Part I: YOU Info

Name: Ephie ^o^

Email address: Ssqueakers@aol.com

IM Handles/Services: Heehee...well, seeing I have an AOL address...I can talk to someone using the messenger on Ssqueakers. Really. I'm like...always on. o_o

Past Experience: Yup yup! My current characters include: Vata from Sailormoon:Genesis, Momus from Mythos, Tiger's Eye from CMF, Lightningopal Knight from Missing Shard, and Kinyonga from Lost Eden. ^__^

Web Stuff: Well...I would have one...though I need to learn me summore ht-emml. I do believe my first one is still up, though...Chi and Phi's Garden. P:

Part II: Basic Civilian Stats

Character Name : He usually goes by Marrok, who was a knight thought to be a werewolf in Arthurian Legends. He doesn't have a last name since he never learned it and his host being a lone wolf (actually, he just wasn't a popular kid) anyway, no one knew it either. If he needs one, he'll probably look around at his surroundings and draw some random word. He'll insist you'll call him Marrok, though, since he probably won't remember what he told you. Think of it being like "Cher."

Character Position: The alpha of the pack, Fenris! :D (Or at least he likes to think of himself as alpha).

Character Myth: Okay, breaks down something like this. Fenris (or Fenrir, depending on the source) was this huge wolf guy, eldest child of Loki and a giantess named Angrboda. And the gods got wind of a prophecy that said the wolf and his family would be responsible for the destruction of the world. Well, not wanting that to happen, they caught him and locked him in a cage. All but Tyr feared and neglected him. Because Tyr is just a nice guy, that's why.

So anyway, at first they didn't see Fenris as much of a threat, being a little guy, but after a little while they noticed he wasn't a little guy, but a really really big guy. Well, they thought he had become a huge threat and decided to "render him harmless" (...whatever that means) but, remember, the gods were pansies and didn't want to go near him. So they thought that they could just trick him instead.

Since none of them had been around him, they all thought he was really weak and said he could never break free if he was chained. Well, having confidence in himself, Fenris accepted the challenge and was chained. Sadly, the gods were terribly mistaken and he broke through the chains as if they were nothing but cobwebs. Well, not wanting to loose, the gods made the dwarves craft a magical chain that would be able to hold him. The result? A ribbon named Gleipnir (hey...I didn't name it) made from six really weird things: the footstep of a cat, the roots of a mountain, a woman's beard, the breath of fishes, the sinews of a bear, and a bird's spittle. Wow.

Well, they tried to make Fenris do it again, but he thought something might be up. Besides, how much glory is there to break a ribbon? Seriously, though. But the gods apparently are really good at peer pressure and he gave in, thinking that his strength and pride would be tested and doubted. But he was still suspicious, so he had one of them agree to put a hand in his mouth in case something went wrong. Tyr agreed, since he's that nice guy and he's the one who's been raising him anyway, he figured, hell, why not?

Well, that stupid Gleipnir held Fenris there and wolfie-boy was not happy at all. So what did he do? the first thing that came to his mind: bite. That resulted in the amputation of Tyr's hand. Poor guy.

Well, the gods were quite pleased with themselves, and Tyr was writhing in pain as they carried Fenris and chained him to a rock (Gioll) which went down a mile into earth. Not wanting another Tyr incident to happen, they put a sword through his jaws so he couldn't bite again. But on the day of Ragnarok he will break his chains and join with the giants to fight against those mean mean gods. He will also seek out Odin and devour him and Vidar will kill Fenris in turn for revenge. So I would bet the three wouldn’t exactly be buddy buddy, hmm?

Charming.

Zodiac and Age Info: March 14, Pisces, Taurus Moon, Virgo Rising. 22.
March 14 is the date that Balto died in 1933. Seriously, that's the best I could do.

Bloodtype: A. Type A people are usually calm, composed, level-headed and serious. They also tend to be reliable and trustworthy, as well as hard headed.

