Odin Reeves the 4th

[Odin Reeves]

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Name: Odin Reeves the 4th

Nationality: American.

Age: 18

Weight: 205lbs (Heavyweight)

Height: 6’0

Build: He has a naturally strong body. His waist is slender but within proportion to his chest and shoulders, which are slightly larger then average. He has adapted his body to form a six-pack in his stomach, which lead up to an almost flattened chest, but is far from weak. His chest is so build that the muscles have began to tone, which actually flattens them out. His biceps are well carved out, easily shown in definition with a t-shirt or a long sleeved shift, but when wearing a sweater you can’t even tell of his build. His forearms and wrists are well conditioned, though still above the average size for someone of his weight. His quads and calves are extremely well toned, both hard and partially slender. His calves in particular are well toned as both legs have pushed the muscle upwards and into almost a ball shape. If you compare his legs to his arms you can barely tell the difference in muscle size, though the shapes are well distinguished from each other. His back and shoulder muscles are also well toned and only slightly bulky, his shoulders naturally rolled forward almost in a slouching position, though his back is kept nice and straight.

Eye color: A fainted Green that still shows much color, only a small lack of pigment.

Hair: The back and sides are kept rather short, only about three fourths of an inch long while the top reaches down to just above his eyes brows. He keeps his hair rather neat in some terms, combed forward on the top, and back along the sides if it ever needs to be. In terms of color it is a dark brown, but has never been mistaken for black.

Habits: Cracking his knuckles, staring holes through people, wandering aimlessly.

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Personality: He's basically a ghost in their terms of social status. He's quiet, rather shy, and tries to remain well kept when talking to teachers or partners when he's assigned to do a project with them. The only time he's not shy is when he's boxing with a mirror or his bag. He’s also extremely angered toward women abusers and has a serious problem controlling himself after seeing or hearing of active abuse on women.

Appearance:

Facial build: He has a well-curved upper eye socket, giving him almost umbrella shaped eyebrows which are slightly bushy, more so then others. His nose is thin at the top of the bridge but becomes much wide as it heads downward. As well as widening out his nose doesn’t get to far away from his face and is rather blunt rather then pointy. To accentuate his features even further he has a wide set jaw and high cheekbones, but not to leave his chin out it’s rather average. It’s not pushed away from his face, nor is it extremely wide. It’s not defined like that of a butt, or like that of a small pillow or pocket of fat.

Torso: He has two separate jackets that wear on separate occasions, the first and most commonly used jacket is a Denim jacket, blue in color with golden brown stitching. The edges on the bottom and cuffs are worn and tattered, like blue jeans get when someone walks on the heel. His left shoulder has his Varron’s Tournament Champion Patch sewn into it. His other jacket is more like a long sleeved shirt then anything else. It’s black in color but made with a soft fabric and padded material. There’s a picture of an eagle sewn onto the back with different names sewn in around the bird, He has no clue what the names or the bird represent as he bought it at a garage sale. Underneath his jacket, which he usually leaves undone, is either a black shirt with two white lines going horizontally across the chest, about two inches away from each other, and circle around back. This is simply a Tee shirt, and has short sleeves that down go half way past his biceps and stop just below his waist. The other commonly worn shirt of his is that of an odd brown with soft golden leaves going across his chest. This shirt is tighter around his chest and stomach then his other, much more defining with his biceps and at times (usually when hunched forward or leaning back) raises up to show his stomach or back.

Lower body: For pants he wears a pair of Levi Carpenters, which are rather baggy jeans, thin in material compared to most jeans, but extremely durable and flexible at the crotch. Down the back of both thighs are pockets that are held tightly to the pants, but able to carry a few highlighters at a time, or anything else around that size. For a belt he has a simple black leather belt with a simple cross over pattern engraved into the front. The buckle is regular design and appears to be silver, but is something much cheaper but unknown to Odin. For shoes he wears a brand new pair of M1122MC, which is just the fancy name for Nike running shoes.

Hobbies: He enjoys Mountain Climbing, usually nothing to serious, just scaling a 50-foot cliff unless he has a rope, then he might try something more dangerous as long as he has a spotter. Yet, as of late he hasn’t gone out for any thrill seeking climbs, or even a few practice runs.

Extracurricular: He doesn’t do to many things for school, but he does box in some heavy weight bouts, though has never gotten overly serious about going for a title or making himself known.

