Blake Wolfgang Bane (Finito)

[fenrir]

BLAKE WOLFGANG BANE



Rebellious; Unpredictable; Feral

BACK TO BASICS ' '

Full Name: Blake Wolfgang Bane
Significance of Name:

*Blake – if derived from the old English word “blæc” meaning “Black” or “Dark” which was the colour Fenrir’s fur was believed to be but it can also be derived from the word “blāc” meaning “pale”. I chose it because like the word, Blake is a kind of contradiction, he’s painfully pale with white blonde hair in human form but when in his wolf form his coloring is pitch black.
*Wolfgang – A name of German origin (which sort of goes with being a norse god) meaning wulf (wolf) and gang (path). It fits in with Fenrir being a wolf and it has a fragile connection to tracking, which wolves are obviously good at and the fact that I’m thinking of giving Blake the tracking ability as one of his later powers.
*Bane - I honestly just like the way it sounds, But having said that there is a tenuous connection with the plant wolfbane, and also because Fenrir was kind of like the bane of the Norse god’s existence since he was a major player during Ragnarök and killed their King Odin.

Nickname(s): That's Blake to you. Never call him Fido.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Grade: Freshman
Celeb you're using: Boyd Holbrook, I know he doesn't look like a freshman but I would rather chew my own leg off than use Justin Bloody Bieber
Deity: Fenrir - Norse
Title of your deity: Uh, as far as I can tell he doesn't have an actual title. God of being a Big Badass Wolf seems to fit nicely.

STRIKE A POSE ' '

Physical Appearance:

Despite his past, Blake never truly adopted the whole football hooligan image (He’d sooner die than shave his head of pale blonde hair) and thanks to his almost delicate features and slender build he probably couldn’t even if he wanted to. Needless to say, it didn’t take him long to give up on trying to look thuggish and instead set to work on mastering the art of giving off “bastard vibes” and to perfect his “ferocious big dog look” (as he likes to call it) to make up for this. As such, if you happen to stumble across Blake there can be no question that he isn’t self assured – he moves with the deadly grace and poise of a true predator and carries himself with an unflinching lazy confidence in a way that says he has learnt to roll with any punches life can throw t him. Blake also has an unnerving habit of staring people down, refusing to lower his eyes for anyone even those few who have earned his respect.

He pretty much leaves his hair to do its own thing, the concept of gel and styling is completely lost on Blake, but as far as he can remember he has always worn it fairly long – falling in unruly bangs to his collar. This isn’t exactly strategic when it comes to fighting but hell; some things are worth weathering through the pain. His build isn’t as intimidating as he wishes it would be; he’s too tall and young to have any kind of heavily defined musculature but his body can take more than a few hits and then return them to original senders address with ease. He handles himself with a liquid grace that hints at a greater strength than you wouldn’t think was there.

A broken jaw that never set quite right and a scar that runs through his left eyebrow and stops just short of his eye serve as silent testaments to his past lifestyle before pantheon, they’re barely noticeable but Blake wears the minor disfigurements with pride. You’ll almost always see Blake sporting some kind of battle wound, be it a black eye or a split lip, he’ll simply grin and bear it. You’ll rarely catch Bake without a smirk or wolfish grin on his face, but when he smiles it hardly ever reaches his cruel silver eyes and it is almost always taunting rather than charming. Basically if you hear Blake laugh; you can be assured he’s laughing at you and not with you.

LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '

Personality Description:

Blake is a painfully proud creature at heart and at times he is ruled by his pride. He is arrogant but quietly so; you will rarely catch him bragging, but he won’t let any insult, no matter how small it may be, pass by unchallenged. This pride leaves him open to various forms of manipulation and if dared to do so, or rather, if his courage is questioned he will do things against his better judgement. This is not helped by the fact that he is blind to his own weaknesses, which is his major downfall, once challenged he wont back down even if he knows that he has no possible chance of coming out of the situation in one piece. Painfully blunt, Blake is far from tactful with other’s emotions, he speaks his mind with a stubborn determination and (to the horror of his sense of self preservation) he wont let anything from brutality to intimidation silence him. He’ll readily admit that he enjoys getting into tight spots as much as getting out of them. He strives to laugh at anything that holds even the slightest promise of humour; although, his sense of humour runs more along the lines of dark and twisted than slapstick hilarity.