Likes:

 

Rare: Mmm. Nothing says bon appetite like some steak tar-tar. Well, maybe not quite that raw, but Merrok likes things to be, shall we say, a little less than cooked. He enjoys rare steaks, burgers, even prefers an occasional rare veggie. Though he will at least cook things like poultry or pork, so it mostly applies to beef.

 

Canines: Well, this is one of those “DUH!”s. I mean what kind of Fenris would he be if he had a strong dislike for members of his own “family”? But even Merrok has always been a dog kind of guy. He’s just a little more obsessive now. If things went his way, he’d try to own every dog in the greater Seattle area, so long as they understood he was alpha.  

 

The smell of wood: It’s very relaxing. He loves the subtle smell that his firewood gives off to his small front living room and he loves the smell of burnt or burning wood so he utilizes his fireplace as much as possible. Plus, fireplaces are so nice and toasty!

 

Video games: Well, when Merrok wants something else to do, he’ll settle down with his Game Boy Pocket or Atari system. He doesn’t have anything else above those systems, mostly because he wouldn’t be able to see the different details, but they work just fine for the jobs Merrok wants to be done. But he could spend hours in front of the TV or Game Boy screen, catching Pokemon, playing Pong, or getting Kirby past King Dedede. He probably has every regular Game Boy game including a few color ones that still work on the old system.

Dislikes:

 

Greens: Merrok will never be caught eating a nice salad, cole slaw, or even so much as some lettuce on his burger. He doesn’t like it at all. He will eat an occasional carrot or two, but it’s the leafy greens he detests. Not only does he feel they taste bitter, but it makes him a bit sick to his stomach.

 

Whistles: Oh dude, talk about ear splitting pain. Literally. Whistles of any kind are just too high and piercing to Merrok, especially since his hearing is key. So usually he’ll wince and scowl when he hears it, or just try to steer away from the noise. He’s also not above from yanking it away from some little kid who’s making a awful racket.

 

Colors: He’s just a little bias. Okay, he’s a lot bias. He’s rather touchy when someone refers to colors for ways of description or directions. Since he can’t see it, he doesn’t care. And it really pisses him off when they know he’s color blind but just choose to ignore it.

 

Bright flashing lights: Not only are they really distracting, but very blinding. Being color blind, he’s more sensitive to light and those little flashes from a cop car, or arcade tend to temporarily blind him for a few moments. So he tends to avoid places like that at all costs and sticks to his Game Boy whenever he needs his video game fix. He also doesn’t drive, so that pretty much rules out encounters with most flashing emergency vehicle lights and whatnot. Well, on the road at least.

Hobbies:

 

Playing: To him, life is one big game, or competition. He likes to compete in everything and strives to be top dog. It’s almost as if he only takes life seriously enough to have that need to compete and win. He loves “the thrill of the hunt” when his adrenaline is pumping.  He also spends a lot of his free time playing video games or card games, mostly with himself. Every once and a while he’ll play one of the two board games he has with a guest, but he doesn’t have those too often. 

 

Dog Training: He loves to do it, plus it’s his job. He has a really good knack at it, and seems to get his point across to his students that he is the leader and not one to be messed with, at that. He takes in the dogs from the shelter that weren’t fit for being pets but have potential for being working dogs and trains them hard and well. Not only does Merrok become their boss, but their protector and playmate. He spends most of his day with these dogs and forms a bond with them that neither forget.

Physical Description:

Hair: Merrok's hair is a snow white with a light grey appearing in small tufts around his temples, short, spiky, and very coarse. Think bed-head. He doesn't really care too much of his appearance and the only time I think you'll see the hair flat against his head is if it was wet or he just came out of a barber shop. He'll wash it, but that's about it.

