"Look, okay, look. This...this here was not intended. You said 'make it clean', but then they started screaming, then the crying. 'I have a family. I have pups that need me. Blah, blah, blah. They weren't cooperating, you know what I mean. So, yeh, my experiment wasn't a resounding success but, hey, we now know that they have a severe allergic reaction to the control metals AAAAAND bleach is an excellent stain remover."

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Name: Jacob Ribald
Age:25
Sex: Boy Parts
Sexual Preference: Girl Bits

Relationships: 

Cat - 3 year old German Shepard. Ribald's Best Bud and loyal guardian. Trained to sit, stay, beg, rip, tear and other fun tricks. 
Fish - Snow White Dove. It's the finest dove Ribald found during one of his excursions. Wonderful singer and poet and conversationalist. Awful swimmer.
??? (Solder) - an odd fellow is around town, a drear and melancholy type. Doesn't really like to talk. 
??? (Willard) - A nice aged-man lives next door. He seemed alarmed to see me at first. Like he saw a ghost or something. Whatever, hes a funny guy.

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Personality: Ribald considers himself a true scientist. The world is his oyster and all he has to do is pry it open, root around the fleshy bits and dispose the remains carelessly to get the liver...wait pearl, he means pearl. All this talk of red tape, and "morals", impede the path to science. He's amicable to the mundane populations, but these Wolves are a scientific novelty and their prostrations won't keep him away.
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Biography: Born and raised in the horrifying farms of Wisconsin. Cows here, cows there. Everywhere a cow, cow. His mother and father treated him horribly with their kisses, and nagging, and 'do your chores Jake.' So he...
moved out. Went to college, got a degree in Zoological Studies and Industrial Chemistry. Unfortunately, the rest of the scientific community doesn't share his devotion and his funding was cut. He opted to find a nice cottage where he found something quite outside the realm of modern science. A human turning into a wolf. Of course science occurred with the assistance of a bear trap. Some like-minded men found out what he found out and offered him funding and 'specialized' education. He was assigned to many hunting parties but never really was attached to any in particular. Now assigned to a small town as an 'Surveying' Agent to send reports back to the boys back home.
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Hunter Information 
Weapons of choice: Standard Issue Thule Society Crossbow (Silver Tipped Injector Bolts)
Experiences: For the advancement of humankind through science.
Kills Count: 12 ( 1 Killed in Cottage Cellar, 11 killed on operating table. Only 5 subjects were actually captured by a team he was present in.)
Organization: Thule Society
Weaknesses: Piss poor in a fist fight, tunnel-visions like a motherfucker, not used to working a solo mission. Naïve, thinks people are either Saints or Subjects, never had an eye for telling Wolves in Humanskin from actual mundanes.