Post by Violinist on Aug 1, 2008 17:40:59 GMT -5
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Username: Violinist
Gender: Male
Other Character(s): Michael Paladin
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Name:
Odin Ángelus Amaterasu
Alias:
The Ever-Changing Assassin
Age:
59. Appears 39
Gender:
Male
Race:
Half-Human, Half-Fae
Alignment:
Villain
Origin:
The Discworld
A large world that floats freely through space carried on the back of four elephants which are in turn carried on the back of Great A’Tuin, a giant turtle.
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Appearance:
Personality:
Odin Ángelus Amaterasu is the kind of man who would stab you with a cheery smile on his face and then stab you again and again and again and again... and again until he gets bored or the knife breaks off in your spine somewhere. He goes around the world with a smile on his lips, a glimmer in his eye and a knife in someone else‘s heart. In fact, his heart is so filled to the brim with a kind of happy, childish potential for evil and murder that some heartless have even ignored him on occasion, only realizing their mistake when they find the knife in their eye.
Odin has also shown signs of kleptomania. Those signs include stealing everything valuable you may have on your person and stealing everything that isn‘t bolted down and on fire. He has even managed to ‘liberate’ enough stuff from a ransacked town to buy a small house. His explanation?
“They took everything that wasn’t nailed down. I did.”
Odin is also fully capable of acting innocent. He‘ll stand there, surrounded by a mist of blood and a rain of falling body parts with stolen jewelry in his pocket with an expression of hurt innocence on his face and say “Me? What did I do?” And then, when you look him in the eye, deep down, you can see that Odin is in two minds about everything but instead of being in conflict they are in competition. Odin has a demon on both shoulders, urging each other on. And when you see the demons looking back, that means you took your eyes off his hands which, by now, one of them held a knife and the other just stabbed you with one.
Odin also has a low idiot tolerance, meaning that he will stab, fry, gut and/or otherwise slaughter them on sight. This is only a part of the general homicidal mania that defines Odin and, from his point of view, everybody who doesn’t stab people regularly is an idiot. Of course, that would mean that he would have to commit universal genocide if he wanted to rid the world of stupidity, but it helps a lot when you don’t know who to trust. Also, Odin has an impressive list of evil acts on his resume. That list, which encompasses miles and miles of paper, human skin and the scrawling of madmen written in blood, includes dropping rocks on babies, dropping babies on rocks, taking over hell for a few days before getting bored, overthrowing several kings and pushing their kingdoms into a bloody civil war, setting fire to several cities and stabbing a literally uncountable number of people. That’s just a small fraction of his impressive list of actions in this universe. In other words: You have been warned.
When acting under pressure, Odin shows remarkable talent for keeping a cool head as far as homicidal maniacs go. He may choose to remain silent, attacking you from the shadows or he may decide to draw any weapon within his reach at the time and rush at you while laughing that unexplainably horrible laugh that predicts a very short and painful future involving screaming and bleeding on your part and then a hefty sum of money and some more chuckling on his part. Odin has also shown a remarkably high tolerance for pain, taking brutal torture as if it tickled him, leading one ruthless dictator to try and make him laugh himself to death before he went back to bed to experience a very short and horrible nightmare before being stabbed.
Odin has also shown an amazing talent when it comes to talking himself, or others, into and out of trouble, even giving a member of his team a mild tendency to wear women’s clothing and spout random gibberish after only a few days. He also uses that skill when it comes to scamming people for all they’re worth and more, often talking them into signing a contract filled with legalese that basically states:
“I, [insert name], hereby give Odin Ángelus Amaterasu everything I own, owned and will ever own and swear to do whatever he commands me to do no matter how foolish, immoral and sadistic. I also swear to be loyal to him for the rest of my life, if I do not do this, my life is forfeit.”
When among people, Odin‘s people skills reveal themselves and he comes across as a very friendly, charismatic person. A casual flirter, womanizer, great dancer, a music lover and an all-around nice guy who you can quite easily be friends with. That is, until he stabs you sixty-odd times.
