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fenrir yurik Nightshade
WAND Yew, dragon, 13” - wand Blackthorn, acromantula web - switchblade with wooden handle
APPEARANCE Fenrir’s pale skin shows how little he goes out into the sun. Though he isn’t a vampire, there is far too much work to be done in the main house to go out and enjoy a nice sunny day. On top of that, his ginger hair denotes a relationship with the sun would only leave him burned. His deep green eyes are observant of his surroundings, though he may not show it. He stands at a lanky 5’11, bearing no tattoos or piercings. All of his clothes are expensive and high end, though some look more like loungewear, and others look the part of how wealthy his family truly is. | pronunciation fen-r-ee-r yu-rik nite-shay-de nickname Fen, Yuri Master Fenrir Jack - work alias age & birthday 25 13 October 2001 gender & pronouns Male he/him blood status Pureblood sexuality Asexual Aromantic face claim Cameron Monaghan | ||||||||||
PERSONALITY Fenrir is a creation of his upbringing. When one is forced to fight to survive, it is not easy to get to the top. He doesn’t have a desire for the throne, but the closer he is to it, the more perks there are. Thinking mostly of his desires, he doesn’t much care for others, or how his actions affect them. Whether it be a sibling attempting to mess with his day, or a servant making the wrong move, he sees it as being their fault, and therefore must pay. Clearly there had to be a punishment. If he saw value in something, he would make it his. If a young girl gave him his competitors siblings, and after she had proven her loyalty, he would make sure that she was his. He wouldn’t ask, no, asking is beneath him. Fenrir would simply walk past her, grabbing her hair and forcing her to follow him. Being selfish doesn’t mean he’s predictable. He is rarely one to do what was expected of him by normal society. If anyone tried to surpass him in the family fight for the top, they would simply have to go. But just because he was holding his prey, about to strike, that doesn’t mean that he would kill, or even harm them. And, just because he walked right past someone, that didn’t mean that he would let them live with whatever mistake he had spotted, or just because he felt like it. Fenrir can be quite fickle though. He is not opposed to working with others, though he isn’t the best at it. Fenrir will ally himself with a family member, provided he sees the benefit of it. Sometimes that benefit is simply lulling his partner into a false sense of safety. One moment, he is a friend and partner, the next you are his newest toy. With a life of constant peril, Fenrir bores easily. Especially on days when it’s “business as usual” where the days are long and slow, and nothing new or exciting happens. Being bored is one of the more dangerous states for him to be in. When he’s bored, he will seek to create his own sort of fun. Learned English as part of his lessons, but while other kids went off to learn more languages, Fenrir was satisfied with just knowing two. If he was ever sent off to work elsewhere, a translator would be required. It made it more fun, a game, to see if the translator could keep things from feeling tedious. Though he does enjoy his work. He does work hard on things that keep his interest. Assassination is an easy way for him ot showcase his talents, though he does charge more for immediate results. The young man had to grow up quickly, especially once he got to the main house. Every step, every movement could be his last. He made everything quite clear, he was not one to mess with. He didn’t care about others feelings, and simply did what he wanted to do himself. If anyone got in his way, that was their funeral. Along with Heartless, he is also merciless. Seeing the fear in their eyes makes it all the more enjoyable. Victims begging for forgiveness and mercy will only bring a smile to his face. Often their actions only make him want to keep doing whatever torture he is doing. Causing others pain is one of his favorite pastimes. Fenrir loves the sight of someone’s skin splitting open under his switchblade, or seeing the agony of a victim under a curse. Causing pain and torturing others brings the young man joy. He revels in the misery of others, often lifting his chin to quite literally look down his nose at them. The young man is far from nice, but when he is the most violent is simply if he is awoken from his sleep, or extremely drunk. In both instances, death is sure to follow. Along with his Violent tendencies, he can also be quite callous. Fenrir holds the view that everyone is beneath him. Well, not everyone. There are a few that he will acknowledge that are on his same level, or even above him. That list was small and simple, the patriarch of the family, of course, his father, and the few siblings or cousins that happen to be in front of him in the eyes of the patriarch. Everyone else is simply beneath him. His other siblings and cousins would constantly try to surpass him. The servants were there to help make his life better, but were also in the most danger of his wrath. Everyone outside the family, and main house, were toys for him, plain and simple. ORIGIN & RELATIONS Origin: Russia, somewhere undisclosed and heavily enchanted Patriarch - male head of the family, oversees and controls the overall working of the house, servants and business’ Father - front runner in the competition of becoming the next patriarch Mother - diseased by Fenrir’s own hands Older squib sister - diseased by another family member Half siblings - Those who share the same father, but not the same mother Cousins - In the running of the Nightshade family Meredith - faithful maid, servant, secretary, assistant (one of the only people that he trusts) Maids/servants - they are all beneath him, and easy target practice HISTORY The Nightshade family is a pure blood family deeply rooted in dark magic. Each family member fights for survival and the ultimate prize of one day leading the family. Filled with treachery it is each person for themselves. If you are week, or show weekends, you are quickly erased from the ranks. Though such a chaotic family, there are still rules to follow. The women who give birth are treated well enough. Fenrir’s mother gave birth to her first child, a girl. The woman loved her little girl, so innocent and precious. The little life would soon be weaned and then brought trained to be the perfect Nightshade, like all her half siblings and cousins. This meant that the woman’s life would then be in danger. But she had a plan. She quickly got pregnant, before the first girl was ready to leave her mother. On a dark night in October, a blizzard settled in, making it one of the coldest nights. Although the secondary house was well kept, there was nothing to prevent the power from going out. Relying on fireplaces to keep the nearby area warm, and candles for light, this was clearly the unluckiest days of the year. And the woman had just gone into labor. Being born from such an intense situation, into such a family, he was named Fenrir. The boy’s earliest memory was that of spending time with his older sister and some half siblings, going to lessons and exploring the secondary house. Only a few days later, the kids were going about their normal fun before tragedy hit. One of his older cousins swooped in and killed his sister. Fenrir was five when it happened. There was speculation that the girl was a squib, but no one was entirely sure yet. Some of the cousins figured that it wasn't worth the wait. Before they left, they told the surprised young man that he should thank them. One less member meant that there was much less competition. This got the young child thinking. The secondary house was nice, but they were told that the main house was so much better. To the main house, the secondary house was a shabby old, abandoned, hobble. Two years later, his mother was pregnant once again. Still being young, he still lived with the woman, and she would have him feel her ever growing belly, explaining that soon, he would be a big brother to a little brother or sister. She helped him feel the parasite inside her kicking. But he didn’t want a little brother or sister. But the later it got, the bigger she grew. He just wanted it to go away, so he did just that. Only understanding the theory of magic by this point, and knowing about deadly curses, but not knowing how to enact them, he had to go another way. He chose a knife. It wasn’t easy at first, but once he felt the sharp metal item sink into flesh for the first time, he was sold. He enjoyed the sensation more than he thought he would. And he just couldn’t stop. With that one malicious act, he had earned a room in the main house. He was whisked away, without a chance to pack anything, or even clean himself up. That didn’t matter to him. He had felt the rush of his life, and he really wanted more. Upon first arrival at the main house, being one of the youngest family members to earn a place, he was introduced to the staff first, and eventually he met his competition. After Fenrir turned then years old, he could tell that many of the older kids wanted to get rid of him. He had quickly proven to be a threat to them. He worked on his own, and was clearly outnumbered. But then, one day, a servant girl around his age approached him, telling him something that the others had planned for him. Naturally he didn’t believe her, but acted cautiously nonetheless. Her warning proved to be true, but that didn’t mean that he trusted her. He insisted that she prove her loyalty, and shortly after that, he insisted that she serve him. She clearly didn’t mind, and she was by his side ever since. From the moment he joined the main household, it was a fight, a fight to the top. Well, not that he actually wanted to reach the top, but the more favored you were, the better your room, and the more perks you received. As an attempt to avoid anyone attempting to eliminate him through consumption of poison, Fenrir worked on slowly taking the substances. Allowing his body to build an immunity, as far as he could. With this, came his fascination with poisons. He played with thim, working on creating new or mutant forms of a poison. Keeping their secrets from others that may want to use his own creations on him. He experimented, and tested their potency on creatures and prisoners that they held in their basement. Some results were quite pleasing. Now Fenrir stands near the top of his generation, the servants fear him, and many of the Nightshades beneath him respect him, or rather, they pretend to respect him, while trying to find a way to knock him down. With Meredith by his side, he is nearly invincible. While most of his time he spends at home working on his experiments, and playing with his captive toys, he does get sent out on assignment for the family, and has picked up a side job of assassination for hire. In the world of assassination, he is only known as Jack. In his mind, there is no need to bring his family name into the mix. Being a native born and raised in Russia, he doesn’t care much about the goings on in the UK. The purifies worked hard for their goal, but were still simply beneath him. OOC
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