evidence left after his fall from the Demon Wolf, is a scar on his tongue as well as slightly cracked nails. He has a
tattoo on his shoulder, featuring a wolf staring at the viewer through the tears in his bicep flesh; one half of the wolves is white, and the other is black - the two wolves represent his two sons, Skoll and Hati, for which he is extremely loyal to.
When it comes to his clothes, Fenrir tends towards the badboy, "I couldn't care less" line. He enjoys wearing hoodies and leather jackets with t-shirts, sometimes with lower necklines, or plaid shirts, with simple jeans and boots. He does, however, wear his favorite brown fingerless gloves and several silver rings on his fingers. Due to having spent most of his human life in Ireland, Fenrir has an Irish accent that he is quite proud of and believes makes his prospective lovers swoon on their feet. He hates wearing heavy cologne, but will spritz a bit on here and there when he sees fit. It is often hard to tell what Fenrir is thinking, though his face isn't passive and expresses his emotions, it often appears rapidly and is hard to analyze as one emotion or the other.
Fenrir is incredibly hot-headed and has a tendency to destroy things when mad. His ire is easily evoked and he tends to hold a mean grudge. He especially holds a grudge towards the Nordic gods due to them locking him up – and biting off a guy’s hand isn’t enough retribution for him. He isn’t the type that goes seeking for revenge, but if an opportunity appears, he would take it in a heartbeat, no matter the cost. His years of loneliness have left him bitter and perpetually angry inside, though he often hides it with a laidback attitude and snarky comments. Because of his harsh treatment, Fenrir can often be apathetically cruel and ruthless – he will do anything in order to get what he wants, being rather determined, and he is exceptionally petty. From his outermost layer to his innermost core, Fenrir is a criminal – if there’s a law about it, he most likely committed it (excluding bestiality and incest; though he has tried cannibalism, but it wasn’t quite his thing) – and rather lacks any morals. Not only is he a criminal, he is a heartbreaker as well; Fenrir has problems with commitment, whether it’s his fear of being betrayed once again, or his preference to not being tied down figuratively like he was once physically, is unknown. Though he does quite like sex and happens to have one-night stands habitually and constantly. His flirtatiousness and bad boy charm makes it relatively easy for him, too. Guys and girls just can’t resist him, it seems. Despite his rather strained relationship with his father, Fenrir is family-oriented and tries his best to protect them to the best of his ability, even if it means staying away as to not involve them in his criminal activity. However, though he’s extremely loyal to them, Fenrir does value himself overall and might use them here and there if he sees no other way around it. He doesn’t believe in heroics, but he does believe in sacrifice in order to protect your children, and Fenrir would do anything for his two sons, even if it means standing idly by as they live their immortal lives as common mutts.
Fenrir is unbelievably curious and believes in trying everything once. As such, he is rather adventurous and has an exhilarating, living-on-the-edge lifestyle that often attracts others to him – though not for a very long time, as if he stays with them, they typically leave him after a couple of weeks due to the recklessness that comes along with it. When with his current special someone, Fenrir has the ability to make them feel special, like precious diamonds, and like no other person in the world. Whether it’s from his carefully chosen compliments or his abandonment of his common bed-rule, people flock to him if only to have that above-the-world feeling. Though he sleeps around a lot, he would never treat his lover wrong, and is quite the gentleman and romantic; he always treats week-longs with nice, expensive dinners and one-nights with sweet candles and rose petals.
|Family|Hati - Fenrir's eldest son. He chased after the moon god, Mani, for most of his life; whenever he almost caught him, the Shinto moon god cut off his left hand. When it was time to give up their powers, Hati chose to remain as a wolf and Fenrir now takes care of him as his wolfdog. Because he is a regular dog rather than a god, he doesn't remember his life as a god or he doesn't possess the high order thinking that he had before.
