Post by Raven King on Mar 26, 2007 19:01:47 GMT -5
Name: Fenrir Greyback
Age: 43
Sex: Male
Blood: Pure/werewolf
Position: Death Eater
Experience: Curses, Dark Arts, physical and mental torture.
Background:
Fenrir had a childhood filled with torture both physical and mental. Not that he is sorry he did. He believes it has made him stronger physically and mentally. When he felt strong enough, he planned and preformed the murders of each family member that caused him pain and suffering, then killed the rest of his family for no other reason except the fact that he could.
Fenrir spent most of his life cooped up in a room to learn things. Be they practical, theoretical, personal or experimental. Fenrir could never learn enough. His thirst for knowledge extended further than what he was able to find. Fenrir also created his own inventions and experiments to see the outcome of them.
He is a dark creature, transforming into a large werewolf every full moon. He has enhanced hearing, enhanced olfactory sense, and can shrug off wounds quickly. In werewolf from (Moonsin), his pelt is brown and cream and a mane travels from his head down the thick course hair on his back. His obsidian eyes glow red in the dark.
He is never alone. There is always another with him. Another side of him. Just as dark and just as heartless and bloodthirsty. He can release his other side completely to the night once a month, letting him free to be the monster he is. He has a name. Just as Fenrir has a name. For they are two single entities in one body. Two minds, two souls, two monsters. Fenrir and Moonsin. Never alone. Never apart. Always as one.
Personality:
Fenrir grew up cold and cruel. His heart has hardened over from misuse of emotions. Showing emotions makes you weak. Weakness is something only fools show. He has a genius mind. Only he doesn't use it for academic purposes. He uses it to manipulate. Fenrir is evil; but evil is only what we perceive it to be. Every wizard knows what lies within him. For Fenrir that is strength, power and talent. None of these things are neither good nor bad in themselves. How he uses them is what makes them good or evil. His definition of these words is not the same as everyone. To him, Good is Evil. He fights against the Good that he hates. Just as another wizard fights against the Evil the he hates. Each are exactly alike in every way, except for the way we perceive them.
Fenrir likes to keep to himself. He will socialize with others only when it is for his own personal gain, or to get information that would be of interest to the almighty Dark Lord Voldemort. He is utterly devoted to him and he is the only person he believes deserves respect. He doesn’t even think he himself deserves it. Keeping the Ministry happy with generous donations and 'influence' has kept Fenrir safe from Azkaban and being found out as a Death Eater.
Fenrir has been kept happy by Voldemort, biting the child of those who owe the Dark Lord and are unable to pay. He has set himself a task to bite and infect as many children as he can (for he believes that the younger they are bitten, the easier they are to manipulate and take over to the Dark Side, living amongst their own kind - the werewolves - instead of with the wizards and muggles.
Description:
Fenrir is tall, 6’4", and has an athletic build. Coming from an old wizarding family, he doesn't care about keeping a respectable
appearance; his shoulder length brown hair is unkept and always messy looking, and his pale complexion is flawless. His black eyes are cold and hard, usually concealing any emotion. He's good at bluffing, and can keep 'poker face'; but usually he's seen with the Greyback smirk or disdainful sneer at his enemies. Fine toned features throughout his face are striking and dangerous.
~*~
Memory:
The rain beat against the window like lots of tiny fists knocking to get in. Fenrir watched from the comfort of his bed, what little comfort the old worn mattress had on the four year old boy.
The door to his room burst open and his nine year old brother Malhalis stood in the doorway with a devious grin on his face. "You gotta see this Fenrir." He said quickly, stalking into the room and grabbing his younger brother by the arm, pulling him up from the bed and dragging him onto the floor.
Fenrir stood up and and looked curiously at Malhalis. "What makes you think I'd be interested in what you have to show me?" He asked defiantly, crossing his arms and giving his brother an even look.
"Because, you stupid little Horklump, I caught it just for you." Malhalis spat, his grip tightening on Fenrir's arm and bodily moving him towards the door. "And because I say you do."
~*~*~*~*~*~
By the time they got outside, Fenrir's arm was numb and his hatred for his brother had manifested more. He made no sign of fight, nor did he show any emotion, just wanting to get this over and done with.
The rain whipped against his face and his eyes stung. It was cold in only his nightshirt and shorts and he silently wished he
had been given time to get more clothes on first. Malhalis was nicely rugged up, Fenrir observed bitterly.
"It's in the shed." Malhalis said, making it sound like the biggest secret was soon to be revealed. "Go on, open the door." His brother urged, shoving Fenrir towards the shed.
Fenrir gave his brother a wary look; but saw no sign of deceit looking back at him.
Turning the handle he opened the door and stepped inside, squinting into the darkness.
"Don't be a scaredy kneazle." Malhalis growled, pushing Fenrir further in and standing in the doorway, holding the shed door handle like his life depended on it.
A snuffling noise further in peeked Fenrir's curiosity and the boy carefully walked towards it. "What is it Malhalis?" He whispered,
peering over his shoulder at his brother.
Malhalis laughed and stepped outside, quickly shutting and locking the shed door, leaving Fenrir alone with the creature.
Turning back towards the source of the noise, Fenrir heard the low rumble of a growl and felt the rush of air as the full moon light showed the flash of ivory fangs. Fur brushed Fenrir's neck and white hot pain burned through him as he felt his chest become suddenly warm and wet.
The beast was on top of him and Fenrir screamed as it closed it's jaws on his shoulder. Fenrir caught a foggy glimpse of the werewolf's face and then everything went black...
