Post by fenrirdwolfe on Apr 30, 2019 13:09:47 GMT -5
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Member's Discord Name (include nicknames): Fenrir
Password 1: Black Hole
Password 2: Moon Pray
Type: Soldier type 2
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-Basic Information-
Name: Fenrir
Age of Death: 23
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 25/Not applicable
Birthday (Month/Day): July 19th
Blood Type: O
RP Sample (Optional):
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 12'7" long, 6'4" tall, 1,127 pounds
Physical Description: In life, Fenrir was a soldier, noble and duty-bound, fighting his own good fight. In death, he takes on a form befitting his noble bearing, but rather wild compared to his previous self. As a hollow, Fenrir has taken on the form of his namesake, a giant wolf. Complete with red, glowing eyes and an accompanying aura of smoke, Fenrir is the exact image he wishes to portray. When a 13 foot long (He rounds up to make himself feel bigger), coal-black wolf charges at you our of the darkness, and the last thing you see is gnashing teeth and red eyes, the last feeling that of smoke choking you while the maw of death tears you apart, that is when Fenrir is happiest.
If you happen to see him from behind, which is probably the best time to be walking away slowly, you'll notice his enormous puffy tail, which might also draw attention to the fact that he is entirely poofy. While terrifying in a hostile situation, or when staring into his eyes/mouth, Fenrir simply looks cuddly when viewed in a more friendly light, with his natural beauty combining with a ridiculous level of poofy, he is by far the most cuddly hollow ever. This can be somewhat offset by his deep voice, which seems to carry the same volume no matter the distance, only rising louder or growing softer as his emotions seep into it.
Fenrir's mask sits below his jaw, covering his chest and being concealed by fluff.
Eyes are a deep blood-red, as are the ears and nose.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
Humans: They are a blight upon existence. Due to the infinitely corruptible nature and the extended life offered by the Soul Society, they should all be consumed by Fenrir. While this generalization applies to most humans Fenrir will come across, he does have a soft spot for children, as well as females. This will rarely cause them to be spared, however.
Hollows: Evil creatures obsessed with progressing themselves through the consumption of other souls, including the human souls Fenrir wishes to consume. They would be put to better use being consumed by Fenrir. He has met few hollows of higher thought, such as himself, and has talked to them just enough to decide he hates them.
Shinigami: While he believes their mission truly is eliminating Hollows, the Shinigami transport human souls to Soul Society, bringing them out of reach of Fenrir. They would also be put to better use being consumed by Fenrir than killing Hollows, which Fenrir also wishes to consume. The soft spot for females applies to Shinigami as well, but Fenrir knows that mercy against one of these beings would result in his death, so he refuses to show any.
Arrancar: These creatures are rare, and outclass Fenrir by a great deal. While they would be put to best use being consumed by Fenrir, they are far too powerful to face, and Fenrir fears them greatly.
Weakness: Weakness in any creature is a waste of potential, and means they should be devoured by the world around them. This applies to Fenrir as well as others he encounters, and he is constantly vigilant for any sign of weakness in himself and others.
Loneliness: Despite his Big Bad Wolf act, Fenrir is still very lonely, and he hates this with a burning passion. Despite the fact that he wants to be near others he can care about and maybe even be friends with, he can't trust himself around anything he cares about. Not again.
Likes:
Cuddles: While he hates to admit it, something about being a big, mean, and scary wolf makes one quite lonely, and Fenrir does enjoy companionship. He also enjoys physical contact in the form of cuddles, much like real-life canines. No one alive knows of this, and Fenrir continues working to keep it a secret.
Consuming others: The more he consumes, the more powerful he becomes, and the sooner Fenrir will be able to accomplish his ultimate goal. Simple. Also, they taste quite good.
Fighting: This provides Fenrir with the ability to test his abilities, either succeeding and consuming, or losing and being consumed by a greater entity, which is what the weak deserve.
Power: According to Fenrir's philosophy, the most powerful being is the most righteous. This means that they are both what Fenrir should aspire to surpass and what he should serve.