Skoll - Skoll is Fenrir's second son. He used to chase Sol until Fenrir supposedly ate her; when it was time to give up their godly abilities, Skoll chose to remain as a canine to be with his brother and protect him now that he was missing a limb. Because he is a wolfdog now, Fenrir takes care of him at his house and pretends that he is his pet when mortal are around. Due to his lack of high order thinking, he doesn't remember his life as a dog which, in turn, has a horrible effect on Fenrir, who is distraught at seeing his sons like common mutts.
Loki - Fenrir's father. Fenrir is angry with his father and claims to hate him passionately because he never did anything to save him whenever he was tied up. However, he doesn't want to confront his father in fear of disrupting and breaking the family, and so he tends to avoid Loki and, when he does meet him, keep the interaction brief.
Sleipnir - Fenrir's older brother. Fenrir and him have a slightly tense, neutral relationship due to Sleipnir being the personal pet of Odin. Fenrir believes that it was degrading and is disgusting that Sleipnir subjected himself to such things. However, Fenrir doesn't typically voice this opinion unless he is incredibly mad at or frustrated with Sleipnir. Not only this, but his allegiance - whether it be reluctant or not - to Odin enrages Fenrir because of Odin's destruction of the family.
Hel - Fenrir's older sister. They do not typically talk as Fenrir's afraid of getting her and her family involved in his criminal activities. However, his worries typically don't stop him from coming to visit her whenever he needs something (working at a funeral home makes it convenient for her to hide bodies for him) and her loyalty to the family usually resolves in her reluctantly doing it.
Jormungand - Fenrir's older brother. They're on fine terms, visiting each other here and then - he's an underwater photographer now. Jormungand sort of knows that Fenrir is up to something, as Fenrir isn't exactly trying to hide it, but he rather his brother not know the specifics
|Strengths|- Sensuality and romanticism
- Adventurous
- Loyal
- Charming
- Family-oriented
|Weaknesses|- Immoral
- Hot-headed
- Reckless
- Commitment issues
- Cruel
|Likes|- Dogs
- Peanut Butter
- Boxing and martial arts
- Traveling
- Southern Sweet Tea
|Dislikes- Cats
- Strong smells
- Coffee
- Dark Chocolate
- Staying still
|History|Fenrir was born to Loki and the giantess Angrboda. However, when he was just a boy, Odin received a prophecy that Fenrir would kill him in Ragnarok. Not wanting to die, Odin confined Fenrir into a cell in Asgard, where he was kept from the light of day. The only person willing to feed him was Tyr, who pitied the wolf, and during the time, Fenrir even began to trust Tyr. However, Fenrir was growing too fast too quickly and Odin decided that he could no longer keep him in Asgard. They brought him to the forest in which they tested out many chains in order to hold him – Tyr lied to Fenrir, telling him it was a testament of his strength, and because he was his friend, Fenrir believed him. Every chain they brought to him, Fenrir broke, until Odin called to the dwarfs and asked them to make him a chain strong enough to hold Fenrir. The dwarfs made a small ribbon out of impossible ingredients (the sound of a cat’s footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of stones, the breath of a fish, the spittle of a bird) and thus would be impossible to break. Fenrir became suspicious when Tyr presented him with the small, light Gleipnir, as it has been named, and suspected that Tyr was betraying him. So, he declared that the only way that he would place Gleipnir on his wrists was if one of the gods placed his hand in Fenrir’s mouth as a sign of good faith. No one agreed, knowing that they would lose their hands, until Tyr finally volunteered his hand. He placed it between the jaws of Fenrir (who was only the size of a horse at that moment) as they bound Fenrir’s legs together, making it nearly impossible for him to stand. Fenrir tried with all his might to break Gleipnir, but he couldn’t, and when he ordered Tyr to release him and he refused, Fenrir ripped Tyr’s hand off, swallowing the hand so it could never be reattached. Tyr was rushed away and to the goddess of healing, and he never returned to see Fenrir again. Out of anger, the gods placed a sword in his mouth, forcing his jaw to stretch impossibly and his tongue to forever be cut. And then they left him to rot.
