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Senshi: Tyr Knight, Aesir (Noord) Senshi of Discipline
Name: Hugo Luis Fernandez
Meaning: N/A
Age: 24
Birthdate: November 20th
School/Occupation: ASE-certified auto mechanic at his own repair and body shop
Major NPCs:
Elena Maria Fernandez: Hugo’s often rather harried mother, currently working as a part-time night manager at a local CVS. At fifty-six years of age Elena still works hard to provide for her family, but a lack of proper education prevents her from seeking better employment. Her English is imperfect at best, and she is forced to rely heavily on Hugo’s income to help support her children a task that he is more than happy to perform, because Hugo loves his mother. She’s an unbelievably kind woman who values her family more than anything else in the world, and she would give up anything to help her children. Elena is also deeply religious and attends church every Sunday and on every Christian holiday. Hugo’s estrangement from the Catholic church is the only source of contention the two really have, and Hugo will often obediently go to church with his mother if she requests his presence. Generally, however, she limits her requests to major holidays. She figures her son will come back into the fold on his own eventually.
Salvador Jorge Fernandez: Hugo’s deceased father, killed at age fifty. Salvador was murdered when Hugo was sixteen and since then Hugo has struggled to fill his father’s shoes. Salvador was a huge influence on Hugo, helping to shape his zealous adherence to his morals and principles from a young age. Hugo also inherited Salvador’s auto shop, which he currently works at and runs. Losing Salvador was a soul crushing blow to Hugo, who saw the man as an untouchable hero and continues to idolize him since his death. In life, Salvador was a sort of larger than life character: built like a refrigerator, red-faced, always smiling and laughing. He would have happily given you the shirt off his back if you asked for it, and was known as a shining example of how there were good people in the poor community where the Fernandez family lived. More than anything else in the world, Hugo strives to be as kind and brave a man as his father was.
Gustavo “Guss” Angel Fernandez: Hugo’s twenty-one-year-old brother. Guss was the dreamy, artistic one in the family a fact that actually inspired a lot of childhood arguments with Hugo, who was something of a pragmatist even from a young age. Guss has decided to fully pursue his artistic interests, however, and is currently studying photography at the School of Visual Arts on scholarship. He was also the first (and so far the only) of the Fernandez family to attend college. He’s bound to graduate soon, however, and is thinking of moving out west with his long-time girlfriend. Guss works part-time at a Abercrombie and Fitch to help pay the bills, but his rent is currently paid up by his girlfriend's wealthy father. Gustavo and Hugo are not particularly close, and despite the fact that they live in the same city they usually don't see one another except on major holidays.
Rosita “Rosie” Tamara Fernandez: Rosie is Hugo’s seventeen-year-old sister and Jorge’s fraternal twin. Rosie is an excellent student in high school and hopes to attend college, and dreams of being a veterinarian. Rosie and Hugo actually have a lot in common, and it’s fairly safe to say that she is the sibling that resembles him the most personality-wise. She’s quiet and responsible, and she looks up to Hugo in a way that almost rivals how he admired their father. She actually spends a lot of time with Hugo in Manhattan, occasionally sleeping over in his apartment on weekends or hanging out with him in his garage while he works. She has a passing interest in automechanics that she maintains so that she and Hugo always have something to talk about, and is actually one of the few people Hugo doesn't seem to mind carrying on a conversation with.
Jorge Carlos Fernandez: Rosie’s twin brother, although the two couldn’t be more dissimilar. Jorge is the family’s resident problem child and the source of many headaches for Hugo and his mother. He’s a poor student and seems to be increasingly involved in illegal activity mostly buying and occasionally selling weed, although he’s looking to move up to harder stuff. He’s prone to disappearing for several days at a time without warning and currently is not on track to graduate high school. Hugo and Elena worry themselves sick about him and do their best to help him however they can, but Jorge doesn’t seem responsive to their attempts. Hugo worries that Jorge may be involved in a gang, but Elena insists that he isn't capable of such a thing, and clings to the hope that her "good boy" will come back to her. Hugo thinks she's being naive, but he doesn't have the heart to tell her.
Anabel “Bella” Silvia Fernandez: Bella is Hugo’s thirteen-year-old sister. She’s a pretty average teenage girl: she likes the Twilight books, Justin Bieber, and wearing lip gloss. Bella is probably the most trendsavvy of the Fernandez clan, and is often frustrated by the fact that her family often can't afford to buy new clothes or fashionable accessories. She usually seems embarrassed by her impoverished background and spends far more time at her friend’s houses than she does at home. Anabel is a smart girl who dreams of bigger, better things, but Hugo is openly disapproving of what he considers her shallow, materialistic lifestyle and it causes a rift between the two. Hugo just “doesn’t understand!” She wants to grow up to be a writer and receives high marks in English classes, but tends to be rather average across the board otherwise because she doesn't feel like applying herself.
Salvador “Sal” Jose Fernandez Jr.: Hugo’s youngest sibling at eight-years-old. Sal was born after their father’s death and thus was named after him in honor of his memory. He’s a good kid who loves reading and collecting comic books (mostly manga) and playing games on his Nintendo DS. Sal is a bit of a mama’s boy, shyer than even Hugo was, and is a bit awkward and unsocial around his peers. He seems to have a good mind for numbers and sums, and has a memory like a steel trap. His shyness has made him a target of bullying amongst the other kids at school, since he’s too quiet to properly fight back and never tattles. On the rare occasions that he comes home with bruises, Sal lies about where they came from to his mother. Hugo and Elena both suspect what is really going on, however, and have talked to the school about it. The school promised to intervene, but Hugo is understandably wary given his own experiences.
Liam “Red” Kelly: Hugo’s oldest friend, and most likely his only friend. They’ve been friends for about five years now, and despite some very key differences in their personalities, Hugo and Red remain rather close. Red helps temper Hugo’s all too serious nature, and occasionally forces him to do “irresponsible” things like go get drinks or, god forbid, talk to women at bars. Unlike Hugo, Red graduated high school and is currently working on getting his PhD in Psychology as a graduate student at Columbia University. He’s smart and charming and often claims that he is Hugo’s better half. Red’s family tends to be a bit cold and distant, and so Red has travelled out to Brooklyn the past few years to spend the holidays with the Fernandez family. Bella has a wee bit of a crush on him, and Hugo’s mother adores him like her own son. “Red” is actually a nickname Hugo gave him, based (uncreatively, Red protests) on his friend’s hair color. It’s stuck since then.
Sammy Dominguez: Salvador’s former partner in business, now Hugo’s. Sammy is well into his fifties but he remains the much more technologically advanced and friendly of the pair, which means he usually ends up handling the business side of things: running Quickbooks, designing schedules, calling customers, etc. Sammy actually doesn’t mind this division of labor, since it’s pretty similar to how things ran when Salvador was in charge. Hugo and Sammy have known one another since Hugo was still in diapers, and they maintain a professional, if not somewhat tense, relationship. Sammy spends a lot of time “gently” elbowing Hugo about finding himself a girlfriend and getting married, which makes Hugo feel phenomenally uncomfortable.
Mr. Wiggles: Mr. Wiggles is a three-legged orange tom cat that adopted Hugo when he moved into his new apartment. He’s gone from outside cat to pampered indoor homeowner. He’s also put on a hefty amount of weight, and seems quite content in his luxurious new lifestyle. Mr. Wiggles is generally indifferent towards everyone and everything save for a pointed dislike of Red, attributed to the fact that Red generally refers to him as “that stupid tripod cat” Mr. Wiggles does not take insults lightly. He and Fenrir have a tacit truce, provided that Mr. Wiggles allows him a portion of his cat food every evening. Mr. Wiggles grudgingly abides by these terms to maintain peace and civility in his home. Mr. Wiggles is nothing if not diplomatic. Please remember to pay Mr. Wiggles the respect he rightfully deserves.
Fenrir: FENRIR IS A FEROCIOUS BEAST THAT ONCE DEVOURED THE GODS THEMSELVES. HE IS ALWAYS HUNGRY. DO NOT FEED FENRIR, FOR DESPITE HIS SMALL SIZE HE WILL BITE OFF YOUR HAND TO ASSUAGE HIS CONSTANT RUMBLY TUMMY. YOU MAY LEARN MORE ABOUT HIS TERRIFYING MIGHT IN THE GUARDIAN SECTION.
History
Hugo Luis Fernandez was born in the Brooklyn neighborhood of Bushwick to two Puerto Rican immigrants. Although Elena's pregnancy had been unplanned, both she and her husband Salvador were overjoyed to have a happy, healthy boy – just like they had prayed for. Hugo's mother was the primary caretaker of their new son, a dutiful housewife, while her husband worked in the autorepair garage he'd just opened back in Manhattan. The commute and the work meant that Salvador was not around often when Hugo was an infant, but Elena showered her son with as much as love and affection as she could manage. Despite the fact that they lived an area wellknown for its high rates of violent crime and drugs, she and Salvador decided to make it their mission to offer their new child, and the many more they planned to have, as happy and secure a life as possible.
Hugo was a quiet toddler. He was shy around strangers, with a tendency to cling to his mother's skirts whenever someone besides his father was in the house, and even then Hugo seemed a bit fearful of Salvador’s presence. His father was a massively-built giant who stomped around the house laughing raucously at pretty much everything, occasionally rampaging in the kitchen as he helped his mother prepare breakfast, and then disappearing for the better part of a day with seemingly no rhyme or reason. He returned long after Hugo had been put to bed at night and so for the early years of Hugo's life he had little interaction with Salvador, and he silently tolerated the man's affection more because he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't rather than a genuine love for his father.
Not long after Hugo turned three, his mother gave birth to another son: Gustavo. Hugo remembers little of his younger brother as an infant, but his mother tells some pretty amazing stories. Apparently, even as a toddler, Hugo took his duty as an older brother very seriously. He'd often be found out of his bed at night and standing next to his brother's crib, peeking in on him to make sure he was still alive and breathing. Guss was a quiet infant who spent the majority of his time sleeping, much to his parent's relief. Hugo, for his part, was as wellbehaved as ever. He seemed more open to his father and had even started answering his questions when Salvador spoke to him in the mornings. – an improvement over his shy nods and head shakes a year prior.
Life continued quietly for the Fernandez family. Salvador was still gone frequently, and Elena found herself
somewhat stressed dealing with the amount of scraped knees, strange bruises, and runny noses two young boys tend to accrue. Still, she managed the family to the best of her ability almost completely on her own while Salvador worked at his garage, which was increasingly finding some traction in the market. By the time Hugo was four Salvador was able to afford to bring in some assistants, and thus was able to spend more time at home. He started coming home earlier, much to Elena's relief, and would sometimes prepare dinner for the family while he insisted Elena take a nap or relax in the bath. Hugo, now old enough to realize that big didn't necessarily mean bad, enjoyed his father's company. He'd often sit at the kitchen table and pepper his father with questions about work, or what life was like back in Puerto Rico, and did he always want to be a mechanic, because Hugo wanted to grow up to be a helicopter or maybe a farmer, and on and on and on. Salvador, for his part, seemed overjoyed that his eldest son seemed to be so fond of him now.
It was also around this time that Salvador began to teach his son what was right and what was wrong. This was a very important lesson, and Hugo paid rapt attention as Salvador would quote him Bible passages or tell his son parables to help teach him proper morals. Helping and defending those smaller than you or people in need? That was the Right Thing. Threatening to punch another boy over a disagreement on whose turn it was in the sandbox? That was the Wrong Thing. Hugo's ethical code developed fairly early on in life as a result, and his world became increasingly black and white. His father told him to do the Right Thing, so Hugo strived to do as his father wished. "Be like Superman," his father insisted, knowing his son liked the old superhero films. But Superman, in Hugo's young eyes, translated into his father.
When he was of age, Hugo was placed into a nearby kindergarten. The sudden separation from his mother's kitchen and the warmth and security of his home terrified Hugo, although he did what he believed was the Right Thing and refused to cry or throw a tantrum over it, like the other children did. He handled his anxiety differently: he just became silent. Teachers could barely coax his name out of him, and Hugo absolutely refused to speak unless he was forced to. At playtime he would separate himself from the other children, not really knowing how to properly interact with them, and he never raised his hand during lessons. There was another reason for his shyness as well: despite his very earnest attempts at being a good student, Hugo was having a lot of trouble in class. English was not his native tongue, and simple tasks such as learning the alphabet were exceedingly difficult for him. While his slow progress was somewhat alarming to his teachers, it wasn’t anything they felt was serious enough to warrant evaluation. Most of them assumed that Hugo was, frankly, just not as bright as the other students.
Hugo continued to struggle in school as he got older. Things that previously appeared to be childhood quirks using improper grammar when speaking, his continuing struggle in learning English were becoming increasingly worrisome because they were persisting. Unfortunately, the schools Hugo attended were illequipped and underfunded, and the idea of a learning disabled child essentially meant time spent doing remedial coursework rather than a proper investigation as to why Hugo was having so much trouble. Hugo dutifully continued to do his assignments to the best of his ability, unable to shake the idea that there was something wrong about him that the other children, who seemed smarter, didn’t have. He felt stupid, even as a young boy, and it only made him withdraw from the other students more and it didn’t help that they knew something was wrong with him, and that it made Hugo an easy target for mockery.
As Hugo barely scraped his way into second grade, Elena gave birth to the twins. Hugo was overjoyed to have new siblings. He developed a particular fondness for Rosie, since she was his first sister, and because she was significantly less fussy than Jorge was. One of his earliest, fondest memories is holding baby Rosie in his arms, with his parents standing nearby just in case. Hugo loved Guss, but he was too young when his brother was born to remember him as a helpless infant. It was different with the twins: they were so small and delicate, and it awoke a fierce, protective instinct in Hugo that has yet to abate. These were his little brother and sister, and he would always work hard to do the Right Thing for them. Guss, for his part, seemed less happy to have a new brother and sister to battle for attention with.
School was a continuing battle that Hugo felt like he was losing. The only place Hugo felt he could escape the horrors of the classroom was home. In his own house, surrounded by his loving family, Hugo felt at ease. No one judged him for being unable to read books properly, no one cared that his English wasn’t perfect or even that his Spanish wasn’t spot on. Home meant seeing the newborn twins, all crumpled and tiny, in their cribs. Home was where he could wrestle with Guss, where he could “help” his mother cook by grabbing bowls and spoons, even if she didn’t need them. Home was where his father returned to each evening, where he happily scooped his children up in his giant bear arms, and gave them piggy backs whenever they demanded it. Home was a safe place where Hugo didn’t feel stupid. It was safe to talk there, and whatever words or thoughts Hugo had been saving up all morning while trapped in the classroom poured out of him like a dam broken, and no one cared if they were foolish or if he was wrong.
However, new siblings meant money was even tighter, even with Salvador’s garage doing moderately well. Elena offered to find work but Salvador refused to allow it, believing that Elena’s place was at home taking care of their four children. The family managed but it did mean having to go without a lot of the time; clothing was usually bought secondhand, Christmas presents were almost always home made. This seemed to upset young Guss far more than it bothered Hugo, who didn’t really seem to care if Santa Claus didn’t bring him a Super Nintendo for Christmas. As Guss entered kindergarten he became increasingly temperamental and sulky, and Hugo began to hear the phrase “be more like your older brother!” thrown around more often. Guss, even at his young age, resented the fact that he was so often compared to his older “perfect” brother despite the fact that Hugo was clearly not nearly as proficient with his alphabet as Guss was, even with his extra few years of schooling. Suffice it to say, it set something of a negative tone for their relationship in the years to come.