Eyes: Due to the powers that be and the allowances of anime (plus the fact that Fenris is based on wolves), his eyes are a nice golden yellow with a slight reddish hue around his pupils. Why red? Because he has complete achromatopsia (Fenris: Bless you). In other words, he's completely color blind. He can only see in shades of grey between black and white. Unfortunately, people with this kind of disease are also very sensitive to light and one way to help achromats is to use red central contact lenses, which have a reddish ring around the pupil to reduce light entering the eye and allows primarily red light to enter, making it sort of like constant help with night vision. Unfortunately, he also wears glasses on top of the contacts in order to see better, clarity wise. The glasses aren't necessary as the contacts could very well have a prescription, but with the lenses that dim according to light levels, it just makes it that much more comfortable for him to have the two forms of eyewear.

Face: Merrok has a slender face with a squared off chin and high, rounded cheekbones. His nose is a little large and round and his ears are the perfect size for his shaped head. His skin is a medium to light peach color and he also has a few pock marks around his cheeks from messing with teenage acne.

Voice: Low, raspy, but very relaxing. It usually comes off as being very calm but with a lot of body and feeling behind every word. When he gets annoyed, angry, or just plain snippy, he usually comes off sounding very sharp and tends to cut his words off earlier than he means. It's probably not a good idea to correct him when he does that, either. Merrok also tends to almost growl when provoked in such a manner.

Build: Merrok is probably mid to high inches in the 5' range and has a lean, but strong and toned build on him. He's not exactly someone who looks like you'd want to pick a fight with, nerdy glasses or not. He always has a confident stance around him as if you're in his territory and he better be respected, almost coming off as being very military-like.

Usual Attire: Unlike his hair, everything he wears always seems so crisp, clean and sophisticated. Even though he spends all of his time playing with and training dogs, he still has that fresh look, even when covered in mud. He isn't ashamed to ask the sales person what would go with what, seeing he can't really tell if the orange pants would clash with the neon pink and lime green plaid shirt. So since he almost always has a shopping assistant, he lands himself some of the more popular and trendy styles of the time. But you can imagine that every once and a while he will mix some articles of clothing in his wardrobe and just not match at all.

NPCs:

Sye: Merrok’s superior at the shelter. He’s the one that gave the needy teen a job those few years ago, since the ability to see color wasn’t needed as a skill and he was short on help anyway. Besides, Merrok looked so pitiful and down on his luck every time he would swing by, looking at the dogs he wished he could call his own. He’s a tall, burly man who looks like he should have a job with construction or fixing motorcycles rather than helping the poor kitties and puppies of Seattle. He really is a nice guy who likes to help people. A lot. When he’s not working at his shelter, he’s off running around, trying to put his multiple skills to good use. And he always has a good story to tell.

Sirius: He's an Akita mix and Merrok's personal pet. He's mostly white with a few patches of light tan on his back, on his ears, paws, and tail. He was actually given to him by Sye because the mutt would only listen to Merrok once he went through his training. Plus, the lad was looking for his own pooch anyway. He gets his attitude from his Akita side and likes to herd little children and is generally a sweet dog unless he knows you're doing something you're not supposed to. He doesn't attack anyone unless Merrok says so, he'll just growl at you and maybe bark a few times to be intimidating when he needs to be. But generally, Sirius just tries to be a lap dog. A very large and heavy lap dog.

School/Work: Marrok works as a dog trainer for a local shelter which helps turn dogs not fit for being house pets into working dogs. It started when he was working with the animals as a kennel maid, and people noticed no matter how rowdy the dog was before, he could calm down just enough to sit and stay if needed. Well Sye, his superior, looked very interested indeed, and being a former K-9 cop himself, saw potential in his gifted ability to almost communicate with the dogs so well. Well, after Sye put in some good words and was able to put him through some small training to show what behaviors they were looking for, Merrok was hired. After a few dogs trained and a raise at his other job from the shelter, he was able to eventually move out of his little roach motel of an apartment and afford a down payment on a small house with a front and back yard to accommodate his canine students. He also gets by with a lot of donations from the shelter and through the Seattle police as far as supplies for his dogs go.