His time with the Unseelie Court has not changed him much besides plunging him deeper into his insanity. He is craftier than before and slyer than a buildingfull of foxes. He has become more careful with his words, thinking before he even considers opening his mouth. He has also become arrogant, no longer thinking, but knowing he is the best and anyone who challenges that claim will die. If he were faced with an omnipotent god that would decide whether or not he would spend his afterlife in eternal paradise or eternal torture, he would laugh in his face.
Since the Princeling wiped his memory, Odin has been having strange dreams every night of two things. A crystal orb radiating with magic, and a girl. Now, despite the fact that money and fame are still a large factor of his desires, he also feels a burning need to find those two things, as if they would bring back every single one of his memories.
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Class: Mage
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History:
Born in Ankh-Morpork, Odin Ángelus Amaterasu grew up in the Shades, an area of the city that would require either a large government donation for improvement or, for consolation, a flamethrower. Odin had a normal childhood (normal by Ankh-Morpork standards, that is), and joined one of the many street gangs who warred over the Shades. He was quite scrawny as a kid and so tried to stay away from the fight, but it was there that he made his first kill. It felt strangely invigorating. After that, Odin moved on to practice his fighting skills until he could fight on par with the rest of his fellows and they became the dominant force over a sizeable chunk of the shades.
A few years later, Odin, now an orphan, decided to enroll in the Assassin‘s Guild. Despite his low position and medicore fighting skills, the Guild recognized his potential and took pity on the fact that he had no parents. In hindsight, they probably should have looked a bit closer into that. Odin was enrolled in the Cobra house and began an extensive training in the various arts of murder, elegance and etiquette. He learned to dance, play the flute, violin and guitar, he learned to fit in with almost any crowd imaginable and he learned to kill people in many ways, although he chose to specialize in poison and its various applications. When it was time for the final exam, known as The Run, Odin passed automatically. This was due to a rule that stated that if a student managed to inhume his teacher before or during the run, he would automatically graduate with perfect marks.
What followed was a long and successful career as Odin raked in money and renown. He was responsible for many official deaths, but rumors quickly surfaced that he was also responsible for many deaths that were ‘off the register’. Towards the end of his career, the results of Odin’s missions became more and more bloody until the Guild began to consider him a threat to their reputation and they charged him with numerous accusations of breaking guild rules, protocols and, worst of all, ignoring the Guild’s motto: Nil Mortifi Sine Lucre, which can be translated as “No killing without payment”. The trial took place without Odin’s knowledge and the only proof of it ever happening was Headmaster’s signature on the million dollar contract placed on Odin’s head and claimable by any who could bring it to the headmaster. With nearly the entire Guild after him, Odin fought his way out of the Guild’s grounds and quit the city, losing an eye in the process.
Traveling north to the Ramtops, Odin enlisted the services of a coven of witches, three doctors, a traveling wizard and a duck to implant a seer’s crystal into his empty eye socket. Once the operation was complete, Odin could see everything and everyone, including the other worlds that great A’Tuin passed so often by unknowingly. While he murdered the team of people who had implanted the eye, Odin considered what he was going to do with this newfound knowledge and eventually decided to sail to Krull, which is a kingdom on the very edge of the Discworld, and throw himself over the edge.
There was one thing that Odin overlooked, though, and that was the fact that space is quite cold. In fact, Odin froze to death while falling and he went to Hell for the uncountable number of evil deeds he had done. It was there that he learned that Hell had actually had to invent new and crueler punishments in order to facilitate for Odin’s eternal damnation. Not liking the sound of that, Odin went on a murderous rampage, eventually reaching Satan himself and dethroning him, making Odin the new king of hell.
Thrilled by the power the position entailed, it took Odin only five minutes to solidify his control over hell and five more minutes to make it worse than it was. Fifteen minutes into his rule, the realm of eternal damnation had become indescribably brutal and painful. Satisfied, Odin went on to kill some more people until, five minutes later, he woke up in Traverse Town, having thawed out while entering the world’s atmosphere and then landed safely in a pool of jelly that used to be a pond before it was influence by the randomness of Discworld magic.
After the initial confusion and anger at being thrown out of hell, Odin started to recognize the myriad of new opportunities that these worlds offered. He quickly found other people who called themselves Assassins and, after defeating each and every one of them in combat, Odin singlehandedly took control of Traverse Town’s criminal underworld. Becoming bored after a month, Odin bought a Gummi Ship and began to travel in order to hone his skills and master the use of his eye. What followed was a long journey where Odin mastered the use of several weapons and invented new ways of applying poisons and other general tools that could be used for killing people. After nearly a decade, Odin had become one of the most famous and feared assassin’s in the entire universe.