Time passed for the Fernandez family. Hugo managed to learn his letters properly and began to read, write, and speak English with more confidence his performance was far from perfect, but it was enough to move up to middle school. At elevenyearsold and partway through 6th grade, the Fernandez family grew once more: a second daughter, pretty little Anabel. Immediately nicknamed “Bella” by the family, Hugo took to caring for his newest sibling like a fish takes to water. He was fairly experienced at this point at feeding and changing an infant from caring for the twins, although Elena insisted on supervising whenever Hugo cared for his baby sister. However, with their family now seven members strong, the Fernandez family realized that their current home wasn’t large enough to accommodate their large family. They moved to another, slightly larger house in Bushwick they couldn’t yet afford to leave the neighborhood, and having the funds to move to another home was already enough of a stretch.
Hugo and his siblings still went to the same school since they hadn’t moved all that far. The children grew and while Hugo was never anywhere close to being a good student, he never did bad enough to actually fail. At this point he had essentially stopped trying, having figured out a long time ago that he simply was not as bright as the other students in his grade. While he listened to the teachers and behaved well in class, the fact of the matter was that he was stupid and nothing was going to change his mind about it. It was a sentiment he generally kept to himself, although he sometimes heard other students snicker about it in class when he couldn’t properly do a math problem on the board, or when he was called out to explain why he didn’t bother turning in a book report. It made him feel inferior and humiliated, but he was less angry at his peers and more disappointed in himself. After all, it was a personal failing that he couldn’t do the work properly not the other student’s fault. So he quietly tolerated whatever jibes were directed at him, not really speaking to anyone in class save a select few people. Even then, they weren’t friends: more just people he knew well enough to sit next to during lunch, so that he wasn’t a complete social outcast. Friendliness did not come easily to Hugo to begin with, who was generally bristly with anyone he wasn’t directly related to.
Since Hugo rarely socialized with any of his peers, his interactions with others were generally limited to his family and the hours that he spent in his father’s garage. As soon as he was old enough to find the subway on his own Hugo zipped over to Salvador’s shop after school almost every day. His mother was furious that her young son was taking the subway on his own (it was pretty dangerous) but no amount of threats or punishment could deter young Hugo from heading to his father’s garage each day, and eventually poor Elena gave up trying. Besides, Hugo seemed truly happy during each visit: not only did it provide Hugo a means of spending more time with his father a man he still idolized but it also gave him an excuse to “forget” to do his homework. Generally Hugo’s visits were spent hovering over Sal’s shoulder, watching him as he worked and badgering his father with questions about what he was doing, why he was doing it, how this tool worked and what did that weird gear thingie do; Salvador always said it was the most he ever heard his son speak in a single sitting. After a while Hugo had picked up enough knowledge to occasionally do some of the easier tasks himself, and became something of a junior assistant in his father’s garage. Salvador, for his part, seemed delighted that Hugo had taken an interest in the family business. And that he was so adept at it! Hugo had an innate ability for understanding cars and their inner workings, and for the first time in his life actually the young boy actually felt like he was good at something for a change. Cars made sense in a way that words and sums simply didn’t. Hugo was far more likely to pick up a repair manual than he was a textbook, even if it still made for some tricky reading at least they usually had pictures that illustrated most of the steps!
And Hugo’s admiration for his father wasn’t limited only to his garage. Salvador was known in the neighborhood as everyone’s “go to” guy. Needed a little cash to make your month’s rent? Sal scrimped up what he could and handed it over. He helped organize community events, like block parties, or church fundraisers. He’d give people who were desperate to turn their lives around work at his shop, at least until they managed to get back on their feet. Everyone knew that Salvador would literally give you the shirt off his back if he could: he loved everyone and everything, and seemed to genuinely want to make their impoverished community a better place. Hugo even got used to getting discounts and favors from the grocer and other people, since he was “Salvador’s boy”. His father’s larger than life personality and his generosity were practically the stuff of myth to his son, who wanted nothing more than to be as good a person as his father was.
It wasn’t until Hugo was in 8th grade that a teacher seemed to finally took a vested interest in figuring out why Hugo had such difficulty with learning. Rather than just dismissing him as stupid, Mrs. Valencia (Hugo’s English teacher) instead contacted Hugo’s parents and explained that she believed their son might actually be dyslexic, which would explain his difficulty with reading and math. She suggested a specialist to take Hugo to for a proper diagnosis and offered to assist the Fernandez family in any way she could. Initially, Hugo was reluctant to see the specialist: as far as he was concerned, it was worse to have something actually mentally wrong with himself than to just be stupid. Eventually his parents managed to coax him into seeing the specialist, and after a battery of tests it did indeed become evident that Hugo suffered from a moderate case of dyslexia. There wasn’t much the family could do for Hugo: he was already in primarily remedial courses, and it wasn’t like the school had a separate curriculum set aside for dyslexic students. Still, the family hoped that some teachers could be persuaded to cut Hugo a little slack and thus make it a little easier for him to pass his classes. As it was, he was perilously close to having to repeat 8th grade.
The diagnosis did make school life easier, but Hugo wasn’t happy with it. It was as he had suspected for years: there was something wrong with him that made him inferior to all other students. Simply being stupid had less of a stigma attached to it, and Hugo didn’t like the idea of having to be treated differently from the other kids because he was learning disabled. Just the word “disabled” made him feel awful. Still, what was done was done. Hugo had to make the best of a lousy situation, because that was the Right Thing to do. Still, it was hard not to feel angry sometimes Guss was doing very well in school, and had blossomed into something of a social butterfly, while Hugo struggled along without any real friends. He envied his younger brother who seemed to be so much brighter and happier. Even the twins seemed to be having an easier go of things! Hugo’s mother and father insisted that he shouldn’t be mad, that he should be happy for his siblings, but Hugo found it awfully hard not to sulk.
And sulkiness characterized a good part of Hugo’s next few years. He graduated middle school and made his way to high school, intent on making something of a new start. After all, this was a bigger school, full of students who would have no idea who he was. He decided it was time to stop being the dumb, quiet kid in class and instead be something else: the tough guy. And so Hugo took to sitting in the back of the class, wordlessly brooding and glowering down anyone who tried to engage him in friendly conversation. It was hard to be intimidating at thirteenyearsold, but it helped that Hugo hit his growth spurt pretty early and never seemed to stop growing all throughout high school: by age fifteen he was already well on his way to six feet. Homework became something he simply didn’t bother with, and more often than not Hugo skipped classes to stand behind the school with all the other “rebellious” kids and smoke cigarettes by the dumpsters. He even stopped showing up at Sal’s garage, as needless to say his father didn’t exactly approve of Hugo’s new circle of friends and the behaviors he came to associate with them. In fact, Hugo began to avoid his family almost entirely as high school went on.
Hugo’s antics only grew more and more dire as high school progressed. In a desperate attempt to prove himself as the resident new badass in school, Hugo started a campaign of minor lawlessness that he still regrets to this day. Some shoplifting, dangerous drinking, stealing things out of other kid’s knapsacks everything a teenage rebel was expected to do. Combined with the hormones, an excessive amount of misplaced anger, and a sudden desire to completely change everything about himself, Hugo soon became a young thug. By fourteen he had some loose affiliations with the Brooklyn tribe of the Latin Kings, a group he’d become acquainted with through a friend’s older brother. At first Hugo was incapable of completely shutting off the moral compass his father had instilled in him much as he tried, so his work for them was mostly limited to muling and selling drugs, nicking the occasional car radio, or tagging walls with graffiti associated with the gang. Once the Latin Kings realized that Hugo had a knack for cars they put him to work in a chop shop disassembling stolen vehicles for their parts. Hugo was good at it. He made surprisingly decent cash working there, too. It only reinforced the idea in his mind that this was what he was supposed to be doing.
Unsurprisingly, Hugo’s parents grew increasingly concerned about their child’s sudden change in behavior. He’d always been a dutiful son, respectful down to his very core. Now? He was rarely ever home, and when he actually bothered to turn up it was generally to argue with his father for “lecturing.” He stole some of his mother’s jewelry and pawned it for a fistful of cash, he yelled, he slammed doors. Even though Hugo had stopped showing up at Sal’s garage after school, he always came home covered in oil and grime from cars. He got into fights with other students when he even bothered to turn up at school that were often incredibly violent. It was frankly a miracle that no one ever pressed charges, although that might’ve had more to do with Sal’s positive influence and reputation in the neighborhood than anything else. Suspensions and threats of expulsions were bandied about to little effect. It was obvious that Hugo was heading down a wrong path, but Elena and Salvador had no idea what to do. Hugo resisted all their attempts to help and guide him until he finally just left home, a few days after his sixteenth birthday, to go live with his friend Angel and his older brother. No parents meant no rules and no stupid guilt trips, right? He didn’t need anyone dragging him down, and that was all his family did. At least that was what Hugo figured as he packed the few things he had and shut the door on his family for what he assumed was forever. He left them a scribbled note not to try and find him, and although the family learned of his whereabouts through the grapevine, Sal told Elena to give the boy his space for a few months and let him come to his own conclusions.
Three months later and Hugo was living in a tiny apartment with Angel and his brother Eddy, still working in a chop shop for the Latin Kings. Thing had taken a turn for the worse: Eddy was a notorious junkie and generally surrounded himself with company that made even Hugo nervous, and he’d even allowed himself to try a few things more potent than pot. The gang was pressuring him to commit more fully to being a member, something that his instincts practically screamed was a bad idea, but Hugo was angry so incredibly angry and far too stubborn to even consider returning home as an option. He was a Tough Guy doing the Wrong Thing, and for the first time in his life no one dared to say anything bad about him. He had friends (kind of) who respected him. Hell, they were almost like a surrogate family. It seemed as if Hugo was officially settling into the gang banger lifestyle. He thought nothing would ever make him go back to his home or his family.
Until his father was shot six times in the chest while trying to defuse a robbery in a convenience store he happened to be browsing in.
Hugo first learned of his father’s murder when Guss came to his apartment and told him. Apparently, Salvador had died en route to the hospital. None of them had even had the chance to say goodbye. To this day Hugo still doesn’t remember much about the night he returned home, except holding his mother for hours while she sobbed. Almost overnight, Hugo gave up every single vice he’d picked up over the past few years: threw out all his smokes, his pipe, poured out his booze and flushed down the hard stuff. He never went back to that apartment, or back to the chop shop, or even back to school. Hugo had his mother sign a waiver withdrawing him from high school and he legally dropped out. (To this day he hasn’t even received his GED it’s something of a sore spot, and not something he’s particularly proud of.) With his father gone, Hugo had no choice but to step up as man of the house. He made the arrangements for his father’s funeral, handled the police inquiries. They never caught the thief who murdered his father, but the officers reassured Hugo that his father had died a hero but Hugo had always known his father was Superman. That was hardly a revelation to him.
Hugo was literally wracked with guilt for his behavior over the past few years. He’d forgotten everything his father had taught him: all the important lessons, the morals, the ethics, the Right and Wrong. He was convinced his father had died ashamed of his eldest son, and as far as he was concerned Hugo deserved it. What had he done except disappoint his father? It nearly broke a part of him. Hugo had always been adamant between the difference between Right and Wrong when he was younger, but his sense of morality went into overdrive after Salvador’s murder. He had to make up for all the terrible things he’d done somehow, starting with his family. Sal’s garage had been closed after his death, but Hugo knew the Right Thing to do would be to reopen it. He knew nearly enough about cars as his old man had, and Sammy had always handled the books anyway. The family needed money and he was the only one in a position to earn it, and so Hugo set to work. He commuted, just like his father had, to Salvador’s Garage in Manhattan every day. All the shop’s assistants had known Hugo for years, and it was surprisingly easy to slip into a position of authority over them. Hugo learned the rhythm of the business quick, and soon enough running the shop became complete second nature to him. He actually enjoyed it, despite the tragic circumstances surrounding his starting there.
Hugo’s family slowly began to knit back together as well. Salvador Jr. was born shortly after his father’s death, and somehow having a new life to care for seemed to comfort Elena and Hugo both. But by age eighteen Hugo decided it was time to strike out on his own. Hugo wanted nothing more than to support his family, of course, but the prospect of sharing a bedroom with his two younger brothers his entire life was too grim for him to stomach. So he found a tiny place in a shitty Manhattan neighborhood and decided to rent it, much to his mother’s dismay. Elena didn’t feel she was ready to lose both her husband and her son, but Hugo promised to visit every week a promise he still keeps to this day. Elena found a job to keep herself busy as well, and between her income and the money Hugo always sent the family was able to keep themselves afloat. Things gradually progressed back into some semblance of normalcy.
Life continued in a quiet pattern for Hugo. He worked in the shop every morning weekends were a luxury he couldn’t afford, quite literally and spent his nights alone in his apartment, eating frozen dinners he’d only bother to half microwave. His apartment felt lonely, though, and Hugo took to feeding the alley cats that liked to hang out underneath his building’s fire escape as a means of finding a little companionship. One of them eventually ended up following him back to his apartment, intrigued by the prospect of more tuna, and Hugo didn’t have the heart to kick the poor thing out. He creatively dubbed his new roommate “Cat” but Rosita protested upon visiting him in his apartment, and insisted his name was Mr. Wiggles. For his part, the cat seemed rather ambivalent towards either name.
Despite his new adult responsibilities and lifestyle, Hugo was still plenty prone to doing stupid things. He was determined be as good and brave a man as his late father, a man he continued to idolize and that sometimes got him into trouble. Mostly, Hugo dabbled in a little light vigilantism. Nothing too amazing, but if he saw someone doing something wrong he refused to be silent. He knew the signs of a stupid kid shoplifting, for example, and wasn’t afraid to grab a misled youth by the collar and give them the most pantswettingest glare he could muster. He even foiled a few robberies in his neighborhood, including an attempted mugging at knife point of a Mr. Liam Kelly. Liam insisted on buying him a drink afterwards, and through sheer relentless willpower and an immunity to unenthused mumbling, he managed to convince Hugo to join him at a bar. For the first time in years, Hugo actually let loose a little and had fun. Remarkably, Liam liked Hugo enough to pursue an actual friendship with his new acquaintance. It was a good thing, too Hugo was practically working himself into a stupor, and Liam (aka Red, as he soon became known) helped to balance the mechanic out some.
After adopting Mr. Wiggles, Hugo took to fostering other animals from the shelter when he could. He’d always loved animals as a child but his family’s home had been too small as it was. The fact of the matter was they simply couldn’t afford a dog or cat. But Hugo loved nothing more than being needed, and helping the helpless was one of the few joys in life he had not directly related to work or his family. He was also prone to picking up strays and bringing them to the shelter, or even forcing Sammy to use that silly Word thing and make some “ADOPT ME” posters that he could stick in the garage. It still came as a surprise, however, when Hugo recently found what appeared to be a tiny Yorkie shivering on his welcome mat. That, however, was a relatively minor shock compared to the fact that the Yorkie could talk.
Hugo attributed this strange conversation to the fact that he was fairly drunk when it happened, but when next morning’s hangover rolled around and there was a tiny dog yapping at him to “AWAKEN YOUR POWER, YOU STUPID HUMAN” things became a little more confused. Eventually Hugo learned that this tiny dog was in fact Fenrir, some sort of wolf creature he’d never even heard of, and that he was the embodiment of the Norse god Tyr. It was, apparently, a good thing that Hugo had already decided to take this day off from work. A copious amount of coffee later, Fenrir gave Hugo a small amulet that would serve as his transformation relic and well, the rest is history. Recent history, in fact. Hugo is a newly awakened senshi, burdened with most glorious purpose. Who knows how things will turn out?