Fenrir lived centuries alone in the forest, and only received food when the gods were feeling particularly giving (and when they were they were feeling even more so charitable, they came to bring a bigger and sharper sword to place in his mouth). Lonely, Fenrir became bitter with the gods – and especially his father, who he had expected to come save him. To make matters worse, Fenrir was still growing – soon, Gleipnir began to cut off his circulation, and mold and moss began to grow on him. The open cut on his tongue became infested and infected and the roof of his mouth horribly bruised, perhaps even with some internal bleeding. He was in pain constantly, and many times he wished he could have killed himself, but there was no possible way that he could have. He felt betrayed by everybody he loved – no one was coming to save him. Why weren’t they coming to save him? - and anger possessed his being, boiling inside of him.
When he was finally able to break Gleipnir, Fenrir was in a delirious state. He killed everything he saw – carnage of animals appeared left and right – and, unfortunately, his eyes laid on Sol. He attacked her in a feverish rampage and almost even attacked his son, though he was finally able to snap out of it. When he did snap out, Sol was gone – maybe she fell. He couldn’t remember any of the events that had transpired, but when his son told him that he had killed the Sun goddess, he couldn’t find himself to particularly care. Instead, he left, going searching for Odin. However, when he arrived, he found himself out matched. Before Odin dealt the killing blow, Sleipnir stepped in and stopped Odin. Fenrir has been angry at Sleipnir for stopping Odin, wishing that Odin would have just killed him right then and there, believing that there could only be Odin or Fenrir.
When it came time to give up his powers, Fenrir was reluctant to give away his powers, but ultimately decided to do so in order to start anew. When his sons decided to remain as sons, Fenrir was heartbroken and distraught at having to see his sons as mindless beasts, but he ultimately promised them he would take care of them with the best of his abilities. Living as a mortal came naturally to him – he started out as a hunter, and even had jobs such as being a boxer and a martial artist, but throughout his life on earth, he had always been a criminal. He lived mostly in Ireland, but he hated settling in one place, and would often move to a bunch of other places; he is currently residing in Ireland again and is a dog trainer on the side of his criminal business.
|Opinion on Mortals|Fenrir adores mortals - he finds them refreshing and honest, hardworking, good people. He loves their presence, especially over the gods, and finds living the life of a mortal as exhilarating. He believes in the capabilities of mortals and of the mortal world and supports their endeavors. However, he would never sacrifice his life for them.
|Theme Song|Novocaine – Fall Out Boy"This is a black, black ski mask song
So put all of your anger on
In the truly gruesome do we trust
I will always land on you like a sucker punch
Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you,
You would never sing along
Cast them out cause this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Because they took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don't mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you” |Favorite Myth|Thor crossdressing to get Mjolnir back
|Mortal Skills/Abilities|Now living as a mortal, Fenrir only has a residue of his heightened senses left and a little bit of tracking knowledge. Even now, though, his senses can't even rival that of a dog and his hunting might even be worst than normal human hunters. Despite this, though, he has become an amazing liar and can track down any human through technological means as well as an expert gunman and collector, with an added bartering skill. He can cook a mean meal, too.
|Immortal Skills/Abilities|As an oversized wolf, Fenrir had ungodly strength, able to crush bones with a simple press of his nail, and destroy mountains with a simple pounce. The only thing that could hold him down was Gleipnir, a ribbon fashioned by the dwarfs out of six nearly impossible ingredients. His senses were heightened to the point in which he could see smells and taste scents; every person that he came across, he would instantly memorize their smell forever and could find them, no matter where they went. He was an excellent tracker and hunter and loved the thrill of the hunt. His speed was hilariously fast for such an ginormous thing - though he was nowhere as fast as other gods, he could give normal, or even abnormal wolves, a run for their money.
