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Fenrias Hallvard

"Yeh think yer hot stuff, big shot? I've seen the rise an' fall of empires, lad. Yer jus' another langer preyin' on his fellow Man. Nothin' special 'bout yeh."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheNoremac42

Description

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Fenrias Hallvard
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The Ice Wolf
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Personal Information
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Theme Song(s)
Demons - Imagine Dragons
Wolfen (Das Tier in Mir) - E Nomine

Full Name
Fenrias Hallvard

Description:
Fenrias is a mysterious and dangerous man known by many names. He operates in the criminal underground as a jack-of-all-trades and a master-of-few. Whenever someone needs to acquire any sort of contraband, they put in a word for "The Ice Wolf"... and he finds you. The man can complete a number of tasks such as smuggling, pickpocketing, lockpicking, drug dealing, hacking, and operate as a fence.

Age:
Approximately 900, but appears late twenties

Gender:
Male

Race/Main:
Human

Race/Sub:
Werewolf

Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
Liulfr, Lyall, Ingolf, Rafe, and Ice Wolf. Those few that have gotten close to the mysterious (and dangerous) man have known him as "Fen"

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Birthplace:
Scotland
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Date of Birth:
Sometime in the 12th century

Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
A Celtic circle tattoo on his left shoulder blade

Height:
Human Form:
5'9"
Feral Form:
7'6"

Weight
Human form:
190 lbs.
Feral Form:
550 lbs.

Physical Condition:
Human Form:
Lean and athletic
Feral Form:
Large and muscular

Current Residence
Unknown

Former Residence
Scotland

Family/Relatives:
Deceased

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Enemies
He has a distaste for vampires... and werewolf hunters.

Rivals

Organizations/Tribes/Clans:
None

Former Affiliations:
None

Disabilities:
None

Personality:
Fenrias is a man who tries to keep to himself. He is resentful of his lycanthropy and despises himself for his condition for fearing of harming others if he loses control. For this reason he only interacts with people or goes into cities under necessity. His self-hatred has led to heavy drinking and difficulty interacting with others. However, Fen, as those few that have gotten close have called him, is at the core a kind-hearted person. He will not steal from the poor, sick, and hungry, and will avoid violence and bloodshed whenever possible.

Likes:
Good strong alcohol, peace and quiet, and solitude

Dislikes:
Crowds, large populated cities, rich entitled people, vampires, and werewolf hunters

Psychological Condition:
Stable, though shows signs of depression and self-loathing

Morals:
Fenrias will try to avoid unnecessary bloodshed whenever possible, and will not steal from the poor, sick, and hungry. However, he is not afraid of showing others that he is not a person that one should come across.



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:Attire:
Leather jacket, jeans, boots, closed-fingered leather gloves, dark sunglasses, and a camouflage baseball cap.
:Protection:
Bullet proof vest
:Weapon(s):
Concealed semi-automatic pistol with silencer and a switchblade. He may also carry a long medieval-style dagger.
:Accessories/Misc:
Silver cross necklace, wallet with cash, encrypted flash-drive, and a few 10 round magazines.

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Skills

Hacker:
Fen is experienced with computers and can hack through most computer systems.
Stealthy:
Being in the underground for many years has taught Fen how to blend in, avoid being noticed, and cover his tracks.
Thief:
Experience has made Fen adept at pickpocketing, picking locks, and smuggling.
Combat:
Fenrias has, over the centuries, become well-versed in close-quarters combat. He can use several forms of blades and is skilled in hand-to-hand fighting.

Powers

(powers are relatively weak in human form, strong in feral form, stronger during full moon, and strongest during blood moon)

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Strength:
His strength equals that of ten men, allowing him to toss small vehicles like toys and kill mortals with ease.
Speed:
Fen can run incredible speeds of up to 40 mph, often appearing only as a blur to his enemies.
Stamina:
He can run at full speed for long periods of time and is often able to sprint for ten miles with relative ease. Fen can also remain in a combat frenzy and outlast his opponents. His stamina also enables him to last for seemingly hours in bed…
Agility:
The werewolf is able to jump great distances, perform amazing feats of acrobatics, and is nearly untouchable in hand-to-hand combat.
Regeneration:
When Fen is injured, he can heal wounds much more quickly than mortals.

Power of the Blood Moon:

During a blood moon, Fenrias transforms into a much darker, more powerful, and more evil version of his Feral Form - Fenrir.

Shadow Dance:
Fenrir is enveloped by shadows and darkness, becoming incredibly agile, fast, and very hard to hit.
Feral Frenzy:
Consumed by a dark blood frenzy, Fenrir unleashes a violent raging frenzy upon his foes. His two runeblades move with lightning speeds, slashing and thrusting in every direction, to slice his enemies into ribbons. Dark flames burn across his body.
Dark Howl:
Fenrir releases a bone-chilling deafening howl that strikes paralyzing terror into the very souls of his enemies.

Weaknesses:

Silver:
Like any other werewolf, Fenrias is weak against weapons made out of silver.
Wolfsbane:
Fen is deathly allergic to the herb Wolfsbane.
Exhaustion:
Fen’s feral form takes a major toll on his body, thus he must rest afterwards and can only transform once every 24 hours.