Females: Fenrir's life gave him a natural distaste for the male gender, which led to him having a sort of preference for females in every aspect of his hollow life. While currently this is limited to sometimes letting a particularly helpless human run away every now and then, it could become something bigger in time.
Espada: Despite his usual hatred of Arrancar and Hollows alike, the Espada are different. They heed the rules of Fenrir's personal philosophy, and follow the strongest being in existence, serving until they believe themselves to be stronger, then taking their rightful place or dying.
Flaws:
Just Lose It: Upon becoming a hollow and a wolf, Fenrir gained a new sort of "wild-side". While he was heavily disciplined and conditioned in life to practice self-control and restraint, he now loses control of himself from time to time. This can result in him acting like an actual animal, either feral or domesticated depending on what caused him to lose it. (Examples: Insults could result in feral, excessive cuddles could result in domesticated (And adorable >u<))
Angry: Fenrir has an innate that tends to breed an excessive amount of anger inside of himself, making him more prone to violence and anger against the smallest of slights. This can be quelled by a large enough dose of fear, however.
Loner: Fenrir, due to his generally hateful and violent nature, does not like people. This means he will almost never work with or alongside other hollows, this only happening on rare and usually accidental occasions.
Paranoid: Fenrir is incapable of truly trusting others, knowing that anyone would betray him for the right reason. This has led to him expecting others to be against him and out to get him, even when there may not be anyone around.
Awkward: Fenrir has had very little experience with other people since his hollowfication, which has made it to where when he is in one of the few friendly encounters he has, he has no idea what to say and is generally afraid of sounding awkward or saying something stupid, which makes him paranoid, which leads to him becoming angry. It's quite a vicious cycle for his social life.
Uneducated: Being raised as a killing machine, Fenrir didn't have much time for learning normal history. While he learned plenty of war history, battle strategies, and what chemicals go together to kill people, all the purely academic parts of a high school education are lost on him. If it doesn't have to do with fighting in any way, then Fenrir is about as knowledgable as a sixth grader on academic subjects. (More like fourth on grammar, being raised by a French dropout)
Habits:
Talking to Himself: Fenrir is a lonely person, so he tends to make conversation with himself, giving himself multiple perspectives and arguments, sometimes even working himself up into a fit of rage with how annoying he can be.
Tik-Tok-ing: When watching others, usually with a creepy, empty stare, Fenrir has a tendency of repeating the phrase, "Tik-Tok". He's not certain where he picked up this habit, but most perceive it as impatience, which leads to arguing, which leads to anger and fighting, which leads to consuming, which Fenrir is happy with.
Laughing inappropriately: Luckily, this habit is mostly ignored by the mindless beasts he is near or the other intelligent hollows he meets, being seen as normal. Fenrir tends to laugh at excessively dark or grim situations, such as death or other great misfortunes. This is the least annoying of his habits, in his opinion.
Dogging out: Fenrir does some things in front of people that could be considered inappropriate for one sentient being to do in front of another, such scratching behind his ears, panting, making "The Face", making "The Other Face", barking, jumping around, and chewing The-Place-That-Shall-Not-Be-Chewed, and some of these bring him great shame.
Fears:
Death: Despite his talk of wanting to destroy everything, including himself, he has a fear of death that is near-impossible to get over. Not knowing what happened after death was one thing, but now that he's dead, what happens next? Does he just stop existing? Does he go to heaven or hell, as he was supposed to? Uncertainty is scary, and Death has always been the greatest uncertainty to Fenrir.
Arrancar: Arrancar are terrifyingly strong versions of hollows, and Fenrir has never even heard of one he could defeat, so he fears them. He does aspire to one day become the most powerful being, and outclass even the great Espada, possibly by rising to the top of their order.
Shinigami: While he has little experience with these creatures, Fenrir has learned enough about them to fear them. Along with making one of his main food sources unavailable, they "cleanse" hollows, usually by slicing their heads in half. Fenrir doesn't like the sound of this, and fears it happening to himself.
