Apokalipse — Roleplayer Guild

|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.

|Personality|
What kind of person is your character? What are their motivations? How do they interact with people around them? Also include things like how they’ve changed ever since they’ve transitioned into mortal life. Have they gotten kinder? Meaner? Etc
Be sure to write in flaws! Absolutely no Mary Sues/Gary Stus

|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 a 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 younger 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; because of his lack of high order thinking, he doesn't remember his life as a dog

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|
At least 5

|Weaknesses|
At least 5

|Likes|
At least 5

|Dislikes
At least 5

|History|
Obviously a gloss on what they’ve done in human history since coming into existence. Must include what they were known for, how they reacted to the agreement to give up their powers, and what they have done since as a pseudo-mortal.

|Opinion on Mortals|
What do they think about other mortals, who have no knowledge of the gods? What do they think about being one of them – sort of?

|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 cross-dressing to get Mjolnir back

|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
What skills have they picked up that lie outside the realm of their godly abilities? Also, what residual effects do their powers have on mortals? Aphrodite being attractive, Apollo being a great guitar player and so on.

|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
While the deities begin to regain their powers, slowly, what is it that your character will be able to do/how can they influence the world in supernatural ways? Bear in mind these will be weakened forms to begin with. Eg. Zeus can’t reign down thunder and murder entire cities, but he can probably cast it at one person; Hermes can run at incredible speed, but not to the extent he could as a God...

|Name|
Hel Lokisdottir

|Alias(es)|
Helena Hansen

|Gender|
Female

|Sexuality|
Demisexual

|Relationship Status|
Married, in the process of divorcing

|Pantheon/Faith|
Norse

|Occupation|
Owner of Hansen's Funeral Home as well as head funeral director there

|Godly Appearance|
As the goddess of the underworld, Hel was most known for her coldness. Not a cold personality, but a cold appearance of gaunt beauty withering away. The only thing that softened her weary appearance was her attractive smile. While it wasn't the most wide, it was a subtle, graceful smile that had a way of making eyes look soulful and empathetic. Her hair was the next more notable; it was a thick nest of flouncing, glossy brown curls that fell to her waist. She usually kept it twisted into a half-updo with stray curls framing her face; long, diamond-encrusted barrettes followed the length and curve of the semi-French braided locks. Hel was tall and slim, with not much curves to boast for, but a quiet, commanding elegance that brought attention to her whenever she walked in. Her skin was a sickly white, with every dip and nook enhanced with prominent shadows, making her face appear gaunt and deprived. Her eyes were a light, sky blue, that seemed to have such a profound depth that one could swim in them. Hel's makeup was kept simple: a dark red lipstick applied aptly to every curve of her lips, enhancing the thickness; her eyes were shadowed with brown and thick, black eyelashes made her small eyes appear bigger. However, this wasn't what disgusted her patrons or fellow gods and made her a pariah to be avoided. Half of her body was composed of dying, stretching skin with thick, post-mortem wrinkles. The lid of her eye was missing and the full, glassy white orb could be seen portruding from the round eye socket. Her arm was skeletal and skinny, mere flesh clinging to bone with no muscle in between and blue veins pulsed visibly up and down her arm. 

To distract from her ugly half, Hel often wore an Empire, layered dress that was floor length and accentuated her graceful, slim body. The sleeves were connected to the dress, as if to appear as a shawl, with a slit from her underarm all the way down; the sleeves fell into the length of the dress. The boat neck emphasized her height and the thinness of her neck. The most impressive aspect of her peach-tan dress was the sown-in diamonds that clustered around the top gradually lessening as they travelled downwards; pure gold lace was embroidered in streaming lines to add depth to the dress. Hel hated to wear shoes, and instead wore lacy embroidery on her feet, secured with silk ribbons.

|Earthly Appearance|
How would they appear as a mortal from day to day life? What are their striking features? At least one solid paragraph.

|Personality|
What kind of person is your character? What are their motivations? How do they interact with people around them? Also include things like how they’ve changed ever since they’ve transitioned into mortal life. Have they gotten kinder? Meaner? Etc
Be sure to write in flaws! Absolutely no Mary Sues/Gary Stus

|Family|
Vidofnir - Hel's loyal pet owl
[url=]Loki[/url] - Hel's father; she emulates her father and idolizes him for his ability to stick it to the other gods
[url=]Sleipnir[/url] - 
Jormungand - 
[url=]Fenrir[/url] - 
Lacy - Lacy is Hel's biological nine year old daughter, whose father is Kent Hansen, and she has an obsession with origami and owls; she is very close to her mother, but not very close to her father; her mother affectionately calls her Birdie
Eden - Eden is Hel's adopted four month old baby girl; Hel started the adoption process when Eden was just a couple of weeks old; however, it looked as if she wouldn't receive Eden and so she sought out a pregnant woman whose recent surrogacy plan fell through
Oakley - Oakley is Hel's adopted son; when Hel was afraid that she would not be able to have Eden, Hel found Oakley's mother who was a surrogate that fell through after the couple got a divorce and she was left with the baby; Hel was willing to adopt her; Oakley is only a month old
Kent Hansen - Hel's husband; they are currently in the process of divorcing after she discovered he was cheating on her with his secretary; Hel has been assured that she will be receiving everything because of the evidence of his adultery

|Strengths|
At least 5

|Weaknesses|
At least 5

|Likes|
Dark chocolate
Clocks (she collects them)
Coffee

|Dislikes
At least 5

|History|
Obviously a gloss on what they’ve done in human history since coming into existence. Must include what they were known for, how they reacted to the agreement to give up their powers, and what they have done since as a pseudo-mortal.

|Opinion on Mortals|
What do they think about other mortals, who have no knowledge of the gods? What do they think about being one of them – sort of?

|Theme Song|
[url=link]Song – Artist[/url]
”A few lyrics here, please.”

|Favorite Myth|
What's your favorite story from any mythology or religion. If you don't have one, any book will do!

|Mortal Skills/Abilities|
What skills have they picked up that lie outside the realm of their godly abilities? Also, what residual effects do their powers have on mortals? Aphrodite being attractive, Apollo being a great guitar player and so on.

|Immortal Skills/Abilities|
While the deities begin to regain their powers, slowly, what is it that your character will be able to do/how can they influence the world in supernatural ways? Bear in mind these will be weakened forms to begin with. Eg. Zeus can’t reign down thunder and murder entire cities, but he can probably cast it at one person; Hermes can run at incredible speed, but not to the extent he could as a God...
Apokalipse Banned

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