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Fighting Style: He has a very basic style and that is purely boxing. He doesn’t knee, he doesn’t stomp, and he doesn’t kick. He doesn’t even use his elbows or head butt. All he does is punch, and at occasions spear someone though only when he’s sure he can do it. Now, aside from just boxing he has made a few changes to the classic style and this has actually turned it into his own. He use’s his fists to cause damage, but he’ll not just punch for your body and head, but your attacking weapon, which is usually a fist considering he hasn’t really gotten into Mixed martial arts. He use’s this type of punching to cripple his opponents weapons through their own attack, but also use’s their own attack as a guideline to where he’s going to strike. What he likes to do while counter punching is when throwing a hook or a crossing punch that curves in only slightly, is to throw it either over top or underneath his opponents arm to strike the chin, ear, kidneys, chest, ribs, where-ever as long as the punch follows along his opponents own strike. But that’s just for countering, which he has more then one trick for, when striking he likes to shuffle in while still in stance, sometimes switching to the other side. He then warms his arms up with a small serious of jabs, not meant to cause serious damage, just little taps with quick retractions that will annoy and possibly injure his opponent depending on whether he hits or not, and whether or not his opponent bites his lip or tongue, or he gets a good shot in on the eye or chin. After warming up though he will tend to go into a lot of combinations, which could lead anywhere, the chin, ear, eyes, forehead, stomach, chest, kidney, armpit, Anywhere. It’s because of this that he likes to believe he’s one of the best pure strikers out there, because that’s all he does is strike, and never anything dirty.

Advancements: He’s altered his style slightly because of his recent participation in the underground Tournaments. His addition to his boxing style has been that of wrestling and restraint, as his father had originally wanted to teach him as he grew up. With these skills he’s become a better fighter, though he still has to rub out the edges.

Strengths: He has fast hands, which held contribute to his near deadly punching power. He’s extremely talented at using angles in order to hit people with punches that almost can’t be seen. His body is fairly good at taking some punishment, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll just stand there and take it. In the last few years of serious training he’s begun to bob and weave a lot more, and in doing so he as toned his quads and calves and also giving him an above average lung capacity, which is also contributed to his free climbing hobby, but only partially.

Along with fast hands he has a fairly strong grip, and has begun to use this grip along with his hands and frame to throw his opposition around, usually to the ground while keeping them close in order to ground and pound.

Weaknesses: Well the first major weakness comes from his style; he still doesn’t use his whole body as a weapon, rather just two well-adapted fists with some serious power. That means that his legs, which he never use’s to kick, are at times open for a take down, and it also means that he has a poor ground game when on his back. On his back he’s practically screwed if they want to try and ground and pound him, yes he has a good take down defense, but once he’s down he has to fight much harder then others to get up. His knowledge about any other fighting style comes mostly from the movies, but he’s gained a bit more experience when it comes to fighting most types of martial arts. There’s one final weakness that has plagued him, and that’s his lack of motivation to fight, sure he trains almost none stop outside of school, but he seems to be rather gentle when it comes to fighting.

Personal Items: Though he doesn't have many things that he takes into consideration as his own, he does have a few that he likes to keep with him or just go to.

Championship Badge: This was awarded to him after his fight with Aryck in the final round of the May Tournament. It symbolizes two things- Pride and Respect. Both words are finally printed on the shield shaped badge, which flows together well with the colors of Varron Academy. This badge is now sewn to the left shoulder of his jean jacket, which he wears all the time.

All-Around Gloves: He's had these since he first started getting serious in combat and fighting in the ring. His father first went out and bought them after his punching bag ripped and he went outside and started pounding on the Oak tree in their back yard. Throughout the past five years the gloves have lost their knuckle padding while having an appearance that would disgust some people. The blue leather was now tainted black with streaks from striking bark and other such natural items found in his backyard. The fingers were already cut off, but now their shredded and some are missing- both index fingers have been completely removed, as well as the finger pocket for his right middle finger.

