Wolf, Michael

War is overdue, The time has come for you

None currently.

Aim, shoot, kill your leaders

- Wallet
- Keys
- Personal phone
- Work phone
- Handgun

Warped and bewitched, Time to erase whatever they say

The young man stands roughly at 5'11" with a slender yet fit build and weighs approximately 145 lbs. His skin tone is that of a pale color, and easily burnable if in direct sunlight for too long. His hair is a blonde color, somewhat paled, and is groomed, per say, to look his part of a gentleman. His eyes are a strikingly cold blue, a haunted look seemingly filling them from time to time. He often is seen wearing a white suit with mostly blue dress shirts and a black tie - something that had grown to be a habit for him due to how he was raised. However, he can be occasionally seen in casual clothing that makes him look rather normal. Michael has no scars or birthmarks to speak of, but can be seen wearing a silver ring on his pointer finger of his right hand. He carries a gun on him at all times, concealed naturally and the safety always on unless he has it in his hand.

Oppose and disagree, Destroy demonocracy

Michael is a relatively quiet person, preferring a good book and a nice cup of coffee over someone trying to talk his ears off. Though despite how quiet he can be, he does enjoy the company of others at times even if he won't speak much. However, once he gets to know a person he will be more likely to speak more than usual. He has this cold demeanor about him that doesn't really let others get too close to him, but once someone is able to break past a wall or two they can see that he really is just a relatively normal...person who likes to hang out and occasionally have some fun some way. He can be a pretty serious person when it comes to getting something done, always making sure to be cautious first and reckless later. When comfortable around someone, Michael opens up a bit more and is a sarcastic person, as well as going the extra mile to tease someone if he so feels like it. Though, just because he is quiet and can be occasionally nice, he can get pretty fierce and, if anything, scary as well. He hates it when people try to push his buttons, bother him, or even try to mess with those he deems as 'friends'. He won't hesitate to lash out at someone if driven to that point, and he won't care who it is if he is pushed even further. But Michael does know his limits and when to back down from a fight, despite possibly wanting to punch someone's face in terribly so. When backing down from a fight or argument, he will most likely sulk and give the evil eye to anyone who tries to bother him for a few hours up to a day or so, depending on how big or bad of a fight or argument it was.

These people are torn, Wild and bereft, Assassin is born

Michael grew up in a wealthy family of six, his four siblings more outgoing than he was. His family lived in France as Dukes, or Duchess if concerning his mother, and he was known as Michael Cousteau. He was the youngest in his family and was either doted on by his parents or flat out ignored most days. He didn't really mind for he had books to read and a home tutor to keep him company as he learned. He didn't care much for friends either, for his siblings brought plenty home to give him enough of socializing even if from afar. He was always a loner growing up, and he never really cared to be on anyone's side if something were to come up. 

Time passed and Michael had drawn into himself more and became more uncaring of others, believing that everyone would abandon him one way or another. Betraying his trust of being there for him only to not be there when he needed them most. When he was fifteen, he had already gotten into a routine of being invisible to those in the house. He merely stayed silent and only spoke up when he was noticed and spoken to, not caring to make his presence known if he were to be ignored by some means. He would often spend most of his time alone trying to figure out this power of his, but without the needed guidance for this he never really got a good handle over it.

Michael left his home by the age of sixteen, having been fed up with how things were going and knowing that they most likely wouldn't notice. He traveled away from his home and stopped in the furthest place he could get to and there he changed his last name to Wolf. He won't ever tell what his original last name was, nor does he care to be compared or reunite with his family if found out. He eventually joined forces with Kyrarei, having no real care as to who he helped nor who he didn't. He didn't, and doesn't, care what he needs to do for the man, just so long as he gets paid and has a place to call home pretty much. He doesn't trust much people anymore due to the fact that his own mind is warped on the idea of them betraying or abandoning him at some point. However, his trust can be built if given the proper situation and companionship of other people.