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Past History
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Fenrias’s dark past is shrouded in mystery. What little is known about him is that he has lurked in the criminal underground for a very long time. If people to get things moved discretely, efficiently, and without fail, they go to him. He can usually be found wondering the dark streets of abandoned neighborhoods at night or in a bar sitting quietly in a darkened booth.

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As the day dragged on, the great fiery orb began to descend behind the towering skyscrapers of the metropolis, causing darkness to shroud and consume its filthy bowels. Streetlights chased most of these concealing shadows away, but some remained untouched, providing sanctuary for those seeking solitude.

One such man anonymously strode down the edge of Main Street towards the dark alley adjacent to Gambit’s Bar. His leather boots manifested a soft tapping as he quietly walked along the outer edge of the sidewalk, half concealed by the thick shadows. A camouflage cap was pulled down over his face while dark shades shrouded attentive eyes. Clad in a dark leather jacket, his arms were tucked into his pockets. Blue jeans clothed his lower body while a black t-shirt wrapped around his upper beneath his jacket.

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The anonymous man stood silently leaning against the wall, watching the man talking to the demon. Shadow concealed his face as he listened to the conversation. Deciding not to get involved, he continued his way through the alley towards the entrance of Gambit's Bar.

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An anonymous man cloaked in shadow quietly strides into the bar. He is clad in a dark leather jacket, blue jeans, and a black t-shirt. Dark boots resonated soft taps on the floor as he silently walked to an empty table in the corner. A camouflage hat concealed his face while dark shades hid sharp and alert eyes that carefully monitored his surroundings.

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Fenrias sat quietly at his table and waited patiently for his client as he drank a glass of ale. The man had no idea who he was or what he looked like. All Fen knew was that the client required his unique "abilities" in delivering an important package. They had agreed for them to meet in the storeroom of the bar, but Fenrias was no fool. He had arrived early in order to scout the environment and gain the advantage over the client. So now he waited... Listened, watched, and waited.

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Fenrias perked up at the mention of "werewolf" and "vampire" from one of the bar patrons. He listened more closely to the conversation while attempting to not bring attention to himself.

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Fenrias raised his arm slightly and pulled back his jacket, revealing a simple digital watch. The man let out a low growl.

"He's late" he said to himself.

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Fenrias Hallvard continues to sip on his ale while attempting to hide his impatience.

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Fenrias Hallvard glances at the newcomer into the bar. Could that be his client? He glares at the woman from under the shadow of his camouflage hat and shades, observing her body language... attempting to discover her purpose for being here.

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started and stared at the strange creature that just barged into the bar, instinctively reaching for the holster attached to his pants, hidden beneath his jacket.

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Fenrias Hallvard slowly removed the empty hand from the holster, remembering that he needs to lay low. Waving a semi-automatic pistol around would not exactly accomplish that goal.

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Fenrias Hallvard lifted his hand slightly, signaling that he wanted to order something.

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Fenrias Hallvard cleared his throat in attempt to get the attention of one of the employees.

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Fenrias Hallvard hoped that this "Zekil" had not heard of that alias before. If there was one thing Fen learned in this business, it is to never use one's real name.

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Fenrias Hallvard made a friendly smile before lifting his glass and taking a drink.

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smiled before saying in his intelligent Scottish accent, "Don' yah worry 'bout me, laddie. I can take care of meh self. I ain't lookin' for trouble."

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Fenrias Hallvard looked at the leather-clad newcomer as he entered the bar. Fen watched as he sat down. Could that be the client?

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Fenrias Hallvard looked around before saying "Tis' truly an amazing place yeh have here. In all my years I would never have thought it was possible for such place to exist."

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Fenrias Hallvard continued to glare at the newcomer from beneath the concealment of his hat and shades. He seemed jittery, cautious... A man after his own heart. Fen observed his body language and mannerisms. Perhaps this was the client he was hired to do the exchange with.

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Fenrias Hallvard continued to observe the man. Spiced ale... A classy fellow that one. Classy usually meant intelligent. Intelligent usually meant dangerous. Fen was dangerous too, but he'd have to keep an eye on him. He kept watching him. The designated meeting place was the storeroom. If he went in there, then he was the client.

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Fenrias Hallvard sniffed the air suddenly as a familiar scent greeted his nostrils. Fen observed the one with the eye patch and decided that the smell came from him.

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Fenrias Hallvard finished his second ale and decided that it was sufficient. He needed his mind clear for business (providing that his client would ever arrive) instead of clouded with alcohol. One could not tell if it would go hairy at a moment's notice.

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Fenrias Hallvard looked at Riaze and nodded his head in acknowledgment. He could smell the Beast's Blood on the man. Another damned soul, he thought.

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Fenrias Hallvard glanced about the room and listened to the conversations murmuring about him. One in particular intrigued him - a person offering their wrist to another. Vampires. No, he couldn't transform here. Too many witnesses and possible casualties. He wouldn't have innocent blood on his hands, no matter how much he hated the bloodsuckers. However, if his were-brother couldn't handle the fight, then he would be obligated to join in.