Part III: Very Important Info

Personality:

 

Merrok was a moody little snot with this ‘why me’ and ‘go away’ sort of attitude. Having been an only child, and quite spoiled at that, with a slight disability and somewhat overprotective parents, you can imagine what a culture shock he got when he left home. No one really cared about him. WTF is that all about? Well, when his attitude started to change a bit, mainly him seeming to get irritated a lot easier than before, was only Fenris getting under his skin. Almost quite literally.

 

Fenris tends to be quite territorial. In other words, very possessive. If it’s his, he’ll let you know, and he doesn’t want to hear otherwise, thank you. Usually you’ll have to get his permission to use or do something or even be somewhere that belongs to him, but as long as he knows what you’re doing and you’re not going to totally destroy everything that he’s worked so hard to get/do, he’ll most likely let you. Otherwise, beware for him to get very snappy with you. He’s also very much aware of most of his surroundings. Well, save the whole color thing, but that just can’t be helped, now can it? But he usually has a good notion of where he is and what’s going on. He makes sure he does.

 

He’s a list maker. He doesn’t always follow the list, and sometimes the list just gets forgotten in the confusion, but writing things down in list form makes him feel better to know that ultimately everything has it’s place and time to be there. He really doesn’t care all too much on the where’s and how’s and what’s it takes to get there, as long as it gets done with the desired effects at the end. So a lot of times his decisions are made only on the hunches or feelings he may get, rather than solid fact. Because let’s face it, the world itself is based on assumptions and lacks a lot of solid facts. He doesn’t really rush decisions or anything, there is just no real backbone that he bases his decisions off of most of the time, which may make him seem a bit impractical or illogical a lot of times.

 

Fenris also tends to be a workaholic who and has to have generous amounts of “me time,” preferably alone. (This would probably be where the video games come in…) He also uses this time to tidy up his territories, if they need tiding. He likes things to be organized and clean. It’s just more convenient and faster when you try to look for or use something.

 

Fenris is also probably the most stubbornly loyal people you’d ever meet. Once you establish a connection with him, he will stick by his allies, even blindly. So you could even turn on him later down the road (not recommended, but possible) and though he may have his trust and faith in you severely tested, he will still have a sort of allegiance to you that he just can’t throw away and forget as easily as you may have. (So my bet would be that he would still be faithful to Tyr…you know…that one handed nice guy.) He has the same attitude through his ideals on life and whatnot; he’ll stick by them through thick and thin, no matter what happens.

 

Though through all of this, he’s really quite civil, and even somewhat nice to everyone unless you prove him otherwise. He doesn’t like to impose on people and certainly won’t allow to be imposed upon. Because he doesn’t want to owe anyone anything, he tries to make debts even asap unless it would fall in his favor. He also doesn’t like contradictions because he doesn’t like to argue, really. He’d just rather be right.

 

As far as his temperament goes, it doesn’t take much to get him mad or annoyed, but he only responds with an overwhelming amount of nasty, biting sarcasm. It isn’t until he gets really pissed off when he starts yelling and looking as if he will rip your head off, throw it on a pike and dance around. But even with it not being such a big feat to get to the sarcasm stage, you haft to have done something really bad for him to get mad enough for tribal dances.

 

Pro: fiercely loyal, knows his surroundings, organized, gets things done

 

Con: possessive, very sarcastic, color blind, workaholic, stubborn, blindly faithful

History:

 

Well, Merrok was born to the north on the outskirts of Seattle and was color impaired since birth. Noticing their child squinted a lot and didn’t really respond to the bright colors and shapes in his toys like other children did, Merrok’s family took him to the optometrist, but being too young to do any colorblind testing, he was passed off as having okay eyesight, but to come and see them a few years to see if the child needed glasses. Well, it was more or less forgotten and life went on, as it has the tendency to do. Little Merrok was growing up to be quite the curious lad and couldn’t wait for his first year of school: Kindergarten. Boy was he excited.

