Name: Fenrir Wolfson

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Frostholm

Hair color: brown

Eye color: Golden

Race: Human(shapeshifter)

Height: Six feet and three inches

Distinguishing features: His eyes, golden in color, have slitted pupils, and reflect light in the dark, giving them the appearance of glowing. His canines are larger than normal, evident when he smiles. Scars on his chest from wolves clawing him.

Family: Single

Kin: He obviously has parents, and has one younger brother.

Occupation: Hunter, warrior

Interests: Fenrir enjoys taming wolves.

Goals in life: He desires to prove that he has power.

Basic personality: Berserker,violent, arrogant.

What do you value most: Aegis, the wolfhound he tamed. He values his own strength.

World View "I'll be the alpha wolf.", "I'm not bloodthirsty, I just won't go down without a fight", "He's different, he's special...that's what losers say..."

Early background: Fenrir's father was a member of an elite warrior caste within his tribe. His family enjoyed high status, eating well, and having wealth. Fenrir grew up believing he was superior, and he was not discouraged.

Childhood Events: At age ten, he underwent a rite of passage called "the Blooding". He was left in a pit for a week, with several wolves. He had to die, or kill the wolves to survive. He killed the wolves, and ate their flesh. When the week had past, he was removed from the pit, and he was declared a man. He wore a necklace of wolves teeth, canines from the wolves he had killed.

Life events: At age fourteen, slavers attacked the hunting party Fenrir was with. The boy fought as well as could be expected, but the crude bows and spears were no match for steel arms and armor. He was enslaved, and forced to fight in pits for the amusement of the crowds. It continued like this for four years, an unending cycle of death. He grew strong. He grew tall. He was exchanged several times, ending up in many different lands, fighting many different beasts. A day's travel before his owner's would reach the Mothercity, to put on a show for a very wealthy merchant, Fenrir's birthright took hold. The full moon sung out to the blood within his veins. The young man underwent a furious change. He became a beast, half man, half wolf. He broke free from his captors, leaving no one left alive. He awoke in the morning, covered in blood, unharmed, and only with a vague memory of what happened. Salvaging what supplies he could, he quickly left the scene.

Love and war: He was kind of an enslaved fighter, and had no time for this kind of thing.

Current Situation: Using skills earned in the pits, he hires himself out as a mercenary.

Current Outlook: He despises selling his sword arm for money, and longs for home.

Complications: The slavers he killed had friends in high places. Friends with money and resources. And the vindictiveness to use them.

Psychological complications: He can talk to wolves, and people think he's crazy. And he does prefer the company of wolves/dogs to that of humans.

Social Limitations: He hates slavers. He'll stalk them, and kill them as soon as they leave town. He will scorn them openly, and loudly state his opposition to slavery.

Ennemies: As stated, the friends in high places of the slavers he killed.

Responsabilities: He owes allegiance to no one, save himself. He will honour a contract he enters in to the letter, unless the employer proves themselves to be unworthy of his services.

Perks/Privileges and Talents: Being a werewolf, he has better senses of smell, taste, hearing, night vision, etc. He can transform into a large wolf, and a wolf/human hybrid, when it suits him. Sometimes it happens involuntarily when he gets mad, or it's close to a full moon.

Gear: Standard adventuring gear, and a rather large two handed battle axe.