Odin



Description
there stood a man, clad in tattered clothes, a ragged sweater and some dirty sweatpants. He was old, very old and his long beard and his long hair were white as snow. He looked at John with a brown eye and a blue eye that was so light in color that it was almost white. He was leaning on a stick and had a curious look on his face.

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First Observe
Mr. Wednesday

Lv. 1 (Or maybe not?)



RP: +50 (I like your style, and I like your standpoint, so you're good in my eye)

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Reference


Description
The fourth and final figure looked, by far, to be the oldest of the lot. His face, largely hidden behind a trimmed grey beard, was wrinkled with age, but there was wisdom that glimmered from his one good eye. His dress style, however, left a lot to be desired. He wore baggy clothes, covered in grime, with a dirty sweater ripped straight from the 70s to complete the look of a hobo. He watched the argument unfold with a cool head, but he honestly looked a little baffled by everything that was going on.

Latest Observe
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Hobo Disguise
He was dressed in a ratty old coat, one that reminded John of old soldier jackets from back home. It had clearly been through a lot, as the cameo patterns on it were quite worn and the various edges of the coat were frayed in several locations. Beneath that John could see an equally ratty and old t-shirt, with words that had long since faded to obscurity. The man had a long white beard, one that nearly reached to his belly, and hair that was almost as long as his beard. Atop his head he wore an old army cap, as well as an eyepatch over his left eye. John saw that next to the man was a large daypack and a walking staff, both of which were covered in various knick knacks.

True Form
Odin reminded John of a king of warriors. They were colored red and purple, with soft grey wolf fur heming the corners. Around his neck were several chains of gold, as well as the teeth and claws of great monsters that must have fallen to Gungir, which turns out was the true identity of the staff in Odin’s hand. His eyepatch changed from a simple black cloth to one made of gold and steel, looking quite ornate and regal on the eye of the king of the gods. His grey hair quickly became neat and tidy, and his ravens appeared from seemingly nowhere to land on his shoulder. Finally, his dog began to grow and change, revealing to not actually be a dog, but a majestic white eight legged horse. It snorted a few times, stamping its hooves and breaking the silence with a loud whiny. ‘Odin… and his horse Sliepnir…’

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Trivia

 * Enjoys playing Dnd
 * Odin is "friends" with Nancy, The Horned Rat, Hemet, Inari and Aurora
 * Due to his alias being Mr.Wednesday his friends call him Wendy.