[ This is Sev with his favourite werewolf -pets Fenrir- Isn't he cute. =D ]
Age: 43
Sex: Male
Blood: Pure/werewolf
Position: Death Eater
Experience: Curses, Dark Arts, physical and mental torture.
Background:
Fenrir had a childhood filled with torture both physical and mental. Not that he is sorry he did. He believes it has made him stronger physically and mentally. When he felt strong enough, he planned and preformed the murders of each family member that caused him pain and suffering, then killed the rest of his family for no other reason except the fact that he could.
Fenrir spent most of his life cooped up in a room to learn things. Be they practical, theoretical, personal or experimental. Fenrir could never learn enough. His thirst for knowledge extended further than what he was able to find. Fenrir also created his own inventions and experiments to see the outcome of them.
He is a dark creature, transforming into a large werewolf every full moon. He has enhanced hearing, enhanced olfactory sense, and can shrug off wounds quickly. In werewolf from (Moonsin), his pelt is brown and cream and a mane travels from his head down the thick course hair on his back. His obsidian eyes glow red in the dark.
He is never alone. There is always another with him. Another side of him. Just as dark and just as heartless and bloodthirsty. He can release his other side completely to the night once a month, letting him free to be the monster he is. He has a name. Just as Fenrir has a name. For they are two single entities in one body. Two minds, two souls, two monsters. Fenrir and Moonsin. Never alone. Never apart. Always as one.
Personality:
Fenrir grew up cold and cruel. His heart has hardened over from misuse of emotions. Showing emotions makes you weak. Weakness is something only fools show. He has a genius mind. Only he doesn't use it for academic purposes. He uses it to manipulate. Fenrir is evil; but evil is only what we perceive it to be. Every wizard knows what lies within him. For Fenrir that is strength, power and talent. None of these things are neither good nor bad in themselves. How he uses them is what makes them good or evil. His definition of these words is not the same as everyone. To him, Good is Evil. He fights against the Good that he hates. Just as another wizard fights against the Evil the he hates. Each are exactly alike in every way, except for the way we perceive them.
Fenrir likes to keep to himself. He will socialize with others only when it is for his own personal gain, or to get information that would be of interest to the almighty Dark Lord Voldemort. He is utterly devoted to him and he is the only person he believes deserves respect. He doesn’t even think he himself deserves it. Keeping the Ministry happy with generous donations and 'influence' has kept Fenrir safe from Azkaban and being found out as a Death Eater.
Fenrir has been kept happy by Voldemort, biting the child of those who owe the Dark Lord and are unable to pay. He has set himself a task to bite and infect as many children as he can (for he believes that the younger they are bitten, the easier they are to manipulate and take over to the Dark Side, living amongst their own kind - the werewolves - instead of with the wizards and muggles.
Description:
Fenrir is tall, 6’4", and has an athletic build. Coming from an old wizarding family, he doesn't care about keeping a respectable
appearance; his shoulder length brown hair is unkept and always messy looking, and his pale complexion is flawless. His black eyes are cold and hard, usually concealing any emotion. He's good at bluffing, and can keep 'poker face'; but usually he's seen with the Greyback smirk or disdainful sneer at his enemies. Fine toned features throughout his face are striking and dangerous.
~*~
Memory:
The rain beat against the window like lots of tiny fists knocking to get in. Fenrir watched from the comfort of his bed, what little comfort the old worn mattress had on the four year old boy.
The door to his room burst open and his nine year old brother Malhalis stood in the doorway with a devious grin on his face. "You gotta see this Fenrir." He said quickly, stalking into the room and grabbing his younger brother by the arm, pulling him up from the bed and dragging him onto the floor.
Fenrir stood up and and looked curiously at Malhalis. "What makes you think I'd be interested in what you have to show me?" He asked defiantly, crossing his arms and giving his brother an even look.
"Because, you stupid little Horklump, I caught it just for you." Malhalis spat, his grip tightening on Fenrir's arm and bodily moving him towards the door. "And because I say you do."
~*~*~*~*~*~
By the time they got outside, Fenrir's arm was numb and his hatred for his brother had manifested more. He made no sign of fight, nor did he show any emotion, just wanting to get this over and done with.
The rain whipped against his face and his eyes stung. It was cold in only his nightshirt and shorts and he silently wished he
had been given time to get more clothes on first. Malhalis was nicely rugged up, Fenrir observed bitterly.
"It's in the shed." Malhalis said, making it sound like the biggest secret was soon to be revealed. "Go on, open the door." His brother urged, shoving Fenrir towards the shed.
Fenrir gave his brother a wary look; but saw no sign of deceit looking back at him.
Turning the handle he opened the door and stepped inside, squinting into the darkness.
"Don't be a scaredy kneazle." Malhalis growled, pushing Fenrir further in and standing in the doorway, holding the shed door handle like his life depended on it.
A snuffling noise further in peeked Fenrir's curiosity and the boy carefully walked towards it. "What is it Malhalis?" He whispered,
peering over his shoulder at his brother.
Malhalis laughed and stepped outside, quickly shutting and locking the shed door, leaving Fenrir alone with the creature.
Turning back towards the source of the noise, Fenrir heard the low rumble of a growl and felt the rush of air as the full moon light showed the flash of ivory fangs. Fur brushed Fenrir's neck and white hot pain burned through him as he felt his chest become suddenly warm and wet.
The beast was on top of him and Fenrir screamed as it closed it's jaws on his shoulder. Fenrir caught a foggy glimpse of the werewolf's face and then everything went black...
[ This is Sev with his favourite werewolf -pets Fenrir- Isn't he cute. =D ]
