Name: Wolfgang "Wolf" Schaffer
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Image: Nationality: Austrian
Policy: Hunter, the idea of Taming a dragon sounds wuh-hey too complicated...
Strongest subjects: Design Technology, Mechanics and Electrics
Description: The picture pretty much tells it all. He's burly but not in a particularly "ripped" way, he's really just honed for physical activity, tomfoolery and getting away from authority figures in a hurry. He tends to always wear two layers of clothes; one close fitting (for when he needs to work with machinery) and one baggy for just lounging around. His clothes are usually dirtied with grease, flux, oil, solder, sawdust...you name it.
Personality: The most blunt assessment Wolf ever heard given of himself was that if his brain worked as quickly as his hands, he'd be a genius, and if his hands worked as quickly as his mouth, he'd be a god. He talks at a hundred miles an hour and has the fidgetiest hands in existence. He's always gotta be doing something with them. Someone once gave him a Rubiks cube once, but that was a bad shout. He just pryed it open and glued it back together solved. He's very goofy, but harmless.
Back story: Wolf's family came to Canada early on, and he spent a lot of time in his father's electric repair store. It was the kind of place where you took things to get fixed that most bigger stores would simply tell you to throw out and buy a new one. Not only did this mean Wolf developed 'the knack' for fixing almost anything, it also meant he had a "mend and make do" mentality drummed into him early on in life. That certainly served his whole family well after the asteroid hit. Since then, both he and his father have gotten their hands dirty wherever possible, fixing things up, building things out of salvaged parts. Wolf's not a master of the art yet by a long shot, but there again, that's what the Academy is for.