After forging a name for himself, Odin decided to return home for a while and see what he could learn from the various people he had observed there. It was then that he learned more about magic from wizards, he learned about headology and the power of stories and Boffo from witches and it was there that he designed one of the most unusual, but effective weapons that exist. The ‘sword-chucks’. They consist of two very sharp swords of whatever length, sharpness or design the owner wishes and a very long chain to prevent the user from cutting off his own arms. The long chain allows the wielder to throw one end a considerable distance and it also gives the weapon considerable reach when spun around. The art of using this weapon has been referred to by Odin as ‘Swordchuckery’. Naturally, Odin sold this design to many, many, many weaponsmiths for a disgustingly large amount of money.
Over the next couple of years Odin’s name went from being known and respected to being used to scare little children. The man himself became a myth, with no way of tracking him down even though many tried. There were some who, in their foolishness, tried to adopt his name in order to gain more fame or make themselves seem stronger, but they always died gruesome deaths in one week, earning Odin’s name the reputation of being cursed.
Then there was one person who changed his life. It was a girl who had just emerged from the corridors of darkness after her world was destroyed and she wound up on destiny islands. As soon as she woke up, a man tried to murder her and Odin killed him. The girl became his apprentice as they traveled together and avoided the strange organization that was hunting her. Odin also joined up with another organization consisting of mercenaries for hire. What he did not expect, until he saw the organization’s leader signing the contract for Odin’s assassination and his apprentice’s kidnapping, was that he was overpowered and the girl was taken to Agrabah. Determined to rescue his apprentice, Odin followed and faced off against the organization’s leader. The battle was evenly matched and devastating to the surroundings, but Odin won after using the enemy’s own ultimate attack, Gáe Bolg, against him.
His victory was short-lived, unfortunately, because Odin sustained multiple injuries in the fight, including one that lost him his eye by nearly cutting his head open. Before he could even touch his apprentice, he collapsed in the sands and died of his wounds. However, he did not end up in Hell (they probably didn’t want him anyway). Instead, he wound up in some very strange place.
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It was a dome-shaped throne room. At first glance, it seemed huge, the throne in front of him surrounded by hundreds of groveling servants. And when he looked again, it was not large at all. Everything seemed... twisted somehow. The man in front of him was just as twisted, but glowed with such magic that he could barely make out his shape.
“Hello, Odin. I am Dolan, and I would like to hire you.”
Without hesitation, Odin replied. “What’s your offer and what’s the contract?”
“You work for me until I decide I don’t need you anymore. The payment is your choice.”
By that time, Odin was looking suspiciously close to denying the offer. Then he asked one question. “Your aura. It looks like fae magic.”
“Correct. I am a Princeling of the Unseelie Court of the Fae.”
“I’ll take a boon for every command I fulfill. And five in advance.”
The princeling smiled. “Wonderful! Oh, and we get to take your memories and your eye. Sorry.”
“Wha-”
Everything went black.
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Odin Ángelus Amaterasu woke up, remembering nothing except his name, his fighting skills, and his supposed “master” and his payment plan. He also had an eyepatch where something had been. Something important. After expending his first five boons, he was immediately sent on a mission, and then another, and another. Between the many missions the princeling assigned him, Odin had relatively free reign of what he did and where he went. He managed to puzzle together a small part of his past, such as the fact that he’s incredibly famous and very, very, very rich, but the rest is blank. It’s been twenty years now, and the only thing Odin has done that’s worth mentioning (besides killing a lot of people and becoming richer and richer until he almost sweats gold) is join an organization. A group of like-minded individuals working towards a common goal which, in this case, is to steal and kill and make themselves rich. Led by one of the greatest thieves in history (besides Odin himself, of course), F.i.n.a.l N.i.g.h.t has become his second-largest source of contracts and money.
So, children, if you hear whispers of a monster travelling in the dark, if you see a man in a black cloak with a roguish smile on his face and a glimmer in his eye, stay away and be afraid, because the monster is in town. And it knows how much money you’re worth.