Failure: Everytime Fenrir has failed, he has either lost someone he cared about or died, so he is understandably afraid of failing at his new purpose (Consuming everything) and losing what little he has left.
Goals:
Become a Vasto Lorde/Arrancar: These are the two most powerful things Fenrir has ever heard of, knowing little of the Shinigami captains and nothing of Quincy or Hell-Dwellers, and he must become a Vasto Lorde to even have a hope of the power he needs. After this, he can become an Arrancar, and become even more powerful.
Join/Destroy the Espada: If Fenrir doesn't join the Espada to gain power, then he will need to eat them to gain their power and put it to better use.
Destroy the Balance of Souls (Secret): While Fenrir doesn't know it, to get his family back would require seriously messing with Soul Society and the Balance of Souls. While he doesn't know it yet, if he was to discover this, it could stop him for fear of hurting his family through this, or simply give him more direction for how to recover them.
Recover his Family: Fenrir lost his family due to his own mistakes, and he wants to find them and take them back from whatever is keeping them seperate. He knows that if they could, they would have found him, and that means he'll have to get them from Soul Society by killing whatever tries to keep them from reuniting.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil/Lawful Evil (Depending on his mood)
Overall Personality: Fenrir's outward persona is that of the Big Bad Wolf. He does his best to push everyone away with his general callousness and violent nature, going so far as to attack other sentients on sight to prevent the formation of any emotional connections. If others manage to open up some dialogue with him, it's possible to get past this outer shell of evil, but unlikely. While he won't go out of his way to attack others, he will certainly make it clear to them that proximity and interaction will likely end with them being torn apart, becoming quite descriptive with how he intended to accomplish it. While he tries to fool himself as well as others, there have been a few others who have seen through it, and he has failed thus far in fooling himself into believing it.
A layer deeper, one finds a big ol' grumpy puppy, deeply scarred beneath the surface by a hard life and a harder death, along with a few years of forcing himself to be an evil beast. Due to this, he is explosive in nature, incredibly defensive both physically and emotionally. This is usually the extent of how close others are capable of becoming to Fenrir. Some have attempted to dig deeper, but this simply causes Fenrir to dig in deeper to his ways, usually letting out his inner beast and killing whoever it is that pushed him to that point. This is both the reason why he doesn't let anyone close, and the method of keeping them back. He cannot accept the fact that he is still a person, believing that only the Beast who killed his family remains.
If anyone managed to get deeper, they would find a noble soldier, willing to die to protect those he deems worthy of it. This is the Fenrir that his family and friends saw in life, one who fights tooth and nail to protect them, laying down his life as if it was nothing in the face of what was being protected. After this point, Fenrir becomes incredibly protective and attached, often following and guarding the ones who get here, whether they want it or not. While his callousness has toned itself down, the beast is still present, and lies waiting under the surface for someone to threaten those Fenrir truly cares about.
Fenrir's beast has only ever been calmed by his wife and his daughter, and now that he has become even more bestial, even he doesn't know if that would do the trick now. He lives in constant fear of the beast inside, worried that one day it might take over and he could become like some of the other hollows he sees, wandering mindlessly, eating and being eaten without care. This is above all his truest fear, the fear of losing not only his mind and his humanity, but losing his very identity as a person. Whether he is human or not, his self is very important to Fenrir, being the last thing he can really cling to, and he would be absolutely destroyed (If he was still emotionally capable of it) if he lost it.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style: Fenrir's fighting style is very reminiscent of how he fought when he was a human, but obviously adjusted to fit the fact that he no longer has hands, and now has claws and a wolf face. There are essentially two core themes for Fenrir's combat, and these are Grace and Ferocity. His Graceful combat involves more complicated maneuvers, acrobatics, skillful and accurate attacks, and plenty of planning. Ferocity is a different beast altogether, in that he fights much more like an actual angry wolf. While fighting with his Ferocity, he will be more aggressive, attacking without relent using everything he has at his disposal, which is usually his teeth, claws, and basic hollow techniques. He uses his Mass Manipulation to make him more effective at either of these based on his goal, smol wolf for dodging, big pupper for tearing people up.
