Simurgh Fenrir Singh

Hey, if you know me outside of gor rp I'm Fenrir Fear son of Geo Fear , Geo Fear Einherjar (theforeverman) and twin to Blissany, Blissαηү (blissanynevaeh) . Just here to enjoy life and spend time with those I care about,


if you are from Gor my name is as follows:



Full Name: Simurgh Fenrir Singh
Origin: Istanbul
Parentage: Son of Murat Singh and Angel Singh
Physical Description: Tanned skin, hazel eyes, brunette hair
Title: Sheik of Tales (Tahari); Renowned Storyteller and Adventurer Sultan of the Skies (pakur)
Skills: Master of the Scimitar, Storyteller, Apprentice of the Scribe Caste
Key Relationships:
Lysander Spyro (Defended him, leading to a place in his house and caravan)
Burakh(half brother)
Kara Singh (Half Sister)

**The Magnificent Biography of Simurgh Singh**

Pargalı Ibrahim Pasha looked up from the scroll he was reading as the runner came bursting into his palace. The runner held in his hand two messages one he immediately recognized the Seal of his Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent, the other an object made of metal he had only ever seen once before.

he quickly opened the scroll from the Sultan not wishing to keep him waiting, he read over the invitation to dinner at Suleiman's place that very night the 5 March 1536.

after sending the messenger away with his answer to the invitation he set down looking over the strange metal envelope. He remembered back to when he was a young boy sitting at his Baba's feet when he received a letter very similar to this, he also remembered that was the last night anyone had seen or heard from his father

He carefully opened the letter and pulled the parchment from the odd metal envelope opening it up he saw written in flawless turkish a summons, but not one he understood, the letter said,

Pargalı Ibrahim Pasha, I'm sure you are wondering where I have been these many years, I was summoned to a different planet and my city is in the midst of being destroyed the waters are rising as I write this, Hopefully they can bring you in time. in case they dont you will need my ring to validate your identity. travel will be arranged please bring with you a handful of dirt from your palace gardens signed Murat Singh Scribe of port pa-kur..


He had no idea who this man was or how he knew him or his father, where has he been all these years? he shook the envelope hearing something rattle he upended it over his desk a signant ring falling to the desk with a dull thud the silver ring coming to rest the seal facing him.

he immediately recognized the seal, the stylized S in the shape of a Scimitar fs, the seal of his father the Beylerbey of Epirus, The seal was a nuemonic for 'Scimitar first then Scribe',just as he remembered it before his disappearance and the resulting presumption of his death.

He placed the ring on his finger rushed outside grabbing a handful of the best, richest soil he could find placing it in a silk bag that he placed in his pocket and saddled up his black Arabian purebred stallion Haboob to make the short journey through the city to the Sultans palace.


Dinner was long and plagued by talk of politics and bussiness and other dry topics of conversation as was the custom at these formal dinners, Hurrem the Sultan's slave made bride didnt like him much as he was the one that had the Sultan's ear the only one that could check her rapid rise in power and influence and she hated him for it.

he made his way home heading to his quarters to pass out the dinner and the forced pleasantries wearing him out.

As he lay in bed his thoughts drifted again to his Baba and where he went, his now confirmed death and the strange letter he had received with its odd request for a handful of dirt.he let his thumb trace over the seal of the ring as he drifted out of consciousness and just as he was almost asleep a blue flash of light filled the room and then nothing but a black void.

he dont know how long he had been asleep, he had no dreams no memories of anything after falling asleep, How Long had it been? Where was he?

He awoke with a start not sure where he was, he knew he was no longer in his room in the palace provided for him by Sulieman, he felt around he was on stone, he got to his feet and looked around. The city looked to be of a roman architecture, it was unlike anything he had remembered seeing in Rome though and the terrain though oddly familiar was completely alien to him. it was here in the city he later learned was Ar that he met his first friend, A builder by the name of Lysander Spyro,

It was during a raid of Ar that the two men met the first time, Ibrahim not knowing where he was or how he got there, quickly learned he also didnt speak the common language of everyone else, they were running around weapons drawn and shouting when he saw the man in yellow go down, something inside him told him this was an invading army and though he didnt know who these people were he knew he wasnt going to sit by and watch them rape and kill everyone in the city. he found a discarded scimitar from one of the dead raiders and rushed to the man's aid saving him from would be death as they had caught him off guard consulting the many scrolls of blueprints he had laid out before him.

Lysander took Ibrahim under his wing teaching him the ways of the new planet he suddenly found himself on as they made their way to Port Pa-kur and to the man who had summoned him. during their travels Lysander took to calling him Simurgh Singh for his bravery the day he saved his life and for the fact that he had been asleep in suspended animation during the journey from earth to Gor for 487 years making him an old man if it werent for the injections of the priest kings that made him look like he had just woke up on march 6th 1538 at 34 years of age he was still in his prime and ready to start a new life. the wolf phoenix of persia that didnt die by the Order of his Sultan and lover but instead was reborn on a new world in the midst of a battle and then on arriving to pakur a city in the process of being swallowed by the mighty ocean his Father a casualty, never getting to see him or ask the many questions he had, never getting the proper goodbye.

upon reaching Port Pa-kur, he learned it was his half brother that had sent the message to him during the fall of pakur and that he was to be trained as a warrior and a tarnsmen.. He took to his training and excelled learning everything Burakh had to teach him while also learning the history and language of his new planet from the Head of the Scribes Mykael Goodman. It was at this time that he Took the Name Simurgh Fenrir Singh Al- bloodaxe, Simurgh the name given to him by his oldest and first friend on gor and Fenrir Bloodaxe from his Brother Burakh, the name Ibrahim fading from memory like a past life lived in a different time in a different place a distant memory, His mother was here along with his half siblings, the thoughts of Earth a distant memory as he became a scribe and made a new name for himself in a new world far from his home of Istanbul.