Name: Detective Odin Frederick

Gender: Male, straight

Age/DOB: 50@RC, October 27, 19XX

Origin: Aperturth, originally from Boston MA, moved to St. Louis MO

Family: Formerly engaged, unknown status; family deceased before RC

Other: though his family didn't induct him into their dealings, they were hip-deep in the corruption of Boston's political machine, and this may be why he both became a police officer, and why he left Boston

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 230, had been up to 260 but after the Resonance Cascade he has been forced to start shaping up, and particularly after arrival to the Rookery world. However it doesn't really seem like his dragon cares how heavy he is, as he's a bit of a chonker himself; he is not well toned, but he has no particular health issues due to his size

Hair: medium brown, obviously balding, generally with a combover - he's snubbed the idea that he should just shave it all off and keep only his rather amazing beard; that said he does have a rather amazing beard, greying around the edges but everyone thinks it is magnificent

Eyes: greyish brown, a weak overall tone, almost hazel grey but with the hints of brown; intense, wrinkled from squinting and looking all detective..y

Appearance: caucasian, 'wizened', tends to burn and peel; almost always as shown with slacks or loose jeans, a flannel or official shirt, and an inexplicably nice tie; is never without his holster, and it's possible that he took it from his first police partner in Boston after his death; does have a strong Bostonian accent, which has never left him even after spending half his life elsewhere

Genetic Abilities: None known, though he displays 'genetic battery' potential without having any specific latency

Icarus Processing: none, did not openly benefit from the Resonance Cascade's unusual alteration, but Melissa says he may very well be of use for splicing. If he's up for that, why not

Image Credits: Paragon

Skills or Profession: Well versed in police activities, from beat-cop routes, gang sign and tag recognition, as well as detective work and investigation tactics. He did well in school and passed his Bachelors in Legal Theory with flying colors. He would have likely gone into prosecution and justice if not for the very negative connections he had to the mafia in Boston. He takes time to research and understand a situation before jumping in guns ablazin, and he has been known to talk his way through extremely volatile situations with no shots fired. He has a calming presence even in the face of extremes, so if he ever loses his shit everything is already bad enough that nothing can salvage it. He enjoys target shooting, but also is oddly attracted to gardening, tai chi, and aikido: he studied Japanese arts and crafts, fleshing out his worldly-wise experiences. As such he does put together a really lovely floral arrangement as well as having a bonsai tree that he somehow smuggled along on his entire journey. In this current era, he's had to learn how to ride a dragon, as he feels it wouldn't look good to the others if he didn't, and his dragon thinks this is terrific.
Personality: blunt and to the point, but he is ever the optimist, and won't comment negatively until he knows it's not going to damage anyone's ego. He does have a penchant, an unfortunate one at that, of womanizing and being a touch on the racist side regarding anyone he sees as 'somewhat Mexican'. He enjoys gambling and watching movies, and he's good at only one of those... Hates it when food goes bad - he was gonna eat that! Also, that is disgusting, he will throw anything away that even hints at being bad food.

Events or History: As above, he was born and raised in Boston, where his rich uncle got richer by working with the local mob bosses supplying them with cheap hotel arrangements with no questions asked. His parents were killed in a shootout at one of those hotels, when he was a junior in high school, but he managed to keep himself independent and legally outside the Family's clutches. Becoming a cop in order to try and restore some sense of justice to the world, he quickly realized that in his home town that just wouldn't be possible, particularly after his first partner wound up literally drowned in a bathtub. Leaving that city behind, he headed to St Louis and has spent the last 20 years or so working his way through the city's justice department. When the Resonance Cascade hit, he volunteered to help get the escapees and experiments back into the right place - never realizing that it would probably be the last time he saw his homeworld.

He greatly prefers to remain at the Grounds, considering that the escapees are going to be under control in the desert (well, mostly) and not bothering anyone. He can spend his 'retirement' with the hippies and carnies, though those groups tend to mistrust him because of his background, he has started winning them over with his gardening and relaxation techniques. He stays in the housing area near Dragon Tower 6, but also takes regular trips - sometimes daily - to the Cafe.

Dragon

Name: Slobber
Gender: Male
Size/Shoulder/Length: Small (chonky) 6' s / 30' l / 40' ws
Colors: very dark graphite for the most part, with darker patches of shiny scales on limbs, neck, tail, and face; belly from neck to tail is blue, graded from grey into a more solid blue and then faded with white; backs of wings have blue 'aurora' streaks, while undersides have added sparkly blue 'stars'; tail fin has medium blue with very faintly lighter spotting, rump fins have medium blue spots; area around eyes has tiny shimmery blue star marks and pattern that make it look like his eyes 'glow', they do not glow however; all nubs, ridges, and claws are graphite; eyes vibrant royal blue
Features: Night Fury, though a chonky one that's more broad with heavier neck and hips than most
Powers: Winged Flight, Slobber is strong but wobbly in the air, and it's quite the challenge to remain on his back. He can fly solo for around 100 miles without tiring, though about a quarter of that if Odin is riding him. He is not really a 'stunt worthy' dragon, however he has been known to do amazing tricks in pursuit of a good meal...
Camouflage and Teleportation, unlike most Night Furies, Slobber does not teleport in any way, but he can alter his coloration in a sort of sparkly haze - very similarly to Nightwings and to a small extent to Rainwings from another world, and he is taking instruction from them on how to focus this effort.
Communication and Learning, like most Night Furies Slobber is quite smart, though he's more singleminded in his enfautation with food and lounging around than most. He's never needed to be told twice how to do something - and seems to really understand Odin on a deep level. They are not empathically or Vortally linked, but behave so similarly that they just 'work'. He can hear and sense vibrations with his 'ears and nubs', and has an outstanding sense of smell (and taste presumably), particularly for live prey and hot donuts.
Spark Breath, yeah, no. The best he can do with this 'weapon' is produce a kind of blue siren light, which does work to hypnotize small prey and that's okay for hunting.
Eat Anything, though he can't consume metals or stone, Slobber's been known to suck down toxic waste, whole bushes, gasoline, deer carcasses, half a Gonarch, literally all the donuts, you name it - he's put it in his mouth and enjoyed it. He presents hilarious body and facial expressions depending on whether he liked it, its quality or lack thereof, and whether he's smug as hell about having eaten your donuts.
Parentage: Unknown Night Furies, unrelated to any others on the Rookery
Origin: Adopted from FurryGamer2003, with lines by ElectricAdopts on Deviantart, HTTYD (c) Dreamworks
Other Info: Though he fancies himself a gourmet he is much more of a gourmand - he loves to eat, he's not picky about it, but then again he's a dragon and doesn't distinguish the subtle difference between those words... Neither does Odin, for that matter. They make a fantastic team.