 

The excitement soon died down…quickly. The playground on most days were too bright for him to play (especially with the glare from the clouds) and he didn’t see what the big deal with colors was anyway. That brown horsey didn’t look much different from the grey donkey. He was really lagging behind the children and the teachers took concern and pulled out one of the literature books from the shelves. They showed Merrok a few circles made out of dots and asked him what he saw. It was just a bunch of circles of dots to him. After a quick talk of concern between parents and teachers, Merrok then found himself back at the optometrist. To make a long story short, Merrok was given glasses for his bad vision and diagnosed with achromatopsia.

 

So, feeling that he wouldn’t do very well in public schools and since he was sensitive to the bright sunlight, they decided to home school him instead. So both the parents took turns home schooling Merrok though out the years, from kindergarten through high school. So poor Merrok never got to enjoy the pleasures of popularity, cliques, or school dances. Not that it much mattered to him, anyway. He was quite content staying at home with his parents and dogs. He wasn’t a very active kid during the day, either, being sensitive to bright light and all. So he started his day sometime around early to mid afternoon and ended it very late at night to miss most of the bright sun. Or glare. Depends on the weather.

 

Well, unfortunately, Merrok’s father saw that he couldn’t just have their son, with at least his high school education and all sit around the house and not even attempt to get himself a form of employment. So after a long heated argument between family members, Merrok, now about 19 or 20 left for the bus station with a few essential items to go and “better himself.” He got into town and after wandering around the greater Seattle area for a while and found himself an apartment, he went looking for a job. Preferably one that required no color coordinating.

 

Merrok was just in luck! As he passed by the animal shelter he so frequently stopped by (yeah…insert time lapse, about a few weeks) to look at the dogs, longing to have a companion again (but you know, if he doesn’t have much money to feed himself, what makes you think he has money for the dog, too?) Sye, a large man with an eager smile and a biker appearance asked if the lad was looking for a job. Well how convenient was that? So Merrok began to work his tail off for Sye to earn himself a living, and giving him a job right then and there was more than generous.

 

Things were pretty normal, or as normal as it could be, (insert another time lapse, this time, about a year) until Merrok met a strange white dog in the alley behind the shelter, with golden cuffs and a grey stripe on its muzzle. After he had been out there for a while (how long does it take to throw out the trash?), Sye went to see if the kid was okay. He was fine, and there wasn’t a sign of there ever being a dog in the first place. Merrok seemed a little bit out of it, but otherwise okay and the same as he had always been.

 

At least, that’s what it may have seemed like to someone who wasn’t there.

 

But since then, Merrok’s relationship with his canine companions has grown immensely, even more so than before, giving him the chance to start training dogs, something both fun and profitable.

Part IV: Minion Information

Name: Fenris! You remember...Fenris? From the party? You were there...aaah, good times, goooooood times.

Special Abilities or “Helpers”:

Heightened senses: Well, if he's color blind and sensitive to light, he's got to have something to compensate for it, right? Well, he can see just that much better in the dark, for one. It's still all black and white, yes, but a lot clearer and easier than if he were to try and attempt to look at the room with full noon day sun. He also has better hearing, probably about as much as a dog's, which almost goes for his sense of smell too. It's heightened, but he's no bloodhound. He can just tell you what someone might be having for dinner a few houses down. Now Merrok had a bit of heightened senses before he was taken over by Fenris, but Fenris was sort of like an antenna booster and gave everything a higher sensitivity.

 

Outer Strength: Fenris/Merrok is really strong. Not like, rip a telephone book in half, but close. (I suppose if he really tried, he could…) He’s really good about lifting things and was really a huge help at the kennel when an injured dog needed to be moved, or some poor pooch was too violent to be taken out of the crate, he could just pick the whole thing up without so much as straining his back. But in all reality, he doesn’t look to be nearly as strong as he is. 

