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Odin's solitary jade green eye widens as he strokes his silky, alabaster beard for a moment, rereading the poster just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating again. "Hrmmmm... extraordinary. An institution that is focused on actual magical study, instead of collecting students like a swarm of dung beetles collects faeces. I must inquire further into this..." Odin chuckles as he lopes away, leaving an odor of cheap alcohol and mustard that lingers for many minutes after he has left.

*Nathaniel stumbles down the street, smelling of alcohol and covered in the latest batch of bruises from a fistfight. He glances at a poster on the wall advertising the Gentlemen's Society.* "Hmmm… perhaps it is time to return to my old life…" *He looks down at his scarred, calloused hands. They were his weapons, his tools, his life. Could he leave behind the pain and sorrow of his past? He did not know, but he was damn well going to try! Nathaniel proceeds to steal some high-quality ink and parchment from an unguarded stall, then sits at a public bench to write a poem in surprisingly good handwriting.* The Letter *Nathaniel wipes some stray tears from his eyes as he finishes the poem, a few dropping onto the bottom of the page.* "Urgh… I'm going to need some new clothes…" *He mutters, looking down at his open leather jacket and tight-fitting stained pants, the only items of clothing he owns.* *He pins the letter to the poster, then saunters off to find appropriate clothing.*

((Hot damn is this taking off or what? Looks like I have a ton of new Scholar students.)) ((I just wanted to ask if we could make a student list that was organized into the various classes that they will be taking. I can do it myself if I have permission.))

((I.. fought someone in the courtyard… ))

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*Odin deflates slightly, sighing wearily.* "I know, I know… I only just got here. I apologize for taking so long but I got lost along the way. I am already starting to work on a near-scale model prototype however! It will be done shortly." *Odin bows his head respectfully, then leaves in a brusque manner, eager to get back to work.* ((Sorry I couldn't make it the other day, work has been hectic lately and I've been very busy.))

*Odin storms into Ramza's office. He holds a copy of the staff list in his hand. He doesn't look happy.* "Pardon me, Headmaster, but where am I on this list? I was accepted to teach Scholar classes, but I can hardly see my name registered here. If you have changed your mind, I would have expected to be notified in some way…"