[Odin Reeves]

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History: What can be said about Odin Reeves the 4th? When he was born he came into a family of sisters and became the only boy to ever be part of that cluster of siblings. He was the youngest out of all the Reeves children, and he was also forth to come out, having two twin sisters who were both 5, and another sister who had just turned 3 only a month and a bit before he was born. This put him and his father at a disadvantage for life, always being outnumbered 2:1 when it came to choices of movies, restaurants, games, travel destinations, they almost always had to go along with the more popular vote. Luckily for his father though, and like his father before him, and his father before him, he had an interesting job that required odd hours and vigorous training. For the last 3 generations the Reeves, well actually the Odin Reeves have been Varron Cities bounty hunters. They never became famous for what they did and received their own TV. show, but it did bring home the bacon and it was a family tradition to carry on the legacy. That’s why, even at a young age Odin was trained to fight, only he never developed the skills his father wanted.

Starting from when he was basically able to walk and understand his movements his father tried to train him to become a bounty hunter to make the family proud, but he didn’t really seem to pick up the throws and takedowns that would make things so much easier in his future career. All he did was punch, and punch, and punch. It was like his mind was set on one gear and the clutch was broken. His life could have just been a highlight clip from the age of five to thirteen, him standing in front of his punching bag, circling left and right, switching his feet up, and popping growing fists into the leather bag his father hung from the ceiling in their garage, which had been converted into a training facility. He had small dumbbells that went to the weight limit of 15lbs each, body vests that were weighted down with multiple pockets to hold weights. On the vest alone were over one hundred little pockets that could each be filled with a one-pound sack, and at that age they were, along with two heavy blankets tapped to his shoulders which remained on top of the vest for years to come. This is where Odin really learned how to box with power, and how to really put his hips into each movement. Because of his growing technique he started to really tone his calves as he bobbed up and down in one place, always on the balls of his feet as he shuffled around slowly. His father, though upset that he wouldn’t train with him to become a Bounty Hunter, took him down to the Varron Boxing Academy and set him up in a practice spar with one of their intermediate boxers. At first, standing in the ring Odin looked like a fool, mostly because he wasn’t used to the gloves, mouth guard and practice helmet. But once he got a feel for everything, which was in the second round after he was basically worked over in the stomach and head, he came out with aggression and started off on a series of left jabs, pushing the other boy back slowly, Then once he got him against the ropes he nailed the boys open kidneys with a right hook and slid his left leg back. He then continued on the assault, this time working the boys chin with a series of right handed jabs, and as the boys head snapped back for the third time and he took his eyes off Odin, it was all over. The boy brought his chin back down only to receive an up close and personal front-handed hook, which was delivered almost like a cross. The kid spiraled down with his legs winding around one another before hitting the ground in a impressive Knock out. Odin Senior the 3rd quickly jumped into the ring, giving his son, the winner, a hug as the 5’5, 155lb rookie just stared down at the boy he had just knocked out. Everyone in the Gym who had seen that match recognized talent in his hands, everyone but Odin. He spat out his mouth guard, ripped off his gloves, and removed his helmet before throwing it in a pile of the other used gear, none of which he wanted a part of.

The drive home seemed to be the worst, his father was silent for eight straight red lights before he arrived at the ninth and finally spoke up. He asked his son about his reaction after the match looking for a crystal clear answer; instead he received something he never thought he’d hear. “They gave me a boy scout.” Now his opponent was an inch taller then himself and a couple years older, no boy scout to say the least with his recent standings in a few tournaments, but the way he felt about it told his father not to press the issue and let him figure things out for himself.

Two weeks later they were out shopping for a pair of 4oz gloves, they weren’t made for boxing, but they were made for striking. These gloves were meant for one thing, protecting the knuckles, which is now what he needed after wearing down his fathers punching bag so that it split open in four different areas. Normally that wouldn’t have been the problem, but instead of telling his father he went into the back yard and starting boxing with a 30-year-old oak tree that his father had planted when he was a boy. Both his knuckles and the trees bark took a beating because of this, but Odin said that he’d rather box with the tree then fix the punching bag, and who were his parents to disagree on his training methods. Even though he was wearing the gloves his knuckles, fingers, and the back of his hand still took the occasional beating, which came from him not giving a shit when striking. Usually when striking a target you can’t really move you tend to just straight punch it, but he was throwing hooks and ripping through his gloves at an incredible rate. And only a few weeks after getting the gloves he went up to 165lbs, gaining 10 pounds of punching power in just a couple of weeks, which seemed unreal, but then again Odin was anything but your regular fun loving thirteen year old.