Personality
Hugo is a somber, practically silent bastion of integrity and principle. He lives and breathes entirely by his morals, filtering almost every decision he makes through a strictly defined ethical code and an honest, if not sometimes misguided, attempt to help his fellow man. But despite his good intentions, Hugo generally comes across as kind of intimidating, and his unwillingness to engage in polite conversation only reinforces people’s assumption that he’s a terrifying, brutish mute. He doesn’t so much stand around as he does loom, arms crossed and glowering disapprovingly at the people who surround him. His brow seems to be permanently furrowed, his mouth always fixed into a tightlipped frown. Hugo smiles even less than he speaks, and people tend to interpret his stoic nature as a type of coldness. Nothing could be further from the truth, actually: Hugo’s an absolute teddy bear, selflessly kind in a way that too few people are these days. He’s a doting brother and son, a fiercely loyal friend, and he’s actually remarkably gentle.
Unfortunately, Hugo is also extremely awkward. He doesn’t know how to act around people and so he settles for simply not saying anything, since conversation isn’t exactly one of his strong points. He will make an effort if someone elbows him enough, but generally he doesn’t know what to say and what he does manage will likely come off as a bit gruff and stilted. Hugo also doesn’t like to talk because he worries that he’ll come across stupid, as he has no misgivings about his intelligence. It’s not that he thinks he’s an idiot, but Hugo knows he isn’t typically “book smart” and he often quietly worries that people will judge him for it. He firmly believes in that old maxim: it is better to keep silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.
Most would probably argue that Hugo is too uptight for his own good, that he takes himself way too seriously. Hugo doesn’t buy into that kind of talk, however; what’s the point of living if you aren’t going to be serious about it? He completely lacks any sense of humor, particularly about himself, and he generally refuses to acknowledge if someone makes a joke around him or, worse yet, he fixes the poor bastard with a withering glower. He's a workaholic to the extreme, often only getting three or four hours of sleep a night between caring for his siblings and working in the garage. He’s also the kind of person who feels responsible for everything and everyone around him. Hugo is quick to offer help to others, but he also doesn’t take “no” for an answer if he offers you a hand, he’s going to keep holding it out to you expectantly until you accept it. He’s actually fairly bossy in this regard, with the mentality of “I know what’s right for you, so you better do it.” It makes sense that someone with so many siblings would have something of an older brother syndrome, but it can wear on someone’s patience pretty fast.
Speaking of not taking “no” for an answer, it’s also worth mentioning that Hugo is frustratingly stubborn. It doesn’t matter if he’s wrong, or even if he’s been proven to be completely and totally incorrect, Hugo sticks to his guns as if he were superglued to them. Eventually he may be persuaded to coming round but it’ll take a lot of gentle coaxing to keep his pride from getting too bruised. Even then his ego tends to get stung rather quickly, and he’s quick to retreat back to grunts and glares if shot down too many times. He’s developed something of a complex surrounding being considered “wrong” or “stupid” after years of contending with it from classmates and teachers, and will bristle considerably at either word when used in certain contexts even if they weren’t intended as an insult.
If there is one thing Hugo is guilty of, it’s his extremely traditional views about certain issues especially towards women. He doesn't do it with misogynistic intent or anything like that, but he does have some of
that Spanish machismo and feels that women are delicate, and need to be protected. He respects women and their intelligence, but he can't help but feel as if it's his duty as a man to pay for dinner, or open doors for them. Some women might find it chivalrous, but it's just as likely that they might find it incredibly patronizing or even condescending, even if he doesn't mean for it to be seen that way. His view on "appropriate" roles for women is very narrow: he sees them as housewives and homemakers, infallible in matters of raising children or in maintaining the family's finances, but illsuited for most positions outside of the domestic sphere. A woman in a position of power who is outspoken about things like her sexuality is likely to make him uncomfortable, simply because it's really not something he's been exposed to. His mother was a housewife for most of his life and only took a job out of necessity after her husband died, and Hugo's line of work (and thus the majority of his life) is generally dominated by men. He feels awkward around pretty much everyone but it's worse around women, so it isn't like he's been able to have a lot of conversations with them to change his mind. Not to say he's entirely cemented in his ways; this is the twentyfirst century, and Hugo isn't an innately sexist person. But it'll take time for his mentality to adjust, and some people might be really turned off by his attitude at first.
Hugo will struggle a lot as a senshi when it comes to facing women in battle, and will likely refrain from striking at them unless it is to defend himself or one of his teammates and even then he's likely be pulling his punches. Hugo will also have some difficulty allowing himself to be ordered around by female senshi, if they try it's his opinion that combat prowess is a masculine attribute, and that women understand fighting less because it's simply not in their nature. He's also likely to discourage female senshi from patrolling, even if it means him having to go out to face the Noords’ enemies on his own. Female senshi who do patrol will often find Tyr tagging along in order to keep an eye on them in case they run into any trouble. Hugo will also be tempted to use his powers outside of the sphere of battling other senshi or gathering shards. He’s always had a desire to go out there and “help the little guy”, and being gifted with powers and a kickass weapon gives him the means to do so. It may fall to more levelheaded senshi to convince him that playing Viking Batman isn’t exactly a great idea, and even then he’s not likely to be all that persuaded.
Hugo has a nearly infinite level of patience. He’s spent his entire life surrounded by irritating siblings and even helped raise a few he knows how to handle things when he’s annoyed. But Hugo is far from a saint, and if his buttons are continually pushed he’s going to respond accordingly. He’s slow to anger, but the force of his rage is of nearly biblical proportions. His fury is terrifying, particularly since he isn’t afraid to cuff whoever it is that is angering him (provided they aren’t female, of course) and knock them flat out. Hugo also has a tendency to take things very personally, and is sometimes a little too quick to form a negative impression of someone based on what he perceives to be an insensitive comment or a disrespectful remark.
Hugo is the kind of person who is comfortable in his routine. He wakes up early every morning, around fivethirty, makes himself a cup of coffee (his family lovingly refers to it as “sludge”), eats his breakfast, and heads to the gym. Shower, work, lunch, call his mother and check on the kids, go home, dinner, feed the animals, then bed. This pattern pretty much makes up the majority of Hugo’s days, save for the days he goes to Brooklyn to visit his mother, or when Red finally manages to beg and plead with him enough to go out and do something fun. But Hugo actually likes the steady day in, day out. He’s not a fan of change, and as far as he’s concerned having a rhythm to follow makes life easier. Is his life boring? Yes, and he acknowledges that. But he doesn’t really feel like he needs much excitement in his life, and it’s better to be steady and dull when you have a family who depends on you. The introduction of the senshi aspect of his life, however, is bound to shake things up a bit. Hugo has a lot of pent up resentment, anger, and frustration to work out why not take it out on the face of someone who is now your enemy? He’s likely going to be the first to offer to patrol, and even as the only Noord (currently) he’ll be unafraid to face the other teams head on.
Despite the fact that most people Hugo’s age are practically glued to technology, Hugo remains something of a Luddite in this day and age. He has a ridiculously old computer that he almost never touches, and he has a tendency to forget his cellphone even exists. His family was generally too poor to afford anything beyond a simple TV, and at school the computers were broken more often than not. He also just doesn’t like technology in general. Why let a computer do something that he could do his damn self? That said, he does have a beat up old iPod loaded with Bill Withers and Al Green albums that Guss pirated for him one day. He loves that damn thing, even if he has no idea how it works.
Hugo does, occasionally, indulge in a hobby. He’s got an old guitar that he occasionally sits down and plucks at, albeit it with mixed results. Hugo’s never taken a lesson on the damn thing but has figured out a few chords on his own, and he has a decent enough capacity for music that he can puzzle out the occasional simple tune. It’s hardly anything impressive, but he does find that it relaxes him after a day’s work, and the cat always seems to enjoy it. He’s a decent cook after spending years watching his mother in the kitchen, but he’s usually too lazy or too tired to make himself a meal, and so frozen dinners tend to be pretty standard fare in his household. Although he gave up drinking for a while after his father’s death, Hugo does go out for the occasional beer with Red if he’s prodded enough, and after enough pints he’ll even bum a cigarette or two (despite swearing he’s quit the damn things). Hugo is an absolute master at billiards and has cleaned house at a few bars, making enough on wagers to pay his rent for a month or two. And, of course, there are the weekly visits to his Ma’s time usually spent wrangling a bunch of hyped up kids and helping his mother prepare an actual meal, with an occasional peppering of disgruntled church attendance for good measure.
Appearance
Tall and imposing, Hugo is almost always easy to spot in a crowd. He stands at about 6’2”, although the effect of his height is reduced somewhat by his tendency to hunch or slouch; he’s constantly sticking his hands into his pockets, or finding a wall to lean against, or putting his elbows on to counters. He’s broadshouldered with a toned, muscled physique that only adds to his intimidating air. Due to his large size and bulk, Hugo just appears solid and stable. Every movement he takes seems deliberate and weighty, and he carries himself with an air of placid heaviness, as if he were some sort of big, immovable wall of stone. His skintone is a buttery olivetan, with a tendency to brown nicely when he’s out in the sun for an extended period of time. His skin is laced with a variety of scars from his tenure as a teenage tough: a few of note are the cigarette burns (inflicted intentionally, to prove he was a badass) that dot the inside of his right forearm, the faded scar on his left cheekbone from when someone wearing a ring punched him in the face, a small nick above his right eyebrow from an entirely different fight, a broad slash from his right shoulder to collarbone where he was cut by a butterfly knife, and a nasty burn mark on the back of his right hand from an unfortunate welding incident. There are more, of course, but they’re less visible than those lot.
Hugo’s wardrobe consists almost entirely of white singlet “Ashirts” (wifebeaters, tanktops, whatever you want to call them), loosefitting jeans, and work boots. If it’s cold out he might toss on his father’s old leather jacket, or a green army jacket his mother gave him once for Christmas, but that’s generally as frivolous as he gets. Church means putting on an illfitting suit that probably belonged to his grandfather and having his mother do his tie, because he certainly can’t be arsed to figured it out. The only jewelry he wears is a remnant of “rebellious” years in high school: a silver stud in his left ear, or possibly a small hoop if he’s feeling particularly saucy. He meant to pierce both ears, but he and his idiot classmates were caught before they could finish the other one. Hugo has other reminders of his younger, more stupid years: a tiny “H” inked into the back of his left calf by his friends with the stick’n’poke method on the bus ride to school, and a bland tribal tattoo on his right bicep by an actual tattoo artist (the brother of one of his friends). He’s not particularly proud of either, but removing them seems like more of a hassle than it’s worth. His amulet, a new addition given to him by Fenrir, is something he’s taken to wearing regularly. He’s usually keeps it tucked under his shirt, as he’s not sure he really wants to explain to people why a Puerto Rican mechanic has taken to wearing a necklace with a Norse rune carved into it. Frankly, anything that threatens to force him to have a conversation is something to be hidden.
The bones of Hugo’s face are sharp and welldefined, with the hollows of his cheeks appearing somewhat drawn or gaunt. He has a wide, full mouth, nearly always tugged downwards in a display of stalwart disapproval. Hugo’s eyes are slightly almondshaped and downward turned, and brown enough to the point of nearly appearing black. His brows are heavy and thick with little arch to them, and his eyes are nearly always accompanied by dark bags a result of Hugo not sleeping very much most nights. The bridge of his nose is straight and wide, with a large, round tip. His hair is a dark chocolate brown, kept short in the back and with thick, heavy bangs in the front. He has a fairly sharp widow’s peak, neatly centered, and his bangs fall on either side. He’s constantly complaining about how he needs to get them cut (which he never does until he finally takes a pair of scissors and messily shears them himself after six months of grumbling) and isn’t above tying a bandanna around his head to keep them back when he’s working. Otherwise they normally just hang in his face, generally falling to about his cheeks, and he has a slight tic of constantly pushing them back.
Overall, everything about Hugo is indelicate: his hands are too big, his hair too messy, his clothing too unkempt. He’s completely rough around the edges and abhors the idea of being “polished”, which probably explains why he walks around with grease and grime all over him and doesn’t seem to care. All that aside, however, Hugo is handsome in that “tall, dark, and brooding” kind of way he’s not a pretty boy, but that’s part of his charm.
References! http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v311/PuchikoGaia/Hugo800.jpg and http://wegs.deviantart.com/art/Hugo-209234529 . All credit to NoNami and Wegs for the lovely art!
Fuku
Shameless fanservice ahoy: Tyr, in the grand tradition of the famous Viking berserkers, chooses to fight barechested. He’s naked from the waist up, his upper body decorated in whorls of blue woad that cover his chest, arms, shoulders, back, neck, and face. Of particular note is the woad on his back: a line made of swirls and geometric shapes traces up his spine, with the top/point of the line ending just below the neck. The lines then carry on over the backs of his shoulders in a similarly decorated fashion. This forms the shape of Tyr’s rune on his back. Of note is that these woads are not simply body paint or anything of the sort. They are actual physical tattoos that appear on Tyr’s body when he transforms, and disappear when he resumes his civilian form. Around Tyr’s throat is a simple leather cord decorated with an amulet made of bone, with a slightly modified version of Tyr’s rune (seen here: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/aa/Stacked_Tiwaz.png) carved into it. His forearms are protected from wrist to partway up his arm by a set of boiled leather bracers. The front of the bracers are inset with a sheet of metal that can be used to help deflect blows from weaponry. The bracers rest on top of a strip of thin, undyed linen that wraps around Tyr’s palms, leaving the thumb and fingers free, and continues up the arm to just under the elbow. (Think of how a boxer wraps his or her hands, for example: http://wagtailfitness.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Hand-wrap-how-to-guide-cropped.jpg ) Tyr wears a pair of loosefitting linen pants, dyed a faded blue, that offer him a full range of motion. They’re rather “full” but they gather at just below the knee, at which point Tyr’s legs are covered by a strip of vivid red herringbone fabric that coils all the way down, eventually wrapping around the arch of his foot. (See https://www.pinterest.com/pin/155937205820557003/ and
http://www.miklagard.nvg.org.au/costume/rus/trader/rus_main.htm for pants and leg wrapping references!) The top of the pants are covered by a leather and wool pseudogirdle that sits on his hips, starting just below Tyr’s navel and continuing to just above the groin. It is fastened with a series of toggles along the front, and decorated with golden embroidery in various geometric shapes and patterns. The middle part of the girdle is fashion from panels of red dyed wool and leather straps. A braided leather belt is knotted around it, the buckle and the end of the belt both fashioned from iron. His shoes are a simple affair, made of a sturdy leather and fitted to his foot, although they also have toggles that fasten along the side to keep them in place.
The most interesting aspect of Tyr’s fuku, however, is his right hand. From the wristbone (or the wolf joint, as the Norse called it, in honor of Tyr’s sacrifice) up, his hand is not made of flesh and bone, but rather it appears to be roughly constructed out of a series of overlapping metal plates and hinges. It packs a hell of a whollop since it’s made of solid metal, and it certainly looks intimidating, but it’s also very difficult to perform fine motor tasks with. His hand opens and closes very slowly and the fingers lack the range of motion a hand typically has; as a result it’s almost impossible to do anything delicate or precise with it, so Tyr generally either uses it to hold his spear (for all its faults, that metal hand has a hell of a grip) or for breaking the nose of someone he doesn’t like. As a civilian, Hugo is righthanded. This doesn’t change when he transforms into Tyr. He’s going to either have to learn how to be a southpaw or hope he gets better at finely manipulating that hand to be as useful in combat as he has the potential to be.
Image here! http://imgur.com/0RoexMI Unfortunately it’s slightly outdated (mostly in the wrappings/vambraces section) but it’s an excellent example of his fuku and woads. Thanks so much to Em for helping design the fuku and providing the drawing, and Joules for drawing those great woads!
Transformation
"Tyr, guide my hand!"
