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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

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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

Friends/Comrades:


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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Equipment
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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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|Abilities|Traits|Racial|
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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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So begins...

Fenrias Hallvard's Story

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The door of the infamous bar opened with a creak. A lone man stood in the doorway. Dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark leather jacket clothed a lean and well built body. Observant dark brown and intelligent eyes scanned the bar. Dark brown hair fell to his jawline, which parted in a reminiscent sigh. His face was wrapped in a well groomed beard. He slowly strode into the room - black boots creaking against the floor boards.

Fenrias strode further into the room and approached the bar. He slid into a stool two seats away from Eryca. "Oye..." he called out to the barkeep with the gruff of a Scottish accent. "I'll take a scotch."

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She hadn’t expected the doors to move when she pressed against them, but move they did. Not just move… they opened. Bug blinked, glancing around the room. Gambits? It was open again? A huge smile broke open across her face and she stepped into the establishment, her eyes roving over the occupants within.

She made her way across the floor, walking carefully, as if afraid to make any noise… as if expecting that one sound would make the bar go away again. Reaching the counter, Bug slid onto a stool and ran a filthy hand over the surface. “Gambit’s,” she whispered, still grinning to herself.

Looking up, she beckoned over a bartender. “C’n I get a pint?” she asked quietly, shoving her hand into the front pocket of her hoodie. Withdrawing a couple battered and crumpled bills, she frowned. “Make ‘at a ‘af pint,” she called to the bartender’s back.

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After nurturing the amber fluid in her glass for quite some time, Eryca came to the conclusion that this 4th whiskey should probably be her last. Eryca's long fingers curled around the tumblr and brought it to her lips, tossing the hot liquid to the back of her throat. Eryca shuddered and set her now empty glass down, right as a couple of people drifted in. One seemed happy, and somewhat surprised, that the place was even open. To be honest, Eryca was too, what with the little customers it seemed to have. Eryca let herself study the newcomers; one male with dark hair...rather handsome she noted, and the other a female with strikingly vivid hair. Eryca grinned; it was nice to see someone with an alternative colour. Eryca watched as she ordered a pint, then changed it. Eryca knew more than most that pity sometimes fell into the wrong hands, but she beckoned the barkeep over anyway. "A pint of what that girl over there had. Give it to her would you?" and slid a few coins across the bar.

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Fenrias took a swig of his scotch and gave Bug a nod in greeting before turning his attention to Eryca. "So where ye from, lass?" he asked. "Ye don' look like yer from 'round here."

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#, as written by rextrex
A girl walks in, whistling. She sits at a stool. " 'Ello! I would like a latte, French roast, medium brewed." She holds out a crumpled five-dollar bill and slaps it on the counter. She looks at Bug. "You gettin' drunk as a skunk tonight?" She laughs. "I like me some cherry rum, maybe some tequila, but not scotch. Much too fermented. And I am not 19. I probably shouldn't tell you now, probably would weird you out. I'm the Magician."

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Eryca turned away from watching Bug receive her drink, and eyed Fenrias. "No..i'm not.." she replied, an air of mistrust lining her words. "And judging by that accent of yours, neither are you." Eryca shuffled nervously on her seat, remembering that when he walked in she thought he was handsome. Now that he was closer, she had to admit he was so, in a rugged, messy way. Nice.

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#, as written by gio0128
Ithon walks up and interrupts the conversation. He sits down and prepares to speak.

"Any one of you need to hire an assassin? I'm cheap these days."

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#, as written by gio0128
"Give me your best poison, something that'll keep 'me' down for days."

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The doors to the infamous bar opened an in walked a patron who hadn't come here for a long time. His life hadn't been the best, most of his friends, family and otherwise were dead. Now it was just him and his dog, whom he had left at his camp out in the woods for now.

Standing at six foot three with a muscular build, this man would normally be quite intimidating, however the sad, lonely look on his face made him look rather weak and unassuming. His black hair was well trimmed, however, and his dark green eyes held power in them, though it was mostly latent. His tanned skin hid beneath his clothing, which hid behind his black travelers coat, which was well worn like his shoes.

From his left shoulder a bag hung, and in it there was some miscellaneous items such as money, clothing, etc. From the top of it the hilt of a katana; hopefully he wouldn't have to use it. This man walked over to the bar, placed his bag next to a stool, then sat on it, bringing up the holo-menu with a tired sigh.

"It has been quite a while since I've been in here..." he said calmly, remembering the last time he had been in here. The happiness that came from that thought was drowned out by the sadness and pain of the next one, so he sighed and ordered himself a simple glass of water from the menu.

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#, as written by rextrex
"Nah, I've got enemy's, but I don't really want to make any of them kick the bucket just yet." She looks at Fenrias and Eryca. "Almost no-one around here's a local." She grins. "I, myself, are from a completely different planet." She takes a sip of her latte. "So, if anyone's listening, I'm the Magician, call me Mags."

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Fenrias nodded. "Aye... I've hopped a few ponds on this blue marble." he said before smirking at Ithon. "Laddeh, I doubt broadcastin' a profession like dat is a very smart form o' marketin'. I c'n probableh get ya in touch with some people in the local industry if ye wan'..."

The Scotsman glanced over his shoulder as the new man stepped into the bar. His right nostril flared briefly. Fenrias recognized the scent of a wolf-blood anywhere. It was interesting to come across one of his own kind once in awhile... It reminded him that he was not entirely a freak.

