Alias: Wolf

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Height: 5 ft 8

Weight: 59

Basic Appearance: Standing at 5 ft 8, Wolf has the build of a warrior and the appearance of a gentleman. His figure is suitable for fast offensive moves and running/dodging attacks. He has tan and rough skin. His hair is short and blonde. His eyes are blue - a very beautiful shade of blue - clear and bright. He has a pair of wolves ears and a wolf tail. His clothes mostly consist of an unbutton t-shirt, a brown coat and pants with the same color. His face has many different expressions but the most commonly expression on his face is a innocent, cute look that can be used to fool others.

Personality: "...huh? personality? why do you ask such questions? Of course I have no personality...I have too many masks even I forget about my true self..."

If he uses his power to change form into another person, about a week or more after he has changed back, his personality will changed in order to fit the person he has taken the form of. His personality has a large variety in this time...ranging from hot-head, dark, cold, sadistic, malicious to calm, gentle, shy, serious, playful...etc In other words, he can have almost every kind of personality in this state. It is best not to anger him in this state since his actions cannot be predicted properly. However, there're two things in his personality that cannot be changed no matter what forms he takes. Those are his loyalty and his obsession. His loyalty towards the queen is as stable as the mountain and as hard as steel, cannot be shaken by any means...just like his obsession with Red. He has a love-hate relationship with her. On one hand, he can die for her without a second thought or jump down a cliff for her but on the other hand, he wishes to rip her heart out, cut her into tiny pieces and then throw the remains into the fire. He has the same relationship with his masks, his facades. He loves them because they help him to hide his real self from the rest of the world but he hates them because they make him lose his true self.

Then...what is the real Wolf? What lies beneath those masks? Those cheerful, dark, gentle, cold, hot-headed, calm, loving, sadistic... facades? Well, there isn't much beneath them. Without the masks, Wolf is just a broken creature, a victim of the dark side of the world, the victim of cruelty and mistreats. He is the pup that has been forced to grow up too soon, he is the pup that has been forced to witness the other side of the world at the age of 5, and he is the pup whose only wish is to love and be loved by someone else. Broken beyond repair, Wolf is nothing but a mere shell without soul. Maybe his masks help him more than he thought. Maybe they help him sparkle a light inside that body.

Calm, cold and focused...those words fit Wolf best when he is not in one of his 'multiple personalities disorder'. He speaks when he needs to and offers his opinion in necessary situations...nothing more, nothing less. He prefers to stay in a corner, listening to others and see the problems in different points of view...which is quite easy to do since his personality is constantly changing anyway. He's almost never sent on an assassination mission and his main job is to collect information by various means. But whenever he's in an actual assassination mission, he tends to be merciless and sadistic, always trying to please the queen. He doesn't try to form any real relationship between others, claiming that it will make him weak. However, he tends to have a soft spot for the four generals as well as the wicked queen and her secret weapons. Of course, he will never say that out loud...he has a reputation to keep after all.

To the ones he needs to take advantage of, he's a charming prince sort of guys. Always keeping a gentle, bright or kind smile on his lips, Wolf offers these people what seems like excellent advises and slowly takes what he wants without making his victims become aware of this. That is also the kind of mask he uses in front of a crowd in order to make them worship him...though he doesn't like the attention at all...so, if he can help it, he will never try to make people focus on him...he isn't an attention-seeker anyways.

In conclusion, there are 3 different personalities of Wolf that people often see the most. His 'big bad wolf': The dark part of him, formed when he turns into all sorts of monsters. This part is sadistic, malicious and merciless. He often use this to imitate his enemies. His 'cute, innocent and harmless wolf': The light part of him, created when he takes forms of the light creatures. This personality is shy, gentle, kind and charming, is often used to deal with people that he needs to take advantage of, a large crowd or making his enemies underestimate him. And he calls the last part the 'real wolf': his real personality: calm, cold and focuses. He uses this part to deal with the rest of the situations. When he has to deal with the queen or the other generals, when he's alone or when he's plotting to take Red. Of course, beside three main personalities, his personality will constantly shift from one form to another one...

Likes: "I don't particularly like anything..."

• The Wicked Queen
• Little Red Riding Hood
• The Dark Court
• Meat - Raw meat
• Full moon
• Wars and Chaos
• His facade
• Manipulating people
• Information

Dislikes: "And I dislike too many things to name..."

• The Woodcutter
• Little Red Riding Hood
• The White Order
• Vegetables
• Peace
• Being laughed at or looked down
• His facade
• Feline
• Betrayals

Psychological Disorder(s): Of course, for someone that can turn into other people and be affected by their personalities, Wolf is relatively sane. His most obvious mental problem is his obsession with Red - a very dangerous obsession and can't be satisfied or cured until he has Red. Another mental problem of his is that he has a serious case of multiple personalities disorder - a thing that can easily be explained seeing that every time he changes into a new person, he gets a bit of their personalities.

