Fenris

FULL NAME:
→ Fenris

AGE:
→ 20

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Long forgotten

RACE/SPECIES:
→ Esparian/ Wolf

GENERATION:
→ Generation 5

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ 12th of december 1991




HEIGHT:
→ 172.72 centimeters.

WEIGHT:
→ 53.07kg till he gets fed a bit.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Fenris is a lanky looking man. With short fluffy white hair and a caramel smooth skin. The first feature that normally stand out to people are his ear. Long and pointed making him look Elvin. His eyes are a stunning bright moss green standing out against his skin and hair. Though his hair is a stark white his eyebrows are black maybe a hinting to what his hair colour was before he was turned into a chimera. His caramel skin is marked with white lines with a hint of blue making swirls and dots along his body in an almost tribal like pattern. Though beautiful the lines hold a lot of resentment from there owner. The markings are a transmutation markings which cause electronic sparks through his nervous system which cause him great pain. A punishment and a way of control when he would try to escape or turn on his masters.
Though rather tall he appears shorter then he is due to his bad posture and habit to slump. He also often checks his feet for stones and dirt due to some stubborn hatred for shoes. He wears an issued armour from his master which was designed not only to be effective but to intimidate. With sharp gauntlets to give him claws and sharp spikes designed like feathers in areas the rest is tight and form fitting to reduce restriction.


PERSONALITY:
→ Fenris is a hard fellow to get along with. With his prickly and broody nature and his general fondness to hate things, You can see why he’s not the life of the party. Being extremely defensive and untrusting he struggles to come out of that tense and bitter nature. It can be almost found adorable when he struggles with social situations and mere conversation.
He has a tendency to come across as rather frightful due to the general harsh manor of talking and the way he looks. Fenris is rather easy to offend so keep a key list of words and topics to not bring up around him otherwise you end up with a angry elf spitting curses at you. He is easy to offend and will happily hold a grudge. He is rather sensitive on certain topics about his life which makes his buttons easy to press. Though on the off occasion he doesn’t voice his opinion his ears will tell the story for him.
He loves his independence now that he has earned it and hates being mollycoddled in any forum. Being a prisoner and slave for all he can remember he rather stubborn in accepting help and now that he’s out and free he’s not willing to be someone’s pet again. Though at times it feels like a bitter joy as he is yet to be truly free and can't walk amongst the people without being stared at. The taught truly depresses him at times and quite often will either anger him or put him into a stupor. He is also extremely loyal. Once he has found respect in someone that person will hold it forever. As long as They deserve it. And he will protect those he cares for. He may struggle to show attachment and affection but he will willing die for people he holds dear.

LOVE:
→ His sword
→ Bacon
→ The idea of being free
→ Wine
→ Justice against Alchemists who play god
→ His independence

HATE:
→ MAGES.. joke joke
→ Scientists
→ Being called an elf...He's not an elf
→ His markings
→ Being touched
→ Being reminded that he is not classed as a person and is basicly a slave
→ Fish..that be cat food
→ Wine running out
→ Being called a wino...He's not an alchoholic....much
→ Anything that can be taken as condesending
→ Being treated as a test subject
→ Watching anyone being treated as a test subject
→ Alchemists to a degree he can't trust them.
→ Cats
→ Shoes and socks...He never wears them. The closest he wears are the straps that loops under his soles that are attacted to his leggings.
→ Being mistaken for ishvallen. Just cause he has white hair and tanned skin dose not make him ishvallen..that is sterotyping....then again for all he knows he could be ishvallen.... Oh gods! @_@
→ Having to admit that not all Alchemists are evil
→ Tanandra
→ This is the list that keeps on growing XD



HISTORY:
→ He had to run. The noise was pounding in his ears. So sensitive he could feel the blood trickling down his jaw line. The soles of his feet where tearing on the rubble he sprinted over, but he couldn't give even a second of time to caring. This was the only moment he could cease to escape. No matter the outcome he couldn't bare letting this opportunity slip from his grasp.
Another explosion ripped through the air causing his head to pound in his skull and his teeth to grit. His blood was burning in his veins causing his muscles to ache. The vessels in his lungs burnt as if hot coals had been stuffed into them as he sucked in the poison like air of ashes. Alchemist....what could they not spoil? If they didn't play god on others lives they would just turn around and try to kill each other.
He dived behind the crumbling stone wall of a building just as the ground he was on exploded and scattered in the air like fireworks. He rested against it feeling the cold metal of his broadsword against his feverish skin. Gulping in deep breaths of the toxic ashy air causing him to choke slightly as his lung protested weakly. His elf like ears twitched trying to regain there senses which had been shaken to the core. What felt like eons had passed in mere minuets as he regained his senses. The buzzing cleared in his hearing and the blurred images that gritted his vision cleared and returned to there definition.
Sharpened armoured fingers curled around the handle of the sword. In one smooth swing the blade cleaved through the air with a silent swoosh. Cutting the air which broke with a final yelp. The two halves of a chimera dropped with a sickening squelch. His nose scrunched as he blood pooled at his feet. Letting his bare toes wriggle trying to step out of it. He looked around trying to pin point the growls and barks. It seemed like the hunting chimera had escaped too. And the noise was driving them rabid. He pitted them slightly. They where dumb like animals and would either be killed or kill each other. Maybe a lucky few might get away and live wild but he highly doubted it.
Suddenly pained ripped through his left bicep. Sharp saturated teeth ripping through the skin, muscle and fat trying to tear it from the bone. A grunt escaped his chapped lips as he turned his body ramming the creature against the stone. It snarled tightening it hold unaware of the right hand nearing him. Armour claws as sharp as daggers stabbed into the creatures throat. The gauntlets curled around its windpipe and he ripped. Tearing it out causing the creature to gurgle. Its grip loosened before it slumped off and landed with a thump. Taking a cautioned second to look around in case more appeared he released the held breath.

