Personality: Fenros is an intelligent, yet quiet man. He tends to let his actions speak for him. He cares for those under his command, as if they are his family. He takes his duty to protect everyone seriously, so much he is willing to sacrifice himself to do so.
History: Fenros grew up as the youngest son of Ulrick Harlock, Knight Commander in the Order. A well known and loved man for his kind heart and duty to the people below him. A fierce warrior and powerful Pyromancer, Fenros had large shoes to fill and eagerly tried to as soon as he could pick up a wooden sword. He was the runt of the family, being the smallest and weakest compared to his brothers. He worked even more hard to make up for it, training longer and harder to become stronger. Because he was so focused on his dream to be like his father he didn't have much time to make friends or lead a normal childhood filled with pranks and getting into trouble.
When he was still young he realized he could not use magic like his father, or brothers. He was devastated at first but, with a little help from his father, decided to focus on his swordsmanship as he hoped he could compensate for the lack of magic he had. When he was initiated into the Order he was well ahead of the group he was with, and quickly became a Templar.
While as a Templar he was often reckless, trying to prove himself to his commanding officers. He would often be injured in battle because of this, but it was also the reason he received his nickname the Fearless. While his squad was dispatched to aid a village under attack from multiple monsters, they were ambushed just outside of the village. While some of his fellow Templar's fell on the bridge that lead to the Village, Fenros managed to hold off the monsters by himself to keep them from killing his brothers in arms. He nearly died, but he managed to protect the fallen men and the village while the rest of the squad was off trying to hunt the monsters while they protected the village.
Because of this act of bravery launched him into higher ranks, as well as more daring acts and victories in his life that raised him up to the Rank of Knight-Lieutenant by the age of 25. The last five years of his life, he and his platoon, of which many he served with as a simple Templar, became known as the White wolf Platoon. As their tight nit family like familiarity with each other, they became a pack, who excelled at hunting monsters.
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10 years before:
Fenros sat alone in the Tavern his squad stopped by in to rest. Alone only for the reason he couldn't sleep while his squad mates were exhausted from the long day in the heat in full armor for their patrol. It had been a boring one, with nothing out of the ordinary. Now he sat by the window and watched the stars come out slowly one by one as he sipped his pint of mead thinking about his family and what they were doing.
A loud bang of the old rickety door slamming against the wall, followed by the tortured wine of the rusty door hinges as it slowly moved away from the wall brought him from his thoughts of home. He glanced towards the front of the room to see three dirty, rough looking men standing in the door way. His nose crinkled at the smell of them, for sure they have not bathed themselves in a long time. A few months perhaps, at the instantaneous foul stench of body odor soaked into their clothing that permeated the room the few seconds they were in the door.
They strode in and plopped themselves near the bar, being quite loud in the process of doing so. As if they were trying to make their prescience known if the stench did not do so in the first place. One of them, the largest of the group, yelled for some mead to brought to the table.
He turned away from the group and continued to sip his drink, but the smell of the men soured the taste...not that it was that good to begin with as it was a poor tavern. Shaking his head a almost shivering at the thought that he was tasting the stench of the men through his drink, he pushed the half full earthen cup of mead away from him and folded his arms, thinking he should head to bed, and perhaps their room was far enough he could escape the odor.
As he was about to stand how ever, he heard the three men talking, bragging very stupidly how they just made some money by forcing a farmer to pay them protection money. Pausing but not looking towards the group, he listened in as they attempted to whisper.... they must of been deaf, as he could hear them quite clearly. As they planned to do the same to more farmers, and perhaps to some of the shops in town.
Sighing as he stood, he had heard enough. He walked over to the three men and they looked up, clearly annoyed a stranger interrupted their conversation.
"What do you want?!" The large man growled, placing a hand on his dagger on his hip. He seemed to be the leader of the three.
Fenros was silent for a moment as he looked at them, he then spoke up placing his hands behind his back, his right hand gripping his left wrist to hold them there. "You all are under arrest for Extortion." He said simply, while he did not move for his weapon.
Their reaction, of course was expected. Instantanious they were out of their seats, furious that this small whelp was daft enough to try to arrest them. As they stood up though, Fenros finally got a full realization of their height. He only being five foot six, these men stood much taller than him....and perhaps twice his weight.
What the hell did they eat to get so big? He thought to himself as he looked up at them. As they pulled their weapons, he kicked with his left foot and knocked the table into the two farthest from him. He then turned to the closest one, side stepping around the mans legs and planting his foot behind him, he shoved forward and caused the man to trip over his legs.
With out hesitating he grabbed a chair and spun it into the next man coming at him, smashing it over his upper body. But the mans momentum carried him into Fenros, knocking them both to the ground. Fenros quickly rolled off of the man, delivering a fast punch to the mans face before jumping back and avoiding the dagger slash from the leader. He then decided to unsheath his sword, but as he did the first man was off the ground and gripped his pommel. Unexpected he managed to shove the blade back into it's sheath.
quickly thinking, Fenros grabbed the man's arm holding his sword and pulled him in the way of the leader, in the process of doing so, the man was stabbed in the back. Releasing the blade he arched his back in pain, as he did Fenros kicked him backwards into the Leader and unsheathed his sword at the same time.
By the time the leader got to his knees he had the cold steel of Fenros's blade to his throat. As he looked up slowly to Fenros and dropped his dagger, Fenros said softly. "Gods you smell..." noticing the stench again as the man began to sweat once more. Using the flat of his blade he smacked the man quickly in the forehead. Knocking him out as he covered his nose to somehow block the stench out.
I will have to sit down and research it a little more. Also if someone could give me a summery of where we are at, at the moment it will be greatly appreciated.
