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 Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 4:34 pm
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 4:37 pm
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 4:38 pm
  Name : Folkvardr Rolvsson
Nickname(s) : Fol to those he trust. Pup, if you wish to never be found.
Age : Appears to be in his mid to late twenties (is much older than his appearance perceives)
Gender : Male
Sexual Orientation : Pansexual
Faction : Cerberus Knights
Race : Spiritus – Fenrir specifically
Occupation : Fighter and Instructor for the Knights
Magic Theme : Lunaris unguem (Lunar claw); Ice/Darkness
Personality : Savage, blood thirsty, and heartless; some of the few descriptive words to describe Folkvardr to which they are all true. He is not the kind of man to deny such things that are true. He is all of that plus more as a Fenrir; a giant, monstrous wolf who knew nothing but to reap terror. However, his dark carnality has been tamed down for Folkvardr is a tremendous hard worker in his training that no one would ever see that side of him (until he is hungry). But sometimes he would just be so consumed with his work that he would seclude himself away from others unless he is called for. Folkvardr doesn't care much for the company of others and keeps to himself for sometimes he doesn't have the patience for them . . . or he really doesn't have the patience at all. It sparks the anger in him that will cause him to snap at them and want them to leave him alone. In all honesty, it's because he doesn't know how to interact with others so well along with his lack of trust to them. He fears that he would be betrayed in the end for who he really is despite the effort he puts in for the Cerberus Knights. But despite his strict appearance, he is a kind man which is what he learned from his late instructor who cared for him. To receive kindness he must give kindness to others which he tries to do despite his aloof nature. But he come to actually like it the more he spent his life in the world of the light instead at the Shadow Rift. He will be your shield and your blade to protect others in need. From seeing his cold armor, he's a warm spirit . . . or tries to be at his best.
Strengths : Physical strength, heighten senses, high endurance in combat, tactics
Weaknesses : Heighten senses (a double sword effect), his anger, hot temperatures, being scratched behind his ears (he’s still a dog after all), socializing
Talents/Hobbies : Fighting, training, hunting (he needs a life)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 4:39 pm
He didn't took part of the stupid brothers and their fight but saw the corruption that occurred and had nimbly slipped away before getting caught in the endless slumber. Folkvardr was startled of the new appearance he has gained; being bound in flesh form of a youth, except for his ears and tail, and even more of the world of the light. But he very much enjoyed the world as he made the Riftwood his home for the darkness comforts him after travelling out of the woods. In the passing years, he had continued his journey to becoming strong . . . at a steady pace. The creatures were weak that it was just pitiful against his ice. The flesh beings, whether be witch or majin, proved to be better but they disappoint him still. In his fighting, he let them live for it would pointless to and would leave a bad taste in his mouth (other than the mana and blood he devoured from them). But while he left them, somewhat alive, he would be hunted down because of his attacks to them. The pests annoyed him so much that he was close to freezing them, but he was approached by a man in pale silver armor.
A Cerberus Knight had heard of him and decided to approach the Spiritus and wanted to engage in combat with him. It confused Folkvardr greatly but he didn't thought much about it after seeing the knight and how strong he appears to be and gladly accepted the challenge. Hours has passed until the late evening and the victor of the fight was the knight as the Spiritus has almost exhausted his energy and couldn't believed that he lost. He expected death for it was a fair fight and he had lost, but instead, he had gained a mentor who wanted to teach him how to control himself instead of being pure energy and rage in battle as well as the knights trust. To prove it, he offered himself for Folkvardr to feed off knowing that his heart won't be devoured . . . and he wasn't. The Fenrir was astounded at this knight and wished to learn more whose name is Photius.
Folkvardr was brought out from the Riftwoods to be trained by Photius who had taught him everything that he knows. The proper use of his magic without straining himself, controlling his anger, hand to hand combat, controlling his anger, the honorable code of the Cerberus Knights, and controlling his anger. It was certainly like training a wild animal but the Spiritus is doing his best for there were times that he had drifted towards to the darkness. But he was brought back time and time again thanks to Photius. In the next few decades, Folkvardr has grown powerful than before and never thought that he could even obtain this sort of level with the help of another person and his kindness. The more he has aged, so has Photius for the last time they were together they were in the knight's home and standing next to Photius' death bed to spend a few more minutes. His instructor had a gift to give him just when he is at the edge of life and pushed a wooden box that was on the bed towards him. The moment when Folkvardr opened it, he was suddenly wrapped with a thin chain around his neck and down his arms as he yelled out in anger on what sort of magic this was. But the Cerberus knight is gone . . .
A note was inside of the box which explained to him that the chain was something that he has asked to be enchanted for him. He was afraid that the Fenrir will be drifted off into the darkness and let his monstrous terror out and would be hunted and killed. So it is used to anchor him down for he won't be there anymore to do it and also hoping that he will continue his training for he is proud of him. It had made Fol . . . emotional, for the first time ever in his long, long life. And cried. He had howled loudly for the passing of his instructor and friend who has treated him as a friend. A few years later, he had decided to become a Cerberus Knight in following Photius' footsteps and wished to be as great as he is. But due to his past history, he's being silently watched up to the present. Despite the changes he has made, he is still a destructive monster only wrapped in chains.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 10:33 am
AbilitiesHeighten senses
As a beast Spiritus, his sight, hearing, and sense of smell is far greater than the normal witch and majin. He can pick up the traces of another person over miles away as well as seeing in the dark. His eyes can reflect the light that is shone upon them; making them glow at night.
Strength
There's no explanation needed about his monstrous strength. He can topple ancient oak trees with ease and he can hold his large weapons with ease.
Melee combat
His magic is more combat oriented and prefers to be right up close. He's capable of hand on hand combat and weapons combat.Magic
*write about:
Ice creation and details of his ancient ice
Fimbulvetr: ice weapons and armor
Illusions (dark ice mirrors) -> domain creation
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 10:34 am
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 10:36 am
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 10:37 am
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 10:49 pm
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 10:51 pm
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 10:52 pm
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 11:04 pm
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 11:05 pm
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