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#, as written by rextrex
She sighs. "Yep. Completely ignored. Whatever, though!" She laughs. "Assassins are morons who murder for money!"Mags, appearing to be having some kind of 'episode' grins. "Blood is sticky." She holds up a finger. "You." Mags points to Fenrias. "Are older than you look. Much older. I would say nearly a millennium. Which is not a million years, like it sounds, but 1,000." She snaps her head back to normal. She points to Ithon. "Sorry." Mags moves her index to Fenrias' direction. "Sorry. I have some kind of psychopathy. Or whatever. Happens when your mind has so much as information as mine. Stuffed into it. Sorry."

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James blinked quickly, the scent of another werewolf floating past his nose. He glanced over to the Scottish werewolf for a second and nodded in recognition and in greeting. He himself had almost forgotten that he wasn't alone; that he wasn't the only werewolf in existence. He smiled at that fact, and put a few coins on the counter as the bartender brought him his water.

Wrapping his hand around the cold glass, he lifted it to his lips and took a drink of it, enjoying the feeling of cold, clear water flowing down his throat before he stopped and set the glass down on the counter, letting out a small sigh of gratitude.

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The great fiery orb in the sky descended behind the towering skycrapers of the metropolis as the day dragged on, causing darkness to shroud and consume its filthy bowels. Streetlights served as a futile vanguard against the concealing shadows of the encroaching night, which provided sanctuary for those seeking solitude.

A figure moved among the darkened sidewalks like a phantom - or a predator stalking the night. He walked silently, marked only by the subtle tapping of his boots against the pavement, and with skill only grown through experience at concealment. The man was dressed in a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, a deep brown leather jacket, and a baseball cap that shrouded his face. Brown hair fell midway to his shoulders while a trimmed beard decorated his hard jaw. His nostrils flared as he took in the numerous scents of the city. The smells varied like the garbage being crushed beneath his boots.

The expensive cologne of a late-working business man.

The stench of an urchin looking for his next fix.

The man continued to prowl the cityscape until he came to the end of a secluded alley. He stopped at the entrance, just beyond the revealing glow of the street lamp, and leaned against the brick wall. Fenrias opened his ears, closed his eyes, and waited.

It was time for the hunt to begin.

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A lone figure lurked in a dark shadow of the Undermarket. He watched the ebb and flow of the market in silence. The man stood partially outside the darkness, allowing a flicker of light to announce his presence. Fenrias Halvard, known by many names, was dressed in a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a dark brown leather jacket. A baseball cap shrouded his face while brown hair fell midway to his shoulders. Matching hair lined his hard jaw.

His nostrils flared as he took in the numerous scents of the Undermarket. The smells were as varied as the garbage piled in the corner behind him.

The stale gunpowder of an arms dealer.

The reek of an urchin looking for his next fix.

The man continued to scan the crowd that flowed passed him like a river. He'd left subtle hints on the Holonet that the infamous fence and smuggler, Ice Wolf, would be here - and he had heard rumors that people were seeking his services.

Or at least someone with his skills.

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Fenrias Halvard leaned against the entrance to a darkened alley. He watched the happenings of the Undermarket with keen eyes from the shadows as he searched for a potential mark or client.

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#, as written by Awinita
Wandering through the Undermarket, Taris was allowed a new set of freedoms thanks to finding her mother and bringing her to her beloved father. Now things were slightly easier. Taris at the moment was shopping rather nicely and had found a few vendors and shops along a sewer channel. The Undermarket was a huge place, and it was the perfect place for a Guild to hang out, or build up a reputation of some form. Anyform really.

Taris wandered from a shop and came across a small open air market infront of a tavern. The Slumwalks were not far away, but the Tavern stood over looking the open air market. Taris found herself stopping at what looked like a fish or meat vendor, but she also kept an ear out for something to occur around her.

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#, as written by Remæus
Remy "Gambit" LeBeau straightened his coat as he noticed several suspicious patrons entering the market. This place had sure become popular since it was confirmed to have existed... damn those pesky news reporters! Wing City had always been a place of change, but... his precious respite!

Finishing up his transaction with the final vendor he'd come here to see, Gambit then began to make his way back towards his age-old home.

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Fenrias wrinkled his nose at his latest customer. The hunched and wrapped man smelled like old death, and there was just something... unsettling about him. Nevertheless, he was paying well, and it was never good business to discriminate.

"Aye." Fenrias nodded as he discretely passed a manila folder to the man. "A wee little pup told me that there's going to be a massive influx of goods from here to Solinus. Might be worth yer interest. If ya get yer hands on a bit of a surplus, I can offer to liquidate yer assets for a small fee as well."

"Your business is appreciated." The man replied as he took the folder.

His entire body was covered in thick wrappings and a tattered cloak. There was a stench of death about it, both old decay and fresh blood, but he bore it no mind. The man known as Deathblade hid the folder away in his cloak and stalked away into the shadows.

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#, as written by Awinita
The young Shadow Dragon simply watched from afar as the scent of death wafted across her nose. It wasnt a lot to trigger her mind into thinking her father was around, he was infact quite busy elsewhere. Turning her purple eyes briefly towards the source fo the smell her stomach rumbled in hunger.

As soon as the cloaked stinking of death being left, Taris stepped to Fenrias stall. It wasnt often that Taris gained information. And from the look of things, this man wasnt selling food as she stood before his stall and pondered what to do next. She needed to eat something. Anything, preferably not a human being