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He took way too long. xP
Oh, and Avenger gave me permission for the shapeshifting.
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Username: Violinist
Gender: Male
Other Character(s): Michael Paladin
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Name:
Odin Ángelus Amaterasu
Alias:
The Ever-Changing Assassin
Age:
59. Appears 39
Gender:
Male
Race:
Half-Human, Half-Fae
Alignment:
Villain
Origin:
The Discworld
A large world that floats freely through space carried on the back of four elephants which are in turn carried on the back of Great A’Tuin, a giant turtle.
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Appearance:
Physical Features:
Lithe and supple, Odin possesses the kind of body that only a lifetime of careful training and killing people can give. There is little to no body fat on him, making room for his strong, compact muscles and making him look almost scrawny to lure opponents into a false sense of security before he brutally murders them. However, that is only the form he usually takes and his build can vary from time to time depending on the situation. Odin’s height, though variable, is almost always approaching seven feet.
Facial Features:
Odin‘s hair is a silvery-white, its light color almost fading into grey, but a little lighter, and it compliments his somewhat dim and pale complexion. This hair style makes him stick out in crowds, because of its unusual color, and one who seeks him out in a crowd would have no trouble at all if he didn‘t wear a hat that hides most of his hair. It’s basically long, it hangs down below his nose all around and nearly to his shoulders at the back. His bangs are usually parted to the sides of his face, and usually cover up his crystal eye.
Except for his right eye eye, which is covered with an eye patch that not even he can remove, Odin‘s regular eye is octarine, the color of magic which can only be seen by wizards and cats. Octarine can be described as a fluorescent greenish-yellow purple, but most humans would only perceive them as a deathly grey. His eyelashes are long and 'pretty', making most people wonder if he wears eye liner when they see him from a distance, but up close it’s clear that he doesn't. His eyes are caucasian, slightly slitted but mostly round, having a kind of anime shape. Over his right eye, extending just past the eye patch, is an obvious scar with stichmarks around it from an event which has some significance, but he does not know why.
Clothing:
On his head, Odin wears a rather sharp-looking hat with a feather in it held up by a wide, shining gold band. The hat is always arranged so that it covers at least half of his eye patch while still managing to maintain the kind of roguish style that Odin prides himself of. It is good for covering up is silvery hair that makes him easy to spot in a group of people.
Odin wears a long black cape that is completely wrapped around his upper torso, leaving a slit at the front of the cape large enough to let his arms go wherever they need to. It hangs down around his backside all the way his ankles, and is held together at the front by a golden brooch that displays the assassin‘s guildcoat of arms. Under the cape is a close fitting, black, long sleeved shirt along with a pair of black gloves.
Covering his lower half is a pair of loose-but-still-close-fitting black pants that tuck into his boots and are held up by a black belt that also holds his sword, as well as several holsters for knives. There is a black leather holster containing nothing in particular strapped to his right leg and over his left leg there are three straps that seem to serve no particular purpose other than holding a set of lockpicks and whatever Odin wants to keep with him but can‘t put in his pockets for some reason. Odin also wears two black boots polished to a shine with the tops folded down.
Odin is someone that oozes roguish good looks and murder at the same time. He walks like a cat, looks like one of the better kind of gods without the tentacles, speaks like an angel, laughs like the sound of bells and yet manages to radiate an aura of ‘murder you in your sleep’.
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Personality:
Odin Ángelus Amaterasu is the kind of man who would stab you with a cheery smile on his face and then stab you again and again and again and again... and again until he gets bored or the knife breaks off in your spine somewhere. He goes around the world with a smile on his lips, a glimmer in his eye and a knife in someone else‘s heart. In fact, his heart is so filled to the brim with a kind of happy, childish potential for evil and murder that some heartless have even ignored him on occasion, only realizing their mistake when they find the knife in their eye.
Odin has also shown signs of kleptomania. Those signs include stealing everything valuable you may have on your person and stealing everything that isn‘t bolted down and on fire. He has even managed to ‘liberate’ enough stuff from a ransacked town to buy a small house. His explanation?
“They took everything that wasn’t nailed down. I did.”
