Intro
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Being chained for most of her life, Fenrir, the Watcher of the Marsh, has no understanding of people. All she can think about is doing what she pleases. Alas..she has more than one personality. You don't remain a cute wolf after being held captive for ages. It was this little wolf~girl who broke the strongest chains made from the dwarven builders.
A bragging right remains on her forevermore, short chains that hang around her neck, wrists, and ankles. They tend to bother some, but she gets used to it. Her "wild" side, as she calls it, is greatful for the chains. Causing mayhem to anything or anyone around her as she pleases.
If you are close enough to see her precious eyes turn from light blue to crimson red, then it is too late. Fenrir can't help herself so she won't be helping you either.
Age: Whatever age you are thinking...it not old enough.
Gender: The bestest one.
Maturity: <-- What's that?
Naïve?: You wish.
Other business: is not your business..
[Fenrir is more of hyper type when she isn't in her "wild" form. Her understanding of language is cut short, this makes her more comical at times. If need be, I can play Fenrir in a more serious manner.] -
Gallery
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