Michael S. Wolf.

[Michael Wolf]

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Character Introduction for: Michael S. Wolf.
Played By: R.
Avatar Name: Jesse Spencer.
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Physical Stats:

Age: 24.
Birthday: May 5th, 1989.

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Build: Average; somewhat athletic.

Hair Color: Blonde.
Eye Color: Blue.


Identifying Features:
1" scar beneath his left eye.
Charmer's grin.

Typical Clothing Choice:
It depends on his mood, really; when he's out playing the part of a photographer, he's dressed nicely, but casually. Sometimes blazers.. dress shirts, left open in the front. Distressed jeans, and a pair of light brown Doc Marten boots.

When he's working, he's more conventional. T-shirts, beat-up jeans, and black Doc Marten boots.


Mental/Personality Traits and Weaknesses/Phobias:

Mental/Personality Traits:
Mike is a pretty down-to-Earth kind of guy; charmingly so. He may as well be explaining, in great detail, how someone was about to die-- and so long as he did it with a smile or a grin, they'd be content. Light on his feet, and somewhat bouncy, he was the type to draw attention to himself intentionally just to bask in it. So long as people were laughing and smiling, it was to his benefit. He adores being praised.

Weaknesses/Phobias:
Any child. To him, children are a soft spot, because he vaguely remembers being one. Other than that, people finding out about the way he was raised and ruining his charade, is something he fears. .. Even if he puts those skills to use nearly every given day.


Home, Haven and Occupation/Hobbies:

Home:
2540 Dogwood Dr. NYC, NY. A modernized studio apartment.

Haven:
The cellar to his deceased parent's home, that he somehow managed to acquire (likely illegally) to conduct special work within.

Occupation: Freelance Photographer.

Hobbies:
Getting that very best shot that captures the emotion of the very last moment..
Making people laugh, and enjoy themselves. Even if it is at expense of his accent.



Skills, Talents and Education/Training:

Skills and Talents:
Photography,
Collecting ink.
Charming people to bend to his will.

Education and Training:
General Studies, graduated top of the glass.
Some art school; dropped out when he felt suppressed.
Mental warfare, subtlety, and torture techniques.



Property, Pets and Toys:

Property and Toys:
Nikon D90, a surgical tool set, surgical tubes, colored mason jars, eyedroppers, spiral notebooks, and a good set of red ink pens. The notebooks, camera, and pens are always on his person by means of a black, leather, messenger bag.

Pets: None.



Friends, Enemies and General Contacts:

Friends:
Louis Wrightman.
Aria Montgomery.

Enemies:
None that he's aware of.

General Contacts:
The Followers.
Jack Malone, Jr.


Brief History:
Little is known of his childhood, save for the fact that both his parents and grandparents died when he was very young. All four were in the same car, going to dinner, when a semi hit them head-on. The two in the back whom weren't killed instantly via impact, were decapitated. His great-grandfather and his group raised Michael from age 2 up, in Australia, where no one would doubt the story.

It wasn't a conventional upbringing at all, given that they were hardly interested in the boy's well being. The Wolf name was a strong one, however, and it had to be carried on. Thus, under the guise of being an Aussie-native, the ex-Stasi - Markus Wolf - saw to it that the boy was properly trained to succeed in many other aspects of life-- even if the kid had always had a knack for cameras. He figured it would, at the very least, serve a purpose as he got older. And boy, did it.

After the death of his great-grandfather, Mike transitioned back to the US. It was quite easy for him to land a gig as a freelance photographer; the pictures he took captured pure emotion, and many magazines and other media outlets were interested in them. That was what his days consisted of, typically: working for the media.

At night, however, a side of Mike came to be that he most enjoyed. He'd somehow gotten mixed up with The Artist and his lot, and took it upon himself to supply the other artists with their ink and paint. It was a beautiful thing, really, the way he did so without as much as leaving a blemish on his victim (so long as they didn't fight). And by the end of the evening, he had those colorful jars filled with the lifeblood that the people had once contained saved in a large refrigerator. Stored away until the next shipment was required of him.

Yes, he was one of The Followers, and he played his part well.