"Our reputation is shadow of our character, and the shadow is of our virtue and values which we inherit."
BASICS
NAME: Fenrir
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him/his
ORIENTATION: Demiromantic Homosexual
BIRTHDATE: Early Summer 2754
AGE: 24 as of Early Winter 2776
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Duel Wherhandler (Green/Garnet)
WING: Weyr Guard
APPEARANCE
EYES: Stormcloud Blue
HAIR: Raven Black
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 6'11"|Sturdy
PLAY-BY: Alexander Vhalos
FULL APPEARANCE:
Fenrir cuts a rather imposing figure, being long of leg, thick of thigh and muscle. He is a man that rarely stops exercising, though he will not break himself doing so however. His skin is slightly tanned from being outside frequently and his hair is med length, stopping slightly below his chin and full of thick ringlets which makes it seem shorter than it actually is.
He has a bit of facial hair but it is kept shorter and well groomed, often more than the hair on his head. Bright eyes the color of rain filled storm clouds gaze out from under long lashes and his brows are a bit on the thicker side. He often wears an expression of neutrality but when he laughs, his dimples on his cheeks are pronounced enough to be noticeable.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Fenrir is a rather calm young man, often quietly exercising or drawing something to relax his mind. He often isn't the one to often initiate conversation but when he is engaged, he does not mince words or often know when to stop talking, often going into lectures or tirades, even when in a relaxed state, as he is very passionate about his thoughts, opinions and beliefs.
He is also very passionate about whers and everything he can get his hands on about them and relentlessly studies in-between his lessons. Once he sets a goal for himself, he does not stray from it and is no stranger for long hours, relentless study and physical labor if required to achieve it. When it comes to romance however... he is terrible at it, often gagging on the boot crammed down his throat mentally and his stutter comes to the forefront very prominently. This is not limited to romance however, as any time his nerves get the better of him, it surfaces.
The stutter was something he struggled with since early childhood and made speech somewhat difficult for him though in his now young adulthood, he has gained a bit more control over it, he will likely never conquer it.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Mother - Feonre
Father - Elianrir
Sister (Older) -Eliaonre
Brother (Younger) - Elian
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None
BIRTHPLACE: Small cothold outside of Fort Weyr
HISTORY:
Fenrir was born into a family of healers, the first born son and second child of Feonre and Elianrir. They were simple enough folks, hard working, close knit and supportive of their community. He grew up a happy and content child, though from the moment he started learning to talk, he had a very painfully obvious stutter that made it hard for him to make friends, often poked fun of and laughed at for his stutter. This trait made him form a resentment of himself and he shied away from social contact. His parents became concerned and tried to help him work on this with help of another.
At age 14, his parents welcomed their final child, another boy named Elian into the family. The sudden surprise pregnancy and new baby left his parents less time to spend with himself and his siblings. Having a lot more time to spend with himself, he began to be tempted by the desire to pursue something a bit different from his family. So once he was old enough to travel on his own, he decided to venture forth from home, applying for candidacy. Surprisingly, his family decided to pick up and move with him, as the sea routes were opening up to travel to Semaca.
Given his drive to become a wher rider, he shifted his interests to treatment of the creature itself and he applied to become a wher candidate. As the time went on, his passion only grew and he dreams of the day when he will meet his new companion, often wondering what they will be like but regardless, he will accept them as they are, for variety is the spice of life.
Having failed to impress at a hatching and feeling a bit down, his family had put together enough marks to present to him on his nameday to go and purchase a wher egg that hatched into green Fesk. Finding her unique shape cute at first, his warmth was shattered when her teeth went into his arm, demanding food. The desire for food and for some reason seafood in particular was something that never changed as Fesk grew. She also proved to be a test on his very willpower for she was very stubborn and dug her claws into the dirt when she was made to do things she did not want to do.
There were brief moments of intense frustration that Fenrir almost regretted buying a wher egg but it was almost as if Fesk could sense she was pushing her handler too hard and would ease up a bit, even surrendering a favorite treat to lift his spirits. As they grew to work with one another, by the time they had graduated wherlinghood, their bond was fairly solid and Fesk showed she could do things if she applied herself. She still detested group activities but is becoming more accepting of other whers and the company of other humans for the sake of her handler. Besides.. perhaps its more people she can trick out of some snacks when Fenrir isnt looking!
UPDATES
- Early Summer 2773 - Bought a wher egg and impressed to Green Fesk!
- Early Summer 2776 - Was rolled the Good Riddance egg and hatched into Garnet Rirsk!!
