Name:Meys Wolf
Age: 22
Race: Hunter
Gender: Male
Occupation: Police Investigator
Appearance:
Personality: Meys is a clever and not-that-outgoing person. He prefers silent nights over noisy days but knows how to give a good talk. A person of morals, Meys has his feet attached to the ground as nails to the wood; he always puts what seems morally correct to him first rather than just act for the moment. Also, Weys is a hell of a gentleman, he respects every little member –Excepting for Body-Jumpers- of the society and gives women the treatment they deserve as the beautiful flowers they are.
Background: Ah, childhood is a beautiful thing to remember, doesn't matter who you are, you'll always have good memories of a smaller-you doing non sense things just for mere fun and entertainment, but this isn't how Meys remembers his. His father, Alexander Wolf, was the chief police in those times; the first thing Weys knew was that his mother died when gave birth to him. Alexander educated his only son through the path of justice and good-willing. No kid games, no "fun with your friends", no running off the streets; each time he wasn't in school, he had to go the Police Department with his father, which there trained his son to be a man of good, also taught him self-defense techniques. And so, Weys grew up being exactly what his father wanted him to be, it didn't last long until Weys first met his grandmother –Yes, he didn't know his grandparents- introduced by his father, but this familiar reunion wasn't just for him to meet his antecessors.
It was time for Weys to take count of the world hidden at his back, the horrible things that were actually happening, things that just a few members of the society knew about. How creatures known as "Body-Jumpers" lurked in the alleys and corners of the city, looking for their next prey… and how it was HIS work to help to stop these. Although, Weys didn't believe this at first stance, he thought that his grandma' was just going nuts and his father had to follow the game, yea, that had to be. But his opinion changed when he saw one with his very own eyes, how it suddenly turned into someone else.
Weapon: Weys is customized to the use of various weapons, from his own fists to muskets and revolvers, but he preferred to go with the weapons of his like, a single-blade rapier, made out of the best steel money can buy. And his very own bow, yes, there were crossbows and Weys knew about them, but he just didn't feel right using them.