Odin is also fully capable of acting innocent. He‘ll stand there, surrounded by a mist of blood and a rain of falling body parts with stolen jewelry in his pocket with an expression of hurt innocence on his face and say “Me? What did I do?” And then, when you look him in the eye, deep down, you can see that Odin is in two minds about everything but instead of being in conflict they are in competition. Odin has a demon on both shoulders, urging each other on. And when you see the demons looking back, that means you took your eyes off his hands which, by now, one of them held a knife and the other just stabbed you with one.
Odin also has a low idiot tolerance, meaning that he will stab, fry, gut and/or otherwise slaughter them on sight. This is only a part of the general homicidal mania that defines Odin and, from his point of view, everybody who doesn’t stab people regularly is an idiot. Of course, that would mean that he would have to commit universal genocide if he wanted to rid the world of stupidity, but it helps a lot when you don’t know who to trust. Also, Odin has an impressive list of evil acts on his resume. That list, which encompasses miles and miles of paper, human skin and the scrawling of madmen written in blood, includes dropping rocks on babies, dropping babies on rocks, taking over hell for a few days before getting bored, overthrowing several kings and pushing their kingdoms into a bloody civil war, setting fire to several cities and stabbing a literally uncountable number of people. That’s just a small fraction of his impressive list of actions in this universe. In other words: You have been warned.
When acting under pressure, Odin shows remarkable talent for keeping a cool head as far as homicidal maniacs go. He may choose to remain silent, attacking you from the shadows or he may decide to draw any weapon within his reach at the time and rush at you while laughing that unexplainably horrible laugh that predicts a very short and painful future involving screaming and bleeding on your part and then a hefty sum of money and some more chuckling on his part. Odin has also shown a remarkably high tolerance for pain, taking brutal torture as if it tickled him, leading one ruthless dictator to try and make him laugh himself to death before he went back to bed to experience a very short and horrible nightmare before being stabbed.
Odin has also shown an amazing talent when it comes to talking himself, or others, into and out of trouble, even giving a member of his team a mild tendency to wear women’s clothing and spout random gibberish after only a few days. He also uses that skill when it comes to scamming people for all they’re worth and more, often talking them into signing a contract filled with legalese that basically states:
“I, [insert name], hereby give Odin Ángelus Amaterasu everything I own, owned and will ever own and swear to do whatever he commands me to do no matter how foolish, immoral and sadistic. I also swear to be loyal to him for the rest of my life, if I do not do this, my life is forfeit.”
When among people, Odin‘s people skills reveal themselves and he comes across as a very friendly, charismatic person. A casual flirter, womanizer, great dancer, a music lover and an all-around nice guy who you can quite easily be friends with. That is, until he stabs you sixty-odd times.
His time with the Unseelie Court has not changed him much besides plunging him deeper into his insanity. He is craftier than before and slyer than a buildingfull of foxes. He has become more careful with his words, thinking before he even considers opening his mouth. He has also become arrogant, no longer thinking, but knowing he is the best and anyone who challenges that claim will die. If he were faced with an omnipotent god that would decide whether or not he would spend his afterlife in eternal paradise or eternal torture, he would laugh in his face.
Since the Princeling wiped his memory, Odin has been having strange dreams every night of two things. A crystal orb radiating with magic, and a girl. Now, despite the fact that money and fame are still a large factor of his desires, he also feels a burning need to find those two things, as if they would bring back every single one of his memories.
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Class: Mage
Weapons: N/A
Abilities:
Base Ability: Shapeshifting
Because of his past, Odin has an unhealthy amount of magical energies stored in his body. His frequent dealing with the highly magical Fae, sometimes in their own lands, has magnified this amount a hundredfold. This has actually resulted in Odin being able to consciously control the form of his body. His sick, cruel and twisted imagination has allowed him to take this ability and use it to twist his body into unimaginably horrible shapes.Sub Abilities:
Limb Growth
This ability allows Odin to consciously cause the magical particles in his body to react violently with each other and attempt to escape his body. At the exact moment they reach his skin, Odin can manipulate them to create new limbs of any size or shape anywhere on his body, be it a head, arm, pincher or tentacle.
Protein Control
Another aspect of Odin’s power to control the form of his body is his ability to manage his protein production to generate, form and control is bones. This also allows him to produce claws and carapaces anywhere on his body. He could even make his bones protrude from his body in the form of spikes, blades or blunt implements.
