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Description

"I treat everyone alike. Just like shit."

Name: Fenris Nieminen

Alias: Fenris, Rissy, The Felidan Golem/White Berserker

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Type: Domestic

Species: khao manee

Height:6'5

Weight: 82 kg

Orientation: bisexual

Status: Happily married to Pari Zareii

Faction: White

Job: Knight-Templar

Ability: Heightened strength and durability
Magic Chart Position: West; Metal Tiger
Royal Mark Position: N/A

Personality
Adaptable | Hardy | Courageous | Dutiful | Good-natured

Noncommittal | Circumspect | Sensual | Uninhibited | Determined

Obnoxious | Impulsive | Spurious | Cruel | Barbaric

For the people working under him, he seems like a different person when outside of his duties and outside of the heavy, plate armor he often wore at work. He is light-hearted and chummy around his peers, sometimes being overly uncaring of their need to keep him at arms length as he just wants to see the discomfort on their faces.
At work, he is a strict man who follows everything by the book and has no room for compassion nor emotion when it comes to making decisions.

History
(CW/TW) - gore

Somewhere around Korat

He is born to a small family of pure white-furred cats that has a flourishing weapons/knives sales business thanks to his mother's inheritance and his father's thriftiness and hard work. As the eldest son, his chores consisted mostly of helping his father out in engraving knife and sword handles and attaching them on to the tangs of the blades commissioned to them. Now, Fenris isn't alone. He had a smaller, younger brother that followed him around and caused all sorts of troubles for him ever since the said brother started walking. Siblings do fight and squabble at times, and Fenris and his brother aren't an exception. Only that his parents would often punish him harshly if he as so much lifted a paw against his brother. The tiny resentment in his heart about his parents' treatment of his brother grew as the years passed.

When Fenris came of age, the Nieminen's relatives expected Fenris to take over the business and inherit a lion's share of the assets. To his and their surprise though, his parents wrote out a will stating that everything will be left to his younger brother.
"Not even a dime--" As he thought, deciding that he had had enough and in the cover of the darkness that one moonless night, Fenris set off with his things and never looked back.

New Life. And Death.

Now Fenris found himself walking to the gates of the White Emperor's castle in Felida City begging to be let in so that he might be a knight. The clan he belongs in had been warriors before and some of his ancestors even participated in the last Great War at the Catacombs where the current White Emperor won. They went through his family records and he is readily accepted as a squire under one grizzled Whiteknight. All his tasks consisted of grunt work; giving the canine mounts a good washing and scrubbing in the pools. Polishing his Knight's armor. Bringing the other equipment to the blacksmiths for repair... Amongst these tasks he also learned the art of the blade and war. As he had worked with swords before, he breezed through the training and found himself standing among the ranks of new Whiteknights that received their Mark personally from the Emperor Himself. Fenris' Mark is on his neck just hidden by the collar of his clothes.

Forgetting his old, family business life behind, he took everything that happened in stride. Doing his duties without a murmur, continuing to hone his skills, and making friendly banter with the other Whiteknights and partied with them outside the castle gates during off hours. Now, even as a Whiteknight Fenris had been witness to countless abuses done by some of them. No wonder some of the Felidans disdain us.. Fenris wanted to change that.

What the Whiteknights looked forward to was the Raid. Participation in a Raid often is a ticket to getting closer to the Emperor's circle and having more influence and of course, the salary to go with it. Fenris, by lucky chance, was slated to join in the Raid that next week.
So riding astride their canine mounts, they made their way to the foothills of Land Ear mountain only to be beset by an ambush laid out by Black faction cultists. Now, they either need to catch them alive, or if dead, take their heads to present to the Emperor after the battle. And indeed, the White Emperor Himself has come to see what is about to happen. Watching. Waiting. Then it happened. A cultist summoned a rock golem from the ground. As the Black faction cultists retreated, the Whiteknights' formation crumbled with the sheer power of said golem. Fenris, either out of blind courage or stupidity or both, decided that he can take on the rampaging golem. He brandished his broadsword, but before the blade even connected with the monster, its massive appendages found its way on his shoulder and yanked. Hard. Hard enough to tear Fenris' body in two from his head down to his shoulders and left arm. He must've been in a shock, as he still yelled and threw his sword at the golem, embedding itself behind the golem's back.