A couple months passed and he grew a couple more inches, but toned his weight to stay at a nice crisp 170lbs, just staying under the required weight limit for a cruiserweight when it came to boxing, though he hadn’t gone back into the ring since. But now he was fourteen and enjoying his last few months of junior high before he’d move on to the Infamous Varron Academy, something he actually wasn’t worried about. So on that faithful morning he stepped out of his sister’s car as she dropped him off in front of the school on her way up to Varron and went over to join his friends in front of the school. He waved good-bye to Ellie, his 17-year-old sister and as she drove away he turned to his friend John Peters, who made the mistake of speaking his mind at that moment.
“Dam Odin, Your sister’s such a fine little Hoe.” John Peters was a year older then everyone else at Varron Junior High, and just about 6’0 with his mind wandering into the prepubescent area of the gutter, but he made a serious mistake of insulting a member of the Reeves family, and one thing about the Reeves is that they are very proud of each other. So, needless to say what came next was a vicious right hook that nailed John straight on the chin and sent him spiraling down onto the concrete with his eyes already glazed over and his mind put into hibernation, and instant knock out. Even though enraged by his friends words Odin was someone of a noble breed, or so you could say if you leave out the sucker punch, but he didn’t follow John down onto the concrete to pound his face into the ground. Instead he simply stepped over him and headed to first class, leaving a late to the scene teacher to try and find out what happened while picking up the limp body of a student. But that wouldn’t be the end of that particular school day, not for John or Odin. John recovered from a searing headache sometime during lunch, and went out with a small group of idle followers to find Odin for some pay back. But his weapon of choice wasn’t his fist, such as his soon to be opponent, it was rather a steel pipe that he had unscrewed from underneath the cot like bed in the nurses office. He was hiding the steel pipe up his sleeve, and as he rounded the corner heading toward the food hole he stopped Odin in line and started running toward him with a primal scream echoing over every other voice. Odin turned around with his right leg and got into a boxing stance but failed to notice the pipe that slid down into the grasp of his former friend, the pipe came across and struck Odin across the stomach as he threw out a single right jab which he could literally feet Johns hair brush against, or at least he could have if his stomach wasn’t so sore. But, Odin remained standing, holding his stomach with his retracted right hand, but standing nonetheless. He stepped back with his right foot as a second swing of the pipe was aimed towards him, this time towards his face, his left hand took over care of his stomach as his right hand turned back into a fist. With Johns shoulder dropped and the pipe about the swing back up to get into position for another attack Odin took this time to move. His step back was like a sprinter getting into position then starting before he finished, and with the balls of his feet touching the ground he sprang forward in a quick step, sending a right hook at a downward angle into Johns chin once again. John dropped down like a penny being thrown off a tall building as he struck the ground and lay there with his butt up in the air and his body scrunched up toward the middle. After that Odin dropped to his knees before a few friends helped him up and walked him to the nurses office, where he luckily only had to stay for a couple of blocks as she continually rechecked his ribs for injury, which never seemed to show.

At the age if sixteen Odin had stopped growing at six feet, and had worked his body over to a clean cut 205. The Varron Boxing Academy got word that he was still training to become a boxer and offered him match against someone from upstate as a rival boxing club was coming down for an annual get together tournament. He agreed for one reason, and that was because while working out the details he was told that he could pick out anything he wanted to fight in his weight division, but what the Coaches didn’t know was that he had both grown and gained weight, 50lbs worth which put him into the other clubs largest category. When the night came he left little chance of getting a ‘rookie’ for an opponent as he picked the 6’5, 240lb Jeffery Baker, who was currently undefeated upstate and who had won his match last year when the Varron Boxing Academy traveled north for the competition. The first round was brutal, both sides just trading bombs, Odin working the kidneys and at times getting a few good smacks on his opponents jaw, while Jeffery worked over his right shoulder and ribs, barely even going for a head shot. The second round was different though. Odin came out with his right shoulder forward like before as he knew it was going to be Jeffery’s target, but as soon as the first punch of the round was thrown by Jeffery, which was a left hook, Odin pushed forward and off to the left and delivered a haymaker left straight to the side of Jeffery’s jaw, which sent him stumbling into the ropes. The rest of the round was rather dull, each fighter sizing the other up with meaningless jabs, occasionally a hook or cross being thrown, but nothing serious occurring. For the next 3 rounds they played Tag, each one trying to out do the other with large shots, Odin usually working over the body and dodging a lot of the haymakers towards his head, but in the sixth round Odin decided that he was done playing, and that he was going to finish this. His corner actually thought he was crazy, lacking the power to go out for a quick finish this late in the fight, but they would soon see that they were dead wrong. The bell Rung, both fighters stepped out and touched gloves, then out of no where Odin pushes forward and does a front handed upper cut into Jeffery’s stomach, catching him off guard with a devastating move which made him bend over, then the final blow was struck, a right handed downwards cross which laid out across Jeffery’s face, causing a ripple effect on his cheek before he hit the ground, both eyes glazed over. “9-10!” The Referees voice came back around that point, as did the rest of the crowd and their cheers, even though it was only a hundred or so people watching, it felt as though he was boxing inside of Madison Square Gardens.