Blake refuses to allow himself to be led along or taught, he prefers finding things out for himself no matter how painful the lesson. A self proclaimed rouge he has always had a problem with respecting authority and sees himself as above the law with his own set of questionable morals. Many believe that Blake is simply rebellious for the sake of being rebellious and for the most part they’re right, he has a deeply ingrained hatred for being told what to do and what to believe and a sense of antidisestablishmentarianism (I don’t know if that’s in context but I’ve always wanted to write it in a sentence) which he suspects is something he inherited from Fenrir. He has always been a loner of sorts, not relying on anyone’s company but his own, and this kid rarely trusts anyone unless he knows that they have just as much to loose from back stabbing him as himself. Blake’s greatest fear is being tied down whether physically or through responsibilities and relationships. The moment something or someone threatens his freedom and independence he deserts the situation without thinking twice. He is his own leader, his own cheerleading squad and fan club all rolled into one.

He has always been the proud owner of more than a few animal instincts and has been forced to get a hold of his impulses from a young age lest someone gets hurt. Not that he really cares, this restraint has nothing to do with his morals or conscience and everything to do with his fear of loosing his freedom. That alone keeps the more violent bestial side of him bridled and muzzled, albeit tenuously so. But he does tend to loose control and when he does; this more ruthless and aggressively dominant side of Blake’s personality comes out to play with no warning and with an unpredictability that many find unnerving, the change can be so subtle it can go unnoticed unless he is directly involved in a confrontation the only clue can be a delicate change in the set of his shoulders or an edge to his smile. Blake isn’t Bi-polar, the proud owner of multiple personalities or schizophrenic; it is more of an alter-ego of sorts but one that is as much a part of him as his more passive side. He does, however, fully embrace this inner beast, he is not the kind to resent being different and for the most part he relies strongly on the confidence and silent strength that it lends his personality.

His bark is in no way bigger than his bite, it takes quite a lot to push Blake to his limits but when he finally snaps you won’t have very much warning. As a child, Blake often battled to understand or read certain emotions leading his parents to believe that he was a borderline sociopath but as he got older and started to learn how to separate the bestial side from the human side of himself this no longer became much of a problem. Blake has learned to fear appearing in the slightest bit vulnerable or showing any kind of exploitable weakness and as such when he feels as if he is doing so he resorts by taking the offensive approach and being overbearingly abrasive and cocky.

He does however have a strong sense of loyalty towards those few who have earned his respect either through intelligence or brute strength. Having said that Blake is as likely to stand beside you as to stick a knife in your back and twist it repeatedly, believing that since everyone is eventually going to betray you – you might as well beat them to it.

Likes:

- Football and football Hooliganism
- Inter City Firm, West Ham United
- Anarchy
- Having the last word
- Pub/bar brawls
- Wolves and wild animals
- Freedom ad independence
- His own company
- Guinness <3
- Testing his own strengths and ignoring his weaknesses
- biting the hand that feeds him

Dislikes:

- Chains, won’t wear them, won’t touch them
- Small enclosed spaces
- Being tied down, literally and figuratively
- Pets and domesticated animals, especially hound dogs
- Being told what to do
- American Football
- Magic based powers or forged items, doesn’t trust them
- Upper class kids, or more affectionately “posh gits”
- Putting his trust in people
- Being betrayed
- Getting caught in the rain - That wet dog smell aint cool

Strength:

- He’s a fighter, in more than one way
- Independent, self reliant
- Strong willed
- Good endurance
- Intelligent
- Confident
- Can be charismatic when he wants to be

Weaknesses:

- Spiteful and Vengeful
- Distrustful
- Easily Manipulated
- Proud
- Thinks he’s a lot stronger than he actually is
- Makes enemies easily and has few allies
- Untrustworthy
- Abrasive
- Hot headed
- Rebellious
- Disregard for laws, rules, others safety
- Tends to pick fights with the wrong kind of people
- Dogs, they go crazy around him. They either turn tail and run for it or try to rip his throat out.