Fenrir has little to no actual defense for when he is in combat, relying almost exclusively on dodging attacks to prevent himself being hurt. While he can sometimes roll or jump out of the way of an attack in time, his large size makes this exceptionally difficult. To fix this issue, he developed a new kind of defensive technique, one kept secret from most fighters for fear of the power it would let them wield: Flopping. To dodge attacks, and sometimes to block them, Fenrir will throw the entirety of his weight and strength in some direction, usually away from the attack. While this does little to help with his appearance of being a dopey dog, it does usually help him not get hit. While this technique is neither Graceful nor Ferocious, he does enjoy using it.
When fighting larger creatures, Fenrir will usually just go with the very simple wolf strategy of taking out their legs, followed by the rest of them. Without legs, it can't stand, and if it can't stand, it certainly can't fight as well. With human-sized opponents, Fenrir will usually focus on getting a hold of them, as once they are in his dangerous jaws, they can rarely escape. If they have a weapon, which many do, he will stick with dodging until he has an idea of how they fight, then try to find an opening to either disarm them or land a devastating blow. With anything smaller than a human, Fenrir will attempt to either eat it whole or bash it around in his jaws until he can eat it uninterrupted. Most of these strategies are reduced to "BITE THE SHIT OUT OF IT" when Fenrir is having one of his episodes.
Overall Theme: Adaptation/High-Speed Evolution
Fenrir adapts to the situation at hand, both mentally and physically. This means while he does the usual adaptation of versatility in combat, as well as physically changing himself to match the challenge he needs to overcome. This happens much like actual evolution, but at a much higher speed. Using this, he can manipulate almost any aspect of his body to be larger, smaller, harder, sharper, the list goes on. While this doesn't seem like as good of an ability as many of the attacks and defenses that other hollows can use their powers to produce, Fenrir manages to use it in conjunction with his natural fighting abilities to great effectiveness. The smoke that surrounds him is an example of this evolution, although it is the only permanent one he has, and was developed soon after becoming a hollow, when he first found out about his ability to forcibly evolve himself. This provides very little potential for energy based attacks apart from the usual, such as Cero and Bala, but gives ample opportunity for physical attacks and defenses.
Fenrir can use this to harden himself, making his outer layer harder by reducing his speed at a 1 to 1 ratio, although the hardness counts only for defensive purposes, and cannot be used for any other strength-based things. He can also streamline or bulk himself, trading Speed for Strength or vice versa at a 2 to 1 ratio, reducing one by 2 and increasing the other by 1. All of these cost 50 Reiatsu points to activate, requiring another 25 to deactivate. The effectiveness of this ability increases based on his total Reiatsu Strength, as this ability is still based in his spiritual abilities, simply using them to speed up his evolution and increase the efficiency of his adaptive abilities.
Speed and Strength (Increasing hardness follows the same point limit, but is always at a 1 to 1 ratio)
1-200: 2 to 1, up to 50 points traded
201-400: 1.5 to 1, rounding down, up to 100 points traded
401-600: 1 to 1, up to 200 points traded
601+: 1 to 1, as many as he has can be traded
This can only be used twice per thread, not including deactivation as a usage.
Techniques:
{Ulcera}
Technique Name:Ulcera (Ulcer)
Class: 7
Technique Type: Stepping
Usable By: Hollows (Not Arrancar)
Technique Description and Effects: This technique is a basic stale for a Hollow's ability to slide in and out of the valley of screams at will when it is hunting or stalking prey. By gliding in and out of the space used by techniques like garganta or descorrer, a hollow can get around quickly. This technique operates similarly to a stepping technique, but only moves at 5x the user's speed. However, the user weaves through rips in the fabric of whatever world they are in, and as such the hollows exits, and then re-enters at the destination, Hollows do not lose awareness of the world as they move through an Ulcera, and can return to the material world mid-step in response to a threat or opportunity. This technique does not take up a Technique slot.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): See Above
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) Costs 75 reiatsu per step.
