[b]Name: 
Professor Solomon Knox

Age: 
45

Appearance: [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/6c/90/196c90e71a5123d69ed0f5f17958cc5a.jpg[/img]

Personality:
Solomon Knox is the definition of a father figure, complete with a habit to exacerbate his own fears with over active imagination of what can go wrong. As a result, he gets protective (often overly so) of those around him. Quick with a smile, but even quicker with warnings and on the spot thinking. However, with all this, he often either acts too quickly, or not quick enough, teetering between overthinking and acting on the fly. More than capable with a fire arm, his thin wiry build does not loan itself well to physical up-front encounters. Often happy to operate as the wheels of an operation, the back-up, the 'phone guy,' and lore person. Has a habit of smoking cheap brand cigarettes, often going through a pack a day, and has a cough that matches.

Backstory:
Solomon Knox was not exposed to the world of the supernatural until his mid thirties, just over ten years ago. Having spent his post academic adult life as a researcher and lecturer of Greek mythology, he remembers when he was approached by a couple of students, notably not from his class, asking questions about minotaurs and what their weaknesses were. Thinking nothing of it, he gave them the information he believed to be relevant. He did not think of it again until one of the students burst into his room a few days later, covered in blood with a panic plastered across his face. As he slammed the door shut, something clattered to the floor from under the students jacket. An iron double sided sword called a Xiphos. The tool he had told them about. As Solomon Knox picked it up as the door flew open, a six foot six man bust through effortlessly. With a panicked startle, Solomon tripped and accidentally stabbed the man. With a roar, the assailant fell down, thick black blood pooling from him until he turned to dust. Not fully processing what had happened, the student ended up sitting him down and telling him about the supernatural. Ever since, he has tried his best to educate himself as much as he can, and share that with other hunters.

This become a small obsession for him, and ended up costing him his marriage. It was not long after the divorce that he picked up his smoking habit, figuring that something will kill him before the cigarettes do. He had never really run with a group of regular hunters before, often being a contact for many, but has decided to branch out and try to be more proactive in hunting.[/b]