Character Name: Odin Hrafnblodt Nicknames: Gunnar Valorheart, Hrafne. Age: Early fifties, but that's only a guess. He has no idea. Gender: Manly bearded male. Race: Human? Villanies: 1a, 1c, 2a, 2b, 3, 5. Status: Alive and slightly confused. Description Height: 2.4 Meters. Weight: 86 Kilos. Body Type: Tall and very gaunt. Eye: He has one deep green-grey eye, like a jade colored pool in the middle of a forest. The more you look at it, the less you want to look away. Hair: His hair is a pure alabaster color, long and flowing like a waterfall of whitest silk. Skin: His light skin is rough and heavily scarred from many a fierce battle in his youth. Markings/Tattoos: He has a norse armband tattoo inscribed on his left forearm. On and around this tattoo are written an alphabet of mystical runic letters that glow and shimmer at infrequent intervals. Health: His body, which was once iron-clad with muscle, is now almost painfully thin due to his years of magical study. Without clothes on, he looks almost like a skeleton, a thin layer of skin stretched over what small amount of lean muscle and bone he has left. Personality: He is generally a very thoughtful individual, spending much of his time either studying or in deep contemplation often brought on by excessive amounts of pipe weed. When he isn't busy expanding his mind Odin has a generally cheerful and wise demeanor, often taking time to impart long diatribes about knowledge and the fate of curiosity to many unfortunate youths. He believes that the Aengudaemons aren't worth worshipping, as he thinks that most of them are the epitome of selfishness and decadence, and if they aren't that they are totally ineffective deities, since they normally do not use their powers to interact directly with the mortal world to help people. They are in his mind "Useless Gods". He tries his best not to hurt or kill anyone anymore, after the experiences of his extraordinarily violent life. He feels massive amounts of guilt for the countless innocents he has killed in his youth and he frequently has nightmares about this. He is fiercely loyal towards those who show him kindness, often risking his life on their behalf. He will never betray a friend, willingly or otherwise. Not anymore... He places his quest for more knowledge and more power above everything else in his life. He has sacrificed much to get as far as he has gotten, and he isn't done yet. He often slips into weeks of deep depression if he is reminded too much of his dead lover Astrid, or any detail of how she died. He repeatedly tries to wipe his memory of those details using his runic alphabet, but it hasn't worked so far. Inventory: Rune inscribed skull, Gungnir (his staff-spear), saxe knife, leather pouch filled with small bone runestones, rune inscribed pipe, pouch of pipe weed, leather coin pouch, leather-bound grimoire, carving knife. Further Details: His body is also a living vessel for his ancestor Askellad the Red Wolf, an incredibly powerful raider of old. Odin has learnt how to suppress and imprison this spirit, but not after many years of being shunned by society. During his period of banishment in the North, Odin discovered an alphabet of runes that have certain peculiar magical properties. Life Style Alignment*: Chaotic Neutral. Deity*: None. Religion: None. Alliance/Nation/Home: He takes orders only from himself now, though he enjoys helping both those who have been kind to him and those in need. Job/Class: Wizard, scholar, retired mercenary. Title(s): Professor of Runology at Rainë Academy, Professor of Arcane Evocation at Rainë Academy, former Wolvengard Lieutenant. Profession(s): Professor of Runology and Archaeology, Close Combat Instructor, Professor of Arcane Evocation. Pet(s): Huginn and Muninn, his two favorite ravens! Special Skill(s): His knowledge of his runic alphabet allow him to cast some minor cantrips with them. He can speak to his two ravens (Huginn and Muninn) through the use of commands in an ancient tongue. He understands much about psychology and the workings of the human mind, since he has had to work his way out of insanity more than once by himself. Flaw(s): He only has one eye. He suffers from tremendous headaches and migraines, courtesy of both the spirit living inside of him and of a lot of the incomprehensible knowledge he has gathered. He suffers some major PTSD from the rampant violence of his youth, which causes vivid nightmares and on occasion seizures. The strange and inexplicable things he has seen have caused him to appear slightly confused or a bit lost, although this is not reflective of his mental capacity. Magic* Current Status: Very Active. Arch-type: Evocation. Sub-Types: Arcane Evocation, Electrical Evocation. Rank: Master level Arcane Evocation (Tier 5), Apprentice level Electrical Evocation (Tier 2). Weakness(es): His body has become rather frail, due to void poisoning. Strength(s): His mind is incredibly sharp and his intellect has not diminished with age. It has, in fact, increased exponentially. He is still surprisingly light on his feet and quite agile, though he is nowhere near where he was in his prime. He was like a tiger, only scarier and more well armed. Weaponry Fighting Style: (Defensive): Keep the enemy away using his staff-spear to redirect their attacks, using very little strength by turning their attacking power against themselves. (Offensive): Evade their attacks using his agility, then use his saxe knife to slash through tendons and sinew vital to movement. After that, wait for the enemy to fall to the floor, then finish the job. Trained Weapon[s]: Staff-spear, long knives, axes (both single and double-handed). Favored Weapon: Staff-spear. Archery: No. He avoids ranged weapons like the plague, and he's really bad at using them. Biography Parents: Gorfast Valorheart, Ingrid Wolfseeker. Siblings: None that he knows of (Maybe one though). Children: Kjetil (Deceased, stillborn). Extended Family: Kjetil Wolfseeker (Grandfather) History Artwork

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OOC Section IGN: MagusArcanus Real Age: 16 Character’s Name: Odin Hrafnblodt Character Age: 38 RP Section Why do you want to join?: Because, as we all know, Vikings have the greatest beards imaginable. Soft, flowing and braided like the finest silks of yore. Do you agree to uphold the laws?: I do so solemnly swear. How long is your beard?: 16.3 inches including his huge braids. You are walking along the Anthos road near Storm’s Crossing. You see a dwarf shaving their beard. What do you do?: Odin gasps and then lets out a shocked cry as he sees this act of beardly sacrilege. He quickly throws his arm out and Huginn rests upon it, eager and awaiting a command. Odin roars "Huginn! Stöðva hann!" and the bird immediately shoots from his outstretched arm, rocketing toward the hand of the dwarf that holds the razor. With a mighty THWACK Huginn knocks the razor clean from the stunned dwarf's hand. Odin then strides briskly to the dwarf and, before he can say anything, puts all of his weight behind an echoing slap across his face. He stands there for a minute, his face reddening on one side in a hand shaped pattern, and then begins to cry as he looks down at the hands that would have shorn from him his manliness. Odin then gently embraces the dwarf, patting him softly on the back as he whispers, "I know... I know. I forgive you."

Odin gapes as he sees the drummer boy pass, then stares resolutely into the distance and salutes, his long alabaster beard flowing down his chest. "I will join you... magnificent men." Odin then calls Muninn down from his shoulder and scribbles a note on a sheaf of parchment, which he clips to Muninn's leg and sends on its way to the stronghold of the Beardic Cult.