WHO?
He stands at 6'5" [~2 meters]. His complexion is ghostly white, gaunt and corpse-like. His hair is a stark white and his irises are an even brighter white around thin vertical pupils. He has jagged, faded scars that drag from the corners of his lips up to his cheekbones. His eyes always appear to be barely open, hidden underneath drooped lids and surrounded by bruise-like shadows. He's lean and muscular, and he prefers to keep his clothing modern to stay with the times.
Frayen can transform at will into what is technically his 'true' form, his wendigo form, but the transformation is excrutiating to watch. His bones and muscles contort, grow and shift as he transmutes in size to a massive 22'7" [~6.89 meters] when standing upright. His legs and arms grow to become unnaturally long, with huge hands that hold long, sharp talons at his fingertips. His torso is elongated, with visible ribs pressing against his skin above a rounder stomach. His legs are gangly, long and digitigrade, with sharp joints ending on clawed feet. Though he has no clothes in this form, he has no genitalia; wendigos don't exist to procreate, they exist to eat and eat and eat forever, needing only sustenance to keep them alive. His hair becomes scraggly and overgrown while his ears grow in length and develop points at their ends. His throat grows longer and thicker. His mouth tears open and widens to accomodate two horrific rows of spear-like teeth packed close, with a long flexible black-fleshed tongue lurking just behind them. His entrails, saliva, flesh and blood are all colored an inky black. His eyes become wide and seemingly hollow, as black as a void, with pinpricks of white peering out from the black sockets to spot his prey.
WHEN?
HOW?
On December 2nd, 2016, Frayen took his girlfriend on a vacation and flew to Canada to hike with her in the Canadian Rockies. It was his first time ever being out of the country, so he was in an area that he was quite unfamiliar with. They booked a lovely hotel to stay at in between their planned hikes and went off to explore the beauty of the mountains. Frayen considered himself a very experienced hiker and made as many preparations as he could to go out into the wilderness with the love of his life. He avoided traveling with other tourists, instisting he had the knowledge and experience to figure out the way on his own with a map and a compass. All was going well the first couple of days as they kept to trails and traveled with relative caution - until the third day of their vacation.
On their hike that day, Frayen wanted to travel a ways off of the trail in search of unexplored areas. He'd done this in the past in national parks and mountain ranges in his home country and was eager to find places that other hikers hadn't yet discovered. He knew that he was throwing caution to the wind to some degree, but he was confident enough in his abilities to be able to get back to the trails when they were finished exploring to do it. Snow was expected that day, and when it began to fall, he wasn't worried and they continued onward - but the snow that fell reasonably at first quickly became a blizzard, conditions that Frayen and his girlfriend had not been warned about and were not prepared to take on, especially as far off of the trails as they were. His overconfidence had led them to losing their way, and try as they did to go back in the direction of civilization, they only got themselves more lost in the unmarked wilderness.
Frayen had brought food and water, but it didn't last long in the coming days, and the violent weather didn't cease bombarding both of them. The blizzard didn't let up and they eventually found themselves struggling to stay warm, thirsty and hungry in the unforgiving landscape of the forests. Despite the harsh environment, they managed to survive for a surprisingly long time, able to stay hydrated with snow as their water and miraculously finding ways of creating fires with what little survival equipment Frayen owned, but starvation was catching up to them day after day. Neither of them had any hunting experience, and any food that wasn't caught and killed was stark in the dead of winter. Though they tried with everything they could to survive, the odds were too much against them. A little over a month after they first got lost, Frayen's partner succumbed to the hunger and died, with Frayen himself not far behind her.
Frayen was hysterical, racked with grief and guilt. The loss of his beloved partner made what remained of his mental stability vanish. Refusing to let her go, Frayen stayed with her body for hours, his screams and sobs echoing out to nobody. He knew he wasn't far behind her, and with his psyche utterly destroyed, his mind delirious and unhinged from the hunger and desperate beyond all reason, Frayen took a knife to his lover's body and cut away her flesh to devour. There was no coming back from the mental ruin he had faced, and this unspeakable act truly showed how far gone he had become. Even after committing this atrocity in his last effort to evade his demise, Frayen only survived for one more night before he too was on death's doorstep.
Unfortunately, death would not be a peaceful release from the torment of living the way it had been for his partner. The conditions were right for him to transform, and as if fate was punishing him for daring to feast on the flesh of another human being, he drew what was meant to be his last breath - and he didn't die. Instead, his body contorted, grew, transmuted itself into the awful visage of a wendigo's form, and he went on his first hunt. He traveled in this form without ceasing for days to find his first victim, his renewed form containing senses far superior to his human one that drove him to find areas of civilization, the very thing he'd struggled to do to survive now leading him forward to hunt and kill the first person he could find. He massacared a group of hikers who'd gone off of the trail much like he once had and devoured the flesh from every single one of them, filling himself until he was satisfied, and only then was he able to transform back into a more humanoid form.
When he'd become humanoid again, Frayen was never the same man. The sheer trauma from murdering several innocent people to be able to control his instincts forever changed him. His life before he had changed was gone, taken from him by the consequences of his own mistakes. After attempts to end his own life failed, each attempt resulting in him transforming and healing all injuries he'd given himself, he bitterly, hatefully accepted his horrific new life. As time passed, and he fell deeper into the abyss of senseless violence and murder, devouring flesh for his own survival and indulgence, Frayen began to embrace it. He grew cold and unfeeling towards other creatures and began to take pleasure in taking lives to satiate his hunger, playing games with his victims, luring them into his traps before striking when they were most vulnerable. A hard-working young man, passionate for life, had become a sadistic, cold shell of his former self. He can never stop.
And now, he never wants to stop.
WHY?
He'll find out when he gets to Hell.
