Who's affraid?

Real Name: Erum Wallenstein
Renegade Name: Bad wolf
Title:Child of Fenrisulfr
Alignment: True Neutral
Age: 295
Gender: Male
Race: Fenrir brood
Hair: Black, long and shaggy when a wolf/Short and black as a man
Eyes: Dark brown as a man/yellow as a wolf
Height: 6 foot 1 inch as a human/ 7 foot 2 inches as a wolf
Weight: 170lbs as a human/ 220lbs as a wolf
Blood type: N/A









Erum is a descendant of the ancient Norsemen, he clings tightly to many of the traditions and customs of his folk. He loves to drink, eat, work the land hard, celebrate and get in a good fight. He is a defender of the woods and waters having a deep connection with the natural world, littering he finds vile as well as other disrespectful acts to Midgard. Erum is a great admirer of strength especially when it comes to the opposite sex, there's nothing more attractive that a woman who can stand toe to toe with him in a fight. Though he is quite proud of his wolf lineage he is also not one to brag either preferring the few human friends he meets not to be freaked out at his true identity. He can be a bit shy when speaking with the intellectually gifted, often keeping quiet and nodding in agreement with what anyone is talking about. Regardless of his long life he has never had an interest in the developing human worlds technology and education. He doesn't really care much for his job, the law or justice but he has no particular aim in his life so why not do something exciting? He could have just as easily decided to join one of the gangs but that wasn't the kind of thing he was into.

Despite being a lover of party, drink and women he is a disciplined fighter, molded in the arts of combat from hand to hand all the way to hunting and combat with an ax. His oath to his God Fenrir binds him to a certain set of moral codes, a few of the most important being

1: Honour thy God and be true to true nature

2: Honour thy name, bear it proudly and let grow like a mighty tree

3: Honour thy God, Father, mother, siblings, clan and all wolves in this order

Being a true warrior Erum has no fear of death nor does he foolishly rush towards it however he will protect anyone close to him like a pack member. On a more gentle note Erum is an avid gardener growing a significant amount of his own produce and some varieties of flower he enjoy. For a carnivore he consumes a conspicuous amount of fruit seeming to be in love with berries, Raspberries in particular he could gorge on till his stomach exploded. His fierce, gruff, hardy exterior hides someone who's actually quite relaxed and deep. When one get's friendly enough with Erum they begin to understand what he really is.



Erum was born deep in the mountains of Germany centuries ago. Erum was born a Fenrir brood (aka werewolf) to the clan of Wallenstein lead pack to Fenrisulfr. The wolf clans of the north were a hardy folk taking on the rugged characteristics of the environment. They were built hard and reforged by combat making a living in those remote areas where man dare not tread. Things had changed after Ragnarok so many ages ago, wolves were no longer at war with man for one. Man had dominance over the Earths surface and all visible area under the sun. In the shadows of mans society is the world of the Druidic, a realm where lichen and creatures of all manner reside.

Erum grew up excluded from most other species that existed, being among his own kind so long fostered a strong brotherhood. When he came of age he was given the task of being a sleeper agent in the west, a land called Boston in North America. His task was to monitor the Druidic residents that were permitted travel above in his sector.  Another task is to monitor the gang activity between different creatures on the surface to ensure the laws of the Druidic folk are kept arm humans are kept in the dark. There is a delicate yet necessary relationship between the Druidic government and humans that makes life easier and safer for both sides.

Erums official rank among the Fenrir brood is Prince Erumus Wallenstein of the Blankwoll. Though he is proud of who he is and where he comes from he doesn't make a point to say it. Even among other folk of the Druidic world he manages to keep it a secret rather well. The problem is the kind of treatment one can receive being royalty made Erum uncomfortable. Erum receives his assignments from Citadel a form of policing station in the druidic world underground


1.Strength
2. Agility
3. Reaction
4. Endurance



Transformation: His basic ability to change into a bipedal larger wolf. Though it is his primary means of doing most things including combat the change is quite noticeable. This transformation is a magical one not scientific ergo there is no bone breaking transformation with the flesh and organs moving around the body in a display of agony. When transforming a ghostly pale blue light bursts from his skin and envelopes him leaving the transformed wolf in its wake. When being a wolf his natural abilities are increased like that of a real wolf, his reflexes and superior muscle design allow him to move quickly and with agility. This can throw opponents off who mistake him for a clumsy brute of a fighter.
-Increase to strength
-increase to speed
-increase to agility
-scent sensitivity increase
-hearing sensitivity increase

Friend of the wood: Fenrir instilled in his children a great gift of nature if they would train themselves to use it. The gift was to be able to talk to the trees, "the old kings" as the Fenrir brood called them. This ability allowed for the brood to become friends with the woods and call upon their help when it was needed. They could be used to hide a town, confuse invading armies or even directly attacking those who hurt Fenrir's Brood. One needs to remember that all trees have their own personality and even tree type changes behaviour.
They take no commands nor are bound by an oath which makes them sometimes unpredictable .

