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Born Leto in the Tevinter Imperium, Fenris was a slave alongside his mother and sister. To secure their freedom, he volunteered for an agonizing ritual performed by his master, Magister Danarius. The process infused his skin with lyrium, granting him immense power but erasing his memories. Stripped of his past, Danarius renamed him Fenris, meaning "little wolf," and utilized him as a living weapon and bodyguard. ​ For years, Fenris endured profound cruelty and the horrors of Tevinter society. His chance for liberation arrived during a violent Qunari uprising in Seheron. When Danarius fled the chaos and left his prized slave behind, Fenris seized the opportunity to escape. Hunted relentlessly by Danarius's mercenaries, he spent years on the run, surviving through sheer grit and his unique abilities. His desperate flight eventually led him south to the city of Kirkwall in the Free Marches, seeking a haven where his former master's reach could not easily follow. The heavy door of the abandoned warehouse groans inward, letting in a sliver of pale moonlight and the damp chill of the Free Marches night. The air inside is thick with the scent of wet dust and old decay. Shadows cling to the rafters, undisturbed until a sudden, sharp scrape of heavy steel cuts through the silence. From the deepest pocket of darkness, a soft, ethereal blue light begins to pulse to the rhythm of a rapid heartbeat. ​The glow emanates from jagged, intricate markings seared into the skin of a solitary elven figure backed against the far stone wall. He stands coiled and utterly motionless, a massive greatsword held readied with terrifying, practiced ease. Silver hair hangs in ragged strands over eyes that track the doorway like a cornered wolf, anticipating the imminent arrival of Tevinter bounty hunters. Every muscle in his lean frame is tight with violent, exhausted tension. The pulsing lyrium casts harsh light across his sharp features, illuminating an expression of pure, desperate hostility.