Fears:

- Severely claustrophic
- Losing his freedom
- Betrayal
- Appearing vulnerable or weak

Goal:
- He views Pantheon as a kind of prison, so really just graduating and getting out of there and maybe starting a wolf sanctuary once he has.
- He’d like to bring about the downfall of the reincarnated gods – but he realised pretty fast that that’s a tad ambitious. A guy/ reincarnated wolf monster can still dream, though.

Power/Ability:

Animal Morphing - Unlike other Animal Morphers Blake is limited to a single form, that of a monstrous dark furred wolf. He has only just recently discovered his ability and is trying to learn to control it since the change comes upon his sporadically and when his emotions are in turmoil.

WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '

Origin: London, England - Cockney

History:

Father – Charlie Bane
Mother – Stacy Bane

Half sister – Helmira Bane
Half brother – Jordan Bane

Uncle – Ordin Bane
Cousin – Tyler Bane


Stacy was never the maternal sort. Tall and beautiful but about as intelligent as a brick, she had always entertained thoughts of being a model or even better, a rich footballer’s wife and so no one really knows what attracted her to Charlie Bane, a man thirty years her senior and infamous for being a shady bastard. Perhaps she simply got a false feeling of grandeur from being around such a dangerous man or she decided that if she couldn’t have a footballer she would have the next best thing – a football hooligan. Everyone, however, did agree that she was far too young when she unexpectedly fell pregnant with Blake and only months before Charlie was finally arrested for battery, arson and manslaughter. Left to fend for herself, Stacy realised that she wasn’t going to hit the big time as a super model if she had a toddler clinging to the hem of her skirt and so she dumped little Blake on Charlie’s elder brother, Ordin, with the words, “He’s your problem now.” And what a problem he was.

Charlie Bane. It’s hard to say anything positive about the man or rather to say anything about him without throwing in a few choice words that would offend sensitive readers. Blake never knew his father but from the stories he’s heard he’s figured out that Charlie was a right nutter and so he’s rather grateful that they never met. Charlie was notorious for being a high up member of the ICF and all round vicious thug. For all you Americans, the ICF stands for Inter City Firm, a football hooligan gang of West Ham supporters that caused havoc and riots throughout the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. I suppose saying that the apple never falls far from the tree has some truth to it after all. Well, Charlie’s violent antics finally caught up with him later on in life, when the hooligan “glory days” had long passed him by, he was arrested no long after Blake’s excuse for a mother fell pregnant and never got the chance to see his son or more than likely to abuse the kid. He’s still rotting in a cell somewhere, Blake heard that he was getting out in a couple of years but in all honesty he couldn’t give a damn about the violent father he never knew.

Blake wasn’t the only kid to have the misfortune of sharing Charlie’s blood, oh no, stupid people have a bad habit of breeding like rabbits and Charlie was no different. Blake has two half sibling he has never met. Helmira, his half sister and twelve years his senior is rumoured to be locked up in an insane asylum in Scandinavia. And a half brother, Jordan, he’d be about four years older than Blake is now but the poor kid drowned in a boating accident when he was thirteen. Yeah, the Banes don’t have a cute and cuddly family history.

Blake’s uncle, Ordin, was never the warm father figure Blake needed but in his defence the man took Blake in despite having a son of his own to look after and an undying distaste for his brother Charlie. Looking back, Blake supposes that he should have been grateful to his uncle, the man may have been cold and distant but he was never cruel or raised a hand to Blake – and there were times when our little anti-hero gave him enough reason to. Ordin worked three jobs to support Blake and his elder cousin, Tyler and also to send the two of them to school in the hopes that they would make something of themselves. Unlike Blake’s father, Ordin had a firm set of morals and a clear sense of right and wrong with no grey area in between; he assumed that Blake was young enough to be steered onto a path that differed from his fathers. He was wrong.