Resistance: A number of Erums natural immunity's are heightened as a natural ability of his species. This is one of the few gifts Fenrir bestowed upon his children. The white blood cells in his body are significantly more aggressive than a humans immune system, ridding the body of most poisons an toxins is easy.  
-defense to neurotoxin
-defense to plant spores
-defense to bacterial infection



Transformation: The more pressure and aggravation Erum is under the more feral he becomes,  increasing his aggressiion and at a certain point he can lose himself in blood lust. He will attack anyone anything near him even going so far as to eat flesh, this includes allies and civilians. Also ticks can be a problem

Friend of the wood: Not all woods are friendly... There are some forests and individual trees that have become twisted and evil for many different reasons. These trees are the same ones that framed Erum ages ago for the murder of a little girl and her Grandmother. Their deceit and evil is used in many ways including spying and passing along bad information.

Resistance: The fatal drawback of having such an immune system is when one needs to cure something the aggressive white cells cant. Any sedative, anti toxin used or antidote will likely be rejected by the immune system and destroyed. This makes healing Erum a complicated task usually only known to others of Fenrirs brood


-Grimstroke: Grimstroke the hungry  is a sword forged by the fire jotun for use against Fenrir's brood. It was stolen by Erum from fire giant after he killed him for raiding a human village, Erum then named the blade Grimstroke the Jotun hewer. The blade is always hungry for the same flesh as it's last victim, when someone of the same species as it's last victim approaches the blade comes to life. The crackling as roars of fire can be heard emanating from it and every strike burns fiercely and invisibly. The only way to put out the flame is by lake water, the burn will never heal until such time as the water of a still bodied lake is applied. The drawback of using this blade does not discriminate, a small cut or burn just by touching the blade with hurt it's owner. This is one of a few reasons why He will never wield it on another wolf.

-Luger-PO9 Zerstörer: An experimental WWII German pistol that Erum plundered from the chest of a nazi ghoul that was haunting  a castle in Hamburg. The pistol is rather large probably meant for more built members of the third reich, the rounds as well are quite large easily 350 grain bullet capable of tearing a person apart. Thanks to Erums increased size and strength as a wolf wielding the pistol is quite easy. Unfortunately due to the rarity of this fire arm the rounds for it have to be made specially by a gunsmith. This means the rounds are expensive and ergo in short supply.



Being a canine like creature Erum does retain (by choice or by nature) some stereotypical traits. He does tend to growl quite a bit when frustrated, angry or threatened. He does occasionally sniff  new people (he tries to be discrete). One of the strangest things he's been known to do is let certain people he's come to know and like pet him though he will deny it if anyone else ever asked



Erum tails the vampire down a dark alley between two brick buildings being sure to keep to the shadows, it wasn't often their kind ventured into this part of the city as it was primarily inhabited by skin walkers. The vampire took a right turn down one alley and a left on the next then another left. Erum kept up with him using the stealth of a hunting wolf to avoid detection though it was becoming more difficult. He followed his suspect further and further in winding through a multitude of alleys now branching out every which way. Erum paused a moment looking around now confused about what direction he came from and in that instant he lost track of the vampire. When he took a good look around he realized something had gone very wrong, he ran down one alley then the next searching for traces of himself. He found nothing and only ended up more lost than he was before. Erum decided to look up at the stars and the moon for direction but to his horror the sky was dead that night, no moon, no stars.

"This is bloody impossible! Hey! Can anyone hear me?!.... Helloooo!... Fuck!... I bet that walking leach had something to do with this, leading me down this alley. When I get out of here I'mma strangle her with my bare paws... er... wolf paws heh heh"

Erum looks around in a pointless gesture to see who's laughing then instantly realizing there's no one there lowers his head sadly and whines

"Why is it I'm so witty when no one is around? Geez"

Just then a thunderous rumble shakes the pavement beneath his feet, Erum immediately perks up turning his face like a radar dish to the direction of the disturbance. The rumbling groes louder and louder coming from around the corner three alleys down, bricks begin to fall from the wall from the violent shaking. Erum draws Grimstroke and starts growling ready for whatever is coming... or so he thought...