It roared and barreled towards the White Emperor, only for it to explode into burning embers with a mere glance from him. The destruction of the golem ended the short battle, but there were casualties. The bodies of the dead cultists were relieved of their eyes as the White Emperor instructed. They searched for survivors and found none, as the other Whiteknights mostly were decapitated, some of the bodies and heads crushed beyond recognition in a bloody puddle of brain matter and broken skulls. But the Emperor smelled life.

He is still somewhat alive. In a terrible shock. His hearing right ear trailed at the White Emperor's direction as the latter tenderly touched Fenris' clammy face. "Let's see what we can do with this one."

Presently...
He honestly did not remember much detail about how his split body was brought home and how the Emperor's magic saved his life. His Mark is gone now, as it was now nothing but a long, ragged scar that runs down his neck, down his left chest and around to the back where the golem ripped him a good one.

Fenris is only too grateful to be alive, and requested a private audience with the Emperor Himself.
The memory seemed surreal even when looking back.

The Emperor dressed in all white, his tall, regal form silhouetted by the tall, latticed windows of his chambers as Fenris sank to his knees before his overpowering majesty. He probably cried too, out of being overwhelmed by the Emperor's regal glance. I do not deserve this.
The Emperor reached down to make him look into his eyes with a solemn smile.

"I am happy you are alive."

"I am grateful, Your Highness. I AM WILLING TO DO ANYTHING TO PAY BACK WHAT YOU'VE DONE FOR ME."

"Stay by my side forever, as my loyal subject."

Thus sealing his fate as a Knight-Templar.

Likes
+Food
+The brothel " Yay!" - Fenris
+Drink
+Day Offs
+Parties
+Guard duty

Dislikes
-Meetings

-Settling disagreements
-Unfairness
-Arguing with a certain lioness

Extra
= His whole body is a Mark
= True love he scorns. "--they said parental love is TRUE LOVE. It's not. Get away from me with that bullshit." -drunk Fenris
= The brothel owner is wary about him
= Is pretty much a generous man when happy and/or around prostitutes lmao
= Deaf in the left ear due to recessive genes as he has odd eyes and white fur typical to his breed. Also why he turns slightly to his left so he can hear better
= Theme: youtu.be/ovHnkKvYZ74 [Inner Universe]

Description

"I treat everyone alike. Just like shit."

Name: Fenris Nieminen

Alias: Fenris, Rissy, The Felidan Golem/White Berserker

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Type: Domestic

Species: khao manee

Height:6'5

Weight: 82 kg

Orientation: bisexual

Status: Happily married to Pari Zareii

Faction: White

Job: Knight-Templar

Ability: Heightened strength and durability
Magic Chart Position: West; Metal Tiger
Royal Mark Position: N/A

Personality
Adaptable | Hardy | Courageous | Dutiful | Good-natured

Noncommittal | Circumspect | Sensual | Uninhibited | Determined

Obnoxious | Impulsive | Spurious | Cruel | Barbaric

For the people working under him, he seems like a different person when outside of his duties and outside of the heavy, plate armor he often wore at work. He is light-hearted and chummy around his peers, sometimes being overly uncaring of their need to keep him at arms length as he just wants to see the discomfort on their faces.
At work, he is a strict man who follows everything by the book and has no room for compassion nor emotion when it comes to making decisions.

History
(CW/TW) - gore

Somewhere around Korat

He is born to a small family of pure white-furred cats that has a flourishing weapons/knives sales business thanks to his mother's inheritance and his father's thriftiness and hard work. As the eldest son, his chores consisted mostly of helping his father out in engraving knife and sword handles and attaching them on to the tangs of the blades commissioned to them. Now, Fenris isn't alone. He had a smaller, younger brother that followed him around and caused all sorts of troubles for him ever since the said brother started walking. Siblings do fight and squabble at times, and Fenris and his brother aren't an exception. Only that his parents would often punish him harshly if he as so much lifted a paw against his brother. The tiny resentment in his heart about his parents' treatment of his brother grew as the years passed.

When Fenris came of age, the Nieminen's relatives expected Fenris to take over the business and inherit a lion's share of the assets. To his and their surprise though, his parents wrote out a will stating that everything will be left to his younger brother.
"Not even a dime--" As he thought, deciding that he had had enough and in the cover of the darkness that one moonless night, Fenris set off with his things and never looked back.

New Life. And Death.