But Blake never saw Ordin and Tyler as his true family and he resented his actual parents. No, in his eyes his true family was made up of the group of friends he had had even before starting school. The very same friends that would end up forming a juvenile football hooligan gang under Blake and his best friend Rodger’s leadership. Blake may never have met his father but he shared more characteristics with the man than he would ever care to admit. He’s not sure if his wild aggressive streak is something he inherited from his father or if it is something that ties him to Fenrir but it has always been part of him, even as a little kid. He’s also not sure what he would have ended up doing if it wasn’t for his gang of mates; kids like himself, from his kind of background and with the same pent up frustration towards society mixed with teenage angst and intensified by the arrival of hormones. In the rough part of London where Blake grew up, football wasn’t just a sport it was a culture, a lifestyle, a fashion but more than anything it was an escape. And it was in grade school when Blake and his friends started entertaining thoughts of forming their own football firm an idea that carried on and eventually blossomed to become reality by the time they hit middle school.

They were a tight knit group, with a set hierarchy and a primitive sense of camaraderie, in a way it rather resembled a wolf pack which is why I suppose Blake took to it like a duck to water. They weren’t like the football firms back in the day, they weren’t right wing racist skinheads looking for any reason to cause a bit of havoc. No, for them it was all about the unity, to have some kind of family and yes, to blow off a little steam. They were simply a group of friends who had each others backs and enjoyed swinging their fists, and football hooliganism offered up the perfect excuse. They didn’t go around attacking little old ladies or innocent bystanders, they fought kids just like themselves who had had the same idea, and the only real difference between them was the football team they supported. The idea caught on like wild fire, soon similar juvenile firms were secretly springing up all over London and the rivalries between the firms in the golden days were steadily rekindling. If you’ve never been in a fight, and I’m not talking school boy tussles, I’m talking proper street fights with the gloves off and no holding back, then you wouldn’t under stand the rush of adrenaline it gave them, the sense of knowing that your mates have your back and the feeling of freedom they felt.

Who actually remembers their early childhood? It’s like a fuzzy montage of mis-matched memories that we embellish as we get older. Similarly Blake has an assortment of memories from his early childhood that are not worth mentioning. He never really took to school; towards the end the only thing keeping him going was the chance to see his friends. In his eyes school is basically nothing more than regurgitating the facts the system force feeds you. Not his cup of tea. The most important life lessons Blake has ever learnt have been on the streets. He’ll take street smarts over book smarts any day as in his opinion only the one kind keeps you alive and in one piece if you don’t have the benefit of a trust fund. When he turned fourteen, Blake dropped out of school all together and following the inevitable argument with Ordin that this short sighted action led to; he left home as well and moved in with Rodger’s nineteen year old brother who was renowned for taking in “strays”. The year he spent living with Rodger and his brother was easily the best he time he’d ever had, having complete freedom put Blake in heaven. Ordin had completely given up on him and not once tried to contact him despite the fact that Blake still lived on the same street, he wanted nothing more to do with his ungrateful nephew. Only Tyler tried to appeal to Blake and get him back on the straight and narrow but Blake was having none of it and shrugged off his cousin’s concern.

His life soon took an interesting turn and all started with an upcoming match between West Ham and their rivals and bitter Enemies; Millwall. The upcoming match and especially the fight that would inevitably happen between the two teams’ supporting hooligan juvenile gangs was all Blake, Rodger and their gang talked about for weeks. Rodger had been secretly shagging one of the Millwall gang leader’s sisters and word had gotten around that the guy was looking for revenge. This fight was not going to be just an innocent brawl, it was going to be personal and would more than likely turn nasty. When the day of the match came, the two young gangs met in the usual spot under an old ridge that had been a favourite spot for fighting firms “back in the day”. Rodger and Blake showed up with twenty friends but they were sorely outnumbered when the Millwill crew rocked up with nearly fifty members. And worst of all the unwritten juvenile gang rule of clean fights with no weapons had been broken. They fought hard that day but the Blake’s gang was simply outnumbered and were easily broken. They were still kids despite the lifestyles they led and at the sight of knives, broken bottles and chains more than half of Blake’s gang deserted them. In the end it was only Blake, Rodger and a small handful of others that boldly, but stupidly, stood their ground.

