Fenrys Dal'Andruil
Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2021 4:32 am
Given Name: Fenrys {Fen - Riss} Dal'Andruil {Dhal - An - Drew - El}
Alias Name: Toa Vendel
Race: Hyr'norai/Orkhai
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 185lbs
Birthdate: Glade 13th, 4596
Birthplace: Vividim
Housing: 400sqft suit of rooms
Profession: Healer (Druid) - 15df| Prostitute - 8df
Partners: None
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Titles:
Factions:
Enemies:
Fluencies:Common, Mor'drub
Conversationals: Kyriac
Ineptitudes: None
Racial Ability: Rakish Might - Orkhai are known to be considerably stronger and more enduring than other races, due to their powerful physiques. Their muscles are thicker and denser than others, which appears to give them enhanced strength as well as durability. While this difference is not all too vast, it offers them a predisposition towards being dangerous melee brutes.
Alias Name: Toa Vendel
Race: Hyr'norai/Orkhai
Sex: Male
Age: 26
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 185lbs
Birthdate: Glade 13th, 4596
Birthplace: Vividim
Housing: 400sqft suit of rooms
Profession: Healer (Druid) - 15df| Prostitute - 8df
Partners: None
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Titles:
- The Boy with the Rose tattoo
Factions:
Enemies:
- Nobility
- His Mother
Fluencies:Common, Mor'drub
Conversationals: Kyriac
Ineptitudes: None
Racial Ability: Rakish Might - Orkhai are known to be considerably stronger and more enduring than other races, due to their powerful physiques. Their muscles are thicker and denser than others, which appears to give them enhanced strength as well as durability. While this difference is not all too vast, it offers them a predisposition towards being dangerous melee brutes.
How I see the World
A calm and collected individual, Fenrys handles most situations that would induce terror and fear in the average person with controlled ease. In most cases, even genuine surprise and happiness, his reactions to stimuli are subdued. He normally conducts himself in a very business-like manner, however, he isn't incapable of a bit of humor, good-natured and not. Despite appearing detached and cold, he cares deeply for the lives entrusted to him.
Preferences
- What Makes Me Smile:
Plants| Healing People| Medicine - What Boils My Blood:
Nobles| Those who abuse the weak| Needless Bloodshed| My mother - My Merits:
Caring| Compasionate| Friendly| Intuitive - My Flaws:
Nihilistic| Unflinching| Slightly Reckless
Do I make you Blush
I was Born This Way
Let's start at the beginning, I was born to two loving parents, or at least I believed that they were loving. What I didnt know was that my father used what little political pull he had gained at the time to force my mother to marry him. She was from a well-reputed house of Hyr'norai elves from the south as he was from a warrior clan of Orkhai. This was done to bring the ultimate killer into the world and thus I, Fenrys Dal'Andruil came to be, the youngest out of four boys. At the tender age of five my father put me under a vicious and rigorous training regiment.
A deadly blend of physical & weapons training would be the focus of my early childhood from age 5-9. For four years my father put me through my paces, reaching my limits, breaking them than building them up again. In this time I learned how to fight, use my surroundings to aid me in battle, how to read the flow of combat, and most importantly how to take a hit. His body was riddled with bruises and took almost an entire year to heal on their own. But my mental health suffered far worse than any physical trauma. Because of my father's brutality and psychological manipulation, something in my mind snapped causing my mind to fracture.
My parents were unaware but I was becoming quite the little murderer under their noses. But this didn't stop my father, as the next phase of my training began, and lucky for him it was far less brutal. From ages, 10 to 18 my mother took over as she taught me the way of the world. In those eight years, I learned the importance of politics, tactics, etiquette, & magic. She taught me how to navigate the political structure of societies I would be introduced to. She taught me ways of tactical combat, and how to apply my father's combative instruction appropriately.
As a young man I was shaping up to be everything my father wanted me to be, but I wasn't quite there just yet. To make me even more of a deadly living weapon, my father initiated me into summoning, hoping that I would be chosen by the more combative patrons like he was, but sadly I was surprisingly chosen by the dead elven god. My father was disappointed, believing that my mother's genetics somehow sabotaged the initiation.
His mother believed however that another magic was what he was compatible with, and took him to a sacred place a few days journey from home in Vividim. There she explained the magic of druidism, and how it was useful, and in the right hands powerful. When the time had come, she initiated me into the magic, leaving me to sink or swim on my own there in the wilderness. By the time morning came, I had succeeded in my initiation. I was proud of my achievement and prepared to head home to show my mother.
I could never understand the reason why what happened occurred when I returned home. Upon my return home, all that awaited me was blood and carnage. The family home was a scene out of a horrific battle zone, bodies laid everywhere one could see. I rushed into the blazing home I grew up in, only to find my brothers clinging to life, huddled around our slain father. My brothers pleaded that I flee, save myself from the fate of death but I initially refused, demanding to know who was responsible for this.
The name of the culprit sent a shock down my spine, my eldest brother revealing my mother to be the cause for this bloodshed. I didn't want to believe it, having to hear it from her mouth myself, I went to confront her. Waiting for me in my father's training hall was my mother, who explained she could not allow my father's bloodline to continue, and in turn with the help of her family, she set out to slaughter him and my siblings.
Sadly for me, she had to kill me too. But she was still my mother after all, and still held some love for me. "Live your life to the fullest my son, cause one day, I shall come to relieve you of it." With those words, she came to kiss me on the forehead before unsheathing her blade and raising it high above my head. I couldn't move, terrified and confused by what I was told, by what was happening. I had consigned myself to death at that moment, but as fate would have it, I couldn't die just yet. My brother using his magic, pulled me away from the blade that was coming down upon me, tossing me into the hands of my brother's best friend.
With one final order, he begged the man to take me from this place, somewhere far from here that our mother couldn't find us.
Memory of that day, I think I've buried that memory deep within my mind. It was a part of my life that I try not to dwell on. For six years I made a new life, a quiet one, using the talents given to me by my wretched parents. I've been biding my time, to hone my skill. In doing so I have begun to take my frustration out on the nobles of my new home of Lorien. The corruption and abuse of the weak were too much for me to bare, and so I have come to become the blade that cleaves the weeds from the garden of society.
"Cowards die many times before their death"