Background: "Hmm...my past, huh?"


He was born in a happy family with a loving Mother, a loving Father and many siblings. Even with his abnormal ability, his family still accepted him and treated him just like everyone else. His early childhood filled with love, happiness and dreams. He dreamed of becoming the greatest wolf ever. He dreamed of making his family proud. He dreamed of being accepted into the human community. However, no happiness lasted forever and just before the day he turned 5, he was dead…maybe not the physical death, the one that made his soul leave his body but the death that made him want to die over and over again. His whole families, 15 members, were slaughtered brutally in front of his very eyes…by a human – the Hunter. Wolf had witnessed the entire thing from his hiding spot, unable to do anything and helplessly watched as his Father, his Mother and siblings all left him…He was haunted…by their dead eyes and the moment the Hunter left, Wolf ran out of his hiding spot, collapsing in front of their bodies, crying and yelling and begging them to come back to life.

A five-year-old Wolf ran out of his hiding spot with tears running down his cheeks as he collapsed in front of his family. ”P-please c-come ba-back…p-please d-don’t leave me…p-please Father, Mother, Brothers, Sisters…p-please…I promise I w-will never d-disobey you a-again…I promise I w-will share my t-toy with y-you…I pr-promise I w-will l-listen t-to your p-problems…I p-promise I w-will help y-you w-with the c-chores…I p-promise…p-please…come back…” He shook his Mother and Father and yelled in terror as their heads rolled into his feet. Unable to hold his lunch any longer, Wolf began to empty his stomach; the pain and sadness in his eyes were so deep that no one could even measure it…Why? Why were their eyes so dead? Where was the happy glint in their eyes? Why did they have to leave him? All of them? What was the point in living like this any longer…with no one but himself?

Slowly, Wolf took the knife on the kitchen table, his shaky fingers touched the cold mental and he closed his eyes…He might as well come with them…maybe they could be a family again in Heaven…He raised his knife and tears were running down his cheeks freely but he didn’t bother to wipe them.

”Stop, son…don’t do that”

Wolf dropped his knife in fear and turned around only to see…no one…absolutely no one…he was alone…all by himself…with no one around…then who? Whose voice was that?

”…It’s us…we combine our spirits to talk with you one last time…please live happily, son…please make us proud…don’t die…survive…and follow your dream…”

”…Mother? Father? Brothers? Sisters? i-is that r-really you?”

”…yes, It’s us, you silly wolf…now, wipe away those tears…and live happy okay? Promise with us that you will survive…”

”…a-alright…I p-promise…”

”…good pup…we have to go now…take care of yourself, will you? Don’t disappoint us, little bro…”

”…n-no, d-don’t l-live…please…I c-can’t live without you…”

…silence…

”…NO!!!! PLEASE COME BACK…COME BACK… COME BACK…PLEASE…”

The young wolf cried again, his whole body trembled but he made no move to grasp the knife like last time…Slowly, he pushed himself up and wiped the tears on his face. He gritted his teeth and put on a faked smile ”…I promise…I will survive…and make you proud of me…”

And the wolf did keep his promise. With his special ability, the Wolf began to learn how to fake, how to hide, how to disguise himself. Every day he would learn something new, he would observe the humans to see how one lie to the other and learn from experience. He became a master of disguise…He wore many masks and hid behind layers of façade. But he was alone…he loved no-one, cared for no-one and didn’t expect anyone to care for him…

But then one day…she came. She treated him like no other did. She thought of him as an equal…as a friend…she healed him when he was injured and helped him whenever he was sad…the Wolf did not know how but slowly, he began to fall for the little girl – the little Red Riding Hood. Of course, she never knew but he didn’t care…he loved her…and that’s all…His life had become so simple…everyday, he would come and hide behind a big tree, silently observing her from the distance and help her whenever she needed without making her notice him. He even thought of telling her the truth and stop hiding behind his masks. His love turned into obsession as he allowed no harm came to her but he stopped anyone from trying to be friend with her…maybe that’s why…she thought she was shunned…but that was just his love…his misplaced love for her. And that was then…the Hunter came…his nightmare came back to haunt him. He was not the same one that had killed his family…but Wolf saw him as an enemy…a threat to his happiness nonetheless. He was a simple woodcutter and he lived on the outskirt of the forest. He saw him interact with his Red a few times and instantly, he thought that the woodcutter wanted to take away his love just like how the Hunter shattered his happiness. His jealousy took the better of him and that day, with his mind prepared, he came to little Red’s house.

”…excuse me…Is Red home?” A teenager asked as he scratched his head and knocked the door with an innocent expression…”…I want to give her something…” The boy explained as the old woman – Red’s grandmother eyed him suspiciously ”…alright, come in…” The old lady grunted as she opened the door and allowed Wolf to come inside the wooden house.