Made By: Ajora
Reserved?: No
Technique Name:Ulcera (Ulcer)
Class: 7
Technique Type: Stepping
Usable By: Hollows (Not Arrancar)
Technique Description and Effects: This technique is a basic stale for a Hollow's ability to slide in and out of the valley of screams at will when it is hunting or stalking prey. By gliding in and out of the space used by techniques like garganta or descorrer, a hollow can get around quickly. This technique operates similarly to a stepping technique, but only moves at 5x the user's speed. However, the user weaves through rips in the fabric of whatever world they are in, and as such the hollows exits, and then re-enters at the destination, Hollows do not lose awareness of the world as they move through an Ulcera, and can return to the material world mid-step in response to a threat or opportunity. This technique does not take up a Technique slot.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): See Above
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) Costs 75 reiatsu per step.
Made By: Ajora
Reserved?: No
Other Techniques:
Birthplace: 50 miles off the coast of California
Current Residence: A big ol' cave, Hueco Mundo
Memorable Figures: Rafael - The adoptive father and mentor of Fenrir, this man taught him about fighting, morals, and being a man. He was a good man, but only as good of a man that a killer-for-hire can be.
Celeste - Fenrir's Wife. Her face haunts every lonesome moment of his second life.
Luciella - Fenrir's Daughter. Her face haunts every restful moment of his second life.
History:
Coming into existence 50 miles off the coast of California on a stolen boat, the boy did not have the best start in life. He was born to a mercenary's wife, who had stolen a boat to escape from the employers who had just "Fired" her husband. Along with her were a few of his work associates who had helped them to escape. Shortly after his birth, his mother died and was pushed off of the boat into the ocean, never to be seen again. After all, mercenaries had never been known for either ceremony or emotional attachments, and this woman wasn't even one of their women, it was their dead friends dead wife. This was a perfect example of one of the first rules of life Fenrir learned: Don't get attached, not to anything.
After landing somewhere in Africa, the group parted ways, joining various organizations and groups. By now, most are dead, but a couple are likely still kicking somewhere out there in the world. One of the dead ones, a french sniper named Rafael, raised the boy as his own little gun for hire, naming him Fenrir and making him the scariest son of a bitch he could before he started letting him in on contracts at the age of 13. Rather than being traditional foot soldiers or pirates, Rafael would seek out the higher level contracts: Major assassinations, special operations, large scale invasions, prisoner extraction, pretty much anything that needed a more skilled touch than your basic Shoot-Em-Up missions.
Finally, after 13 long years of hard training with every kind of weapon, obstacle, and enemy you could think of, Rafael had finally decided it was okay for Fenrir to begin accompanying him on his missions, providing cover fire and backup on stealth operations and surveillance on the more dangerous ones. While Rafael worried for him, Fenrir was incredibly eager, and couldn't wait to begin fighting and operating in the field. This did little to quell Rafael's worry, instead multiplying it for fear of Fenrir charging into a fight he couldn't handle himself in. This was one subject they would continue to disagree on, both knowing that Fenrir was fully capable, but only Rafael having the wisdom to know how his over-eagerness could get him killed. Fenrir was quite reminiscent of his father, and every look at his face reminded Rafael of the dead gaze of his old friends corpse. He had broken his own rule: He had grown attached to this kid.
By the time he was 17, Fenrir had begun being allowed into what Rafael called the "Active Threat Zone", where all the fun parts of the fighting happened. He was a monster in the field, fighting like a beast with the accuracy and grace of a ballet dancer. The fight wasn't just a fight for Fenrir, it was a form of art and meditation, both in one. The only place he felt truly at home was on the battlefield with his mentor, tearing the hell out of the enemy together. Unfortunately, as his reputation spread, Fenrir began to make enemies as well. While Rafael tried to remain more incognito with his killing, Fenrir wanted his name to be known, soon gaining the title "Devourer", for his enemies belief that he ate the remains of those he killed.