Muscle Growth
The third and final (until he finds some other source of magic to juice into his body, mutating him even further) ability is Odin’s power to shape and form the magical particles in his body to create any kind of muscle. This is pretty straightforward, actually. The muscles are subject to the limits of the human/whatever animal they come from body.
Items: N/A
Equips: N/A
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History:
Born in Ankh-Morpork, Odin Ángelus Amaterasu grew up in the Shades, an area of the city that would require either a large government donation for improvement or, for consolation, a flamethrower. Odin had a normal childhood (normal by Ankh-Morpork standards, that is), and joined one of the many street gangs who warred over the Shades. He was quite scrawny as a kid and so tried to stay away from the fight, but it was there that he made his first kill. It felt strangely invigorating. After that, Odin moved on to practice his fighting skills until he could fight on par with the rest of his fellows and they became the dominant force over a sizeable chunk of the shades.
A few years later, Odin, now an orphan, decided to enroll in the Assassin‘s Guild. Despite his low position and medicore fighting skills, the Guild recognized his potential and took pity on the fact that he had no parents. In hindsight, they probably should have looked a bit closer into that. Odin was enrolled in the Cobra house and began an extensive training in the various arts of murder, elegance and etiquette. He learned to dance, play the flute, violin and guitar, he learned to fit in with almost any crowd imaginable and he learned to kill people in many ways, although he chose to specialize in poison and its various applications. When it was time for the final exam, known as The Run, Odin passed automatically. This was due to a rule that stated that if a student managed to inhume his teacher before or during the run, he would automatically graduate with perfect marks.
What followed was a long and successful career as Odin raked in money and renown. He was responsible for many official deaths, but rumors quickly surfaced that he was also responsible for many deaths that were ‘off the register’. Towards the end of his career, the results of Odin’s missions became more and more bloody until the Guild began to consider him a threat to their reputation and they charged him with numerous accusations of breaking guild rules, protocols and, worst of all, ignoring the Guild’s motto: Nil Mortifi Sine Lucre, which can be translated as “No killing without payment”. The trial took place without Odin’s knowledge and the only proof of it ever happening was Headmaster’s signature on the million dollar contract placed on Odin’s head and claimable by any who could bring it to the headmaster. With nearly the entire Guild after him, Odin fought his way out of the Guild’s grounds and quit the city, losing an eye in the process.
Traveling north to the Ramtops, Odin enlisted the services of a coven of witches, three doctors, a traveling wizard and a duck to implant a seer’s crystal into his empty eye socket. Once the operation was complete, Odin could see everything and everyone, including the other worlds that great A’Tuin passed so often by unknowingly. While he murdered the team of people who had implanted the eye, Odin considered what he was going to do with this newfound knowledge and eventually decided to sail to Krull, which is a kingdom on the very edge of the Discworld, and throw himself over the edge.
There was one thing that Odin overlooked, though, and that was the fact that space is quite cold. In fact, Odin froze to death while falling and he went to Hell for the uncountable number of evil deeds he had done. It was there that he learned that Hell had actually had to invent new and crueler punishments in order to facilitate for Odin’s eternal damnation. Not liking the sound of that, Odin went on a murderous rampage, eventually reaching Satan himself and dethroning him, making Odin the new king of hell.
Thrilled by the power the position entailed, it took Odin only five minutes to solidify his control over hell and five more minutes to make it worse than it was. Fifteen minutes into his rule, the realm of eternal damnation had become indescribably brutal and painful. Satisfied, Odin went on to kill some more people until, five minutes later, he woke up in Traverse Town, having thawed out while entering the world’s atmosphere and then landed safely in a pool of jelly that used to be a pond before it was influence by the randomness of Discworld magic.
After the initial confusion and anger at being thrown out of hell, Odin started to recognize the myriad of new opportunities that these worlds offered. He quickly found other people who called themselves Assassins and, after defeating each and every one of them in combat, Odin singlehandedly took control of Traverse Town’s criminal underworld. Becoming bored after a month, Odin bought a Gummi Ship and began to travel in order to hone his skills and master the use of his eye. What followed was a long journey where Odin mastered the use of several weapons and invented new ways of applying poisons and other general tools that could be used for killing people. After nearly a decade, Odin had become one of the most famous and feared assassin’s in the entire universe.