Now Fenris found himself walking to the gates of the White Emperor's castle in Felida City begging to be let in so that he might be a knight. The clan he belongs in had been warriors before and some of his ancestors even participated in the last Great War at the Catacombs where the current White Emperor won. They went through his family records and he is readily accepted as a squire under one grizzled Whiteknight. All his tasks consisted of grunt work; giving the canine mounts a good washing and scrubbing in the pools. Polishing his Knight's armor. Bringing the other equipment to the blacksmiths for repair... Amongst these tasks he also learned the art of the blade and war. As he had worked with swords before, he breezed through the training and found himself standing among the ranks of new Whiteknights that received their Mark personally from the Emperor Himself. Fenris' Mark is on his neck just hidden by the collar of his clothes.

Forgetting his old, family business life behind, he took everything that happened in stride. Doing his duties without a murmur, continuing to hone his skills, and making friendly banter with the other Whiteknights and partied with them outside the castle gates during off hours. Now, even as a Whiteknight Fenris had been witness to countless abuses done by some of them. No wonder some of the Felidans disdain us.. Fenris wanted to change that.

What the Whiteknights looked forward to was the Raid. Participation in a Raid often is a ticket to getting closer to the Emperor's circle and having more influence and of course, the salary to go with it. Fenris, by lucky chance, was slated to join in the Raid that next week.
So riding astride their canine mounts, they made their way to the foothills of Land Ear mountain only to be beset by an ambush laid out by Black faction cultists. Now, they either need to catch them alive, or if dead, take their heads to present to the Emperor after the battle. And indeed, the White Emperor Himself has come to see what is about to happen. Watching. Waiting. Then it happened. A cultist summoned a rock golem from the ground. As the Black faction cultists retreated, the Whiteknights' formation crumbled with the sheer power of said golem. Fenris, either out of blind courage or stupidity or both, decided that he can take on the rampaging golem. He brandished his broadsword, but before the blade even connected with the monster, its massive appendages found its way on his shoulder and yanked. Hard. Hard enough to tear Fenris' body in two from his head down to his shoulders and left arm. He must've been in a shock, as he still yelled and threw his sword at the golem, embedding itself behind the golem's back.

It roared and barreled towards the White Emperor, only for it to explode into burning embers with a mere glance from him. The destruction of the golem ended the short battle, but there were casualties. The bodies of the dead cultists were relieved of their eyes as the White Emperor instructed. They searched for survivors and found none, as the other Whiteknights mostly were decapitated, some of the bodies and heads crushed beyond recognition in a bloody puddle of brain matter and broken skulls. But the Emperor smelled life.

He is still somewhat alive. In a terrible shock. His hearing right ear trailed at the White Emperor's direction as the latter tenderly touched Fenris' clammy face. "Let's see what we can do with this one."

Presently...
He honestly did not remember much detail about how his split body was brought home and how the Emperor's magic saved his life. His Mark is gone now, as it was now nothing but a long, ragged scar that runs down his neck, down his left chest and around to the back where the golem ripped him a good one.

Fenris is only too grateful to be alive, and requested a private audience with the Emperor Himself.
The memory seemed surreal even when looking back.

The Emperor dressed in all white, his tall, regal form silhouetted by the tall, latticed windows of his chambers as Fenris sank to his knees before his overpowering majesty. He probably cried too, out of being overwhelmed by the Emperor's regal glance. I do not deserve this.
The Emperor reached down to make him look into his eyes with a solemn smile.

"I am happy you are alive."

"I am grateful, Your Highness. I AM WILLING TO DO ANYTHING TO PAY BACK WHAT YOU'VE DONE FOR ME."

"Stay by my side forever, as my loyal subject."

Thus sealing his fate as a Knight-Templar.

Likes
+Food
+The brothel " Yay!" - Fenris
+Drink
+Day Offs
+Parties
+Guard duty

Dislikes
-Meetings

-Settling disagreements
-Unfairness
-Arguing with a certain lioness

Extra
= His whole body is a Mark
= True love he scorns. "--they said parental love is TRUE LOVE. It's not. Get away from me with that bullshit." -drunk Fenris
= The brothel owner is wary about him
= Is pretty much a generous man when happy and/or around prostitutes lmao
= Deaf in the left ear due to recessive genes as he has odd eyes and white fur typical to his breed. Also why he turns slightly to his left so he can hear better
= Theme: youtu.be/ovHnkKvYZ74 [Inner Universe]