The irony of this transformation phrase is not lost on Fenrir, who has a good chuckle at it every time he hears Hugo say it. The transformation starts with Hugo calling his phrase and clutching the amulet around his neck with his right hand. A spear appears in his left hand and he slams the butt of it against the ground, sending a shockwave upward that surrounds him with a cloud of mist that complete obscures his person, even if he’s not outside. When the mist fades, Tyr is left standing with his full fuku on, the hand clasped around his amulet now made of roughly hewn metal. The whole thing doesn’t take more than ten seconds, fortunately, otherwise Hugo would probably feel a lot more awkward about it.
Powers
Tyr wields an eight foot long spear with a shaft made of ash. It is tipped by a leaf/lozenge-shaped iron spearhead about fifteen inches long. The spearhead is inlaid with copper and silver, with etchings of wolves and geometric patterns on either side of the central rib of the spearhead. A portion of the spear, from just above the midsection to a few inches above the butt of the shaft, is wrapped in strips of soft leather. Hugo has no previous experience using a spear, however he’s pretty sure he just has to stick people with the pointy part and it’ll be a pretty effective weapon. That said, the spear is large and fairly heavy, and he’s likely to be somewhat clumsy with it starting out. He’s also a brawler by nature, and is just as likely to chuck it somewhere outside the ring of battle so he can use a more direct attack, eg: punch someone in the face. Hugo isn’t exactly the “coldblooded murder” type, either. Chances are he’ll use it to slash and cut, but he’s unlikely to stab or thrust with it unless he’s in some serious danger.
Drengskapr is Tyr’s only power, but it’s an interesting one. At its most basic, Drengskapr can be
considered a “buff” it imbues his selected ally (or himself, if Tyr so chooses) with virtues associated with the most honorable of the Vikings, the drengr. Those who were drengr in Norse society were brave, disciplined, and held a great sense of personal honor. Drengskapr is a state of mind, in a way, where you come to embody all those qualities: fear becomes courage, flagging strength becomes a second wind, a painful wound now a mere trifle. Drengskapr gives the senshi the power they need to keep fighting, no matter what, as any disciplined and honorable Viking would.
More specifically, this power does several things. First, it allows a senshi to ignore pain. This has some caveats, of course: it only numbs physical pain, for one thing, and it’ll have a rather diminished effect on dulling the pain for grievous wounds. For example, a senshi who has lost a limb or broken a bone will feel less pain, enough to maybe be able to move around some, but they likely won’t be able to attack or fight all that well. More superficial injuries (eg: cuts, bruises, minor burns, scrapes, etc) can be completely ignored for the duration of Drengskapr. Tyr’s power also instills in a senshi a sense of courage, although this is mitigated somewhat by the senshi’s own personality; a coward is still a coward, they’re just less likely to turn tail and run with the power of VIKING HONOR coursing through their veins. An interesting aspect of Drengskapr is that it also gives a senshi a sense of fair play and selfcontrol, so while under the effects of Drengskapr a senshi is also less likely to do anything reckless or needlessly cruel. Drengskapr provides senshi with a physical second wind as well, and any exhaustion they may have been experiencing is temporarily cleared away so they can fight at full strength once more. This also has the incredibly useful side effect of restoring a senshi’s ability to use one of their magic powers once, if they so choose.
Drengskapr does have some other limitations. It only lasts about four or five minutes at the most, and a senshi can be shaken out of a Drengskapr state if they experience a serious mental or physical trauma, although it is just as likely that Drengskapr state can actually help the senshi in either of those situations. Tyr can only cast Drengskapr once per transformation, and he must be in physical contact with the senshi he chooses to use it on when it is cast. To cast it all he needs to say is the word "Drengskapr", although he can fancy up the phrase if he so chooses. (Unlikely, since this is Hugo we’re talking about here.) He is capable of using it on himself, however using Drengskapr does not allow Tyr to cast his ability a second time per transformation at least for now. If a senshi chooses not to use one of their magic abilities while under Drengskapr they will not be able to use one when it wears off.
Basically, Drengskapr makes you a kickass team player for a few minutes by giving you a shot of adrenaline. Hooray!
Guardian
Tyr and Fenrir have some… issues that go way, way back. Namely, Tyr broke an oath and Fenrir ended up horribly trapped for trusting Tyr. Well, bygones are bygones. Where is Fenrir these days? One could say he’s still trapped, albeit in a much more circuitous way: rather than being a gigantic wolf, Fenrir currently inhabits the body of a tiny yorkshire terrier. It doesn’t help that he appears to have taken over the body of a particularly runty example of the breed, although as far as Fenrir is concerned he is just as vicious as he was before. It’s hard to figure out whether he’s chosen to ignore his current situation or if he’s simply too stubborn to acknowledge that he’s about as threatening as a stuffed animal either way, his impotent raging is absolutely adorable! And rage he does. Fenrir spends most of his time YELLING EVERYTHING, no matter how mundane the conversation. And conversations with Fenrir can frequently veer into the mundane, rest assured, as he’s about as smart as a pile of bricks. He has absolutely no filter when it comes to thinking before speaking, and his lack of tact would probably be insulting were it not for the fact that he was so sweet and innocent looking.
That said, Fenrir is kind of a pushover. His bark is far worse than his bite, and he has a particular fondness for Hugo’s sisters and sleeping in their laps. Sometimes he shows enough selfawareness to realize that he’s now small and cute, and his quick mastery of the “sad puppy eyes” technique in order to get his way is a remarkable feat. He likes being scratched behind the ears, having his belly rubbed, and sleeping comfortably on the pillow beside Hugo’s face. Why? Well, not because he likes Hugo! The pillow is just comfy, is all. Fenrir is also notorious for always being starving, and talking about how hungry he is pretty much all the time. He complains about needing to be fed while being fed. His hunger is downright insatiable, but for whatever reason his tiny yorkie body doesn’t seem to gain any weight no matter how much kibble he stuffs down his craw. He and the cat have a shaky truce where he gets to eat some of the cat’s food each night in exchange for an armistice of sorts, although truthfully Mr. Wiggles could probably take Fenrir out with one fell swipe of his paw. Aside from that, Wiggles and Fenrir generally avoid one another a fact that is exceedingly more difficult since Hugo’s studio is absolutely tiny. There have been a few spats between the two in the past, but those early days of war seem to be behind Fenrir. At least for now.
Fenrir and Hugo have a rather… complex relationship, although it has more to do with their past history than anything Hugo has actually done. Fenrir isn’t a fan of any of the Aesir, truthfully, but Tyr seems to hold a special seat of hatred in his heart. After all, Tyr was the closest thing he’d had to a friend when he was raised amongst the gods, since Tyr was the only one capable of approaching the massive wolf without wetting himself. He sees Tyr’s part in his fettering as a kind of betrayal, although he’s incredibly proud of the fact that he managed to bite off the god’s hand in the process. He’ll crow about it to Hugo whenever possible, despite the fact that Hugo currently has use of both his hands and could literally not give less of a shit. He tends to let Fenrir have his little victories, as it isn’t really in Hugo’s nature to argue with something small enough to fit into his palm. And thank goodness no one save for senshi can understand Fenrir: on walks he no doubt sounds like the yappiest dog on the planet, but to Hugo it’s a true test of his nigh infinite patience. “WHAT IS THIS” or “NO THIS PLACE SMELLS OF URINE ALREADY, I MUST GO ELSEWHERE” or “THERE IS A MUSHROOM THERE I MUST EAT IT RELEASE ME” or “PICK UP YOUR FEET, STUPID HUMAN, I DESIRE TO DEFECATE IN THOSE FLOWERS” and on and on and on.
All that said, though, Fenrir is developing a fondness for Hugo. Sometimes it’s just easier not to bite the hand that feeds.
Explanation
All righty! So, Tyr is a major Germanic/minor Norse god of War (sort of, more on that later) and lots of other little things. Tyr was known for being the least pansiest of the Aesir gods, since he was the only one brave enough to interact with Fenrir (and eventually allow his hand to be snipped off by the same beast), and was an all around pretty righteous dude. So at one point, Tyr was probably a lot more important to the old Norse and Germanic people, and he was more than likely the head of the entire pantheon! Once the Viking Age rolled around, however, Tyr took a backseat to the more popular Odin. But many scholars believe that the gods Odin and Thor are essentially based on early forms of Tyr, when he was a more central deity and considered the AllFather of Gods and Men.
Unfortunately, a lot of the mythology and stories involving Tyr have been kind of lost to the ages. The most famous one involves his dealings with Fenrir, as mentioned above. Despite Tyr’s association with war, there are few stories involving him in battle. His name was invoked on occasion by those seeking victory, and during Ragnarok he is destined to kill (and be killed) by Garm, but that’s pretty much all that remains. More than anything else Tyr appears to be associated with honor, bravery, oaths, divine order, justice, and discipline. There is also an unexpected kindness to this god: some say he took care of Fenrir when he wasa pup not only because he was unafraid of the wolf, but because he believed that there was good in him. Tyr’s fuku is based on what little I could find of ancient Scandinavian, AngloSaxon, and Viking clothes. It all kind of got cobbled together into what he currently has, with a splash of the good old “Viking beserker” trope with the lack of the shirt. The spear was often considered a symbol of Tyr, and the rune associated with Tyr is actually in the shape of a spear itself. Either way, it seemed a pretty sensible weapon to give Tyr.
OH, Tuesday is named after him. So, you know. Be nice to Hugo on Tuesdays.
Fenrir was a son of Loki and a female jötunn, a monstrous wolf who was prophesied to cause “great mischief and disaster” along with the rest of his siblings. Odin determined that Fenrir and his siblings be brought to him, so that he could be dealt with. In the end, however, the gods decided to raise Fenrir amongst themselves. Fenrir was a fearsome beast, however, and only the Aesir god Tyr was brave enough to feed Fenrir every day. However, Fenrir was only growing larger and larger each day. The gods decided that more drastic measures had to be taken to keep Fenrir from fulfilling his prophecy and doing the gods harm, and so they devised a plan to prepare a fetter to bind the wolf with. The first fetter was no match for Fenrir’s strength, and he broke from his bonds within seconds. A second fetter was brought to Fenrir, and the gods convinced him that if he broke this particular fetter, he would become famous for his strength. Fenrir agreed, eager to be even more wellknown for his power, and the gods bound him a second time. This second fetter was something of a struggle, but Fenrir eventually easily snapped his bonds and was free once more. The gods began to fear that Fenrir was too strong to be contained, but Odin commissioned dwarves to build an unbreakable fetter titled Gleipnir. The bond itself was like silk ribbon, a strange thing after the massive iron chains they had bound Fenrir with earlier, but Gleipnir appeared far more delicate than it actually was. The gods convinced Fenrir that since it was just a simple ribbon he’d be able to easily break it, but Fenrir had a condition: as an act of good faith, a god would have to place his hand in Fenrir’s massive jaws. None of the gods volunteered save Tyr, who placed his right hand between Fenrir’s teeth as the gods fettered Fenrir with Gleipnir. Fenrir struggled to escape, but the more he tried the stronger the ribbon’s hold on him grew. Knowing he had been tricked, Fenrir howled with fury and bit off Tyr’s hand. But it was too late he was imprisoned until the day of Ragnarok, when he would finally be free to fulfill his destiny and devour Odin.
So, obviously, I made him an adorable tiny dog. Atta boy!
Name: Hugo Luis Fernandez
Meaning: N/A
Age: 24
Birthdate: November 20th
School/Occupation: ASE-certified auto mechanic at his own repair and body shop
Major NPCs:
Elena Maria Fernandez: Hugo’s often rather harried mother, currently working as a part-time night manager at a local CVS. At fifty-six years of age Elena still works hard to provide for her family, but a lack of proper education prevents her from seeking better employment. Her English is imperfect at best, and she is forced to rely heavily on Hugo’s income to help support her children a task that he is more than happy to perform, because Hugo loves his mother. She’s an unbelievably kind woman who values her family more than anything else in the world, and she would give up anything to help her children. Elena is also deeply religious and attends church every Sunday and on every Christian holiday. Hugo’s estrangement from the Catholic church is the only source of contention the two really have, and Hugo will often obediently go to church with his mother if she requests his presence. Generally, however, she limits her requests to major holidays. She figures her son will come back into the fold on his own eventually.
Salvador Jorge Fernandez: Hugo’s deceased father, killed at age fifty. Salvador was murdered when Hugo was sixteen and since then Hugo has struggled to fill his father’s shoes. Salvador was a huge influence on Hugo, helping to shape his zealous adherence to his morals and principles from a young age. Hugo also inherited Salvador’s auto shop, which he currently works at and runs. Losing Salvador was a soul crushing blow to Hugo, who saw the man as an untouchable hero and continues to idolize him since his death. In life, Salvador was a sort of larger than life character: built like a refrigerator, red-faced, always smiling and laughing. He would have happily given you the shirt off his back if you asked for it, and was known as a shining example of how there were good people in the poor community where the Fernandez family lived. More than anything else in the world, Hugo strives to be as kind and brave a man as his father was.
Gustavo “Guss” Angel Fernandez: Hugo’s twenty-one-year-old brother. Guss was the dreamy, artistic one in the family a fact that actually inspired a lot of childhood arguments with Hugo, who was something of a pragmatist even from a young age. Guss has decided to fully pursue his artistic interests, however, and is currently studying photography at the School of Visual Arts on scholarship. He was also the first (and so far the only) of the Fernandez family to attend college. He’s bound to graduate soon, however, and is thinking of moving out west with his long-time girlfriend. Guss works part-time at a Abercrombie and Fitch to help pay the bills, but his rent is currently paid up by his girlfriend's wealthy father. Gustavo and Hugo are not particularly close, and despite the fact that they live in the same city they usually don't see one another except on major holidays.
Rosita “Rosie” Tamara Fernandez: Rosie is Hugo’s seventeen-year-old sister and Jorge’s fraternal twin. Rosie is an excellent student in high school and hopes to attend college, and dreams of being a veterinarian. Rosie and Hugo actually have a lot in common, and it’s fairly safe to say that she is the sibling that resembles him the most personality-wise. She’s quiet and responsible, and she looks up to Hugo in a way that almost rivals how he admired their father. She actually spends a lot of time with Hugo in Manhattan, occasionally sleeping over in his apartment on weekends or hanging out with him in his garage while he works. She has a passing interest in automechanics that she maintains so that she and Hugo always have something to talk about, and is actually one of the few people Hugo doesn't seem to mind carrying on a conversation with.
Jorge Carlos Fernandez: Rosie’s twin brother, although the two couldn’t be more dissimilar. Jorge is the family’s resident problem child and the source of many headaches for Hugo and his mother. He’s a poor student and seems to be increasingly involved in illegal activity mostly buying and occasionally selling weed, although he’s looking to move up to harder stuff. He’s prone to disappearing for several days at a time without warning and currently is not on track to graduate high school. Hugo and Elena worry themselves sick about him and do their best to help him however they can, but Jorge doesn’t seem responsive to their attempts. Hugo worries that Jorge may be involved in a gang, but Elena insists that he isn't capable of such a thing, and clings to the hope that her "good boy" will come back to her. Hugo thinks she's being naive, but he doesn't have the heart to tell her.
Anabel “Bella” Silvia Fernandez: Bella is Hugo’s thirteen-year-old sister. She’s a pretty average teenage girl: she likes the Twilight books, Justin Bieber, and wearing lip gloss. Bella is probably the most trendsavvy of the Fernandez clan, and is often frustrated by the fact that her family often can't afford to buy new clothes or fashionable accessories. She usually seems embarrassed by her impoverished background and spends far more time at her friend’s houses than she does at home. Anabel is a smart girl who dreams of bigger, better things, but Hugo is openly disapproving of what he considers her shallow, materialistic lifestyle and it causes a rift between the two. Hugo just “doesn’t understand!” She wants to grow up to be a writer and receives high marks in English classes, but tends to be rather average across the board otherwise because she doesn't feel like applying herself.
