Looked at this rp. Found it cool, so, as with Dawn joining hcl, I think I may partake in this...if I am allowed that is. Gonna put this here for approval, and then move it to the characters tab when, or if, approved.
Name: Fenrir, the wild man.
Title:
Age: Unknown. However, if one were to guess, from his look, 30ish.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Fenrir is a around five feet tall, extremely tanned, and muscular. He wears a baggy pair of cloth pants, old, and tattered. His body has many scars, ranging from his arms, to his face, to his back, and chest. However, despite these scars, one may still consider him handsome. He has extremely long brown hair ((think Raditz from dbz hair.)) and a long brown beard.
Personality: While at first distrustful of most everyone, those that prove themselves to Fenrir will find a loyal friend that will be there till the end, though the fire, and the flames.
Biography: Fenrir was abandoned in the woods to starve during a famine in his area, the orphan child's parents having died of starvation. Fenrir was taken in by a pack of wolves, him learning from them. Growing with them. That is where he stayed for many years, until a group of hunters killed his pack, and captured him, hoping to exploit him as a freak show for money. This, was a bad idea, for nature cannot be caged. In a fit of rage, he broke free from his cage, and tore out the hunters throats as they slept. When the gods came to the earth, and the labyrinth unsealed, Fenrir could feel it. Returning to the city of man, he sought out a god that was like the wilds....and still is.
Skills: Primal hand to hand: Following a method of attacking his prey, Fenrir uses his hands, with claw like nails, and his sharp teeth, to tear into his foes, aiming for vitals. Anything of flesh, such as goblins, he can find their vitals easily. However, with things such as slimes, for example, he'll have a hell of a time figuring them out. However, armor renders his fighting style completely ineffective. Lacking armor, hope you can force him off before he mauls you to death....
Primal roar: Reaching deep within himself, Fenrir lets out a roar of extreme power. Holding no magic, this roar is meant to intimidate his foes, most likely causing cowards to flee, and his allies to be bolstered at the breaking of their foes' morale. This can backfire, causing his allies to flinch in the middle of battle.
Blood fury: Living his life as a predator, Fenrir is excited at the sight of blood. When he gets his foes to bleed, or they are already bleeding, Fenrir's strength is increased, as adrenaline shoots though his body.
Thick skin: Less so an ability, more so a result of living in the jungle without gloves or shoes. The skin on his hands, and on the soles of his feet, are extremely thick, negating the need for shoes and gloves for him.
Strengthened immune system: Fenrir is able to consume raw meats without getting sick.
Guild: Fenrir has formed a pact with Ares, him respecting her approach to fighting, as he does to survival. Kill first, eat second, ask questions third.
Equipment: Bone-tooth necklace. Shaggy tattered brown cloth pants. That is all for now.
Name: Fenrir, the wild man.
Title:
Age: Unknown. However, if one were to guess, from his look, 30ish.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Fenrir is a around five feet tall, extremely tanned, and muscular. He wears a baggy pair of cloth pants, old, and tattered. His body has many scars, ranging from his arms, to his face, to his back, and chest. However, despite these scars, one may still consider him handsome. He has extremely long brown hair ((think Raditz from dbz hair.)) and a long brown beard.
Personality: While at first distrustful of most everyone, those that prove themselves to Fenrir will find a loyal friend that will be there till the end, though the fire, and the flames.
Biography: Fenrir was abandoned in the woods to starve during a famine in his area, the orphan child's parents having died of starvation. Fenrir was taken in by a pack of wolves, him learning from them. Growing with them. That is where he stayed for many years, until a group of hunters killed his pack, and captured him, hoping to exploit him as a freak show for money. This, was a bad idea, for nature cannot be caged. In a fit of rage, he broke free from his cage, and tore out the hunters throats as they slept. When the gods came to the earth, and the labyrinth unsealed, Fenrir could feel it. Returning to the city of man, he sought out a god that was like the wilds....and still is.
Skills: Primal hand to hand: Following a method of attacking his prey, Fenrir uses his hands, with claw like nails, and his sharp teeth, to tear into his foes, aiming for vitals. Anything of flesh, such as goblins, he can find their vitals easily. However, with things such as slimes, for example, he'll have a hell of a time figuring them out. However, armor renders his fighting style completely ineffective. Lacking armor, hope you can force him off before he mauls you to death....
Primal roar: Reaching deep within himself, Fenrir lets out a roar of extreme power. Holding no magic, this roar is meant to intimidate his foes, most likely causing cowards to flee, and his allies to be bolstered at the breaking of their foes' morale. This can backfire, causing his allies to flinch in the middle of battle.
Blood fury: Living his life as a predator, Fenrir is excited at the sight of blood. When he gets his foes to bleed, or they are already bleeding, Fenrir's strength is increased, as adrenaline shoots though his body.
Thick skin: Less so an ability, more so a result of living in the jungle without gloves or shoes. The skin on his hands, and on the soles of his feet, are extremely thick, negating the need for shoes and gloves for him.
Strengthened immune system: Fenrir is able to consume raw meats without getting sick.
Guild: Fenrir has formed a pact with Ares, him respecting her approach to fighting, as he does to survival. Kill first, eat second, ask questions third.
Equipment: Bone-tooth necklace. Shaggy tattered brown cloth pants. That is all for now.