He starred up at the starry sky as the train carried on the tracks. He has managed to hide amongst the refugees of the central bombings keeping his ears well covered. The wound on his arm still burned and part of him was sure there may of been some venom in the chimera's bite. It wouldn't of surprised him. That or it was going septic.
The cart door had been opened to let fresh air in as he sat in the storage compartment with only the company of bags and livestock to share the space with. He was quite happy with that. leaning against the open door as the wind swept his white hair in the breeze that made his arms shiver slightly. He had no clue where this train was taking him but away from the chaos and away from any certain Alchemist that would be looking for him. Scowling at the taught his eyes traced the markings on the inside of his arm. The swirls and dots he knew where there was obscured by the bandages but the rest of the lines dipped over the caramel skin before disappearing under the material and metal plating. He glared at them before turning his vision to the stars above. He had never seen a sky like this. Not as clear yet aluminated at the same time. Was this freedom...no he wouldn't be free it wouldn't be long until someone wanted there dear investment back. Then he would be hunted down like a rat…if they hadn’t started already. There was something more about these markings then just a control device. But of course they were not going to tell him. They hadn’t taught him how to read let alone what the master plan was. All he knew was when he was sold he had heard whispering of the lab being able to borrow him if need be. A shudder ran down his spine interrupting that train of taught. That woman…..
The woman who had brought him had already given him a vile taste in his mouth. Something about her screamed in his gut. Making every instinct he had want to run. Like looking a king cobra in the eye before slapping it. There was a great evil in that woman that greatly disturbed him. None of the other potential buyers had unnerved him so. She may have been beautiful but inside there was an ugly demon watching and waiting. And for a brief moment Fenris openly felt fear in him. The need to run away so much. She had left with promises to pick him up later. Luckily some god of some sort had decided he did not deserve such a fate and delivered a chance of freedom in the shape of a bomb hitting the building. He had wasted no second in pondering the actions of fate, no he had legged it and embraced freedom and all its glory. But now…he was hunted, he sighed again for now he will enjoy this bitter taste of freedom.

The train stopped in the south and during the night Fenris slipped from the luggage hold unseen. A coat draped over his head to make a makeshift cloak covered his face and ears and made the marking less obvious. But then again in the chaos of refugees and people rebuilding he barely got a glance or a whisper. This suited him fine. He just needed to find a point of shelter. Somewhere to hide, somewhere to rest. His upper arm felt like it was burning. The heat spreading towards his head and the wound even started to smell a bit. The cloth he had wrapped round it was filthy and he had yet to find a clean one during the journey. Suddenly he stopped. A scent raised in his nostrils tickling her senses. Someone who reeked of misery was following him. It didn’t take long it seemed. Now he wondered who was it. His creators and long time torturers or his new mistress. Only time will tell as Fenris thrust himself into the crowd and pushed his way through them.



TRIVIA:
→ Fenris knows nothing of his life before he became a chimera. He dosn't even remember his birthday so he will now celebrate the day of his escape instead. The 23rd of June which was the day central was bombed by RIOTE.
→ The markings on his body are a transmutation marking which releases electrical serges into his nerveous sytem which at most time are extremly painful though it can be pleasureable if an alchemist controled the volts correctly. They where branded into him after he attacked lab workers and tried to escape to often.
→ The is also something strange about the markings which causes him to be consently hunted. Not only as an escaped slave/pet to someone who brought him but he believes the markings arn't all what they seem.
→ He's not only being hunted by his creators but his new owner as well. He dosn't know much about her only that she gives off an odd vibe. That and she is irritating and he (you guessed it) hates her.
→ Fenris was never taught to read or write. He is completely illiterate.
→ Amestrian and seems to speak Esparian but he dosn't know what language it is he just knows it.




ALIAS:
→ Acra

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Acra Artemis and Reaver

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ To much dragon age 2...

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]DRAGON AGE 2/Gaider David-Bioware[/b]/[i]Fenris[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Little Runaway wolf

REVISE

- Minor typo over at trivia, it's Esparian instead of Esperian.
- Electrical surges are best left towards pleasure and pain respectively, but nothing more beyond that. Just to be sure, but I trust in your action. And this is a memo, not a request towards revision.
- May you give one more final detail in your history? Just a quick explanation over what happened besides being thrust into the crowd. Or are you planning to resolve that in a thread and this is but a start? Since I figured if you escaped in the 23rd which is the Central explosions, then I'd request you expand it albeit just leave a sort of hint towards things, besides an ambiguous cliffhanger (which by the way, happened in Dragon Age 2, lawl.)


Just a minor and quick brush up on your application, and you're good to go.

To lazy to switch accounts) do you mean at the end of the history nico?

IT'S NIKO. And yeah, end of the history.

Yeah that will be opening to a thread

annnddd Fixed

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