After that night his family went on an outdoors adventure, where exactly he wasn’t sure, but when they arrived him and his father had to set up two separate tents all by themselves, then hall out the coolers and portable barbeque. It was on this vacation that Odin found a 35-foot cliff, and he was rather curios to see what was on top, as well as the view. His sisters and mother had already found a path leading to the top, and their exhales told him that it was quiet a site to be seen. His father soon took off for the path, but Odin took a more direct route. Without a rope or anything of the sort he began to climb up the vertical terrain, his mother and sisters not even realizing he was doing so until his father stepped onto the top of the hill from the path and the youngest of the group wasn’t their following him. As they peeked over the edge towards the campsite they were in a partial state of worry for the youngest member of their family, but then Sherri, the oldest of the twins by two and a half minutes screamed outward and stumbled back as a hand with multiple knuckle scares grabbed onto the top rock. Another hand quickly followed, then came the body of the 16 year old son, who after pulling himself up turned around and laid back with his feet hanging over the edge, small pants escaped his mouth as he smiled. On the way down and back to the campsite he was forced to take the trail, but he didn’t fight against his parents wishes, but did acquire a taste for rock climbing, and did it three or more times a day while they camped.

Odin’s journey through Varron Academy was a rather peaceful one; he never made himself known in the fighting community, or the academic. He stuck mostly to his Family life, getting the Odin Reeve traditional tattoo on his 17th birthday, and even helped his father bring in a drug dealer who was out on bail and who had missed his court date. The chase was a thrill in itself, but what was even better was that Odin was faster then his father, and cornered the guy in an alley way, and when his father arrived the drug dealer was crouched up in the corner with a swollen right eye and a bloody lip, Odin was just standing there in stance, slowly stepping forwards and backwards, his arms moving around in small, slow circles. It was because of that capture that the reality experts at the TV station wanted to do a show after the Reeve’s family, but one the first week the camera man was shot in the left shoulder. Allegedly Odin Senior had shot him, but that is still pending investigation and there’s a strong amount of evidence to state that Odin Reeves the 3rd did not in fact shoot the man in the shoulder, despite them arguing earlier that day. Other then that ‘big break that got away’ nothing seriously interesting happened in Odin’s junior year, and he’d just have to return to Varron for his final year to see what the world has planned.

Recent History: Though Odin has remained a ghost for the better part of his Senior year, and will most likely attempt to remain by himself in the future, he has made some social appearances in crowded area’s, crowded area’s in which he was the center of attention. For no exact reason except to test him-self he entered the tournaments held at an abandoned warehouse. He knew of the brutal competitors that fought there, and wished to see how adept he was to their form of fighting. While he may not have been able do anything spectacular he was able to impress a few people, or so it seemed because he was able to make it to the finals in his first tournament. His first win during the may Tournament came by knockout. Being a boxer this could be expected, but his tactics-though clean- were what would surprise so many. He had turned from Boxer to wrestler while fighting his shorter opponent, and managed to brutally mutilate him after throwing him to the ground and mounting his chest for the old fashion ground-and-pound technique.

The second round came by judge’s decision, but once again he was able to surprise his opponent by getting him to the ground and began to punch. He was quickly stopped by whoever was in charge, seeing as his opponent’s facial protection was somehow lost in the middle of his slam, and thus his face was unprotected from the fists that knew only one thing. The third round however was complicated in itself. Odin had won, but it seemed to be by forfeit. To this day he wasn’t sure what was running through his opponents mind, but has decided to look forward, rather then back into the past.

