Occupation: officially jobless, in actuality busy with selling stolen goods in illegal trade and hunting.
Blood Status: Pureblood
House: ex-Slytherin
Side: Death Eater
Family: Greyback family
Residence: A cabin almost at the heart of the woods.
MAGICAL:
Boggart: n/a
Patronus: Cannot produce it but if he could it would be a large snake.
Amortenia: Blood, woods, the air before a storm, pomegranate.
WAND:
13, Blackthorn, Rougarou hair, unbending - This wand was made not by Olivander but by a dark wizard in the depths of Knockturn Alley. It is illegal and untraced by the wizarding government.
PERSONALITY:
+ A natural leader, a determined and resourceful man when he has put his mind to it, a protector of all he deems his own. Desires a better place for his pack in the world even if he is very comfortable in his position.
- Sadistic, vengeful, extremely arrogant, and even narrow-minded at times. Joyous when others suffer or fear him. Slytherin's cunningness and ambition that sorted him into said house never disappeared even after the changes his body went through. They twisted and morphed into something a bit more negative instead.
BIOGRAPHY: (Cw: very bad person who likes causing pain)
Greybacks weren't a big name in the Pureblood circles, even so, the family was proud of their heritage, of their name, of their blood. Fenrir grew up being told about their past, about knightly ancestors who fought and died for their lords. Fenrir was proud of his last name and even after leaving his home a year after he was bitten and basically tossed under the rug as the third son he kept his name. He was raised to be proud, ambitious, and Loyal, sorted into Slytherin, young Fenrir wasn't ashamed of his lycanthropy from the beginning.
Even now he would like to think that the reason so many wolves are driven to his side is exactly due to the pride he takes in both sides of himself along with his strength.
His upbringing before the faithful meeting with a werewolf was rather tame, usual, and boring. He truly started living only after he left his home and learned to fend for himself. It took a long time to truly grow comfortable and familiar with his new body, his changed magic, to learn how to lead a pack. But he had managed to make it happen and ruled as well as one in their position was allowed. He never regretted turning people and that list was growing even years after.
The terror, his last name, and personal beliefs were what drove him to agree and side with the Dark Lord, only after the man had sworn to give werewolves a better place in the future, of course. He was tired of seeing his kin, his people so helpless and tossed out of any society but their own. Unable to have a proper life, which suited him but not many in his pack that were driven into his claws by sheer desperation. Such powerful creatures reduced to kicked puppies, it drew him mad with the desire to burn everything down. He planned to raise above pests that only knew how to yell in their presence, to rule over them as they have ruled his kin for decades and centuries.
QUOTES:
"Cogito, ergo sum" - "I think, therefore I am."
"Audaces fortuna juvat" - "Fortune favors the bold."
"Eye for an eye."
"I howl for I have lived another day."
