|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||Weaknesses||Likes||Dislikes|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...