The final round of his first tournament was one like no other he had received. For the third time in a row he was facing someone taller then himself, but he had the obvious strength and weight advantage. They went back and forth in a rally before his opponent seemed to get the upper hand with dynamic rolls and holds that ended up having Odin sprawled out overtop of Aryck’s back. But before his opponent could roll him overtop and head into whatever move was planned Odin was able to force his way out with brutish movements and an overpowering hold on his opponents arms he was able to reverse their position. From there Odin dominated, getting to the point where his grasp on his opponents arms would cause his shoulders to dislocate if they already hadn’t. But while he pleaded with him to submit his opponent would not, and attempted various movements to escape. Finally, after an attempt at a groin shot had failed, Odin threw his opponent over his head and they were face to face once again. Odin, just like at the beginning of the match moved in, this time to finish it. After a failed beginning assault his opponent tried to counter with a blow to his knee. Only problem is that Odin had set himself up for such a move, and counter with his left fist, striking the back of his opponents tender right knee. That move, along with all the others, had finally put his opponent into a state of pain and inability to continue. Odin turned around, raising his right fist in triumph, as he became the Tournament Champion on his first go.

Since then Odin’s remained mainly to the shadows, he participated in another tournament to attempt to defend what he had just won, but in the semi-finals he was beaten in the judges decision. On his way out however he was told that while he lost it was a close decision, meaning it could have gone either way. Odin didn’t need to hear this to get his spirit back up, as it had never fallen. Since then the Eidolon of Varron has yet to make an impact, though has become a bit more public in his last remaining months at Varron Academy, at least as a student.

Odin’s Transfer, Pre and Post: Allot had happened since Odin’s second tournament. Finally gathering enough money he moved from his parents humble abode to try and make a living on his own. Despite still attending his last year of high school he was sure that he’d make it through with little hassle. His first night away from home he went to the Edge, the home of Legion in which he had become a member in the previous months. While enjoying his first, and last taste of alcohol, he was joined in toasting his departure by Taiku, formerly known as Kazuki by his close and personal friends. Odin recognized him from the halls of Varron before his graduation, yet couldn’t quite place Taiku’s face with a name other then what was given. As such Odin knew, or rather knows, nothing of Taiku’s prior life, but neither cares nor wants to know.

While enjoying his drink a job opportunity arose, as well as a place to live with an affordable monthly cost. The apartment was just what Odin needed, and the job suited his expertise quite nicely. Both were accepted without so much as a second thought, and it now came down to Odin not only a member of Taiku’s gang, by an employee of his fine establishment.

A few weeks passed with little incident before Odin registered in another tournament. This one however had stipulations thrown into play. The first round was absolutely normal, and as such it was his type of fight. He was able to use his superior striking and grappling ability to defeat his opponent through simpler tactics. The second round however involved the addition of 75% of his body in weights. That equaled roughly 360lbs. Yet this actually made things easier, as he was able to quickly out strike his opponent and send him to the floor in an unconscious heap. The third round, the semi-finals, became the most difficult, as he not only fought with half his arsenal taken away, but against his leader and employer. Yet Odin held nothing back, taking a few blows and delivering some himself, even outsmarting his leader a few times, going for various submission maneuvers with only one hand. It was risky, as the first one failed, but the second time he was able to secure a leg lock for a few moments before his opponents other leg began to rain down upon him. He switched over into another series of offense, but the judge had called the match over in favor of his leader, who later went on to win the whole thing.

After the tournament, his second semi-final placing after taking the whole fighting world by surprise, Odin’s left went back into a more repetitive loop. Things began to slow down before the attack on The Edge. Odin did his best to defend not only himself, but also those around, but in the end the fiery concoctions enveloped the bar in flames. Yet Odin’s hands were not clean in this mess. He had taken several men down, striking at them with an explosive furry that few have truly witnessed, and even fewer have felt. By the end of the night his right hangs middle knuckle was popped out of place, and his left hands index finger was dislodged. Yet it mattered not.

After the school was closed down and transfer papers handed out, Odin set off in an old ‘rust-bucket-of-a-car’ for San Francisco. He left a few days before the mass majority of the students were to be shipped out to separate schools, and thus gave himself the time to not only stop and pick-up a few things along the way, but also arrive ahead of the districts schedule. As of now he’s currently located in the Hircine Dorms, rooming with an unknown, as they haven’t shown themselves.