Fenrin

Fenrin

Life in the Fireleaf Forest

Fenrin Elmbough was born among the towering crimson trees of the Fireleaf Forest, a land as vibrant as it was magical. The forest, bathed in perpetual autumn hues, lay deep within the Vaxalimian Dynasty in Elduran, where the elves lived in harmony with nature. His parents, Eryndil and Lyria Elmbough, were skilled artisans, crafting goods infused with the rare and potent Eldrilite minerals native to their homeland. Fenrin grew up surrounded by love, learning the ways of the forest and the secrets of Eldrilite. His clan, the Emberbough Kinship, protected the mineral, understanding its value and danger. Fenrin’s role was that of a seeker, wandering the depths of the woods to unearth deposits while defending them from poachers. His life was idyllic, enriched by his wife, Maelira, and their young daughter, Sylis. For Fenrin, happiness was watching Sylis chase fireflies through the glades or hearing Maelira’s voice rise in song during clan gatherings. But peace never lasts long in a world where greed festers.

The Raid

One fateful evening, the vibrant stillness of the Fireleaf Forest was shattered. Shadows moved among the trees—men clad in dark armor and bearing strange glyphs Fenrin did not recognize. They were mercenaries, hired by forces seeking the Eldrilite to fuel their wars or experiments. Fenrin, returning late from a scouting mission, saw smoke rising from his village. He rushed back to find chaos: homes aflame, elders struck down, and his kin dragged to the ground. His eyes locked on Maelira, clutching Sylis as the raiders approached. “Run!” Fenrin screamed, but the chaos drowned his voice. A hulking man with a wicked, jagged axe seized Maelira. Fenrin saw the struggle, heard Sylis’s screams, but he was too far, too slow. Maelira’s defiance ended with a swift, cruel blow. The child’s cries stopped moments later, her lifeless form crumpling beside her mother’s. Fenrin reached the clearing too late. The raiders loaded sacks of Eldrilite into their wagons and disappeared into the darkness, their laughter mingling with Fenrin’s cries of despair. He was powerless, his anguish a haunting reminder of his failure.

The Stowaway’s Journey

Wracked with grief, Fenrin tracked the raiders to the nearby Vaxalimian docks. There, he discovered their cargo being loaded onto a sleek ship bound for Legoria, across the Endless Tides. Driven by vengeance and desperation, he stowed away aboard the ship, hiding among barrels of stolen Eldrilite. The voyage was harrowing. Fenrin battled hunger, illness, and his own haunting memories. His dreams were plagued by Maelira’s dying gaze and Sylis’s final cries. Each day of the journey, his grief curdled into rage, a simmering need for justice—or revenge.

Transformation and Recruitment

When the ship reached Blackgate, Fenrin emerged from the shadows of its hold, malnourished and barely conscious. He had no plan, no allies, and no idea where to start in an unfamiliar city. His attempt to track the raiders ended in failure; without money or connections, his search was fruitless. It was in the slums of Blackgate that Fenrin, worn and desperate, caught the attention of the Azari Order, a shadowy syndicate known for exploiting the broken and desperate to serve their own ends. Fenrin's raw, wild desperation intrigued Kaelen Drex, a recruiter and mid-level enforcer within the Azari Order. Drex saw potential in Fenrin’s fire—a man who had nothing to lose could become a formidable tool if shaped correctly. Fenrin, too broken and consumed by vengeance to care, agreed to join, hoping that the Order’s connections could help him find the raiders who had destroyed his life. The Azari Order tested him with a grueling initiation. One task brought Fenrin face-to-face with an ancient predator in Blackgate's underbelly: a feral werewolf. The beast, captured and tortured by the Order, was used as both punishment and opportunity for new recruits. Fenrin's trial was simple—kill the beast or die. Fenrin emerged victorious, though barely alive, but the werewolf's curse infected him. The Azari healers could have cured him, but they chose not to, sensing that the curse might become a strength rather than a weakness. They introduced Fenrin to a mentor within their ranks: a former bloodhunter who had been drawn into the Order’s fold. This mentor taught him to embrace his transformation, channeling the beast within to serve as a weapon in the Azari Order's dark arsenal. The Order of the Lycan, Fenrin learned, had been a secretive sect of bloodhunters who used their lycanthropic curse to hunt the darkest evils. Now, Fenrin represented a corrupted version of that ideal, using his powers not to protect but to serve the goals of the Azari Order. Yet, deep down, Fenrin saw his membership as a means to an end. If he could gain strength, knowledge, and access to the Order’s vast network, he would be one step closer to avenging his family.
Years later, Fenrin had earned a reputation within the Azari Order as a relentless enforcer. He hunted their enemies with a feral precision, a man-beast in the shadows of Blackgate. Despite his loyalty to the Order, Fenrin remained an outsider, harboring his own personal agenda. It was during one of his assignments—a raid on a minor noble’s estate—that Fenrin crossed paths with Nyx, a red tiefling whose unrelenting anger mirrored his own. Nyx, too, sought vengeance, and his growing magical prowess had brought him to the Azari Order's attention. Fenrin recognized a kindred spirit in the tiefling and saw an opportunity to shape him into an ally. “Revenge is a fire, tiefling,” Fenrin said during their first encounter. “You can let it burn you alive, or you can let it forge you into something stronger. The choice is yours.” Fenrin vouched for Nyx during the Azari Order’s recruitment process, training him in the ways of survival and instilling in him a grim determination. Though Fenrin’s guidance was harsh, Nyx grew under his tutelage, and the two formed a bond of mutual respect.

Age

148

Sex

Male

Gender

Man

Presentation

Slender

Eyes

Left eye blue, right eye red

Hair

Long, Blonde

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale

Height

174 cm

Weight

62 kg

Quotes & Catchphrases

“Revenge is a fire, tiefling, you can let it burn you alive, or you can let it forge you into something stronger. The choice is yours.”