At some point Blake was knocked unconscious and when he finally clawed his way back to consciousness, feeling as if he had been worked over by steam roller, he found that only himself and Rodger remained of their gang, with the Millwall crew’s three leaders looming over them and grinning cruelly. Rodger was the one they wanted to make an example of but due to Blake’s protests as they worked his friend over; he wasn’t spared either – earning himself a few broken ribs and a broken jaw for his blind loyalty. It hadn’t occurred to him that the kids would go so far as to kill the two of them, this was simply a new level in the great game they all played, another test of loyalty and companionship. So, Blake took the beating and did his best to handle the pain. But the boys didn’t stop attacking Rodger when he was clearly at his limit, when he’d “tapped out” and submitted. Blake remembers screaming at them to stop, even begging them, shouting that they had proved their point and that this was against the rules. But of course there were no rules, he was an idiot for ever thinking there had been. When he finally realised that his friend would die if he didn’t help him something sort of clicked in Blake’s mind and he did it, for the first time he morphed shapes. That dormant side of him awoke, but he couldn’t tell you he was exactly surprised, he always sort of knew that it was there lurking just beneath the surface he had simply never discovered the right trigger.

He clearly remembers the pain of shifting shapes, a pain that eclipsed that of his broken bones, a pain so severe it was almost a kind of pleasure. And then it was all over and he was standing on four legs instead of two. In a way Blake is kind of grateful that he had a dying friend to think about, because suddenly going from human to not-so-human can do quite a number on your sanity but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. The boys attacking Rodger hadn’t been expecting a giant wolf to suddenly appear and basically turned tail and ran for it. Blake had the sudden urge to chase after them, to right the wrong they had committed, to avenge his friend’s spilt blood by spilling their own. It was a savage primal emotion, it didn’t once register in his mind that it would be wrong to do so all that registered was the fact that they had attacked his friend, his alpha, and they needed to know they couldn’t get away it. But Rodger was dying; Blake could smell the scent of death in the air like it was something tangible. Rodger needed to get to a hospital and fast, but now that he was a wolf, Blake had no clue how to turn it off and he couldn’t very well drag his friend to a hospital, a huge wolf roaming the streets was going to cause problems.

Luckily the fight had caused quite a commotion and Blake’s improved senses picked up on the sound of people starting to arrive on the scene. Before anyone could notice him and once he was sure that Rodger was going to receive the help he needed Blake ran for it and hid out until he returned to his nicely human body. He slowly and painfully made his own way to the hospital when his pain and concern for Rodger became too unbearable. It took a dose of a strong sedative before the nurses could persuade Blake to leave Rodgers bedside and usher him into a bed of his own, beside his friend all bandaged up and high on morphine.

Blake knew the moment his friend died, he didn’t have to reach across the distance separating their beds to feel his pulse or watch his battered chest its usual shallow and stuttering rhythm. He just knew that his friend was no longer lying on the bed beside him, Rodger had been replaced by a lifeless corpse. Rodger was the first person Blake had ever given his full respect, trust and loyalty to and he was dead. From that moment Blake swore that Rodger would also be the last, nothing would make him go through that kind of pain and loss again.

