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Post by Wilting Rose on Dec 24, 2005 10:42:11 GMT
Wilting Rose grinned as the applause died down. There was a wicked glint in her eye, to match the results of the category she was about to announce. The lights around the hall dimmed to a glowering red glow to set the mood. "And now for our most... wicked category," said Rose, her tone almost a whisper. The audience barely breathed, hanging on her every word. "The Golden Snitch award for the most Evil Character goes to..." She pointed her wand above the audience and the name that shot out of it was... [glow=red,2,300]FENRIS FENRIR![/glow]
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Fenris Fenrir
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 26, 2005 1:26:32 GMT
"And now for our most... wicked category....Fenris Fenrir!"As onlookers heard the proclamation and as the eerie, blood-red name hung in space; a figure rose from it's resting place in the back of the Hall. A figure well known to many just by sight and even those that had not seen this lycan before murmured as the being made his way to the edge of the carpet just before the exit. There stood the slavering wolf, Fenris Fenrir in the flesh, and his maddened eyes roved about the Hall looking at everyone and anything that seemed out of place. Satisfied, the colossal wolf began to move down the carpet to where the Headmistress stood. Yet something was out of place this eve; especially with the Lord of the Hunt. The silver-grey wolf walked with a limp, his fur seemed like it was thinning with age and everything about the beast made it look like he was plagued with some illness. As eyes from the crowd watched his every move, Fenris halted in the middle of the walkway; unleashing a terrible fit of coughing as if he was coughing up a lung. And from out of his maw, came a small parcel; it's shape made it impossible to determine it's contents. But then the lycan did something totally uncharacteristic of himself; on his muzzle there was a Cheshire grin of large proportions. And with a stunning back-flip and mid-air transformation, it was not a wolf that landed back on the walk way; it was a man. A man clad in a shimmering black suit with tails; his glasses polished to an impeccable standard, and his eyebrows and facial hair were all greatly darkened (ah; the wonders of mascara). As the crowds let out a roar of approval from the surprise stunt, Fenrir playfully salute the masses like a rock star of old. Digging into the sack that he had regurgitated; he pulled out a collapsible cane and an aged top-hat. Now that his attire was complete; Fenrir continued to saunter to eternal glory. And the masses were loving it all the while. Even though he got some frosty looks from former victims and others that disliked him, the majority of the students were cheering as if he were John Lennon re-incarnate. There was even one group of sixth year girls that were shrieking in their high-pitched squeals, "WE LOVE YOU FENFEN!" Well; that was something that he never heard before, but the name did have a ring to it and winking his approval; Fenrir, smiling like a school boy, reached into his pocket and tossed an old photo of himself signed in blood; which the girls proceeded to fight over. ' Ah; anything for the whims of the public', though Fenris to himself as he straightened his top-hat while continuing his walk, but soon he was no longer walking. The remaining students that stood before the platform that the Headmistress was standing on surged forward and lifted him on their shoulders and before he knew it; Fenris Fenrir was the first lycan to ever crowd-surf his way into the limelight. Laughing all the while, Fenrir hopped off of those hands that so willingly held him aloof and made his way to stand next to Wilting Rose. Raising his hands for silence, Fenris waited for the students to quiet down and when they did; he commenced his speech. "Friends! Students! Former victims of all shapes and kinds! Lend me your ears because I really could use them to replace my missing one", said Fenrir with a howling laugh; though after composing himself some more he went right back into his speech, "I would like to thank everyone in this school, no; this Academy; for all that you have done for me. Because without you as my lovely victims; there is no way that I could have won this award. So I thank all those that have been subjects of my acts; without people like Roan, Rezna and so many others I don't think that you would even recognize me if I stood here on some other occasion. There is only one person left to thank; and that is your Headmistress." Sweeping Rose off of her feet, Fenrir planted a canine-esque kiss on her cheek before hugging her and setting her down. As the crowd roared; Fenrir began to roar as well and transformed back into a mighty wolf; that let out a howl that shook the dust from the rafters above. But that frenzied crowd couldn't care less; they had a star in the midst, and even if he was a baddie; Fenris Fenrir was still a hot topic. Besides; everyone loves those bad boys. ooc: Enjoy Mhers
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Post by Wilting Rose on Dec 26, 2005 10:35:26 GMT
Rose shrieked, half in fear and half in delight at Fenris Fenrir literally swept her off her feet.
As he set her down again, she chuckled and looked momentarily flustered as the crowd cheered her on. Oh yes, he was born to be a star. She watched him leave the stage with a sidelong glance, wondering what the Lycan had up his sleeve for the next year. But, on second thought... perhaps she'd rather not know. She turned to the crowd and waited for them to settle down so she could announce the next category.
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