Appearance: He stands at 6'3 and weighs around 215 Lbs. His skin is visibly pale, with a slight yellow to it. His hair is a dark auburn, which messily hangs against his shoulders. His eyes are a calm golden color, with a large scar over his right eye and making it nearly blind. A short, shaggy beard grows from his face.

His body is in fairly good condition, muscles moderately defined under his skin. Of particular note is his iron left arm and lower legs, with large jagged scars across his left shoulder and both legs. His usual attire consists of a baggy tank-top covering worn bandages that stretch around his left shoulder, dark pants that reach down to his knees, and often wears a tattered hooded cloak and an iron mask with the features of a wolf (a gift from his employers to try and instill a bit of fear behind his reputation) to keep his features hidden from public view.

He always keeps a carton of cigarettes on him and a small flask. He might have a bit of a problem.

Personality: While he can come off as standoffish, brash and uncaring, he's actually quite out of touch with his emotions when it comes to things like romance and friendship. A man of few words, he tends to speak only when deemed necessary, usually only when someone or something is beginning to bother him if not in reply to someone else. He loathes being ordered around, but he'll put up with it some extent if the circumstances are agreeable. Some things he absolutely can't stand are people refuse to take responsibility for their actions and people that intentionally harm innocents, it makes his blood boil. If those people happen to be Nen users, that resentment is doubly worse, due to his injuries and grudges.

Underneath his rough demeanor lies noble intentions and a frustrated heart. If he gets pushed over the edge, he tends to lose his general attitude in favor of one that is much more aggressive and stern. In combat, he'll fight to break bones and knock opponents unconscious, unless they're too much of a threat to let live.

Background: Growing up in Yorknew City, he lived with his mother and younger brother for as far back as he could remember. His father had walked out when he was 5, shortly after his little brother was born. As he got older, he got very protective of his brother at school and on the streets, getting into fights on several occasions over the slightest provocations. Coming into young adulthood, he actually ended up being expelled and not getting his high school diploma.

It wasn't long after that they had all been evicted, what with him being unemployed and their mother ill. His little brother had managed to get a decent paying job and rented out a room in a cheap hotel their mother and stayed with her, while he had split away and fended for himself by less-than-legal means. At 18, he had unknowingly gotten involved with dangerous Nen users after they had barged into the hotel his brother and mother were staying in. He forcibly had his Nen awakened, and so did his brother when he stepped in to try and help, both of them barely surviving the ordeal as a nearby Hunter rushed in to fend off the attacker and tended to their injuries both physically and spiritually. The attacker had blinded him by scarring his right eye and paralyzed his left arm from the elbow down. His brother didn't fare much better, losing both legs and suffering some trauma from the ordeal.

The old stranger had offered to help them out, wanting to train him in Nen control and help take care of his brother and mother. He reluctantly declined the offer from the old Hunter. He felt bad leaving his brother again, but it was something that was eating at him, those memories and his desire for justice. In the time that passed, he had lost his entire left arm and his lower legs in a fight against a different Nen user, fortunate enough to have gotten them replaced by an underground organization known as the Nen-Hunters that seemed to detest Nen Users as much as he had grown to. With all the things he's had to do recently, he's abandoned his name and avoid his past, his tendencies in battle had quickly earned him quite the colorful nickname "The Wounded Iron Wolf of the Devil".