Criminal mastermind, hustler, and expert in deadpan snark. He could use his powers for good, but he chooses not to. He was originally angling for stud, then decided that being the power-behind-the-power was more his style (and less work). In the evening, he can often be found with Raubritter, discussing pack matters over a few bones.
When Fenrir reached seven years old, he decided to seek out Death before Death could come for him. He challenged Death to a game for possession of his soul. (Everyone knows that Death loves all kinds of games; but Death is also a master of all kinds of games, having eternity to hone his skills.) Yet Fenrir the trickster prevailed, and he returned from the pale lands as an immortal.
Also, he doesn't help with the hunting or scouting any more. "Immortals don't do that kind of stuff," he says airily.
Miri narrows her eyes. "Not like you were doing much before this 'immortal' business."
"Don't you have some caribou to chase?" Fenrir says as he settles down for a long afternoon nap.
starting stats: 319
lifetime achievements: 48 scouting expeditions and 388 hunts (237 successes)
no customization done; he was just born this pretty