Canine Companions: Well, Fenris, being a big wolf guy and all has a big understanding of the canine world, and in turn they have an understanding with him. And Merrok, being Fenris' host, also has that ability! Imagine that! It's almost as if they speak each other’s language. Granted, he can't hold a conversation like "Oh, hi Fido, what's shakin'?" and expect them to reply "Oh, nothing. My person just gave me a new flea collar and a bath yesterday. Boy I just hate it when she does that to me!" It's more on an empathetic level.

Animorph!: Yeah, that's basically it. He can shape shift from man to wolf at will, though it does use a lot of energy and how many white wolves do you see in the suburbs of Seattle? Yup, he's a white wolf, a timber wolf to be exact, with the only impurity of grey on the tips and front edges of his ears and a light grey stripe up his muzzle. I suppose if he really wanted to, he could stop somewhere between the two forms and be some sort of wolf man, but it's really painful to stop mid-change and he's not very graceful as a "werewolf" as it were.

You can’t be Sirius: Yeah, as you might have guessed, Sirius is here for more than just herding children and commanding everyone to love his big fluffy self. He's a dog with spidey senses and can tell if Fenris needs help or needs to shake a tail and get a move on. He'll also appear at an occasional battle, but he's no more help than just a big, strong, somewhat intimidating, ordinary dog. So no breath weapon or laser eyes, just his own bulk and bite.

Henshin: "Fenris Heroic Power!"
Merrok shouts out this phrase and suddenly he's only a black silhouette against a white background. He starts to run, but before he can get more than a few steps in, a grey chain wraps around his arm. He's pulled back and after looking at it, he struggles and yanks on it as he tries to run again. Suddenly, another chain appears and grabs his other arm. Panicking, he tries to bolt again and more chains come, getting faster and more numerous until he is completely covered in the grey chains. After it seems like he couldn't move anymore, a muffled wolf howl is heard and the chains break, revealing Fenris, not looking too happy.

Armor/Fuku: Okay, so the funny thing about Fenris is that he’s a wolf. And a very noticeable white one. Well having a wolf run around town, talking, casting spells and generally just freaking out the Seattle natives, not to mention tourists probably isn’t the best tactic. Plus he has this Merrok guy to help him do all his dirty work. Well, seeing he’s still really a wolf, and always has been a wolf, he doesn’t have a costume, so to speak. Basically, whatever he’s wearing at the moment, that’s it. Though he does get a few nifty accessories that he gets whether he’s a wolf or human. First off would be a tail. If he’s still waltzing around as Merrok (aka: human, not wolf), he gets a white, fluffy wolf tail. It doesn’t act like a tail, but more like an accessory you’d wear on your belt. He also gets several cuffs, one around each of his wrists, ankles and neck with a small trail of broken chain hanging from each. He also has more chain links wrapped around his chest and part of his right leg. The chains are a brushed gold and are as strong as steel. Also, the glasses and contacts are gone and he’s just left with his golden eyes, not as sensitive to light as Merrok, but still very much color blind. In addition, his finger and toenails grow slightly to mimic a canine’s claws. As a wolf, Fenris just appears to be a wolf with chains. The chains also only appear if he shifts after powering up to Fenris. Unfortunately, even though he has abnormal strength as a wolf, he cannot perform any of his phenomenal cosmic powers as an animal. Only while human Fenris.

 

Powers: Well, I’ll tell you first off that Fenris isn’t much of a magical fighter. With his muscle power and wolf shifting capabilities, he doesn’t feel he needs other magical sparklies all too much. So for now, he has one spell, and that’s really all he needs at the moment.

