The Tale of the Wolf

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Appearance

Fafnir is tall at 6'3" and muscular. He takes pride in his physical fitness and prefers brute force to using magic to get his way. But he is nonetheless skilled in the magical arts. His hair is blonde with blue-grey patches that streak back from his temples - these are not dyed, but rather an inherited characteristic from his mother. He has dark blue eyes that occasionally appear to be a dark steel color. Rarely clean-shaven, Fafnir usually sports facial stubble.

Upon his transformation on the full moon, Fafnir turns into a wolf-like creature with ginger-blonde fur.

Personality

In a word: Aggressive.

Fafnir is domineering and every bit the alpha wolf his father was. He is adept with magic, but far prefers brute force and feeling someone's nose break beneath the force of a good punch. Despite this, he is not quick to draw attention to himself. Fafnir prefers the bar scene, and when a fight breaks out, will ignore it unless he becomes drawn into it.

He cares little for people, as he grew up with the stigma of being a legacy werewolf - born to parents who were both wolves. People would stare at him in his youth when they heard what he was, and would spread rumors about him. For this reason he has a natural distrust of people outside the pack, and even people within the pack are still under a great deal of scrutiny. Fafnir considers it his goal to make the masses bend to the will of the werewolf, and make people pay for all their whispers and laughter at his expense.

They will come to respect the pack and the strength of the wolf.

History

It began with Freyja Jaeger.

Bitten and scratched when she was a little girl, Freyja became infected with the Werewolf curse. Despite her affliction, Freyja was a model student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during her time. With her knowledge and skills in potions and herbology, Freyja managed to keep her curse contained. She never spread it to anyone else, she locked herself away during full moons, utilized notes from her parents to the Headmaster, excusing her from classes when the transformation took a particularly hard toll on her - but still maintained a superior grade point average.

Upon her graduation, Freyja did not seek a glamorous life of Magical Law Enforcement. She took a simple job in a bakery and specialized in pastries that contained a filling of her own creation, which inhibited the Werewolf curse. Word began to spread of these pastries; to normal Witches and Wizards, they were incredibly tasty; to Werewolves, they were a godsend. Far from a cure, but any reprieve was a good one. Werewolves came from far and wide and from all walks of life; Freyja met and befriended more people in her time at the bakery than she ever had before.

Many Werewolves praised her as a saint for her kind nature and intelligence. Others thought her a disgrace for shunning the Werewolf curse.

One night, as she locked up the bakery for the evening, a man approached her. He was a fellow Werewolf, desperate to purchase one of her special pastries in order to suppress his transformation. The full moon was due to rise that evening, and he was clearly terrified. Freyja pitied the man, but had no pastries to offer - she had sold out earlier in the day. But she couldn't turn him away; she offered to let him come to her house, where she would make a quick batch of pastry for him. She warned that it wouldn't be as potent because time was working against them, but the man was so overjoyed to have some kind of chance, that he eagerly accepted the offer.

Freyja brought the man to her house and immediately set to work making the pastry filling. But before she even turned on the stove, Freyja found herself pinned against the kitchen wall. In the full light she saw his face; she recognized him from the wanted posters from Azkaban.

Fenrir Greyback.

Luckily for Freyja, the moonlight shone in through her kitchen window, and triggered her transformation. Being smaller than Fenrir, she transformed quicker and was able to squirm free of him. But Fenrir was not about to let her get away. Once he transformed he chased her throughout the house, destroying the furniture and any precious items Freyja had. He overpowered her, and had his way with her. Fenrir stayed in her house all night long - never giving her a moment's reprieve from her suffering.

When the sun rose the next morning Fenrir was refreshed, Freyja destroyed. He warned her not to make her pastries again, and if he caught wind of her selling the baked goods once more, he would return and finish the job. He praised her for being a good girl, cupping her chin and praising her beauty before leaving with a horrid cackle.

Freyja found it impossible to leave the house after that.

It was a week before she could move again, a month before she ate. Soon she grew ill; every smell made her nauseated and every sound triggered a horrific headache that gripped her brain like a vice. One of the friends she had made at the bakery, a Werewolf nursemaid, came to check in on her, worried when she hadn't heard from Freyja. Concerned for her symptoms, the nursemaid checked her vitals, and after a good long talk with Freyja, she broke the news: She was pregnant. Pregnant with the child of Fenrir Greyback.

Immediately Freyja considered terminating the pregnancy. There were several times as her belly grew rounder that she stood at the top of the stairs and just stared into the darkness. But how could she punish an innocent child for the sins of the father? Besides, if she raised the baby with love and kindness, there was no way it could take after Fenrir; right? As Freyja grew bigger and bigger, her nursemaid friend offered to stay with her to help with the delivery.

Soon enough, Freyja gave birth to a boy. At first she was happy, holding her crying baby in her arms. She named him Fafnir, for she was confident that he would have every strength of the legendary dragon. But as the days passed, all she could see in her child's eyes was the darkness of his father. Her son was a week old when Freyja threw herself out the second-story window of her bedroom.

Her nursemaid friend, distraught by the violent manner of Freyja's death, saw Fafnir crying in his cradle. She took pity on him, and took him with her to the Border region of Scotland so that he might have a home. Fafnir was raised with no knowledge of his father, but was every bit the hellraiser that his father had been.

As he grew older, Fafnir grew aggressive and was often in fights, which resulted in him being kicked out of his schools. His adoptive 'mother' took to home schooling him, but Fafnir gained most of his magical knowledge and prowess in the night. He would sneak out of his room and go to the pubs to hear older Wizards talk of their adventures and experiences; some would teach him spells, others he would try and replicate on his own. When he was 16 years old, a male werewolf approached him, remarking on his eyes and his build; he was every bit his father. Fafnir immediately responded by pinning the man by his throat against a wall, demanding to know more about his father. The man had the unfortunate displeasure of revealing to Fafnir that Fenrir had died in the Battle of Hogwarts. Fafnir, in his anger and even a pang of sorrow, killed the man by crushing his windpipe.

When he learned the truth, Fafnir confronted his adoptive 'mother' and demanded to know the truth. She confessed, and begged Fafnir to calm his anger and stay with her. Fafnir refused, and issued a solitary warning: That she flee to the Highlands and pray that he never find her again. He left that night - in search of other werewolves loyal to his father, intent on taking over the pack and becoming the new alpha wolf.

It took several years, but at 24 Fafnir finally rounded up other werewolves in Knockturn Alley; wolves that had been loyal to his father as well as the Dark Lord. Considering his youth and aggressive nature, the wolves demanded he prove himself worthy of being the alpha; Fafnir did this easily by brutally beating up anyone who challenged him, preferring his own fists and teeth to his wand. It wasn't long before the other werewolves bowed their heads and acknowledged that he was alpha.

Fafnir decreed they would move underground and regroup their forces; they would take back from the Witches and Wizards what should rightfully belong to the werewolves.

Notes:

Fafnir inherited his mother's aptitude for potions. He is in the process of perfecting an oral drug that allows werewolves to transform even without the presence of a full moon. Fafnir has managed to isolate what herbs and potions can trigger the response of the body of a werewolf into thinking it's seen a full moon, but the change only lasts for 20 minutes thus far, and results in a much more painful transformation for the user.

Fafnir plays the violin with a great deal of skill.

He usually travels via motorcycle; he enjoys the 'tough' and 'edgy' look he thinks it gives him.