After forging a name for himself, Odin decided to return home for a while and see what he could learn from the various people he had observed there. It was then that he learned more about magic from wizards, he learned about headology and the power of stories and Boffo from witches and it was there that he designed one of the most unusual, but effective weapons that exist. The ‘sword-chucks’. They consist of two very sharp swords of whatever length, sharpness or design the owner wishes and a very long chain to prevent the user from cutting off his own arms. The long chain allows the wielder to throw one end a considerable distance and it also gives the weapon considerable reach when spun around. The art of using this weapon has been referred to by Odin as ‘Swordchuckery’. Naturally, Odin sold this design to many, many, many weaponsmiths for a disgustingly large amount of money.
Over the next couple of years Odin’s name went from being known and respected to being used to scare little children. The man himself became a myth, with no way of tracking him down even though many tried. There were some who, in their foolishness, tried to adopt his name in order to gain more fame or make themselves seem stronger, but they always died gruesome deaths in one week, earning Odin’s name the reputation of being cursed.
Then there was one person who changed his life. It was a girl who had just emerged from the corridors of darkness after her world was destroyed and she wound up on destiny islands. As soon as she woke up, a man tried to murder her and Odin killed him. The girl became his apprentice as they traveled together and avoided the strange organization that was hunting her. Odin also joined up with another organization consisting of mercenaries for hire. What he did not expect, until he saw the organization’s leader signing the contract for Odin’s assassination and his apprentice’s kidnapping, was that he was overpowered and the girl was taken to Agrabah. Determined to rescue his apprentice, Odin followed and faced off against the organization’s leader. The battle was evenly matched and devastating to the surroundings, but Odin won after using the enemy’s own ultimate attack, Gáe Bolg, against him.
His victory was short-lived, unfortunately, because Odin sustained multiple injuries in the fight, including one that lost him his eye by nearly cutting his head open. Before he could even touch his apprentice, he collapsed in the sands and died of his wounds. However, he did not end up in Hell (they probably didn’t want him anyway). Instead, he wound up in some very strange place.
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It was a dome-shaped throne room. At first glance, it seemed huge, the throne in front of him surrounded by hundreds of groveling servants. And when he looked again, it was not large at all. Everything seemed... twisted somehow. The man in front of him was just as twisted, but glowed with such magic that he could barely make out his shape.
“Hello, Odin. I am Dolan, and I would like to hire you.”
Without hesitation, Odin replied. “What’s your offer and what’s the contract?”
“You work for me until I decide I don’t need you anymore. The payment is your choice.”
By that time, Odin was looking suspiciously close to denying the offer. Then he asked one question. “Your aura. It looks like fae magic.”
“Correct. I am a Princeling of the Unseelie Court of the Fae.”
“I’ll take a boon for every command I fulfill. And five in advance.”
The princeling smiled. “Wonderful! Oh, and we get to take your memories and your eye. Sorry.”
“Wha-”
Everything went black.
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Odin Ángelus Amaterasu woke up, remembering nothing except his name, his fighting skills, and his supposed “master” and his payment plan. He also had an eyepatch where something had been. Something important. After expending his first five boons, he was immediately sent on a mission, and then another, and another. Between the many missions the princeling assigned him, Odin had relatively free reign of what he did and where he went. He managed to puzzle together a small part of his past, such as the fact that he’s incredibly famous and very, very, very rich, but the rest is blank. It’s been twenty years now, and the only thing Odin has done that’s worth mentioning (besides killing a lot of people and becoming richer and richer until he almost sweats gold) is join an organization. A group of like-minded individuals working towards a common goal which, in this case, is to steal and kill and make themselves rich. Led by one of the greatest thieves in history (besides Odin himself, of course), F.i.n.a.l N.i.g.h.t has become his second-largest source of contracts and money.
So, children, if you hear whispers of a monster travelling in the dark, if you see a man in a black cloak with a roguish smile on his face and a glimmer in his eye, stay away and be afraid, because the monster is in town. And it knows how much money you’re worth.
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He took way too long. xP
Oh, and Avenger gave me permission for the shapeshifting.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao