Profile of Odysseus

He’s an imposing wolf both in behavior and stature. He stands at 36 inches tall and tips the scales at nearly 180lbs. His height compliments the arrogance that he exudes as he looks down at those beneath him. He is neither lean nor husky, he sits somewhere in the middle. But don’t be mistaken, he is an immoveable force. Well toned muscle encases study bone suggesting that he’s built more for brute strength rather than speed.

Wearing a cloak of ebony, he lacks any other color on his pelt aside from the nearly invisible speckling of white hairs where scars have heeled. Perhaps his most captivating feature is his eyes, an inviting shade of purple, they draw you in like windows to his dark soul.

He is full of charming smiles and sweet nothings, utilizing his good looks as a weapon. A dazzling smile here, a touch of flattery there, he is no stranger to a woman in his bed, even if she's a different one every night. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt just as much as the end game, if not more so. A predator through and through, he is as cruel as he is charming, capable of tossing you from his bed to the chopping block with little care. His hands are stained with the blood of many, their survival or demise never promised.

His moral compass doesn't point straight, he prefers to make his choices based on what would serve him the best, He is a titan not only by birth but by creation too so it comes as no surprise that he oozes confidence that teeters dangerously close to arrogance. His trust and loyalty are offered to none, not in any meaningful sense. He may play favorites, offering a lend hand to those he prefers, but he's not laying down his life for anyone or risking himself.

Highborn, he is the eldest son of his parents, he was set to inherit everything. Growing up, he enjoyed every thing his station afforded him. He did not have a bad childhood, his parents loved him and he was well cared for. There was and is, something wrong with me. A conqueror from a young age, he took what he wanted, when he wanted it. Being highborn and good looking, women flocked to him, not only inflating his ego but also warming his bed. While he was a part time whore, he was a full time warrior. Wielding a sword was second nature to him and it didn't take long for him to earn a reputation.

But all that would change at the start of war, when his parents were murdered and him, along with his siblings were thrust onto the streets. The trio would stick together for some time before inevitably parting ways to make their own lives. He stayed mostly within the mainlands, using his reputation to his advantage. It didn't take long for him to find his way into their Thieves Guild, taking a place as a sell sword of sorts. If you had needed someone to disappear, to answer some questions, he's your man. Eventually his name became known, whispered in the shadows something or someone needed to be taken care of.