Post by hotpocket3 on Aug 17, 2011 3:28:28 GMT
Oh, lie to me, it's the new poetry
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Hrain •”Fenrir”• Leifer
Age »» Three-thousand eight-hundred and fifty-one(3851)
Gender »» Male
Species »» Demon – Dog Animon
Sexuality »» Straight
Occupation »» Increasing the population of demons
Face Claim »» Inuyasha - Sesshomaru
Powers »»
Fenrir has a multitude of telekinetic powers but they’re all rather weak. The only telekinetic ability of his that he could probably use better than almost any other demon is thoughtform. He can project a perfect representation of any of his memories into the third dimensional space around himself and others. His skill in that ability has also given him nearly perfect memory. He can essentially allow anybody within 25 feet of him to experience his memories exactly as they happened. Of course actual interaction with said memories isn’t possible though. It would simply be like standing in the picture of a playing movie. If he really focuses on his ability then he could even allow the other “viewers” of his memories to experience his emotions and senses at the time. He can also project the memories of others if they open their mind to him.
The only two telekinetic abilities that he has which are useful in combat are both very weak since he believes them to be “cheating” or “dishonorable”. He can form an inch wide energy “barrier” around his body but it is only strong enough to withstand a single shot from a small hand gun which shoots projectiles – lazer guns can shoot straight through it. A single slash of a sword would also be strong enough to go right through the barrier. Nonetheless, if he needs to escape from a battle (which he next to never does)then he can use it for temporary protection while fleeing. The other ability he has is to be able to vibrate the atoms in the edge of his swords (or any other held object) to the point where they can make a miniscule explosion upon impact. The “explosion” would only be strong enough to blast the immediate area that it struck. Even then, the explosion does nothing more than to help unbalance what it hits – it inflicts no true damage. It can be very useful though when trying to disrupt the stance of his opponent… but of course that’s “cheating” to him. He also doesn’t know how that ability works either; to him it’s just magic – not greatly speeding up the atoms in the edge of an object.
Fenrir’s last telekinetic ability would be great for combat but he refuses to ever use it in combat no matter what the circumstances are. He can greatly enhance his healing abilities for a short amount of time (10 minutes). He could repair broken bones, if his lungs were cut open he could heal them, he can cure any disease, the only thing he can’t do with that ability is to replace detached limbs. Other than his telekinetic abilities he has his “true” form – the horrifying dog form that has inspired the legends of “Fenrir”. He takes the form of a 14 foot-tall 4 foot-wide 374 pound white dog that looks more like a monster. There is nothing too special about him in this form except for the fact that he turns into a giant dog... and the acidic saliva and poisonous breath which can easily decimate his opponents. This “giant dog” form has inspired legends and myths for a reason though. He’s truly ferocious when in this form. Instead of just killing his opponents swiftly and playing fair – he’ll make his opponent’s death and slow and painful as possible now. He’ll treat them like how a normal dog would treat a chew toy; most of the time he even eats the body and soul of whoever he kills while in this form.
His telekinetic combat abilities may not be nearly as good as other demons are, but his skills with the sword are next to impossible to match within the human lifespan.
Appearance »»
Human Form
Demon/Animal Form
Fenrir is 6’4 and weighs 212 pounds. All that extra weight is muscle though so he has he very athletic build. He has very long white hair which goes down to just under his waist and bangs which stop at under his eyes. He keeps his bangs always parted though so they don’t obstruct his vision. His golden eyes only add to the already-attractive demon that Fenrir is. He has several red tattoos in the shape of what looks like cuts on his arms and face and a crescent moon-shaped tattoo on his forehead. He wears an expensive-looking white with red patterns kimono with a piece of ancient and very dented piece of armor on top of it near his stomach. His dog/demon form is 14 feet tall, 4 feet wide, and weighs 374 pounds. When in that form he takes the appearance of a monstrous dog that is constantly emitting a light gray fog around it. Not enough fog to actually impair anything’s vision though.
It's the language that we speak
Likes »»
»» Mating
»» Raising children demons
»» Werewolves (as opponents)
»» Fighting with melee weapons
»» Canines
Dislikes »»
»» Demons trying to co-exist with other races
»» Any kind of guns
»» Technology
»» Humans
»» People of Scandinavian descent
Goals »»
»» To live until humans begin exploring space despite disliking technological advancements
»» To produce as many offspring as possible before dying
Habits »»
»» Calling anybody who fights with anything but a melee weapon dishonorable (excluding fists and bows and arrows)
»» Trying to mate with any female demon he sees
Phobias »»
»» The demon race going extinct
»» Having people forget the legend of Fenrir (even though he dislikes pretty much everybody who would be more likely to know it)
Overall Personality »»
Fenrir is a very stubborn and confident “father” figure. He knows exactly how to handle children seeing as how he’s the father to close to 100 of them. Well, he knows how to deal with children up to the age of 5 anyways. Whenever somebody messes up something easy to do or doesn’t listen to him then he turns out to be right – he’ll lecture them for a long time no matter how trivial of a matter it was. He holds a great bias against every non-demon race. It’s really more of a jealousy though that nearly every race but the demons are prospering and expanding. No matter how many of the lady demons that he makes children with – their species are still decreasing in population. When it comes to the female demons he can seem very harsh and sadistic but even so, he’d try to get them to lay with him in order to produce more demons. Whenever he finds out that one of his partners has successfully gotten pregnant though he takes full care of his partner and child. He hasn’t been “in love” with any of the demons that have produced children for him to raise though – he sees something like that as just stupid and unnecessary. The way he treats his partners after they’re pregnant, and for the next 5 years though, could make you think otherwise. He abandons his partner and children as soon as the child reaches the age of 5. He practically leaves on the exact birthday.
He loves fighting with melee weapons such as swords, axes, and the likes. He considers all ranged weaponry except bow and arrows and crossbows to be “dishonorable”. He especially hates gun. He doesn’t like using his telekinetic powers in combat nor his dog form unless he’s outnumbered to the point where it would actually be “fair” for him to do so. He immediately harbors a strong dislike towards anybody whose name even sounds a tiny bit Scandinavian despite them being the ones to make the legend of Fenrir. He just doesn’t like them because in the mythology he’s nowhere near as ferocious as he really was. Over the course of 4000 years he’s seen and done a great amount of things which has led to great experience and knowledge. That’s mostly where he gets his confidence from. He doesn’t like hibernating due to being too defenseless for long amounts of time so he’s practically been truly living for 4000 years. Whenever he is “really” serious or close to a particular person, he’ll use his ability to project his memories. For example: If he’s fighting with another demon who is getting ready to do something stupid – he could show that demon a memory of his where somebody was doing the same thing. To him, one of the greatest joys of life – if not the greatest – is to further populate the demon race. It’s not the actual process which leads to a new demon that he’s fond of, just the actual end result.
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Mother »»Aina Leifer
Father »»Bendt Leifer
Siblings »» None
Pets »» None
History »»
Hrain Fenrir Leifer was born on the 27th of December in 562 – right at the beginning of the Dark Ages. He was born into a family of dog animon demons that lived in the north-most tip of Norway. They lived in a small cave that no explorers ever dared to go near. There were many stories of a vicious pack of wolves that could eat your soul living in that cave… which was mostly true. The family consisted of his mother and father, his aunt and her husband, three cousins, and his grandpa. They had raised Fenrir telling him about how Norway is their land – not the humans. The family had been taking him raiding towns with them since he was three – well before he could actually fight. They were desensitizing him. They’d execute people directly in-front of him no matter how much he cried. After several raids and a lot of bloodshed, he got used to it and no longer cried. In fact, he’d giggle most of the time after that.
When he was 5 it was time for a family tradition. They’d capture several humans, put them in a room together with weapons then toss him into the same room. If he couldn’t kill the humans by himself then he wasn’t worthy of life in the eyes of his family. When it was finally time for him to be locked into the room with the humans he thought that he would be able to do it easily. His cousin had done it just fine the year before and he could always beat up his cousin in play-fights. As soon as he saw the humans he got scared though – his family wasn’t there to help him if something went wrong. They would let him die. The humans would have no problem killing a child – they knew what he was. The moment they saw the door open they rushed it but the door had been closed before they could get out… there was a child there now though.
One of the humans had a stone-tipped spear which he thrust into the arm of Fenrir, breaking his right arm. The human then kicked him and he was already passing out from the pain. Then, right before he passed out, he turned into a large white dog and proceeded to devastate the humans that were in the room. When he was done killing them – he ate their souls. He didn’t even know how he did it but he did. When he went back to his human form he passed out and his family came to take him to bed. He woke up two days later and was congratulated by his family. They were going to celebrate by raiding one of the nearby towns that they barely let stay alive.
In the year 762, Fenrir was now 200 years old and his family was still dominating the humans in the northern areas of Norway. That was until one of the more successful Viking raiding parties had come into their territory. The Vikings were no match for the demons individually… but they could still put up a fight. Especially when fighting together. In the first fight with the Vikings his grandpa had been killed from one of the Viking axe men decapitating him. The Vikings had continuously been fighting with the demons on the border of their territory and slowly but surely kept on pushing on closer to their home in the cave. After a month of back and forth fighting, his grandpa, uncle, and all three of his cousins had died.
The demons could no-longer keep the powerful Viking horde from their home. They had lost nearly all of their territory already, the villages that they allowed to live had been burnt down to the ground, and they just couldn’t fight back. Even in their demon-dog forms they could still be defeated by the Vikings. Hundreds of Vikings had been killed while only 5 of them had been killed… but 5 was too many. They decided not to run though. They’d die protecting the last of their territory. They fought for hours straight against nearly a hundred of the Vikings and the numbers on both sides slowly dwindled.
