Full Name: Fhenrir Phoenix (Formerly Fhenrir Darkstorm of the Grimtotem)
Nicknames: Fhen, Cow
Age: Early Adulthood
Race: Tauren
Gender: Male
Fur: Pitch Black
Eyes: Red
Height: Slightly shorter than average, but nobody seems to notice.
Weight: Heavy muscle built from years of wearing heavy plate.
Place of Residence: The Barrens
Place of Birth: Desolace
Known Relatives: Kaliera (Wife), Raina (Daughter), Fhenrigo (Brother; deceased), Ghethen (Adoptive Father; deceased)
Religion: Respect for the Earthmother as well as other religions among the Horde, notably the Loa, but no strong religious beliefs of his own.
Group/Guild affiliation: Lieutenant General of the Horde, Former Officer of the now-defunct TNR
Notable Enemies: The Grimtotem, The Alliance
Likes: A good fight, Bears
Dislikes: Threats to his friends or family, Maces
Favorite Food(s): Anything meaty
Favorite Drink: Pearlmilk Tea
Favorite Color: Dark Blue
Weapons of Choice: Once preferred swords, settled into using maces for a time, now switched between swords and axes. Prefers two-handed weaponry.
Hobbies: Blacksmithing
Physical Features: Underneath his fur several scars would be easy to find, though sturdy helmets have kept his face mostly unmarred.
Positive Personality Traits: Honorable, Professional, Loyal, Fiercely protective of his friends and family
Negative Personality Traits: Stubborn, Hard-headed, Brash, Quick to anger
Misc. Quirks: Bad at dancing. Once possessed mild shamanistic abilities, such as the ability to commune over long distances, but the ability has faded.
History Summary:
Fhenrir was born and raised in a small sect of the Grimtotem based out of Desolace, and was taught the ways of the hunter. He never excelled, though, and after being pushed out by his devious older brother, he attempted (poorly) to find his own way in nature. Fhenrir was adept at the ways of combat as a hunter, but never perfected living off the land. As straights became dire, he was rescued and subsequently adopted by a respected, venerable shaman of Thunder Bluff, Ghethen Phoenix.
Fhenrir did not take well to shamanistic training, either, but an elder orc warrior of the Horde saw a spark in Fhenrir; he knew Fhenrir would be able to harness rage to fight as many warriors did. Once Fhenrir started on that style of combat, he never looked back.
As a warrior of the Horde, Fhenrir gathered a laundry list of accomplishments to his name. He became a prominent figure and Lieutenant General of the Horde military and a Gladiator in the arena. With the Twisting Nether Raiders in their prime, he was a member of the council that led them in battles at Zul'Gurub, Black Temple, Sunwell, and many other battlegrounds for the Horde.
As his accomplishments grew, so too did his ego. He (in)famously introduced himself to a later good friend and eventually partner by rudely asking "Can I help you?" in response to a friendly hello.
He has since calmed down, but only slightly.
Fhenrir found love with Kaliera and was happily married, despite the loss of his adoptive father Ghethen. They had a daughter, Raina, who resides as a young child with the druids of Moonglade to this day.
After Kaliera fell and was raised as a Death Knight, their relationship fractured and Fhenrir was in agony. He found respite in a budding relationship with Xaraphyne, and they eventually retired together to the Barrens. Kaliera's current whereabouts are a mystery to him, as well as everyone he's enlisted to find her.
Now, recently, the urge to make a difference in the Horde has reignited and Fhenrir found himself back on the line of duty. He decided that the best place he could make a difference now would be among the Grim, and subsequently joined after a long time of simply working side-by-side against the Alliance.