After that, Blake had his fair share of visitors as he lay in the hospital doped out of his mind on morphine. Apparently, Tyler had been among them nut he can’t remember seeing or speaking to his cousin. The rest were a selection of the kind of people he detested. Two cops had come in asking questions about the fight, who was involved ect. Blake told them as little as he could get away with, he knew they wouldn’t do anything about the case the look in their eyes said they had seen that kind of thing countless times and it was nothing more than protocol. He had decided the night before that it was his job to avenge Rodger’s death and not theirs. Those lads deserved his kind of vigilante justice not the police’s. Other than the cops a social worker came in and was practically gagging at the bit when he found out that he was living with Rodgers brother and had dropped out of school. A couple of reporters dropped by as well as a trauma counsellor – Blake pretended to be asleep during these sessions or stared at them blankly until they left him alone. And finally when he was well enough to leave the hospital a very different kind of visitor showed up at his bedside; an envoy from some kind of school in America. Blake still isn’t sure how they found out about his ability. But most importantly, he still doesn’t know why he agreed to with them. He blames the morphine.

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '

* Blake’s name is a connection of sorts, just not a brilliantly inventive one
* Fenrir was manipulated into being chained by the Norse gods through his pride. When every chain they tried failed to hold him they presented the wolf with a magical ribbon. He was suspicious, suspecting treachery and at first refused to allow them to bin him. Once they challenged his courage and questioned his strength and said that if it did succeed in binding him they would release him. He finally agreed but requested that a god place a hand in his mouth as a sign of trust a god will. When the magic ribbon did bind him and they didn’t release him, Fenrir bit off Tyr’s hand. Blake is a proud creature and can be similarly manipulated into doing things against his better judgement if his courage or strength is questioned. He doesn’t trust easily unless he knows the other person has as much to loose from betraying him as he does himself. He also can’t stand chains and doesn’t trust magical based powers or magically forged items.
*Fenrir was then chained in an underground chamber (according to some myths) and out of all the gods, only Tyr had the courage to feed and care for the ferocious beast. Blake is extremely claustrophobic, he seriously can’t stand being in underground chambers or in small, dark, enclosed spaces. I’m not sure if this counts as well, but when he ran away from home his uncle Ordin (representing Odin and the other Norse gods) wouldn’t go near him speak to him or try and reason him but his cousin Tyler (representing Tyr) tried to get Blake back on track and help him.
* Fenrir’s father was Loki, a god notorious for being a trickster and a thorn in Odin’s side with a cult like following and his mother was giantess. Blake’s father was a high up member in a football hooligan firm which caused chaos in Britain through the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s, the firms were sort of like cults and the “leaders” and “generals” were idolised and pretty much treated as gods by the firm members…his mother is pretty damn tall and not in the least bit maternal.
* When Odin discovered Loki’s “brood”, he cast Fenrir’s sister Hel into Helheim, his serpent brother, Jormungand into the sea, and for some silly reason decided to take cute little baby Fenrir back home. Only to realise that little Fenrir was going to grow up and be a big vicious wolf and needed to be chained. Blake has a much older half sister he has never met named Helmira who is rumoured to have ended up in an old school Scandinavian insane asylum (which is like my version of Hell, or Helheim) and a half brother named Jordan who droned in a boating accident. Blake was dumped by his mother onto his Uncle Ordin who believed that since Blake was little more than a toddler that the boy wouldn’t follow in his father’s footsteps but he grew up and proved that he was every bit like his father.
*It kind of goes without saying but Fenrir was a huge wolf. Blake has the ability to morph into a large Black wolf when his emotions are in turmoil. He also was one of the leaders of a juvenile version of a football hooligan gang which has the same kind of hierarchy and system as a wolf pack.
*Fenrir was said to kill Odin during Raganrok and would then be killed by Odin’s son by having his jaws broken and ripped apart (in some myths) or being stabbed through the heart (in others). Um. Well Blake broke his jaw if that counts? He is also an anarchist and a rebel and doesn’t do the whole respecting authority thing (kind of like Fenrir rebelling against the gods.

ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '

I can not be arsed right now, could you check out some of Ash's stuff instead?

BEHIND THE SCENE ' '

Your name: Panic
Age: don't remind me
How long have you been RPing? A while
Where/How did you find us? PA has like crawled under my skin - there can be no escape...

[KC]

Hm. I like it. We keep you. Good doggy. ;D

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