Salvador “Sal” Jose Fernandez Jr.: Hugo’s youngest sibling at eight-years-old. Sal was born after their father’s death and thus was named after him in honor of his memory. He’s a good kid who loves reading and collecting comic books (mostly manga) and playing games on his Nintendo DS. Sal is a bit of a mama’s boy, shyer than even Hugo was, and is a bit awkward and unsocial around his peers. He seems to have a good mind for numbers and sums, and has a memory like a steel trap. His shyness has made him a target of bullying amongst the other kids at school, since he’s too quiet to properly fight back and never tattles. On the rare occasions that he comes home with bruises, Sal lies about where they came from to his mother. Hugo and Elena both suspect what is really going on, however, and have talked to the school about it. The school promised to intervene, but Hugo is understandably wary given his own experiences.
Liam “Red” Kelly: Hugo’s oldest friend, and most likely his only friend. They’ve been friends for about five years now, and despite some very key differences in their personalities, Hugo and Red remain rather close. Red helps temper Hugo’s all too serious nature, and occasionally forces him to do “irresponsible” things like go get drinks or, god forbid, talk to women at bars. Unlike Hugo, Red graduated high school and is currently working on getting his PhD in Psychology as a graduate student at Columbia University. He’s smart and charming and often claims that he is Hugo’s better half. Red’s family tends to be a bit cold and distant, and so Red has travelled out to Brooklyn the past few years to spend the holidays with the Fernandez family. Bella has a wee bit of a crush on him, and Hugo’s mother adores him like her own son. “Red” is actually a nickname Hugo gave him, based (uncreatively, Red protests) on his friend’s hair color. It’s stuck since then.
Sammy Dominguez: Salvador’s former partner in business, now Hugo’s. Sammy is well into his fifties but he remains the much more technologically advanced and friendly of the pair, which means he usually ends up handling the business side of things: running Quickbooks, designing schedules, calling customers, etc. Sammy actually doesn’t mind this division of labor, since it’s pretty similar to how things ran when Salvador was in charge. Hugo and Sammy have known one another since Hugo was still in diapers, and they maintain a professional, if not somewhat tense, relationship. Sammy spends a lot of time “gently” elbowing Hugo about finding himself a girlfriend and getting married, which makes Hugo feel phenomenally uncomfortable.
Mr. Wiggles: Mr. Wiggles is a three-legged orange tom cat that adopted Hugo when he moved into his new apartment. He’s gone from outside cat to pampered indoor homeowner. He’s also put on a hefty amount of weight, and seems quite content in his luxurious new lifestyle. Mr. Wiggles is generally indifferent towards everyone and everything save for a pointed dislike of Red, attributed to the fact that Red generally refers to him as “that stupid tripod cat” Mr. Wiggles does not take insults lightly. He and Fenrir have a tacit truce, provided that Mr. Wiggles allows him a portion of his cat food every evening. Mr. Wiggles grudgingly abides by these terms to maintain peace and civility in his home. Mr. Wiggles is nothing if not diplomatic. Please remember to pay Mr. Wiggles the respect he rightfully deserves.
Fenrir: FENRIR IS A FEROCIOUS BEAST THAT ONCE DEVOURED THE GODS THEMSELVES. HE IS ALWAYS HUNGRY. DO NOT FEED FENRIR, FOR DESPITE HIS SMALL SIZE HE WILL BITE OFF YOUR HAND TO ASSUAGE HIS CONSTANT RUMBLY TUMMY. YOU MAY LEARN MORE ABOUT HIS TERRIFYING MIGHT IN THE GUARDIAN SECTION.
History
Hugo Luis Fernandez was born in the Brooklyn neighborhood of Bushwick to two Puerto Rican immigrants. Although Elena's pregnancy had been unplanned, both she and her husband Salvador were overjoyed to have a happy, healthy boy – just like they had prayed for. Hugo's mother was the primary caretaker of their new son, a dutiful housewife, while her husband worked in the autorepair garage he'd just opened back in Manhattan. The commute and the work meant that Salvador was not around often when Hugo was an infant, but Elena showered her son with as much as love and affection as she could manage. Despite the fact that they lived an area wellknown for its high rates of violent crime and drugs, she and Salvador decided to make it their mission to offer their new child, and the many more they planned to have, as happy and secure a life as possible.
Hugo was a quiet toddler. He was shy around strangers, with a tendency to cling to his mother's skirts whenever someone besides his father was in the house, and even then Hugo seemed a bit fearful of Salvador’s presence. His father was a massively-built giant who stomped around the house laughing raucously at pretty much everything, occasionally rampaging in the kitchen as he helped his mother prepare breakfast, and then disappearing for the better part of a day with seemingly no rhyme or reason. He returned long after Hugo had been put to bed at night and so for the early years of Hugo's life he had little interaction with Salvador, and he silently tolerated the man's affection more because he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't rather than a genuine love for his father.
Not long after Hugo turned three, his mother gave birth to another son: Gustavo. Hugo remembers little of his younger brother as an infant, but his mother tells some pretty amazing stories. Apparently, even as a toddler, Hugo took his duty as an older brother very seriously. He'd often be found out of his bed at night and standing next to his brother's crib, peeking in on him to make sure he was still alive and breathing. Guss was a quiet infant who spent the majority of his time sleeping, much to his parent's relief. Hugo, for his part, was as wellbehaved as ever. He seemed more open to his father and had even started answering his questions when Salvador spoke to him in the mornings. – an improvement over his shy nods and head shakes a year prior.
Life continued quietly for the Fernandez family. Salvador was still gone frequently, and Elena found herself
somewhat stressed dealing with the amount of scraped knees, strange bruises, and runny noses two young boys tend to accrue. Still, she managed the family to the best of her ability almost completely on her own while Salvador worked at his garage, which was increasingly finding some traction in the market. By the time Hugo was four Salvador was able to afford to bring in some assistants, and thus was able to spend more time at home. He started coming home earlier, much to Elena's relief, and would sometimes prepare dinner for the family while he insisted Elena take a nap or relax in the bath. Hugo, now old enough to realize that big didn't necessarily mean bad, enjoyed his father's company. He'd often sit at the kitchen table and pepper his father with questions about work, or what life was like back in Puerto Rico, and did he always want to be a mechanic, because Hugo wanted to grow up to be a helicopter or maybe a farmer, and on and on and on. Salvador, for his part, seemed overjoyed that his eldest son seemed to be so fond of him now.
It was also around this time that Salvador began to teach his son what was right and what was wrong. This was a very important lesson, and Hugo paid rapt attention as Salvador would quote him Bible passages or tell his son parables to help teach him proper morals. Helping and defending those smaller than you or people in need? That was the Right Thing. Threatening to punch another boy over a disagreement on whose turn it was in the sandbox? That was the Wrong Thing. Hugo's ethical code developed fairly early on in life as a result, and his world became increasingly black and white. His father told him to do the Right Thing, so Hugo strived to do as his father wished. "Be like Superman," his father insisted, knowing his son liked the old superhero films. But Superman, in Hugo's young eyes, translated into his father.
When he was of age, Hugo was placed into a nearby kindergarten. The sudden separation from his mother's kitchen and the warmth and security of his home terrified Hugo, although he did what he believed was the Right Thing and refused to cry or throw a tantrum over it, like the other children did. He handled his anxiety differently: he just became silent. Teachers could barely coax his name out of him, and Hugo absolutely refused to speak unless he was forced to. At playtime he would separate himself from the other children, not really knowing how to properly interact with them, and he never raised his hand during lessons. There was another reason for his shyness as well: despite his very earnest attempts at being a good student, Hugo was having a lot of trouble in class. English was not his native tongue, and simple tasks such as learning the alphabet were exceedingly difficult for him. While his slow progress was somewhat alarming to his teachers, it wasn’t anything they felt was serious enough to warrant evaluation. Most of them assumed that Hugo was, frankly, just not as bright as the other students.
Hugo continued to struggle in school as he got older. Things that previously appeared to be childhood quirks using improper grammar when speaking, his continuing struggle in learning English were becoming increasingly worrisome because they were persisting. Unfortunately, the schools Hugo attended were illequipped and underfunded, and the idea of a learning disabled child essentially meant time spent doing remedial coursework rather than a proper investigation as to why Hugo was having so much trouble. Hugo dutifully continued to do his assignments to the best of his ability, unable to shake the idea that there was something wrong about him that the other children, who seemed smarter, didn’t have. He felt stupid, even as a young boy, and it only made him withdraw from the other students more and it didn’t help that they knew something was wrong with him, and that it made Hugo an easy target for mockery.
As Hugo barely scraped his way into second grade, Elena gave birth to the twins. Hugo was overjoyed to have new siblings. He developed a particular fondness for Rosie, since she was his first sister, and because she was significantly less fussy than Jorge was. One of his earliest, fondest memories is holding baby Rosie in his arms, with his parents standing nearby just in case. Hugo loved Guss, but he was too young when his brother was born to remember him as a helpless infant. It was different with the twins: they were so small and delicate, and it awoke a fierce, protective instinct in Hugo that has yet to abate. These were his little brother and sister, and he would always work hard to do the Right Thing for them. Guss, for his part, seemed less happy to have a new brother and sister to battle for attention with.
School was a continuing battle that Hugo felt like he was losing. The only place Hugo felt he could escape the horrors of the classroom was home. In his own house, surrounded by his loving family, Hugo felt at ease. No one judged him for being unable to read books properly, no one cared that his English wasn’t perfect or even that his Spanish wasn’t spot on. Home meant seeing the newborn twins, all crumpled and tiny, in their cribs. Home was where he could wrestle with Guss, where he could “help” his mother cook by grabbing bowls and spoons, even if she didn’t need them. Home was where his father returned to each evening, where he happily scooped his children up in his giant bear arms, and gave them piggy backs whenever they demanded it. Home was a safe place where Hugo didn’t feel stupid. It was safe to talk there, and whatever words or thoughts Hugo had been saving up all morning while trapped in the classroom poured out of him like a dam broken, and no one cared if they were foolish or if he was wrong.
However, new siblings meant money was even tighter, even with Salvador’s garage doing moderately well. Elena offered to find work but Salvador refused to allow it, believing that Elena’s place was at home taking care of their four children. The family managed but it did mean having to go without a lot of the time; clothing was usually bought secondhand, Christmas presents were almost always home made. This seemed to upset young Guss far more than it bothered Hugo, who didn’t really seem to care if Santa Claus didn’t bring him a Super Nintendo for Christmas. As Guss entered kindergarten he became increasingly temperamental and sulky, and Hugo began to hear the phrase “be more like your older brother!” thrown around more often. Guss, even at his young age, resented the fact that he was so often compared to his older “perfect” brother despite the fact that Hugo was clearly not nearly as proficient with his alphabet as Guss was, even with his extra few years of schooling. Suffice it to say, it set something of a negative tone for their relationship in the years to come.
Time passed for the Fernandez family. Hugo managed to learn his letters properly and began to read, write, and speak English with more confidence his performance was far from perfect, but it was enough to move up to middle school. At elevenyearsold and partway through 6th grade, the Fernandez family grew once more: a second daughter, pretty little Anabel. Immediately nicknamed “Bella” by the family, Hugo took to caring for his newest sibling like a fish takes to water. He was fairly experienced at this point at feeding and changing an infant from caring for the twins, although Elena insisted on supervising whenever Hugo cared for his baby sister. However, with their family now seven members strong, the Fernandez family realized that their current home wasn’t large enough to accommodate their large family. They moved to another, slightly larger house in Bushwick they couldn’t yet afford to leave the neighborhood, and having the funds to move to another home was already enough of a stretch.
Hugo and his siblings still went to the same school since they hadn’t moved all that far. The children grew and while Hugo was never anywhere close to being a good student, he never did bad enough to actually fail. At this point he had essentially stopped trying, having figured out a long time ago that he simply was not as bright as the other students in his grade. While he listened to the teachers and behaved well in class, the fact of the matter was that he was stupid and nothing was going to change his mind about it. It was a sentiment he generally kept to himself, although he sometimes heard other students snicker about it in class when he couldn’t properly do a math problem on the board, or when he was called out to explain why he didn’t bother turning in a book report. It made him feel inferior and humiliated, but he was less angry at his peers and more disappointed in himself. After all, it was a personal failing that he couldn’t do the work properly not the other student’s fault. So he quietly tolerated whatever jibes were directed at him, not really speaking to anyone in class save a select few people. Even then, they weren’t friends: more just people he knew well enough to sit next to during lunch, so that he wasn’t a complete social outcast. Friendliness did not come easily to Hugo to begin with, who was generally bristly with anyone he wasn’t directly related to.
Since Hugo rarely socialized with any of his peers, his interactions with others were generally limited to his family and the hours that he spent in his father’s garage. As soon as he was old enough to find the subway on his own Hugo zipped over to Salvador’s shop after school almost every day. His mother was furious that her young son was taking the subway on his own (it was pretty dangerous) but no amount of threats or punishment could deter young Hugo from heading to his father’s garage each day, and eventually poor Elena gave up trying. Besides, Hugo seemed truly happy during each visit: not only did it provide Hugo a means of spending more time with his father a man he still idolized but it also gave him an excuse to “forget” to do his homework. Generally Hugo’s visits were spent hovering over Sal’s shoulder, watching him as he worked and badgering his father with questions about what he was doing, why he was doing it, how this tool worked and what did that weird gear thingie do; Salvador always said it was the most he ever heard his son speak in a single sitting. After a while Hugo had picked up enough knowledge to occasionally do some of the easier tasks himself, and became something of a junior assistant in his father’s garage. Salvador, for his part, seemed delighted that Hugo had taken an interest in the family business. And that he was so adept at it! Hugo had an innate ability for understanding cars and their inner workings, and for the first time in his life actually the young boy actually felt like he was good at something for a change. Cars made sense in a way that words and sums simply didn’t. Hugo was far more likely to pick up a repair manual than he was a textbook, even if it still made for some tricky reading at least they usually had pictures that illustrated most of the steps!
And Hugo’s admiration for his father wasn’t limited only to his garage. Salvador was known in the neighborhood as everyone’s “go to” guy. Needed a little cash to make your month’s rent? Sal scrimped up what he could and handed it over. He helped organize community events, like block parties, or church fundraisers. He’d give people who were desperate to turn their lives around work at his shop, at least until they managed to get back on their feet. Everyone knew that Salvador would literally give you the shirt off his back if he could: he loved everyone and everything, and seemed to genuinely want to make their impoverished community a better place. Hugo even got used to getting discounts and favors from the grocer and other people, since he was “Salvador’s boy”. His father’s larger than life personality and his generosity were practically the stuff of myth to his son, who wanted nothing more than to be as good a person as his father was.
It wasn’t until Hugo was in 8th grade that a teacher seemed to finally took a vested interest in figuring out why Hugo had such difficulty with learning. Rather than just dismissing him as stupid, Mrs. Valencia (Hugo’s English teacher) instead contacted Hugo’s parents and explained that she believed their son might actually be dyslexic, which would explain his difficulty with reading and math. She suggested a specialist to take Hugo to for a proper diagnosis and offered to assist the Fernandez family in any way she could. Initially, Hugo was reluctant to see the specialist: as far as he was concerned, it was worse to have something actually mentally wrong with himself than to just be stupid. Eventually his parents managed to coax him into seeing the specialist, and after a battery of tests it did indeed become evident that Hugo suffered from a moderate case of dyslexia. There wasn’t much the family could do for Hugo: he was already in primarily remedial courses, and it wasn’t like the school had a separate curriculum set aside for dyslexic students. Still, the family hoped that some teachers could be persuaded to cut Hugo a little slack and thus make it a little easier for him to pass his classes. As it was, he was perilously close to having to repeat 8th grade.