Eventually, this reputation caught up with him. The base of operations Rafael had set up for them was very secretive, but not quite defensible enough to handle and assault. As a result, when one of the hitmen hired to eliminate the Devourer tracked him to his home, it was a simple enough plan full of three rocket launchers that took the building down on top of them. While it would normally be assumed that the inhabitants were still alive, the shoddy construction of the building and the absoluteness of the destruction caused the inexperienced fool to assume he had killed both men. Unfortunately for him, he had only injured Fenrir, causing one of his arms to be pinned under a burning ceiling beam while one of his legs had been shredded by shrapnel. Rafael, unfortunately, was killed when a little over the bottom half of his body was crushed by an adjacent rock.
There was no heartfelt goodbye. There were no last words. There was only a 17 year old boy, watching the man he believed was his father choke on his own blood as he stared at him with shock in his eyes. Fenrir couldn't tell if he was reaching out to try and save Fenrir or for Fenrir to save him, but it was pointless either way. They were both stuck, they were going to die. He wasn't sure whether Rafael or himself passed out first, but he knew that only one woke up in the hospital missing an arm. Despite the lack of his off hand, Fenrir still managed to cause some serious chaos in the shitty little African hospital, using one of the few IV drips they had available to beat 7 men into unconsciousness, as well as escaping through a closed window (Guess how) and back to his destroyed home. There was nothing left for him there. After a quick closing of his dead mentors eyes, Fenrir grabbed what he could salvage and ran once again.
He didn't stop running until he had reached another city, this one far larger than the last. Here, he changed his appearance just enough to avoid suspicion by those who may still want him dead, and moved on to greener pastures. For him, those pastures were in South America, where he could continue using his skills without attracting as much suspicion in the dense jungle. Here, he was far more careful about his work. No one saw his face, no one heard his voice, and no one witnessed him and lived. This provided him with all he needed to live comfortably working as a "Freelance Mining Grant Consultant". The fun thing about that kind of job, no one is interested enough to ask questions about it. Honestly, he wasn't even sure it was a real job, he just knew he could practically feel the boredom emanating from anyone he began to describe it to. To anyone who knew him, he was just a one-armed guy with a really boring job. It was perfect for avoiding any more incidents.
This worked until he met Celeste. From the moment he saw her, he was smitten. He had never believed in love at first sight or anything like that, but there was simply something about the way she walked, the way she talked, stood, breathed. It was absolutely everything about her. She was a foreigner, like him, and this made it easy enough to approach her as another lonely out-of-towner in the bar. Unfortunately, Fenrir had no idea what to say, and the "Uhhhh..." that trailed out of his mouth caused her to laugh, turning his cheeks red. He had never blushed before, and it was an odd feeling. It was as if he was floating a few feet off the ground, like he was weightless. She made him feel a way that nothing else ever had, and luckily for him, he made her happy enough to put up with him.
After years together, Fenrir had managed to get them a much larger house, deciding it was time to retire from his job, which he had never told Celeste the truth about. He had lived a hard life, full of pain and suffering, and he was finally settled down with his beautiful wife (although it was never official, they considered themselves married), a nice house, and a little angelic bundle of joy named Luciella. Fenrir had found what he had really wanted all his life, even if he didn't know it. He had found a real family. His only regret was that Rafael wasn't here to see it, as Fenrir knew he would have been proud.
Unfortunately, Hollow Tales rarely have happy endings, and this one is no different. The rule reigns true: Don't get attached. Fenrir had a family, a wife and a child, and this was a weakness. No matter how happy it had made him, there was no excuse for letting his guard down, and he knew it was his fault when their home was attacked. It was his fault when they forced his family to watch as they slit his throat in the living room. It was his fault that he had to watch, held back by that damned chain, as they killed his daughter in front of his wife. It was his fault when the chain broke, devastated by the death of his daughter, and the Beast killed his wife. It was his fault he is what he now is, and it was his responsibility to fix his mistake.
