Name:Dexter Morager (Codename: Curwen)
Age: 57
Species: Human
Powers: Curwen is a extremely capable sorcerer with a specialization in Necromancy. He can raise up, speak with, and in some cases control the shades of the dead from as little as their "essential salts," some of which he keeps in vials on his person at all times. These viles contain mostly the salts of the numerous dogs he's had throughout the years. He can also raise up dead bodies as mindless servants that respond to his commands and has the knowledge to dismiss restless spirits.
Strengths: Curwen has been practicing magic for a long time and can defend himself against curses and enchantments and is well read enough to recognize it in many forms. He is an expert on ghosts and the undead. His abilities make him superlative at gathering information, scouting, and desperate defence.
Weaknesses: He's getting on in years and isn't what you could call physically spry and only meets the minimum requirements needed to be issued a firearm.
Bio: Contrary to popular belief, old wizards are not an incredibly common occurrence. Most magic is passed on by dusty old tomes or the half mad scribbling an enthusiastic hobbyist managed to jot down before meeting some terrible fate. It's how Curwen found his start, studying the diary of a distant ancestor he'd found locked away in his grandfathers basement. Before long he was digging up bodies, plumbing their minds for secrets and knowledge, until he happened upon one particular shade that impressed upon him the importance of the warning scribbled in the margins of those old notebooks.
“Do not call up that which you cannot put down.”Unlike most sorcerers who make these sorts of youthful indiscretions he managed to actually survive this encounter, albeit at the cost of his ancestral family home, his father, and both his and his grandfathers research being consumed by a raging inferno. This early humbling is undoubtedly why he is still alive while so many of his peers are not. It instilled in him a respect for both magic and those beings that he called up. He rebuild his life, building a steady living as a professional magical consultant, even took on a few apprentices in his time. He tried to impress upon them the respect he had learned, and most took it to heart. One, however, is what brought him to the attention of the MIB.
This apprentice had slipped after leaving Curwen's care, gone quite mad with the power, and called up up a dreadful specter to slay his enemies. The MIB managed to capture the apprentice but neither they nor he were able to quell the specter, and so on the mans recommendation sought out his master. Bringing Curwen into the field he manged to dispel the specter with great effort, and since then worked for the MIB as a consultant in these sorts of matters until the official formation of the S-Division at which point he was offerd an official position with the organization.