 

Rune Extraction: Fafnir takes Gleipnir and somehow wraps it around his victim, whether he runs around him a few times, or uses it as a lasso, point being, victim is caught with a shiny ribbon. After one good tug, the ribbon gets very tight and practically squeezes the rune right out of the victim. Fafnir then plays a little fetch, grabs the rune stone and leaves the victim there, tangled up in the shiny red ribbon of d00m! But don’t worry, Gleipnir always manages to come back to him, one way or another.

 

…or maybe he just has a really big spool on hand… >__>

 

Anyway, now that the rune has been extracted, the victim is left there, being suffocated or downright crushed. Now, is Gleipnir some wimpy-ass ribbon? HELL NO! This thing is unbreakable! Melee weapons do nothing! But spells can work its magic (haha! I slay me) to help loosen the death grip upon its victim.

Weapon: Gleipnir. That’s right, that ribbon that Fenris couldn’t break. It looks like an ordinary red ribbon with a golden sheen to it when held in the right light and a swallow tail cut at both ends. It’s about 7 feet in length and ¾ of an inch wide and can hold even the strongest of foes still. Hell, Fenris still has yet to conquer that ribbon, but he figured he might as well use it while he had it on his side. He can make Gleipnir stiffen, snake, and blow in a non existent breeze. And the good thing about it is that it will only do that for him. If anyone else were to try and use it, it would just be as limp as a regular ribbon, though it will still have the same strengths. So if someone manages to tie up Fenris again with it you can bet he’ll not only be pissed, but stuck.

Gofer:

Berserker: According to the Nordic legends, a berserker was a warrior who’s frenzy in battle transformed him into a wolf (or bear) that acted rabid, by foaming at the mouth and howling. While the warrior was in this berserker mode, they became immune to swords and flame.

 

Well, all it takes to make this berserker werewolf for Fenris would be to place his monster rune into something. Doesn’t matter what; water, stone, trees, even animals. The animal, vegetable or mineral then seems to just simply rise up and take the characteristics of a wolf mutant after the brilliant flash from the contact with the rune. And as you might have guessed, it is quite immune to blades/swords or any fire based attacks. Other than that, it’s just a normal creature and not magically inclined, besides its very existence and two aforementioned immunities.

 

The forms also take on slightly different strengths and weaknesses and are generally as follows:

 

Earth Wolves: Taken mostly from dirt or rocks. These wolves have the appearance of a hill, mountain, mud, or stone and are weakest against water attacks but strong against earth or plant attacks.

 

Water Wolves: Taken from ice or water. These wolves have a slick, liquid appearance to them. Though all the wolves are immune to flame, they are susceptible more to heat but are dangerously strong against cold or water based attacks.

 

Plant Wolves: Taken from any plant life such as trees or flora. The wolves made from this particular element have no major elemental weakness, but is the weakest out of all the wolves when it comes to melee weapons. They tend to appear to look like the bark and branches of a tree, grass, or merely a bed of flowers and usually have a thick coat of vines. They gain power with plant or earth attacks.

 

Ani-wolves: These are made from already existing animals, such as a rabbit, squirrel or someone’s pet dog. They grow to at least reach the size of a wolf pup and shift to take on more wolvish characteristics. Weaker against elemental magic and spells, but stronger against melee.

 

Also, as a theme with the whole bondage and chains, because we like things to connect, sometimes even painfully so, every creature has a cuff around its neck and a chain about a foot long, almost as if it broke away from its holding or tether.

 

Okay, review time! What do all the wolves have in common, which is most likely their weak point?

 

…dingdingding! That’s right! The chained collars! You get a cookie. So the tip for the day is: aim for the collars. Once they break, they are defeated since they can no longer be controlled by Fenris.

When the berserkers are defeated, they simply return back to the forms which they previously were; like a puddle, Fido, or dear old grandmama's rose bush. A little shaken up, but still the same.