It's pointless to go into gory detail about what exactly happened once he became a hollow, but there was a great deal of rage, killing, and sadness during and after the event. After realizing what had happened, and after killing and eating everyone involved, Fenrir retreated to Hueco Mundo, confused and alone. Without anyone to teach him how to be a hollow, or any knowledge of Shinigami, souls, Arrancar, and all these other great and terrible things, Fenrir had to be careful. He lived a life of solitude, running through the wastes of Hueco Mundo hunting other hollows and rarely making short forays into the Human world once he learned how. While he had made little progress apart from learning the basics, something has changed. He ate a particularly chatty hollow, apparently scared enough to answer all of Fenrir's questions and then some. He told Fenrir about a group of Arrancar, the Espada. While he couldn't name any of them and couldn't give Fenrir the details he wanted, he did tell him some things before his insides were consumed. Fenrir didn't know how, but he would become one of these Arrancar, he would find the Espada, and he would either join them and gain their power, or he would eat them and gain their power. Either way, Fenrir was going to become much more powerful.
After landing somewhere in Africa, the group parted ways, joining various organizations and groups. By now, most are dead, but a couple are likely still kicking somewhere out there in the world. One of the dead ones, a french sniper named Rafael, raised the boy as his own little gun for hire, naming him Fenrir and making him the scariest son of a bitch he could before he started letting him in on contracts at the age of 13. Rather than being traditional foot soldiers or pirates, Rafael would seek out the higher level contracts: Major assassinations, special operations, large scale invasions, prisoner extraction, pretty much anything that needed a more skilled touch than your basic Shoot-Em-Up missions.
Finally, after 13 long years of hard training with every kind of weapon, obstacle, and enemy you could think of, Rafael had finally decided it was okay for Fenrir to begin accompanying him on his missions, providing cover fire and backup on stealth operations and surveillance on the more dangerous ones. While Rafael worried for him, Fenrir was incredibly eager, and couldn't wait to begin fighting and operating in the field. This did little to quell Rafael's worry, instead multiplying it for fear of Fenrir charging into a fight he couldn't handle himself in. This was one subject they would continue to disagree on, both knowing that Fenrir was fully capable, but only Rafael having the wisdom to know how his over-eagerness could get him killed. Fenrir was quite reminiscent of his father, and every look at his face reminded Rafael of the dead gaze of his old friends corpse. He had broken his own rule: He had grown attached to this kid.
By the time he was 17, Fenrir had begun being allowed into what Rafael called the "Active Threat Zone", where all the fun parts of the fighting happened. He was a monster in the field, fighting like a beast with the accuracy and grace of a ballet dancer. The fight wasn't just a fight for Fenrir, it was a form of art and meditation, both in one. The only place he felt truly at home was on the battlefield with his mentor, tearing the hell out of the enemy together. Unfortunately, as his reputation spread, Fenrir began to make enemies as well. While Rafael tried to remain more incognito with his killing, Fenrir wanted his name to be known, soon gaining the title "Devourer", for his enemies belief that he ate the remains of those he killed.
Eventually, this reputation caught up with him. The base of operations Rafael had set up for them was very secretive, but not quite defensible enough to handle and assault. As a result, when one of the hitmen hired to eliminate the Devourer tracked him to his home, it was a simple enough plan full of three rocket launchers that took the building down on top of them. While it would normally be assumed that the inhabitants were still alive, the shoddy construction of the building and the absoluteness of the destruction caused the inexperienced fool to assume he had killed both men. Unfortunately for him, he had only injured Fenrir, causing one of his arms to be pinned under a burning ceiling beam while one of his legs had been shredded by shrapnel. Rafael, unfortunately, was killed when a little over the bottom half of his body was crushed by an adjacent rock.