The diagnosis did make school life easier, but Hugo wasn’t happy with it. It was as he had suspected for years: there was something wrong with him that made him inferior to all other students. Simply being stupid had less of a stigma attached to it, and Hugo didn’t like the idea of having to be treated differently from the other kids because he was learning disabled. Just the word “disabled” made him feel awful. Still, what was done was done. Hugo had to make the best of a lousy situation, because that was the Right Thing to do. Still, it was hard not to feel angry sometimes Guss was doing very well in school, and had blossomed into something of a social butterfly, while Hugo struggled along without any real friends. He envied his younger brother who seemed to be so much brighter and happier. Even the twins seemed to be having an easier go of things! Hugo’s mother and father insisted that he shouldn’t be mad, that he should be happy for his siblings, but Hugo found it awfully hard not to sulk.
And sulkiness characterized a good part of Hugo’s next few years. He graduated middle school and made his way to high school, intent on making something of a new start. After all, this was a bigger school, full of students who would have no idea who he was. He decided it was time to stop being the dumb, quiet kid in class and instead be something else: the tough guy. And so Hugo took to sitting in the back of the class, wordlessly brooding and glowering down anyone who tried to engage him in friendly conversation. It was hard to be intimidating at thirteenyearsold, but it helped that Hugo hit his growth spurt pretty early and never seemed to stop growing all throughout high school: by age fifteen he was already well on his way to six feet. Homework became something he simply didn’t bother with, and more often than not Hugo skipped classes to stand behind the school with all the other “rebellious” kids and smoke cigarettes by the dumpsters. He even stopped showing up at Sal’s garage, as needless to say his father didn’t exactly approve of Hugo’s new circle of friends and the behaviors he came to associate with them. In fact, Hugo began to avoid his family almost entirely as high school went on.
Hugo’s antics only grew more and more dire as high school progressed. In a desperate attempt to prove himself as the resident new badass in school, Hugo started a campaign of minor lawlessness that he still regrets to this day. Some shoplifting, dangerous drinking, stealing things out of other kid’s knapsacks everything a teenage rebel was expected to do. Combined with the hormones, an excessive amount of misplaced anger, and a sudden desire to completely change everything about himself, Hugo soon became a young thug. By fourteen he had some loose affiliations with the Brooklyn tribe of the Latin Kings, a group he’d become acquainted with through a friend’s older brother. At first Hugo was incapable of completely shutting off the moral compass his father had instilled in him much as he tried, so his work for them was mostly limited to muling and selling drugs, nicking the occasional car radio, or tagging walls with graffiti associated with the gang. Once the Latin Kings realized that Hugo had a knack for cars they put him to work in a chop shop disassembling stolen vehicles for their parts. Hugo was good at it. He made surprisingly decent cash working there, too. It only reinforced the idea in his mind that this was what he was supposed to be doing.
Unsurprisingly, Hugo’s parents grew increasingly concerned about their child’s sudden change in behavior. He’d always been a dutiful son, respectful down to his very core. Now? He was rarely ever home, and when he actually bothered to turn up it was generally to argue with his father for “lecturing.” He stole some of his mother’s jewelry and pawned it for a fistful of cash, he yelled, he slammed doors. Even though Hugo had stopped showing up at Sal’s garage after school, he always came home covered in oil and grime from cars. He got into fights with other students when he even bothered to turn up at school that were often incredibly violent. It was frankly a miracle that no one ever pressed charges, although that might’ve had more to do with Sal’s positive influence and reputation in the neighborhood than anything else. Suspensions and threats of expulsions were bandied about to little effect. It was obvious that Hugo was heading down a wrong path, but Elena and Salvador had no idea what to do. Hugo resisted all their attempts to help and guide him until he finally just left home, a few days after his sixteenth birthday, to go live with his friend Angel and his older brother. No parents meant no rules and no stupid guilt trips, right? He didn’t need anyone dragging him down, and that was all his family did. At least that was what Hugo figured as he packed the few things he had and shut the door on his family for what he assumed was forever. He left them a scribbled note not to try and find him, and although the family learned of his whereabouts through the grapevine, Sal told Elena to give the boy his space for a few months and let him come to his own conclusions.
Three months later and Hugo was living in a tiny apartment with Angel and his brother Eddy, still working in a chop shop for the Latin Kings. Thing had taken a turn for the worse: Eddy was a notorious junkie and generally surrounded himself with company that made even Hugo nervous, and he’d even allowed himself to try a few things more potent than pot. The gang was pressuring him to commit more fully to being a member, something that his instincts practically screamed was a bad idea, but Hugo was angry so incredibly angry and far too stubborn to even consider returning home as an option. He was a Tough Guy doing the Wrong Thing, and for the first time in his life no one dared to say anything bad about him. He had friends (kind of) who respected him. Hell, they were almost like a surrogate family. It seemed as if Hugo was officially settling into the gang banger lifestyle. He thought nothing would ever make him go back to his home or his family.
Until his father was shot six times in the chest while trying to defuse a robbery in a convenience store he happened to be browsing in.
Hugo first learned of his father’s murder when Guss came to his apartment and told him. Apparently, Salvador had died en route to the hospital. None of them had even had the chance to say goodbye. To this day Hugo still doesn’t remember much about the night he returned home, except holding his mother for hours while she sobbed. Almost overnight, Hugo gave up every single vice he’d picked up over the past few years: threw out all his smokes, his pipe, poured out his booze and flushed down the hard stuff. He never went back to that apartment, or back to the chop shop, or even back to school. Hugo had his mother sign a waiver withdrawing him from high school and he legally dropped out. (To this day he hasn’t even received his GED it’s something of a sore spot, and not something he’s particularly proud of.) With his father gone, Hugo had no choice but to step up as man of the house. He made the arrangements for his father’s funeral, handled the police inquiries. They never caught the thief who murdered his father, but the officers reassured Hugo that his father had died a hero but Hugo had always known his father was Superman. That was hardly a revelation to him.
Hugo was literally wracked with guilt for his behavior over the past few years. He’d forgotten everything his father had taught him: all the important lessons, the morals, the ethics, the Right and Wrong. He was convinced his father had died ashamed of his eldest son, and as far as he was concerned Hugo deserved it. What had he done except disappoint his father? It nearly broke a part of him. Hugo had always been adamant between the difference between Right and Wrong when he was younger, but his sense of morality went into overdrive after Salvador’s murder. He had to make up for all the terrible things he’d done somehow, starting with his family. Sal’s garage had been closed after his death, but Hugo knew the Right Thing to do would be to reopen it. He knew nearly enough about cars as his old man had, and Sammy had always handled the books anyway. The family needed money and he was the only one in a position to earn it, and so Hugo set to work. He commuted, just like his father had, to Salvador’s Garage in Manhattan every day. All the shop’s assistants had known Hugo for years, and it was surprisingly easy to slip into a position of authority over them. Hugo learned the rhythm of the business quick, and soon enough running the shop became complete second nature to him. He actually enjoyed it, despite the tragic circumstances surrounding his starting there.
Hugo’s family slowly began to knit back together as well. Salvador Jr. was born shortly after his father’s death, and somehow having a new life to care for seemed to comfort Elena and Hugo both. But by age eighteen Hugo decided it was time to strike out on his own. Hugo wanted nothing more than to support his family, of course, but the prospect of sharing a bedroom with his two younger brothers his entire life was too grim for him to stomach. So he found a tiny place in a shitty Manhattan neighborhood and decided to rent it, much to his mother’s dismay. Elena didn’t feel she was ready to lose both her husband and her son, but Hugo promised to visit every week a promise he still keeps to this day. Elena found a job to keep herself busy as well, and between her income and the money Hugo always sent the family was able to keep themselves afloat. Things gradually progressed back into some semblance of normalcy.
Life continued in a quiet pattern for Hugo. He worked in the shop every morning weekends were a luxury he couldn’t afford, quite literally and spent his nights alone in his apartment, eating frozen dinners he’d only bother to half microwave. His apartment felt lonely, though, and Hugo took to feeding the alley cats that liked to hang out underneath his building’s fire escape as a means of finding a little companionship. One of them eventually ended up following him back to his apartment, intrigued by the prospect of more tuna, and Hugo didn’t have the heart to kick the poor thing out. He creatively dubbed his new roommate “Cat” but Rosita protested upon visiting him in his apartment, and insisted his name was Mr. Wiggles. For his part, the cat seemed rather ambivalent towards either name.
Despite his new adult responsibilities and lifestyle, Hugo was still plenty prone to doing stupid things. He was determined be as good and brave a man as his late father, a man he continued to idolize and that sometimes got him into trouble. Mostly, Hugo dabbled in a little light vigilantism. Nothing too amazing, but if he saw someone doing something wrong he refused to be silent. He knew the signs of a stupid kid shoplifting, for example, and wasn’t afraid to grab a misled youth by the collar and give them the most pantswettingest glare he could muster. He even foiled a few robberies in his neighborhood, including an attempted mugging at knife point of a Mr. Liam Kelly. Liam insisted on buying him a drink afterwards, and through sheer relentless willpower and an immunity to unenthused mumbling, he managed to convince Hugo to join him at a bar. For the first time in years, Hugo actually let loose a little and had fun. Remarkably, Liam liked Hugo enough to pursue an actual friendship with his new acquaintance. It was a good thing, too Hugo was practically working himself into a stupor, and Liam (aka Red, as he soon became known) helped to balance the mechanic out some.
After adopting Mr. Wiggles, Hugo took to fostering other animals from the shelter when he could. He’d always loved animals as a child but his family’s home had been too small as it was. The fact of the matter was they simply couldn’t afford a dog or cat. But Hugo loved nothing more than being needed, and helping the helpless was one of the few joys in life he had not directly related to work or his family. He was also prone to picking up strays and bringing them to the shelter, or even forcing Sammy to use that silly Word thing and make some “ADOPT ME” posters that he could stick in the garage. It still came as a surprise, however, when Hugo recently found what appeared to be a tiny Yorkie shivering on his welcome mat. That, however, was a relatively minor shock compared to the fact that the Yorkie could talk.
Hugo attributed this strange conversation to the fact that he was fairly drunk when it happened, but when next morning’s hangover rolled around and there was a tiny dog yapping at him to “AWAKEN YOUR POWER, YOU STUPID HUMAN” things became a little more confused. Eventually Hugo learned that this tiny dog was in fact Fenrir, some sort of wolf creature he’d never even heard of, and that he was the embodiment of the Norse god Tyr. It was, apparently, a good thing that Hugo had already decided to take this day off from work. A copious amount of coffee later, Fenrir gave Hugo a small amulet that would serve as his transformation relic and well, the rest is history. Recent history, in fact. Hugo is a newly awakened senshi, burdened with most glorious purpose. Who knows how things will turn out?
Personality
Hugo is a somber, practically silent bastion of integrity and principle. He lives and breathes entirely by his morals, filtering almost every decision he makes through a strictly defined ethical code and an honest, if not sometimes misguided, attempt to help his fellow man. But despite his good intentions, Hugo generally comes across as kind of intimidating, and his unwillingness to engage in polite conversation only reinforces people’s assumption that he’s a terrifying, brutish mute. He doesn’t so much stand around as he does loom, arms crossed and glowering disapprovingly at the people who surround him. His brow seems to be permanently furrowed, his mouth always fixed into a tightlipped frown. Hugo smiles even less than he speaks, and people tend to interpret his stoic nature as a type of coldness. Nothing could be further from the truth, actually: Hugo’s an absolute teddy bear, selflessly kind in a way that too few people are these days. He’s a doting brother and son, a fiercely loyal friend, and he’s actually remarkably gentle.
Unfortunately, Hugo is also extremely awkward. He doesn’t know how to act around people and so he settles for simply not saying anything, since conversation isn’t exactly one of his strong points. He will make an effort if someone elbows him enough, but generally he doesn’t know what to say and what he does manage will likely come off as a bit gruff and stilted. Hugo also doesn’t like to talk because he worries that he’ll come across stupid, as he has no misgivings about his intelligence. It’s not that he thinks he’s an idiot, but Hugo knows he isn’t typically “book smart” and he often quietly worries that people will judge him for it. He firmly believes in that old maxim: it is better to keep silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.
Most would probably argue that Hugo is too uptight for his own good, that he takes himself way too seriously. Hugo doesn’t buy into that kind of talk, however; what’s the point of living if you aren’t going to be serious about it? He completely lacks any sense of humor, particularly about himself, and he generally refuses to acknowledge if someone makes a joke around him or, worse yet, he fixes the poor bastard with a withering glower. He's a workaholic to the extreme, often only getting three or four hours of sleep a night between caring for his siblings and working in the garage. He’s also the kind of person who feels responsible for everything and everyone around him. Hugo is quick to offer help to others, but he also doesn’t take “no” for an answer if he offers you a hand, he’s going to keep holding it out to you expectantly until you accept it. He’s actually fairly bossy in this regard, with the mentality of “I know what’s right for you, so you better do it.” It makes sense that someone with so many siblings would have something of an older brother syndrome, but it can wear on someone’s patience pretty fast.
Speaking of not taking “no” for an answer, it’s also worth mentioning that Hugo is frustratingly stubborn. It doesn’t matter if he’s wrong, or even if he’s been proven to be completely and totally incorrect, Hugo sticks to his guns as if he were superglued to them. Eventually he may be persuaded to coming round but it’ll take a lot of gentle coaxing to keep his pride from getting too bruised. Even then his ego tends to get stung rather quickly, and he’s quick to retreat back to grunts and glares if shot down too many times. He’s developed something of a complex surrounding being considered “wrong” or “stupid” after years of contending with it from classmates and teachers, and will bristle considerably at either word when used in certain contexts even if they weren’t intended as an insult.
If there is one thing Hugo is guilty of, it’s his extremely traditional views about certain issues especially towards women. He doesn't do it with misogynistic intent or anything like that, but he does have some of
that Spanish machismo and feels that women are delicate, and need to be protected. He respects women and their intelligence, but he can't help but feel as if it's his duty as a man to pay for dinner, or open doors for them. Some women might find it chivalrous, but it's just as likely that they might find it incredibly patronizing or even condescending, even if he doesn't mean for it to be seen that way. His view on "appropriate" roles for women is very narrow: he sees them as housewives and homemakers, infallible in matters of raising children or in maintaining the family's finances, but illsuited for most positions outside of the domestic sphere. A woman in a position of power who is outspoken about things like her sexuality is likely to make him uncomfortable, simply because it's really not something he's been exposed to. His mother was a housewife for most of his life and only took a job out of necessity after her husband died, and Hugo's line of work (and thus the majority of his life) is generally dominated by men. He feels awkward around pretty much everyone but it's worse around women, so it isn't like he's been able to have a lot of conversations with them to change his mind. Not to say he's entirely cemented in his ways; this is the twentyfirst century, and Hugo isn't an innately sexist person. But it'll take time for his mentality to adjust, and some people might be really turned off by his attitude at first.
Hugo will struggle a lot as a senshi when it comes to facing women in battle, and will likely refrain from striking at them unless it is to defend himself or one of his teammates and even then he's likely be pulling his punches. Hugo will also have some difficulty allowing himself to be ordered around by female senshi, if they try it's his opinion that combat prowess is a masculine attribute, and that women understand fighting less because it's simply not in their nature. He's also likely to discourage female senshi from patrolling, even if it means him having to go out to face the Noords’ enemies on his own. Female senshi who do patrol will often find Tyr tagging along in order to keep an eye on them in case they run into any trouble. Hugo will also be tempted to use his powers outside of the sphere of battling other senshi or gathering shards. He’s always had a desire to go out there and “help the little guy”, and being gifted with powers and a kickass weapon gives him the means to do so. It may fall to more levelheaded senshi to convince him that playing Viking Batman isn’t exactly a great idea, and even then he’s not likely to be all that persuaded.
