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[b]:.Born As.:[/b]
Fen

[b]:.Also Known As.:[/b]
Fenrir

[b]:.Appear To Be.:[/b]
Twenty-two

[b]:.The Doctor Said.:[/b]
Male

[b]:.I Swing Towards.:[/b]
He doesn't seem to mind either way

[b]:.A Glorious Gift.:[/b]

-Can shift into a horse-sized wolf

-Can read to the kids during story time (does the voices and everything)

-Will appreciate your cooking no matter how bad it is

-Has excellent survival skills 

[b]:.The Proud.:[/b]
Warrior

[b]:.People Say.:[/b]
Fen is sort of a strange fellow. He's pretty friendly with strangers, and makes a good first impression, but the longer you know him, the more of his quirks you notice. Your first impression of him may be a meek and awkward man; he's terrible at speaking with people he doesn't know. He's kind of naive and a bit childlike, which may be why he's so good with the kids. You may not notice it at first, but every now and then, you'll see him curl his lip in a snarl at someone he doesn't like. He's not afraid to bite and claw during a fight. He'll have playful bouts where he wants to wrestle and spar. It takes a little getting used to, but he's a good guy at heart. 

[b]:.What You See.:[/b]
Fen is 5'9" with lean muscles. His hair is long and mousy brown. Fen has pale skin and light brownish-gold eyes. He often lefts his facial hair go for a while before shaving or trimming it. As for clothes, Fen only wears the most comfortable: loose fitting pants, sweatshirts, t-shirts, ect. At home, he often wears nothing at all. 

In his wolf form, Fen stands at 6 feet at the shoulders. He has brown and tan fur, and the same golden brown eyes.

[b]:.Behind The Scenes.:[/b]
Fen sports many scars from his life in the wild. There's too many to bother telling about.

[b]:.The Past Was.:[/b]

Fen's parents were part of a small settlement up north. He was one of the few children there, but his parents were great teachers. They taught him to read, do math, and how to speak a few of the languages he may come across in the outside world. Fen lived in this settlement until he was 9, when a group of raiders stormed through and tore the place apart. 

Fen was separated from his parents, so he did what they had taught him to do in this situation: he found shelter and he waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, it became apparent that they weren't going to come rescue him. Fen had to fend for himself. He wandered his way back to what was left of the settlement, many of its people dead, and gathered what little supplies were left: a rucksack, a couple of his favorite books, a canister of water, and not much else. 

Fen then ventured out into the big, scary world to try and survive. He came across a rickety little shack in the forest to call home. The roof leak, the floor creaked, and he was pretty sure it had more termites than nails, but it was better than nothing. It didn't take long for him to get hungry, forcing him to learn to hunt. He knew that wildlife lived in the area; he'd heard wolves not far from his home. If wolves were around, then there had to be food as well. He began by foraging: eating nuts and berries, and occasionally the left overs from the wolves' hunts. As he grew older, he became braver. Fen eventually set out to meet the wolves that lived in the area, and to hopefully befriend them. Or get torn apart, whichever came first.

He seemed to have a natural instinct when it came to animals. He knew when to back off, when to approach, and how to convey that he was a friend, not an enemy. After a few weeks of relentless effort, Fen managed to infiltrate the wolf pack. He started off as a loner that simply trailed behind them, then slowly began to join them on hunts and during meals. His intelligence, ability to make tools, and knack for hunting soon earned him a trusted spot among their ranks.

Fen was once a lonely boy in the middle of nowhere, but now he had a canine family. As the years went on, Fen's old clothes outgrew him, and as he became more feral, he eventually lost the need to wear them all together. During the harshest days of winters, he would still seek shelter in his shack, but the cold springs and falls didn't even bother him anymore. When he got bored, he would sit around and read his books to keep his literacy skills sharp. His favorite stories were about one of Norse god Loki's brood: Fenrir the wolf. He eventually adopted the name for himself. 

This all changed when he came across a group of travelers, headed for the Paradise Land. Fen couldn't remember the last time he had seen a human face, and he felt a need to join his own kind again. He was torn between the prospect of human interaction, and his quaint little life in the woods. Finally, human interaction won out. Fen followed the group to the Paradise Land, but never really spoke with any of them. He seemed happy to just have their company. When they finally got there, Fen slowly started making a home for himself. It wasn't easy getting acquainted to the human way of life, but he did his best. 
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