Wolf’s eyes turned from warm and caring mixed with confusion to dark, cold, insane and evil as he turned into his wolf form. His lips curved into a dark smirk and he said in mercilessly ”…thank you, madam…thank you very much for your generosity…”

And Wolf hurt the old lady. She was a witch. She was strong and so he couldn't kill her...yet. However, it didn't matter. He grinned maliciously as he began to rip off her right arm…oh, how he missed eating human! It had been a long time since he last ate them…He had had given up on eating humans the day he saw Red but now? There was nothing that could hold him back from his bloodlust. There was a soft knock on the door and the Wolf sniffed. Oh, little Red had come back. He shifted into her grandmother’s form and opened the door for her, pretending to be the old lady while the real one was being locked in a closet nearby.

It didn’t take long for Red to realize something was seriously wrong…the wolf cocked his head and bared his teeth. He consumed Red whole instead of eating her limbs like how he did with her grandmother…He sent the closet that contained the old lady an annoyed look. Somehow, the old hag was still alive. That was strange…very strange. He grinned and shrugged his shoulder…well, they would die soon anyway…if he couldn’t have Red by himself…he would take her by any other means…and even that meant he would have to kill her in order to have her…not that he thought she would mind…He knew his Red loved her…He just knew it!

Then, the woodcutter came…He killed the wolf…he destroyed the beast with his weapon. Wolf howled in pain…what was happening? Why did this keep happening to him? Why couldn’t he have happiness? Why couldn’t he have his love for once? Why did the woodcutter have to cut off his stomach? Oh gosh, it hurt…so very, very much! He screamed in pain and withered on the floor but no one paid any attention to him as the woodcutter – his Hunter continued to destroy his dream in front of his very eyes…again. Why all human had to do that? Why all humans, even Red, just had to take away his dreams? What was wrong with wanting to be loved? What was wrong with taking your loved ones? What was wrong with his methods? They thought he had died that day…and so, they left him to rot while Red and the Woodcutter went away to heal the witch.

Slowly, the Wolf groaned and crawled out of the house. He was at death’s door…he was about to die…He couldn’t die…He had promised…He had promised that! He would survive…he had to survive! His survival instinct kicked in and he had, somehow, been able to hide and heal in one of his victims’ house – the three Little pigs. They were like all of his former victims; fell for his charming words and his façade. They believed him to be a good guy – a good wolf. How naïve! He hid there and began to heal his wounds. His love for Red was still there but it had been twisted into something worse…It had been twisted and molded into something between obsession and hatred. He hated her and loved her at the same time. He manipulated the pigs, making them believe he was the victim of this all. He twisted them to believe that he was the best one to become their boss – he made them think of him as a friend and something higher than that…He began to plot his revenge….He would use them for his own good…but he would need a shelter…someone to protect him while he was doing all of this.

Luckily, his prayer was answered this time. He met the Queen – the first and probably last person he promised his loyalty to. He worshiped her because of her cunning, of her head and of her ability. He became her personal information specialist and one of her advisors. He followed her like a lost puppy and he informed her about the information he had collected while she protected him and gave him the means to complete his revenge…

"Oh yes, Red…just you wait…I will make you regret your decision for all eternity…how dare you refused me!...I will make you suffer, Red…until you beg me to become your mate!!!! HE HE HE HE HE”

Partner: "If I can't have Red, I will have none!"
The closet things he considers partners are the Three Little Pigs but they're more like his little minions than partners.

Current Story: Currently, Wolf is in one of the four generals for the wicked queen and plotting everyday to take what he believes is rightfully his - Little Red Riding Hood - Red. And of course, he also needs to re-pay his queen for what she has done to him, too...she has given him the means to revenge and protected him after all...

Weaponry: "...huh? Weapons? You think a master of disguise and information specialist like me need a weapon?...pff, as if..."

Wolf doesn't have a specific weapon because he tends to avoid fighting or engaging in a combat situation, prefers running, dodging or plotting in the background...However, if he's forced to fight, he will use his claws to fight. His claws are very hard and lethal. If one's not careful when they deal with him, they might have permanent injuries.

Powers "Powers? Oh dear, I don't have any powers...not at all..."

Wolf has the ability to shift into another person... literally. He can mimic their appearance, their voices, their actions and to some certain extends...even their personalities. However, his power has a fatal weakness. Once he has shifted into someone else, he will, somewhat, become the exact person he disguised as and thus, if he uses this for too long (a month or more), he can lose his true self and become the person he mimics. After he has transformed back, his personality will still suffer a little bit...he often calls these sufferings the feedback. Basically, he will get a small piece of personality from the one he has mimicked earlier and these problems often lasts for a week or longer, depends on what kinds of persons he changed into, how long he changed into them and how strong their wills are. Because of the dangers his ability gives him, Wolf always prefers to use his charm to get what he wants rather than turning into a new person.