Hugo has a nearly infinite level of patience. He’s spent his entire life surrounded by irritating siblings and even helped raise a few he knows how to handle things when he’s annoyed. But Hugo is far from a saint, and if his buttons are continually pushed he’s going to respond accordingly. He’s slow to anger, but the force of his rage is of nearly biblical proportions. His fury is terrifying, particularly since he isn’t afraid to cuff whoever it is that is angering him (provided they aren’t female, of course) and knock them flat out. Hugo also has a tendency to take things very personally, and is sometimes a little too quick to form a negative impression of someone based on what he perceives to be an insensitive comment or a disrespectful remark.
Hugo is the kind of person who is comfortable in his routine. He wakes up early every morning, around fivethirty, makes himself a cup of coffee (his family lovingly refers to it as “sludge”), eats his breakfast, and heads to the gym. Shower, work, lunch, call his mother and check on the kids, go home, dinner, feed the animals, then bed. This pattern pretty much makes up the majority of Hugo’s days, save for the days he goes to Brooklyn to visit his mother, or when Red finally manages to beg and plead with him enough to go out and do something fun. But Hugo actually likes the steady day in, day out. He’s not a fan of change, and as far as he’s concerned having a rhythm to follow makes life easier. Is his life boring? Yes, and he acknowledges that. But he doesn’t really feel like he needs much excitement in his life, and it’s better to be steady and dull when you have a family who depends on you. The introduction of the senshi aspect of his life, however, is bound to shake things up a bit. Hugo has a lot of pent up resentment, anger, and frustration to work out why not take it out on the face of someone who is now your enemy? He’s likely going to be the first to offer to patrol, and even as the only Noord (currently) he’ll be unafraid to face the other teams head on.
Despite the fact that most people Hugo’s age are practically glued to technology, Hugo remains something of a Luddite in this day and age. He has a ridiculously old computer that he almost never touches, and he has a tendency to forget his cellphone even exists. His family was generally too poor to afford anything beyond a simple TV, and at school the computers were broken more often than not. He also just doesn’t like technology in general. Why let a computer do something that he could do his damn self? That said, he does have a beat up old iPod loaded with Bill Withers and Al Green albums that Guss pirated for him one day. He loves that damn thing, even if he has no idea how it works.
Hugo does, occasionally, indulge in a hobby. He’s got an old guitar that he occasionally sits down and plucks at, albeit it with mixed results. Hugo’s never taken a lesson on the damn thing but has figured out a few chords on his own, and he has a decent enough capacity for music that he can puzzle out the occasional simple tune. It’s hardly anything impressive, but he does find that it relaxes him after a day’s work, and the cat always seems to enjoy it. He’s a decent cook after spending years watching his mother in the kitchen, but he’s usually too lazy or too tired to make himself a meal, and so frozen dinners tend to be pretty standard fare in his household. Although he gave up drinking for a while after his father’s death, Hugo does go out for the occasional beer with Red if he’s prodded enough, and after enough pints he’ll even bum a cigarette or two (despite swearing he’s quit the damn things). Hugo is an absolute master at billiards and has cleaned house at a few bars, making enough on wagers to pay his rent for a month or two. And, of course, there are the weekly visits to his Ma’s time usually spent wrangling a bunch of hyped up kids and helping his mother prepare an actual meal, with an occasional peppering of disgruntled church attendance for good measure.
Appearance
Tall and imposing, Hugo is almost always easy to spot in a crowd. He stands at about 6’2”, although the effect of his height is reduced somewhat by his tendency to hunch or slouch; he’s constantly sticking his hands into his pockets, or finding a wall to lean against, or putting his elbows on to counters. He’s broadshouldered with a toned, muscled physique that only adds to his intimidating air. Due to his large size and bulk, Hugo just appears solid and stable. Every movement he takes seems deliberate and weighty, and he carries himself with an air of placid heaviness, as if he were some sort of big, immovable wall of stone. His skintone is a buttery olivetan, with a tendency to brown nicely when he’s out in the sun for an extended period of time. His skin is laced with a variety of scars from his tenure as a teenage tough: a few of note are the cigarette burns (inflicted intentionally, to prove he was a badass) that dot the inside of his right forearm, the faded scar on his left cheekbone from when someone wearing a ring punched him in the face, a small nick above his right eyebrow from an entirely different fight, a broad slash from his right shoulder to collarbone where he was cut by a butterfly knife, and a nasty burn mark on the back of his right hand from an unfortunate welding incident. There are more, of course, but they’re less visible than those lot.
Hugo’s wardrobe consists almost entirely of white singlet “Ashirts” (wifebeaters, tanktops, whatever you want to call them), loosefitting jeans, and work boots. If it’s cold out he might toss on his father’s old leather jacket, or a green army jacket his mother gave him once for Christmas, but that’s generally as frivolous as he gets. Church means putting on an illfitting suit that probably belonged to his grandfather and having his mother do his tie, because he certainly can’t be arsed to figured it out. The only jewelry he wears is a remnant of “rebellious” years in high school: a silver stud in his left ear, or possibly a small hoop if he’s feeling particularly saucy. He meant to pierce both ears, but he and his idiot classmates were caught before they could finish the other one. Hugo has other reminders of his younger, more stupid years: a tiny “H” inked into the back of his left calf by his friends with the stick’n’poke method on the bus ride to school, and a bland tribal tattoo on his right bicep by an actual tattoo artist (the brother of one of his friends). He’s not particularly proud of either, but removing them seems like more of a hassle than it’s worth. His amulet, a new addition given to him by Fenrir, is something he’s taken to wearing regularly. He’s usually keeps it tucked under his shirt, as he’s not sure he really wants to explain to people why a Puerto Rican mechanic has taken to wearing a necklace with a Norse rune carved into it. Frankly, anything that threatens to force him to have a conversation is something to be hidden.
The bones of Hugo’s face are sharp and welldefined, with the hollows of his cheeks appearing somewhat drawn or gaunt. He has a wide, full mouth, nearly always tugged downwards in a display of stalwart disapproval. Hugo’s eyes are slightly almondshaped and downward turned, and brown enough to the point of nearly appearing black. His brows are heavy and thick with little arch to them, and his eyes are nearly always accompanied by dark bags a result of Hugo not sleeping very much most nights. The bridge of his nose is straight and wide, with a large, round tip. His hair is a dark chocolate brown, kept short in the back and with thick, heavy bangs in the front. He has a fairly sharp widow’s peak, neatly centered, and his bangs fall on either side. He’s constantly complaining about how he needs to get them cut (which he never does until he finally takes a pair of scissors and messily shears them himself after six months of grumbling) and isn’t above tying a bandanna around his head to keep them back when he’s working. Otherwise they normally just hang in his face, generally falling to about his cheeks, and he has a slight tic of constantly pushing them back.
Overall, everything about Hugo is indelicate: his hands are too big, his hair too messy, his clothing too unkempt. He’s completely rough around the edges and abhors the idea of being “polished”, which probably explains why he walks around with grease and grime all over him and doesn’t seem to care. All that aside, however, Hugo is handsome in that “tall, dark, and brooding” kind of way he’s not a pretty boy, but that’s part of his charm.
References! http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v311/PuchikoGaia/Hugo800.jpg and http://wegs.deviantart.com/art/Hugo-209234529 . All credit to NoNami and Wegs for the lovely art!
Fuku
Shameless fanservice ahoy: Tyr, in the grand tradition of the famous Viking berserkers, chooses to fight barechested. He’s naked from the waist up, his upper body decorated in whorls of blue woad that cover his chest, arms, shoulders, back, neck, and face. Of particular note is the woad on his back: a line made of swirls and geometric shapes traces up his spine, with the top/point of the line ending just below the neck. The lines then carry on over the backs of his shoulders in a similarly decorated fashion. This forms the shape of Tyr’s rune on his back. Of note is that these woads are not simply body paint or anything of the sort. They are actual physical tattoos that appear on Tyr’s body when he transforms, and disappear when he resumes his civilian form. Around Tyr’s throat is a simple leather cord decorated with an amulet made of bone, with a slightly modified version of Tyr’s rune (seen here: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/aa/Stacked_Tiwaz.png) carved into it. His forearms are protected from wrist to partway up his arm by a set of boiled leather bracers. The front of the bracers are inset with a sheet of metal that can be used to help deflect blows from weaponry. The bracers rest on top of a strip of thin, undyed linen that wraps around Tyr’s palms, leaving the thumb and fingers free, and continues up the arm to just under the elbow. (Think of how a boxer wraps his or her hands, for example: http://wagtailfitness.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Hand-wrap-how-to-guide-cropped.jpg ) Tyr wears a pair of loosefitting linen pants, dyed a faded blue, that offer him a full range of motion. They’re rather “full” but they gather at just below the knee, at which point Tyr’s legs are covered by a strip of vivid red herringbone fabric that coils all the way down, eventually wrapping around the arch of his foot. (See https://www.pinterest.com/pin/155937205820557003/ and
http://www.miklagard.nvg.org.au/costume/rus/trader/rus_main.htm for pants and leg wrapping references!) The top of the pants are covered by a leather and wool pseudogirdle that sits on his hips, starting just below Tyr’s navel and continuing to just above the groin. It is fastened with a series of toggles along the front, and decorated with golden embroidery in various geometric shapes and patterns. The middle part of the girdle is fashion from panels of red dyed wool and leather straps. A braided leather belt is knotted around it, the buckle and the end of the belt both fashioned from iron. His shoes are a simple affair, made of a sturdy leather and fitted to his foot, although they also have toggles that fasten along the side to keep them in place.
The most interesting aspect of Tyr’s fuku, however, is his right hand. From the wristbone (or the wolf joint, as the Norse called it, in honor of Tyr’s sacrifice) up, his hand is not made of flesh and bone, but rather it appears to be roughly constructed out of a series of overlapping metal plates and hinges. It packs a hell of a whollop since it’s made of solid metal, and it certainly looks intimidating, but it’s also very difficult to perform fine motor tasks with. His hand opens and closes very slowly and the fingers lack the range of motion a hand typically has; as a result it’s almost impossible to do anything delicate or precise with it, so Tyr generally either uses it to hold his spear (for all its faults, that metal hand has a hell of a grip) or for breaking the nose of someone he doesn’t like. As a civilian, Hugo is righthanded. This doesn’t change when he transforms into Tyr. He’s going to either have to learn how to be a southpaw or hope he gets better at finely manipulating that hand to be as useful in combat as he has the potential to be.
Image here! http://imgur.com/0RoexMI Unfortunately it’s slightly outdated (mostly in the wrappings/vambraces section) but it’s an excellent example of his fuku and woads. Thanks so much to Em for helping design the fuku and providing the drawing, and Joules for drawing those great woads!
Transformation
"Tyr, guide my hand!"
The irony of this transformation phrase is not lost on Fenrir, who has a good chuckle at it every time he hears Hugo say it. The transformation starts with Hugo calling his phrase and clutching the amulet around his neck with his right hand. A spear appears in his left hand and he slams the butt of it against the ground, sending a shockwave upward that surrounds him with a cloud of mist that complete obscures his person, even if he’s not outside. When the mist fades, Tyr is left standing with his full fuku on, the hand clasped around his amulet now made of roughly hewn metal. The whole thing doesn’t take more than ten seconds, fortunately, otherwise Hugo would probably feel a lot more awkward about it.
Powers
Tyr wields an eight foot long spear with a shaft made of ash. It is tipped by a leaf/lozenge-shaped iron spearhead about fifteen inches long. The spearhead is inlaid with copper and silver, with etchings of wolves and geometric patterns on either side of the central rib of the spearhead. A portion of the spear, from just above the midsection to a few inches above the butt of the shaft, is wrapped in strips of soft leather. Hugo has no previous experience using a spear, however he’s pretty sure he just has to stick people with the pointy part and it’ll be a pretty effective weapon. That said, the spear is large and fairly heavy, and he’s likely to be somewhat clumsy with it starting out. He’s also a brawler by nature, and is just as likely to chuck it somewhere outside the ring of battle so he can use a more direct attack, eg: punch someone in the face. Hugo isn’t exactly the “coldblooded murder” type, either. Chances are he’ll use it to slash and cut, but he’s unlikely to stab or thrust with it unless he’s in some serious danger.
Drengskapr is Tyr’s only power, but it’s an interesting one. At its most basic, Drengskapr can be
considered a “buff” it imbues his selected ally (or himself, if Tyr so chooses) with virtues associated with the most honorable of the Vikings, the drengr. Those who were drengr in Norse society were brave, disciplined, and held a great sense of personal honor. Drengskapr is a state of mind, in a way, where you come to embody all those qualities: fear becomes courage, flagging strength becomes a second wind, a painful wound now a mere trifle. Drengskapr gives the senshi the power they need to keep fighting, no matter what, as any disciplined and honorable Viking would.
More specifically, this power does several things. First, it allows a senshi to ignore pain. This has some caveats, of course: it only numbs physical pain, for one thing, and it’ll have a rather diminished effect on dulling the pain for grievous wounds. For example, a senshi who has lost a limb or broken a bone will feel less pain, enough to maybe be able to move around some, but they likely won’t be able to attack or fight all that well. More superficial injuries (eg: cuts, bruises, minor burns, scrapes, etc) can be completely ignored for the duration of Drengskapr. Tyr’s power also instills in a senshi a sense of courage, although this is mitigated somewhat by the senshi’s own personality; a coward is still a coward, they’re just less likely to turn tail and run with the power of VIKING HONOR coursing through their veins. An interesting aspect of Drengskapr is that it also gives a senshi a sense of fair play and selfcontrol, so while under the effects of Drengskapr a senshi is also less likely to do anything reckless or needlessly cruel. Drengskapr provides senshi with a physical second wind as well, and any exhaustion they may have been experiencing is temporarily cleared away so they can fight at full strength once more. This also has the incredibly useful side effect of restoring a senshi’s ability to use one of their magic powers once, if they so choose.
Drengskapr does have some other limitations. It only lasts about four or five minutes at the most, and a senshi can be shaken out of a Drengskapr state if they experience a serious mental or physical trauma, although it is just as likely that Drengskapr state can actually help the senshi in either of those situations. Tyr can only cast Drengskapr once per transformation, and he must be in physical contact with the senshi he chooses to use it on when it is cast. To cast it all he needs to say is the word "Drengskapr", although he can fancy up the phrase if he so chooses. (Unlikely, since this is Hugo we’re talking about here.) He is capable of using it on himself, however using Drengskapr does not allow Tyr to cast his ability a second time per transformation at least for now. If a senshi chooses not to use one of their magic abilities while under Drengskapr they will not be able to use one when it wears off.
Basically, Drengskapr makes you a kickass team player for a few minutes by giving you a shot of adrenaline. Hooray!
Guardian
Tyr and Fenrir have some… issues that go way, way back. Namely, Tyr broke an oath and Fenrir ended up horribly trapped for trusting Tyr. Well, bygones are bygones. Where is Fenrir these days? One could say he’s still trapped, albeit in a much more circuitous way: rather than being a gigantic wolf, Fenrir currently inhabits the body of a tiny yorkshire terrier. It doesn’t help that he appears to have taken over the body of a particularly runty example of the breed, although as far as Fenrir is concerned he is just as vicious as he was before. It’s hard to figure out whether he’s chosen to ignore his current situation or if he’s simply too stubborn to acknowledge that he’s about as threatening as a stuffed animal either way, his impotent raging is absolutely adorable! And rage he does. Fenrir spends most of his time YELLING EVERYTHING, no matter how mundane the conversation. And conversations with Fenrir can frequently veer into the mundane, rest assured, as he’s about as smart as a pile of bricks. He has absolutely no filter when it comes to thinking before speaking, and his lack of tact would probably be insulting were it not for the fact that he was so sweet and innocent looking.