By the end of the fighting, only his aunt and himself were still alive; his aunt being heavily wounded. He’d take care of his aunt for several days before she’d die. Her heightened healing abilities weren’t strong nor fast enough to repair the amount of damage she had sustained. Now that he was the lone survivor of his known family – he’d spend the next several hundred years killing every single human he met in the wild. He no longer owned any “territory” and travelled all throughout Norway and Sweden in his demon-dog form. There was only a single time that he spared a group of humans and that was because they had helped him (even though he didn’t need it) when he got ambushed by a group of hunters. They were in awe of Fenrir. There had already been rumors of a giant wolf roaming the lands killing random humans, but the beast was nameless.
Fenrir had switched to his human form and allowed the group of humans to see him like that. Even though he didn’t need their help and was mad at them for helping him – he had to thank them. They also asked him for his name in which he just replied “Fenrir”. Thus began the legend and myth of Fenrir. It got heavily warped though after time. In the year 1373 he began to roam the rest of Europe. Unfortunately he had to do it in his human form. Humans had begun hunting down demons and killing them since they realized it doesn’t take anything special to kill them like they thought.
He fought in several wars for different sides each time; he even was disappointed that he had been a hundred years too late for the 9th Crusade, it sounded like it might have been fun. A hundred years later he even joined Vlad the Impaler’s military for his 3rd reign. He fought in every battle under Vlad’s flag until he was killed two months later. He personally watched Vlad die. Several hundred years later when people began calling Vlad a vampire, he’d laugh at the thought. Then when he thought about it he really couldn’t tell…
In 1597, Fenrir decided to stow-away on a Spanish ship which was headed for the Americas. There wasn’t anything interesting going on in Europe at the moment. He failed at being sneaky aboard the shop though and ended up being found and almost forced to jump over-board. He resisted though and ended up being shot several times. He had his battle axe to fight with but the Spaniards had that newish weapon, the “firearm”. He managed to kill off the soldiers that had assaulted him and once they were dealt with the rest of the crew didn’t seem to dare oppose him in fear of dying themselves.
Thankfully his healing powers had always been better than that of his slain family. Being shot four times by crude musket balls wouldn’t kill him. Upon arriving in the Americas, the Spanish Conquest had already been completed. He heard of the English settling in the northern Americas though so he decided to travel north and that was when he found a small Indian tribe in where would be South Carolina. The tribe was getting ready to attack him when he then transformed into his demon-dog form. He could have easily beaten them without his demon form but he saw no reason to kill these people so he decided to instead scare them off. Instead of scaring them off though they bowed down to him and began preparing a party of sorts. Fenrir was very confused. Had these people never heard of demons before?
During the celebrations they put a weird sort of red paste onto his body and forehead. The paste on his forehead resembled a crescent moon while the red paste on his body just looked like red slash marks. He lived… or rather… co-existed with the tribe for around ten years before the English had started colonizing that land. The tribe he was staying with was very territorial just like his family was. Every time Englishmen came onto their land they would kill them. As the forest’s trees began to thin out from being cut down by the English, the Indians were losing their land. Fenrir would help them fight but he could never use his demon form around the English. They should know what a demon is and then once it gets out that there is a possible demon in the Americas there will be people coming to hunt him.
It wouldn’t be long before the tribe lost their land and home and were forced to travel to the west. Fenrir decided not to go with them though. Instead, he decided to leave for a new part of the world again. He had to sneak onto an English ship that was going to leave for London – that proved to be harder than he originally thought. Once he arrived though he decided that the next continent he’d go to is Asia. He’d been to parts of Asia before but never to Japan or Korea. So he decided to go to Japan to see what kind of trouble he could cause. One of the first things he did was… steal a kimono that he really liked. Then he learned of Japan’s sense of honor and fighting styles. He was very impressed with them until he learned that they were the ones who pretty much invented firearms – then he wasn’t so impressed.
Over the course of his stay in Japan, he stopped using axes and spears as weapons and begun using a katana. Well, he really has two katanas but he never fights with both at once. He lived in Hiroshima up until the end of World War 2; more specifically, until the atomic bomb dropped. He lived several miles outside of the destruction zone from the blast of the bomb but the radiation was still heavy enough to make him sick. If he were human he would have died from radiation poisoning. He hated the bomb. Not because it killed all those people but because of how it killed them. He hated how it was an indirect method of killing. It was an explosion caused by a bomb dropped by a plane flying high enough to avoid detection. Where was the honor in that? At this point, Fenrir decided that the human race is worthless. Just when he started respecting the humans again it was all lost. He travelled back to the Americas in 1976 and began killing random humans that he’d find in forests. He’s practically been living in national forests since then. After the crisis with the trees hit, he was thinking like “If everybody but us demons are being affected… this will be a good time for our race to restore its former glory.” Ever since he had that thought he’s practically been trying to make as many lady-demons pregnant as possible in order to raise the population of demons. He always abandons his children and partner at the age of five. He’s had so many children that he’s lost count – probably around 130.
That’s how Fenrir has been living for the last 2000-some years. Killing random humans that he meets without bias and having lots of children.
