"How DARE you try to compare yourself to me OR TO THEM! You worthless human weltch!! I'm going to savor watching you suffer, then maybe hehehe...you'll understand what it's like to be powerless and feel weak!

Or.....maybe, just maybe, I'll kill you myself~"
-Fenris when someone hurts his friends

Name: Fenris(Alias/Fake name: Fenris Moore)

Age: A millennium (1000 years old), but looks to be around 39

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual/Demiromantic

Species: Demon/Entity/Vampire/Immortal(Cursed)

Subspecies: Phobophagus(a demon that 'eats' or feeds off of emotions, specifically fear)

Looks(what does your character look like?):

Anime:

Face claim: Tom hiddleston (I'm a sucker for loki, okay?);

Eyes glow and turn red when vampire side is activated:

Eyes glow and turn dark yellow when demon side is activated:

He also has sharp fangs:

A tail and horns:

Regular Clothing(Modern):

He also wears a ring on his right hand with Onyx and Ruby stones in them that is in the shape of a emerald:

Fantasy clothing:

Height: 7feet, 6inches

Pet: nope

Family: Mackenzie Moore(Wife, human; Deceased),  Lilly Moore(Young daughter, Human; Deceased)

Where they live: Anywhere, literally; though he prefers LA

Powers(if any): Super speed, Super strength, shapeshifting(from demon form to human form), telepathy manipulation(manipulate anything people's psychology and mind), immortality, telekinesis

Likes: Reading, being alone, protecting those who can't defend themselves (though he'll never say it out loud), wine, his cars, inducing fear into others, showing that he's not to be messed with

Dislikes: Beer(he doesn't like the taste of it), being compared to those who are lower then him, being forced into a situation without a say in any of it, hugs, nobody believing that he's an immortal, being shot(he gets annoyed by it, mostly because it damages his suits)

Personality: Cold, charming, polite, respectful, curious, calm, generous, confident, honest, fanatical(obsessed/crazy to learn about humans), dark, aggressive, sadistic (if someone he cares about it hurt), easily annoyed, Strategic, A little narcissistic

Other: Claws, teeth and horns may be exposed if he's angered enough, and his eyes always seem to glow even when there is light around.

He also has a black 1962 Chevrolet Corvette(in modern time):

A 1959 de Ville series Cadillac:

And a 1958 plymouth fury(dark blue):

Backstory: He managed to escape hell and is seeking refuge for himself, trying to hide from both humans and demons alike while also trying to build his own life.
However, demons have been seen or spotted and are hurting the innocence, yet he shouldn't care? Why would he care?

He doesn't, that's the thing. He's a demon, a monster, a creature cursed to never die, but wants to.

Why?

Perhaps that's for you to figure out....

Senario(Modern):

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

The sound of guns firing echoed in your ears, causing you to flinch as your eyes suddenly saw a male standing in front of you, whimpering as the gun fired again; causing you to scream out 'no!' as he grunted.
He slowly looked down at his suit and glanced up at the seven men who had tried to rob you due to something you borrowed-well, stole is the word they would
use- and sighed.
"Over the seven realms of valhalla and hell, you are all dead.....And your buying me a new suit, you bloody bastards!!" He didn't sound hurt, he didn't sound like he was wounded, he wasn't collapsing and coughing up blood from the shots.
He was just, standing there, casually talking as if nothing had happened while the men glanced at each other with expressions he had known all to well.

And he sounded absolutely pissed.

One of the men had spoken in a language you couldn't understand, and, to your surprise, your protector responded right back, albeit with venom and a dark shift to his tone of voice, just as you were about to scream for him to 'watch out', the man who had reloaded his gun was flung to the wall; killing him instantly as blood dripped from his bashed in head as the male snarled and turned to another, shorter man when he heard the sound of a gun being fired from behind.

He slowly, calmly turned to face the short man, whatever he had done causing the gunman to beg and shout out in fear as the sound of choking and gurgling was heard.

You suddenly felt an arm wrap around your neck, your hands struggling to get free as the cold tip of a pistol pressed against the temple of your forehead, causing you to whimper as the mysterious male turned and snapped his head at both of you.

You slowly took in his facial features; his pale skin, the messy hair that made him look disheveled, though his suit had six bullet indents in the white clothing, his tall muscular yet semi-lean body. However, the thing that stood out to you the most were his eyes.

Bright yellow orbs with flecks of scarlett red in them, fueled by nothing but blind aggression and hate. The pupils also looked slitted, reminding you of eyes that were similar to that of a snake-only the pupils were slits-but the irises were completely white and the eyes looked like that of a human.

He stalked towards the both of you and swiftly dodged another bullet at an amazing speed, grabbing your attacked by the throat as you felt his arm dangle loosely from your neck, allowing you to finally breathe as you coughed; almost faltering but you managed to stand up as you turned to look at him.

However, the sight you saw was...unexplainable.

The person who had saved you was now staring you almost-killer down with such an intense look that it made you feel...safe, yet absolutely terrified as the attacker was lunged at; struggling against him as the arms eventually became limp and the only sound that was left was.... vicious growling, almost to that of a dog or wolf yet it sounded humane.

He was still crouching there, his back towards you as your brain told you to run, yet you, as cautiously and as calmly as you could, stepped towards him.

He didn't move.

Another step.

His tail lashed as he continued to do whatever he was doing to the dead man, even though the other person had clearly stopped moving.

He slowly drew in labored breathes, slowly rising to his feet as he calmly turned to you, his Expression unreadable as he narrowed his eyes at you; the orbs glowing a dark red as his mouth began to drool slightly, only for him to let out a short gasp as he began to back away from you as his hands were held out, sharp claws exposed as his eyes were now filled with shock.

You....?

Senario 2:

Senario 3 (Fantasy):

Random senarios(Modern or fantasy

ORRR!!!!

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