Theme Song: Linkin Park - Valentine's Day
Gender: Male
Nickname(s): William Wolf
Age: Appears about twenty years old
Appearance: He is tall and handsome with a good build which gives him a lot of strength and an advantage on women and even men. He wears classy cloths and sometimes you can find him smoking or having a civilized conversation with people. He has scars all over his knuckles and on his knees and also several tattoos with no meaning to others but to him he says, "They hold their stories." His eyes are very sly and his skin is pale but tough, he's a very intimidating person.
Personality: He's a pretty mysterious guy, it's hard to tell what he's thinking or even what he's doing, but everything he does in life has a reason. He's charming and charismatic and also very kind and polite, but when the time comes he can become the Devil himself and be as brute as a bear. He doesn't like to be told what to do and he always has a plan and is very sure of himself.
Likes:
- singing
- playing guitar/piano/violin
- the morning chill
- rain
- cats
Dislikes:
- having unwanted trouble
- pushy people
- hot days
- being ignorant
Skills:
- fighting
- singing and playing
- hiding
- persuading
- keeping secrets
History: What to say? . . . About a man who cannot die unless Death dies or he is murdered, about a man who is Life itself, about a man who knows about all and none, about a man who represents joy . . . About a man who never chose this, about a man who is probably just as apathetic as a rock, about a man who is not even truthful to himself, about a man who doesn't know who he really is or wants to be. . . . What to say? Because he has a past, but it's so long, so uneventful. At first it was the life of a king, praised by all because he was the one whom gives life, but then he realized it was all lies that they cherished him only for his life giving gift but not for who he was.
Life left, he hid behind a fake name, William Wolf, and he learned to sing, to play to be a small street performer and to work. He became a normal person and slowly was forgotten or just cherished from the sides of life for example when someone says, "Thank god I'm alive," but nothing more and William prefers it to be that way.
. . . What to say?