There was no heartfelt goodbye. There were no last words. There was only a 17 year old boy, watching the man he believed was his father choke on his own blood as he stared at him with shock in his eyes. Fenrir couldn't tell if he was reaching out to try and save Fenrir or for Fenrir to save him, but it was pointless either way. They were both stuck, they were going to die. He wasn't sure whether Rafael or himself passed out first, but he knew that only one woke up in the hospital missing an arm. Despite the lack of his off hand, Fenrir still managed to cause some serious chaos in the shitty little African hospital, using one of the few IV drips they had available to beat 7 men into unconsciousness, as well as escaping through a closed window (Guess how) and back to his destroyed home. There was nothing left for him there. After a quick closing of his dead mentors eyes, Fenrir grabbed what he could salvage and ran once again.
He didn't stop running until he had reached another city, this one far larger than the last. Here, he changed his appearance just enough to avoid suspicion by those who may still want him dead, and moved on to greener pastures. For him, those pastures were in South America, where he could continue using his skills without attracting as much suspicion in the dense jungle. Here, he was far more careful about his work. No one saw his face, no one heard his voice, and no one witnessed him and lived. This provided him with all he needed to live comfortably working as a "Freelance Mining Grant Consultant". The fun thing about that kind of job, no one is interested enough to ask questions about it. Honestly, he wasn't even sure it was a real job, he just knew he could practically feel the boredom emanating from anyone he began to describe it to. To anyone who knew him, he was just a one-armed guy with a really boring job. It was perfect for avoiding any more incidents.
This worked until he met Celeste. From the moment he saw her, he was smitten. He had never believed in love at first sight or anything like that, but there was simply something about the way she walked, the way she talked, stood, breathed. It was absolutely everything about her. She was a foreigner, like him, and this made it easy enough to approach her as another lonely out-of-towner in the bar. Unfortunately, Fenrir had no idea what to say, and the "Uhhhh..." that trailed out of his mouth caused her to laugh, turning his cheeks red. He had never blushed before, and it was an odd feeling. It was as if he was floating a few feet off the ground, like he was weightless. She made him feel a way that nothing else ever had, and luckily for him, he made her happy enough to put up with him.
After years together, Fenrir had managed to get them a much larger house, deciding it was time to retire from his job, which he had never told Celeste the truth about. He had lived a hard life, full of pain and suffering, and he was finally settled down with his beautiful wife (although it was never official, they considered themselves married), a nice house, and a little angelic bundle of joy named Luciella. Fenrir had found what he had really wanted all his life, even if he didn't know it. He had found a real family. His only regret was that Rafael wasn't here to see it, as Fenrir knew he would have been proud.
Unfortunately, Hollow Tales rarely have happy endings, and this one is no different. The rule reigns true: Don't get attached. Fenrir had a family, a wife and a child, and this was a weakness. No matter how happy it had made him, there was no excuse for letting his guard down, and he knew it was his fault when their home was attacked. It was his fault when they forced his family to watch as they slit his throat in the living room. It was his fault that he had to watch, held back by that damned chain, as they killed his daughter in front of his wife. It was his fault when the chain broke, devastated by the death of his daughter, and the Beast killed his wife. It was his fault he is what he now is, and it was his responsibility to fix his mistake.
It's pointless to go into gory detail about what exactly happened once he became a hollow, but there was a great deal of rage, killing, and sadness during and after the event. After realizing what had happened, and after killing and eating everyone involved, Fenrir retreated to Hueco Mundo, confused and alone. Without anyone to teach him how to be a hollow, or any knowledge of Shinigami, souls, Arrancar, and all these other great and terrible things, Fenrir had to be careful. He lived a life of solitude, running through the wastes of Hueco Mundo hunting other hollows and rarely making short forays into the Human world once he learned how. While he had made little progress apart from learning the basics, something has changed. He ate a particularly chatty hollow, apparently scared enough to answer all of Fenrir's questions and then some. He told Fenrir about a group of Arrancar, the Espada. While he couldn't name any of them and couldn't give Fenrir the details he wanted, he did tell him some things before his insides were consumed. Fenrir didn't know how, but he would become one of these Arrancar, he would find the Espada, and he would either join them and gain their power, or he would eat them and gain their power. Either way, Fenrir was going to become much more powerful.
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