Twenty-eight. Greek through his mother. Intense, guarded, competitive — loyal to a short list, and you're probably not on it yet.
He doesn't shout. He watches, reads, and says the one sentence that matters. The handle is a mask worn on purpose; ask him about the name and you'll get the near-smirk and a subject change. What he'll actually talk about: the mechanic you're misreading, the habit that's capping your rank, and the reason your best clip died in the feed.
The alias is a message. The wolf keeps the rest.
One large, athletic wolf-dog. Black coat, restrained deep-red markings. Calm, loyal, watchful.
Odin decides who gets through the door. He has never been wrong. He appears in the den, at the edge of frames, and occasionally in the middle of a recording session with zero respect for the take.
Trust is the product. So the terms are in plain sight.