Likes: Large dogs, stabbing implements, magics, (his own) chauvinism.
Dislikes: Being upstaged, large crowds, running.
Wylf lives (sleeps and eats) on the same "Plane" or "Level of existence" that the Gambit's Bar is generally considered to be occupying. He spends more of his time, however, in the freezing, mountainous abyss of Cragynstan (referred to by other names in other languages). In Cragynstan, goblins, orcs, elves, humans, gnomes, and intelligent badgers fight each-other in an almost all-out free-for-all war over nothing in particular than a mutual dislike. The normal staple of fantastic creatures liven up the various battles-dragons melt ice caps and flood valleys, giant birds of prey swoop up whole horses-but play little major role.
Cragynstan is devoid of "Common" materials like cobalt, metals than can't be worked into tools. It has plenty of precious gems, gold, and a freak vein of silver known as "Moonstone" by the elves of (rough translation) "Holy Rock" by goblins. Iron, bronze, coal, wood, and rock are all plenty common to hold a medieval war; no guns, bombs, or tanks.
Speaking of which-the warring groups of Cragynstan have had a long-respected treaty against firearms, percussion weapons, chemical agents, or explosives. Everyone agrees it is far too unfair if a wizard or sorcerer (such as Wylf) could simply "Poof" to Gambit's, buy a nuke, "Poof" back, and end the war. I mean, where's the fun in that? There isn't any at all, and it defeats the purpose of clubbing each-other upside the head.
In addition, there's a give-and-take policy with armor. No power armor, no electronics, nothing can't be made of reasonably organic materials or such as can be found in Cragynstan. Ballistic armors, like kevlar or BDUs, have only recently (and begrudgingly) been allowed into combat. The gasmask Wylf wears is under heavy debate (and if he loses the debate he will be sentenced to a violent and humiliating death), as is his use of magically-induced chemical warfare. (He didn't produce a bomb, he did what anyone can do, so what's the problem?)
The difference between a wizard and a sorcerer is as important as it is small. A wizard, or "Book magician," reads a scroll or an ancient tomb to learn his spells. He must steady, memorize, and specialize.
A sorcerer, or "Born magician," has an innate ability he or she taps to use his or her magic. This is usually because either a powerful-enough wizard higher on the family tree had children or a dragon (or equally-magical creature) shape-shifted and had fervent child-making sessions. Wylf is of the latter (a sorcerer, not a dragon's bastard child).
Wylf is capable of spontaneously developing characteristics necessary to save Nevermore90's reputation, quite on a whim. He started to sing at perfect pitch, painted an epic battle involving tiger-dragons violently applying their sexual organs as weapons against the penguin-hating lesser-hoblins of the west Andes, and sculpted an exact 1:10 figurine of himself to full detail. Just because he can.
Those items however poofed out of Gambit's existence and into Wylf's house back in Cragystan.