Odin Arius Kast

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==Description==
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5’ 6
Weight: 150
Age: 18
Place of Origin: Selean, Cairhien
==Stats==
Rank: Trainee
Weaopon Score: 2
Philosophy: Not Choosen Yet
Primary Weapon: 
Secondary Weapon: 
Tertiary Weapon: 
==History==
Odin was born in Selean, Cairhien. 
He was born into a minor noble’s house and had all the
luxuries he needed. He, however, didn’t like them. He
would refuse having a good life if he could, but he
couldn’t run away. So he stayed and he learned from
many scholars to shape his mind accordingly, so that
he may battle free of emotion against the Aiel
savages. He learned the status of every country,
financially. He knew how to defend himself in a fight,
whether mentally or physically.
Everyday after his morning exercises and weight
training, he would drag his feet to breakfast. After
his meal, he would meet with scholars who taught him
to clear his mind and keep his thoughts organized.
Once they were done teaching, it would be lunch time
and he would eat his lunch with a ravenous hunger.
After lunch he would practice basic sword movements
with the House blademaster. Gripping his sabre he
would face his master. He could remember one spar:
Odin would Retreat then forward Crossover with a Slash
and his master would Advance then Parry Odin’s Slash.
Odin would try to thrust and that would get Parried
before he could blink, then his master would Thrust
and Odin wouldn’t get his sword up in time. 
He could remember it clearly because it was the only
spar his father had seen. His father died three months
afterward and his family was sent spinning into
poverty. From there and on he had to work to give his
mother and little sister a place to live and food to
eat.
One day when he was posted at the near Western gate,
the unthinkable happened. He was scouting the small
clumps of dense forests when he heard the alarms of a
bandit attack. He didn’t know which direction it had
come from except that he wasn’t it wasn’t here. He ran
to the Northern Gate where his family lived. 
He saw his house in flames and what was left of his
family burned alive near the door. He saw a bandit
with a torch, his face heavily scarred. He couldn’t
take it, he was still too young. He dove into the
group of bandits; he slashed and killed what he could
with complete disregard to anything he was taught. He
was knocked out by a shield. 
Upon waking up, he noticed a small smile from a
friend. “He’s awake.”
His fellow scouts which he had become good buddies
with, laughed and had a great time. Odin could do
nothing; he couldn’t get the livid nightmare of seeing
his mother and his sister by their house…
He needed revenge, he would have it. He would kill the
savages who had killed his family, even if he needed
to kill every last one to get the correct one. So, he
began his journey to the only place he would achieve
enough skill to become such a weapon against the
savages. He went to the White Tower and the home of
the Warders.
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