Part V. Additional Info

Other Stuff: The reason I made Fenris a white wolf is because they are said to have incredible powers and are the most revered. He’s not pure white because he’s teh aevul and it’s also more common for white wolves to have some sort of impurity, usually on the saddles of their backs or around the tips of the body. Here’s a picture that I based him off of!

 

And uh…Fenris plushies to everyone!

 

Fenris: Whatty-whaten? o_O                  

 

Shush! You’re cuddly! ^o^

 

Fenris: …..

Part VI: Prose Section

 It really should have been a quiet morning. Merrok was sound asleep in his bed when a terrible knocking came pounding through the air. Sirius decided to add to that and instantly leapt to his feet, ran across the house and began barking at the intruder at once. Merrok tried burying his head beneath his pillow to no avail. He grumbled and winced as he slowly opened his eyes to peer at his alarm clock.

 

Good god, 9:30?! What’s this person’s problem, coming so early in the morning? He seriously thought of just trying it ignore it, hoping they’d go away, but alas they didn’t, and Sirius sounded anxious about something. With a great sigh, he rolled out of bed and stumbled to the front door. Hey, at least he had on pants and a shirt.

 

“Shh…back off, Sirius,” he yawned as he tried to guide the dog away with his foot. Merrok opened the door and promptly slammed it again with nothing more than the outburst “Oh god!” From the visitor’s point of view, all he saw was a crack in the door and then have it slammed in his face before he had a chance to get a word out edgewise.  After a few more moments, the door finally opened to reveal Merrok standing there, looking very tired with really large, dark sunglasses over his eyes. He raised an eyebrow to the man standing there, in his police turnouts.

 

“…hello?” he said in a short tone, somewhat wary with a frown.

 

“Hi…is…this the right place?” he asked. He seemed skeptical that someone who looked most likely like he was hung over or high would be this dog trainer he was supposed to see.

 

Merrok stared at the officer, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t say anything, Merrok decided to help the dying conversation along.

 

“…depends. Right place for what?”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Officer Benett. I’m here to look at the dogs?”

 

Merrok frowned deeper.

 

“It’s 9:30 in the morning…”

 

“…yes…”

 

“…you’re not supposed to be here until around 3,” he said finally.

 

“Well, yes I know, but you see I co-“ Merrok cut him off with a wave of his hand.

 

“Well, it doesn’t matter now. You’re here, and I’m up. Please, come inside so I can close the door before I blind myself,” he said, opening the door and moving to the side so he could pass. The officer stepped inside and Merrok promptly closed the door. He removed his shades and gestured to the chair.

 

“Make yourself at home…I’ll be just a few minutes,” he frowned, obviously annoyed that he had come several hours early. Benett nodded and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darker room of the house, as compared with the bright sun that they had outside, for once. Sirius just stared at him, wagging his tail. Thankfully, Merrok only had to put on a new pair of pants and his contacts and he was set. He walked out into the darkened living room, where the officer was sitting in a chair by the very low fire, isolated behind the grate.

 

“So, did you have some fun time last night?” he asked, trying to stir up a conversation. Merrok stared at him, wondering what he was talking about. He grabbed his glasses from the mantle and cleaned them on his shirt before putting them on.

 

“Well, looks like you stayed up pretty late,” he said, it now being his turn to try and carry on the conversation.

 

“Well, as a matter of fact, I did stay up pretty late. Actually, I seem to stay up pretty late every night so that way I can sleep through the morning and the bright lights that my eyes are very sensitive to,” he said shortly and went to the kitchen to grab himself a coke. Officer Benett only raised his eyebrows, at a loss of what to say to that, really.

 

“I’m sor-“

 

“Nevermind. Just, next time, stick to the schedule,” he said from the kitchen, crossing something off of a list posted on the fridge.

 

“Shall we?” he said, opening the back door, indicating to go outside to the kennel he had in the back garage.

 

“Oh, yes,” he said, rising. Merrok followed Benett out with a slight, slow irritated growl as he took another sip from his caffeinated drink.