As a young man, Fenris had his first taste of the horrors of war when he was conscripted to fight for the kingdom of Dawnreach against forces from the neighbouring land of Hestrounia. This religious war between squabbling noble families resulted in victory for Dawnreach, but at enormous cost, the kingdom having exhausted itself to achieve victory.
Returning from war, battle-scarred and cynical, Fenris and his family, like so many commoners after the war, struggled to survive. The noble houses had not met their promises of prosperity to either the surviving soldiers or the families who had lost their kin. The nation was angry and those who had lost so much rebelled against the noble houses. Fenris was among the first to once again take up arms, this time against his own kingdom.
Being composed of so many former soldiers, the rebellion was successful at first, with many of the smaller nobles forced to empty their coffers to feed the furious peasantry. But this early success soon gave way to overconfidence and the eventual crushing of the rebellion. Order was restored and the rebels forced to disband, but the nation was, and remains, embittered and divided.
Exiled, poor and ice cold with resentment for the aristocracy, Fenris swore to take everything he could from those who had left him with nothing, and survived by stealing from the noble houses as a swashbuckling highwayman. What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with a noblewoman, a certain Eleanor Lormanston, who impressed him with her beauty and courage when she fearlessly tried to stop him from robbing her stagecoach. Their clandestine affair was cut short when a bounty was placed on his head. Fearing the gallows, Fenris promised to one day return to Eleanor, and fled north until he ran out of land, boarding the fateful ship to Usta where he could quietly lay low, or so he thought..
Fenris is one of the stronger personalities in the party, being quite outspoken and frank, preferring to get straight to the point compared to the flamboyant and colourful Mornington Lormanston, whom he takes great pleasure in humiliating when possible. When it comes to getting things done he ignores etiquette, often to the dismay of the nobles and leadership classes, and gets straight to business: “How much are we getting paid? How many goblins need slaying? If you’re not going to provide us with horses, surely you’re going to pay us extra for the trouble of walking?” In more relaxed social situations, he has an easy and self assured confidence, being a smooth talker with a witty quip always on the tip of his tongue while enjoying a beer at the tavern. His early rivalry with Mornington slowly gave way to quiet respect, but he does not forget his hatred of nobles and does his best to bat away Mornington’s frequent chummy advances.
Fenris is gruff but handsome with his bushy black hair and beard, strong tan and serious expression. His tough appearance and blunt manner can seem a little intimidating at first, but he is capable of surprising charm. He is a bold and risk-taking combatant, fighting with the true skill of a trained war fighter and being almost entirely fearless.
