History I would rather forget
My name is Fenrir and I was born thousands of years ago out of the unholy union between Loki, the god of fire and mischief and Angboda. When my mother went into labor wars raged as I entered into a world covered in blood, before my mothers castle hundreds of wolves howled to welcome their new lord and master. From a young age on, I learned the skills of combat and military tactics from every commander that gave an answer to my mothers call, from all over the world they came.
My father taught me how to control fire and gave me the command of his army of ice giants. Fire and skills in combat weren't my only skills, I discovered that it was within my power to control thunder and lightning and with a simple stomp of my feet I was able to envoke earthquakes. But my biggest strengths were that I was able to transform into a gigantic wolf and that my blood wasn't the type like most others, my blood was liquid fire making every weapon that touched my body and entered it to melt.
It was because all of these skills that an ancient being conscripted me to become part of his riders who would bring death and destruction to the world as I became one of the horsemen of the apocalypse with the name War. Reigning terror for centuries I finally returned home where I gathered my fellow wolves and formed the Wolfpack. A lethal and feared unit who would kill and devour anyone who would stand in their way. Leading my forces I entered kingdoms and conquered them one by one but my main base was the kingdom of Denmark, not only because of the lay of the lands but because of the people, fearless in combat and skilled in the arts of war on land and sea. I turned them into a force called the Danske and with these units, I conquered what would be known as the Hrodvitnis Empire. The empire of the wolves.
It was not long after I met a band of warriors under the leadership of a man called Thorgil Bloodaxe and we became good friends after he asked me to join his band of mercenaries. We fought side by side in many wars, fighting and gaining much wealth due to our skills until the day came that he named me his second in command. During one of our campaigns, we arrived on an island of priestesses and one of them stole my heart. I married my sweet Diane shortly after as she became my queen making our empire even stronger. She gave me two beautiful children, Rorik and Annabeth but when my son answered the call to join the ranks of the Varangians our lands were attacked.
Strange men came into our lands and slaughtered my sweet Diane and my dear Annabeth right before they drove me into an abyss where they left me for dead. But now I have returned and I will guide my son and aid him in taking revenge for what has happened to our family. The Hrodvitnis Empire will be reborn and the pack will bring death and destruction once again.