That said, Fenrir is kind of a pushover. His bark is far worse than his bite, and he has a particular fondness for Hugo’s sisters and sleeping in their laps. Sometimes he shows enough selfawareness to realize that he’s now small and cute, and his quick mastery of the “sad puppy eyes” technique in order to get his way is a remarkable feat. He likes being scratched behind the ears, having his belly rubbed, and sleeping comfortably on the pillow beside Hugo’s face. Why? Well, not because he likes Hugo! The pillow is just comfy, is all. Fenrir is also notorious for always being starving, and talking about how hungry he is pretty much all the time. He complains about needing to be fed while being fed. His hunger is downright insatiable, but for whatever reason his tiny yorkie body doesn’t seem to gain any weight no matter how much kibble he stuffs down his craw. He and the cat have a shaky truce where he gets to eat some of the cat’s food each night in exchange for an armistice of sorts, although truthfully Mr. Wiggles could probably take Fenrir out with one fell swipe of his paw. Aside from that, Wiggles and Fenrir generally avoid one another a fact that is exceedingly more difficult since Hugo’s studio is absolutely tiny. There have been a few spats between the two in the past, but those early days of war seem to be behind Fenrir. At least for now.
Fenrir and Hugo have a rather… complex relationship, although it has more to do with their past history than anything Hugo has actually done. Fenrir isn’t a fan of any of the Aesir, truthfully, but Tyr seems to hold a special seat of hatred in his heart. After all, Tyr was the closest thing he’d had to a friend when he was raised amongst the gods, since Tyr was the only one capable of approaching the massive wolf without wetting himself. He sees Tyr’s part in his fettering as a kind of betrayal, although he’s incredibly proud of the fact that he managed to bite off the god’s hand in the process. He’ll crow about it to Hugo whenever possible, despite the fact that Hugo currently has use of both his hands and could literally not give less of a shit. He tends to let Fenrir have his little victories, as it isn’t really in Hugo’s nature to argue with something small enough to fit into his palm. And thank goodness no one save for senshi can understand Fenrir: on walks he no doubt sounds like the yappiest dog on the planet, but to Hugo it’s a true test of his nigh infinite patience. “WHAT IS THIS” or “NO THIS PLACE SMELLS OF URINE ALREADY, I MUST GO ELSEWHERE” or “THERE IS A MUSHROOM THERE I MUST EAT IT RELEASE ME” or “PICK UP YOUR FEET, STUPID HUMAN, I DESIRE TO DEFECATE IN THOSE FLOWERS” and on and on and on.
All that said, though, Fenrir is developing a fondness for Hugo. Sometimes it’s just easier not to bite the hand that feeds.
Explanation
All righty! So, Tyr is a major Germanic/minor Norse god of War (sort of, more on that later) and lots of other little things. Tyr was known for being the least pansiest of the Aesir gods, since he was the only one brave enough to interact with Fenrir (and eventually allow his hand to be snipped off by the same beast), and was an all around pretty righteous dude. So at one point, Tyr was probably a lot more important to the old Norse and Germanic people, and he was more than likely the head of the entire pantheon! Once the Viking Age rolled around, however, Tyr took a backseat to the more popular Odin. But many scholars believe that the gods Odin and Thor are essentially based on early forms of Tyr, when he was a more central deity and considered the AllFather of Gods and Men.
Unfortunately, a lot of the mythology and stories involving Tyr have been kind of lost to the ages. The most famous one involves his dealings with Fenrir, as mentioned above. Despite Tyr’s association with war, there are few stories involving him in battle. His name was invoked on occasion by those seeking victory, and during Ragnarok he is destined to kill (and be killed) by Garm, but that’s pretty much all that remains. More than anything else Tyr appears to be associated with honor, bravery, oaths, divine order, justice, and discipline. There is also an unexpected kindness to this god: some say he took care of Fenrir when he wasa pup not only because he was unafraid of the wolf, but because he believed that there was good in him. Tyr’s fuku is based on what little I could find of ancient Scandinavian, AngloSaxon, and Viking clothes. It all kind of got cobbled together into what he currently has, with a splash of the good old “Viking beserker” trope with the lack of the shirt. The spear was often considered a symbol of Tyr, and the rune associated with Tyr is actually in the shape of a spear itself. Either way, it seemed a pretty sensible weapon to give Tyr.
OH, Tuesday is named after him. So, you know. Be nice to Hugo on Tuesdays.
Fenrir was a son of Loki and a female jötunn, a monstrous wolf who was prophesied to cause “great mischief and disaster” along with the rest of his siblings. Odin determined that Fenrir and his siblings be brought to him, so that he could be dealt with. In the end, however, the gods decided to raise Fenrir amongst themselves. Fenrir was a fearsome beast, however, and only the Aesir god Tyr was brave enough to feed Fenrir every day. However, Fenrir was only growing larger and larger each day. The gods decided that more drastic measures had to be taken to keep Fenrir from fulfilling his prophecy and doing the gods harm, and so they devised a plan to prepare a fetter to bind the wolf with. The first fetter was no match for Fenrir’s strength, and he broke from his bonds within seconds. A second fetter was brought to Fenrir, and the gods convinced him that if he broke this particular fetter, he would become famous for his strength. Fenrir agreed, eager to be even more wellknown for his power, and the gods bound him a second time. This second fetter was something of a struggle, but Fenrir eventually easily snapped his bonds and was free once more. The gods began to fear that Fenrir was too strong to be contained, but Odin commissioned dwarves to build an unbreakable fetter titled Gleipnir. The bond itself was like silk ribbon, a strange thing after the massive iron chains they had bound Fenrir with earlier, but Gleipnir appeared far more delicate than it actually was. The gods convinced Fenrir that since it was just a simple ribbon he’d be able to easily break it, but Fenrir had a condition: as an act of good faith, a god would have to place his hand in Fenrir’s massive jaws. None of the gods volunteered save Tyr, who placed his right hand between Fenrir’s teeth as the gods fettered Fenrir with Gleipnir. Fenrir struggled to escape, but the more he tried the stronger the ribbon’s hold on him grew. Knowing he had been tricked, Fenrir howled with fury and bit off Tyr’s hand. But it was too late he was imprisoned until the day of Ragnarok, when he would finally be free to fulfill his destiny and devour Odin.
So, obviously, I made him an adorable tiny dog. Atta boy!
Results
A wonderful character surrounded by a rich supporting cast, a genuine asset to the game. The verdict is Accept. You are also cleared for editor duties if you are so inclined/feeling masochistic.
Other applicants take note: the following commentary is basically just a long assortment of i-jokes and nonsense between friends, Rachel being the individual responsible for the SMyth reboot, and thus this review is a special present and not a regular review. You may on occasion see these sorts of reviews being given to returning/current players with exceptional (no revision required) applications. If you're reading this looking for real application advice, I simply say to you: emulate what you've read above, and ignore most everything below this point.
As there isn't much criticism to be leveled here, please enjoy the following comments, which were written under the influence of alcohol (which you paid for). L'chaim!
Character Info
+ Jorge and Rosie could be more dissimilar if Jorge were a cocker spaniel. From space. With six legs.
+ I guess dead dad is one method of birth control... (I'M SO SORRY.)
+ Mr. Wiggles is actually the senshi, right?
History
+ I think Catholics should just give up and realize they will produce children literally every time they have sex.
+ I'm beginning to think his parents are eternal optimists, and I'm only on the first sentence of paragraph two.
+ This is basically character history pornography, this whole section.
+ I want to be a helicopter! WHY AM I NOT HELICOPTER??
+ I hope Hugo didn't see the new Superman movie. Crap, he probably did. Be the Iron Giant, Hugo. Be the Iron Giant.
+ Oh gods, someone help Hugo learn stuff! Where's Zoolander when you need him??
+ Hugo has so many siblings I forgot about Bella between the NPC section and her birth. (That's more a reflection on my short-term memory than anything else.)
- All these kids must be rather expensive. How did Hugo's parents keep up the expense? (Did the garage do particularly well? Did his mother cut corners in subtle ways, or unsubtle ones? Was Hugo aware of the financial situation? I know I was often frustrated by the fact I didn't receive fancy, new, expensive toys like many of my elementary classmates did. At the time, I thought it was because my mom wasn't as nice as all the other moms. I didn't realize it was financially-motivated until I was older. [I was always particularly rankled by a certain cousin's plethora of playthings because I didn't understand the full significance of her dad being a lawyer. Eight-year-old Em really didn't know any better.])
+ Why on earth am I trying to give you more detail to add to this section? Am I a crazy person? (Voices say yes.)
+ Oh gods the browser closed the document, now I have to find my place again! I miss having my computer. :(
+ Turn back, Hugo, turn baaaack!
- It seems based on appearance that Hugo doesn't share the particular predilection for tattoos usually popular among gang members. Given that and his, ah, "sunny" disposition, how was he viewed by the gang generally? (In a more social sense rather than his mechanical usefulness.) Are there lingering repercussions to his involvement?
+ OH GODS NO NOT SAL. I feel like I know these people at this point, it really makes it tragic.
- As above, how did the gang react to losing such a useful auto mechanic?
+ Rosita, you are a smart one, for you understand the naming of cats.
+ They will turn out badly, Hugo. Sorry.
* Definitely add some paragraphs about Hugo's reaction to Man of Steel. At least three, I'm thinking!
Personality
+ Y so serious, Hugo? Hahahahhahaa!
+ I think Hugo might be an ox in a man costume.
+ He may change his opinion on women's value as homemakers if he sees how bad Jack is at it, heh.
- What about his opinions of powerful female figures in the media? Like Hillary Clinton and Lady Gaga? (Bet those two don't end up in sentences together all that often. Or maybe they do. Who am I to judge??)
+ No, seriously, I want to see his reaction when Jack punches him in the face! Hahahahaha! Goooo Viking Batman! (Now my Joker joke seems apropos and not totally random.)
+ He's gonna hate Jack. He's gonna hate her so much. Or maybe do the sex with her, sometimes it's hard to tell with these things.
Appearance
+ I'm not sure I could spot Hugo easily in a crowd, but that's because I only pay attention to blondes. (In case they're plotting against the rest of us.)
+ I call those kind of shirts "froo-doos."
+ If anyone questions his wearing a Norse amulet, he can just tell them he is a Loki fangirl. That statement will also end most conversations, unless the other person is also a Loki fangirl, in which case good luck.
+ Images! Okay, no, I would probably notice Hugo in a crowd. For to do the sexytime with.
Fuku
+ Is it really a choice, though?
+ Can Jack have his hand? She's really jealous of all these senshi with the cool metal stuff. All she has is this helmet for bashing her head against people.
+ An airplane just flew over. Did I miss my flight?
Transformation
+ Hahahahahhahahahahahaaa! Fenrir, you okay in my book.
Powers
+ Cool.
Guardian
+ Hahahaha, Yorkie. Yooorkie.
Explanation
- Actually, a few general guidelines for people who might be interested in applying for other Norse senshi wouldn't be amiss. Like, your guardians are X and your divisions are Y and your titles are Z. You are officially Team Leader. Mazel tov!
Other applicants take note: the following commentary is basically just a long assortment of i-jokes and nonsense between friends, Rachel being the individual responsible for the SMyth reboot, and thus this review is a special present and not a regular review. You may on occasion see these sorts of reviews being given to returning/current players with exceptional (no revision required) applications. If you're reading this looking for real application advice, I simply say to you: emulate what you've read above, and ignore most everything below this point.
As there isn't much criticism to be leveled here, please enjoy the following comments, which were written under the influence of alcohol (which you paid for). L'chaim!
Character Info
+ Jorge and Rosie could be more dissimilar if Jorge were a cocker spaniel. From space. With six legs.
+ I guess dead dad is one method of birth control... (I'M SO SORRY.)
+ Mr. Wiggles is actually the senshi, right?
History
+ I think Catholics should just give up and realize they will produce children literally every time they have sex.
+ I'm beginning to think his parents are eternal optimists, and I'm only on the first sentence of paragraph two.
+ This is basically character history pornography, this whole section.
+ I want to be a helicopter! WHY AM I NOT HELICOPTER??
+ I hope Hugo didn't see the new Superman movie. Crap, he probably did. Be the Iron Giant, Hugo. Be the Iron Giant.
+ Oh gods, someone help Hugo learn stuff! Where's Zoolander when you need him??
+ Hugo has so many siblings I forgot about Bella between the NPC section and her birth. (That's more a reflection on my short-term memory than anything else.)
- All these kids must be rather expensive. How did Hugo's parents keep up the expense? (Did the garage do particularly well? Did his mother cut corners in subtle ways, or unsubtle ones? Was Hugo aware of the financial situation? I know I was often frustrated by the fact I didn't receive fancy, new, expensive toys like many of my elementary classmates did. At the time, I thought it was because my mom wasn't as nice as all the other moms. I didn't realize it was financially-motivated until I was older. [I was always particularly rankled by a certain cousin's plethora of playthings because I didn't understand the full significance of her dad being a lawyer. Eight-year-old Em really didn't know any better.])
+ Why on earth am I trying to give you more detail to add to this section? Am I a crazy person? (Voices say yes.)
+ Oh gods the browser closed the document, now I have to find my place again! I miss having my computer. :(
+ Turn back, Hugo, turn baaaack!
- It seems based on appearance that Hugo doesn't share the particular predilection for tattoos usually popular among gang members. Given that and his, ah, "sunny" disposition, how was he viewed by the gang generally? (In a more social sense rather than his mechanical usefulness.) Are there lingering repercussions to his involvement?
+ OH GODS NO NOT SAL. I feel like I know these people at this point, it really makes it tragic.
- As above, how did the gang react to losing such a useful auto mechanic?
+ Rosita, you are a smart one, for you understand the naming of cats.
+ They will turn out badly, Hugo. Sorry.
* Definitely add some paragraphs about Hugo's reaction to Man of Steel. At least three, I'm thinking!
Personality
+ Y so serious, Hugo? Hahahahhahaa!
+ I think Hugo might be an ox in a man costume.
+ He may change his opinion on women's value as homemakers if he sees how bad Jack is at it, heh.
- What about his opinions of powerful female figures in the media? Like Hillary Clinton and Lady Gaga? (Bet those two don't end up in sentences together all that often. Or maybe they do. Who am I to judge??)
+ No, seriously, I want to see his reaction when Jack punches him in the face! Hahahahaha! Goooo Viking Batman! (Now my Joker joke seems apropos and not totally random.)
+ He's gonna hate Jack. He's gonna hate her so much. Or maybe do the sex with her, sometimes it's hard to tell with these things.
Appearance
+ I'm not sure I could spot Hugo easily in a crowd, but that's because I only pay attention to blondes. (In case they're plotting against the rest of us.)
+ I call those kind of shirts "froo-doos."
+ If anyone questions his wearing a Norse amulet, he can just tell them he is a Loki fangirl. That statement will also end most conversations, unless the other person is also a Loki fangirl, in which case good luck.
+ Images! Okay, no, I would probably notice Hugo in a crowd. For to do the sexytime with.
Fuku
+ Is it really a choice, though?
+ Can Jack have his hand? She's really jealous of all these senshi with the cool metal stuff. All she has is this helmet for bashing her head against people.
+ An airplane just flew over. Did I miss my flight?
Transformation
+ Hahahahahhahahahahahaaa! Fenrir, you okay in my book.
Powers
+ Cool.
Guardian
+ Hahahaha, Yorkie. Yooorkie.
Explanation
- Actually, a few general guidelines for people who might be interested in applying for other Norse senshi wouldn't be amiss. Like, your guardians are X and your divisions are Y and your titles are Z. You are officially Team Leader. Mazel tov!