Wolf

Name: His name has been erased; the man he was formerly is no longer.
Alias: Wolf
Age: ??? (No specific age)
Race: Demi-God (Human mixed with god-like creature)
Ethnicity:  American/Erilian
Gender: Male
Height: Height is able to be manipulated- you can assume he will be tall as f*ck, though. 

Occupation: ??? No real occupation, besides wanting to consume most things and destroy humanity.
Affiliation: Villain
Rank: He is DEFINITELY on the lists the moment he appears; a horrifying apparition, he has not gone unnoticed.
Class: Definitely an incredible threat to most people/things/the government.

Personality:
A callous and vengeful man, Wolf only leaves his 'home' to go on the hunt for blood. He despises women and has come to detest man equally as much; he wishes only for decay and death. He feels as though humanity is a plague, but will not hesitate to destroy aliens or other such creatures as well (focuses on humans more, however.)
If he isn't in the moment for murder, you may actually be able to have a conversation with the cruel and unjust monstrosity; he can come off as rational and classy in one moment before suddenly squandering it with his homicidal views in the next. He's become cocky and utterly terrifying in demeanor and personality since he's obtained near unlimited power. 

Background:
The 1940's was a different time on Erilia; technology was new, aliens were essentially unheard of, super powers were limited, few and far inbetween. A young man found himself swept up into the mafia, a scary beginning to adult hood but one that was promising so long as he did as he was told. Life was tough, though he hadn't nearly seen what sort of curve balls it could throw yet.
His mother and sister died young; it turned out going into the mafia meant to also make many enemies, vicious and cruel men with knives and guns, willing to kill women and children to prove a point. He fell into a depression after they'd been murdered and often visited the local bar afterwards to drink away his sorrows.
This behavior ate into his business life; he was often scolded and wound up in many a fight- bar, alleyway, or otherwise. He became the target of criticism and resentment; a bum, as they'd call him.
His life turned around completely the moment he met her; Margo Valentine. Why, she was the talk of the town! A beauty, a star...how more lucky could the man have been to have met her in the bar that one famous night. Somehow, with every last effort he could muster to woo the woman, he managed and they hit it off splendidly almost as if it were a movie. Life was looking good from here, he inserted himself further into the business with the mafia, sucked up to earn back the respect he'd squandered, and became a new man. The one he promised the Mafia- the one he promised Margo.

They married; it was a gorgeous wedding. The mafia took up half the seats, Margo's fans and friends the other half- it was a sight to behold. The music was boppin', the food was delicious, the drinks? Well, nobody went home sober. He'd never forget that moment where he felt...happy. The happiest he'd ever been. At least that's what he thought until he came home one day to Margo, riddled with tears and an excited smile plastered to her stunning face; "I'M PREGNANT!!"
He spent a fortune on the woman, which also meant he'd spend a fortune on his baby. The couple worked together relentlessly to paint and create a special room for their special bundle of joy when it was born.

The man came home early one night as he had decided to surprise his wife. A mistake; he walked in on Margo with two other men, both of them from the very Mafia he'd been serving under for his whole adult life thus-far. He kicked them out, slamming the door shut. His worst nightmare came into play; if those two, how many more? Maybe she'd f*cked the whole Mafia by now. The whole town. Did he even know this woman? An intense argument erupted, venomous words spat back and forth as objects were gripped and thrown- Margo was unhappy with this life. She didn't want a child, she didn't want to be some housewife. She wanted to be a model, a star, to be famous forever, richer than her husband. She had only used him for what he could give her, for what he could buy her...to pump herself up with a massive wedding and draw in her growing crowd.

The argument ended abruptly after the man hit Margo with a lamp in the heat of the moment. A little too hard in the temple; she was dead. He had killed his wife...and his unborn child. Grieving the entire way, the man took the body to a cemetery and decided to give Margo a proper burial; he dug the hole and dumped her body in, covering it back up in dirt. Finally, he could properly mourn.
As he sat on his knees, sobbing into the grave, a strange apparition exited from the forestry not 10 feet away; a black wolf that looked as though it was made from mist or fog.
He was fearful at first, begging the spirit not to hurt him until it reached where he sat, the creature gently nuzzling and calming him to show it meant no harm. Then it spoke.
It explained to the man that it was an ethereal being made from shadows and light who so deeply desired to experience physicality in the human world, but to do this, it needed a host to mend with and share the body. Knowing his life was over, the man agreed with no hesitation. The wolf stepped into the man, their bodies changing and twisting to become one.

The incubation period began; there was nothing but silence for years upon years...nothing, until 2416 when finally a man emerged from the long process. It was the man from before...but things were...different. He didn't feel the same. He knew there was someone else in the body with him; the being from before. So much had changed in the time he'd been gone, he could hardly fathom this new world. He began to drink once again, wasting away the body and life that he shared with the wolf.
One night as he lay in an alleyway, remembering his painful history and the malice he felt towards it, he felt himself growing cold but strong in some weird, awful way; he glanced to his hands and saw they were turning black. What the hell was this?! He sat up quick, panicking as it started to consume his body; the darkness was in him still, but it felt physical now. He eased as he realized, then decided to play with his new found powers.
The first kill was easier than he'd expected; hookers were so plentiful to come by, leading the ladies to a dark alleyway was almost a cakewalk. As as he killed more and more, the darkness finally consumed his entire body and soul to the point he could no longer show himself in public. Exploring this strange new world was incredible-- he had even come to find there was an entirely alternate dimension reserved only for himself; the shadow realm, where he could walk freely within the shadows without being seen, though was forced into a monstrous form that reflected on his deepest inner desires and who he had become. The harmless ethereal being from long ago was no more, sucked in by the darkness and blackness of a vengeful and cruel soul- the man came out victorious.

2417, He visited the grave of his wife whom he had murdered and buried back in 1950, digging up her remains to see not one but two skeletons, one much smaller and more innocent than the other. He took the skeleton of his unborn child into the darkness with himself, only a small part of him could mourn that he had lost his innocent baby, a human that had done no wrong and caused no harm. There was still light in the man's soul.
And it hit him then; he would give his light to the baby and revive it, yes, he could still have his child! All hope was not lost! And with the last of his light, the bones were given muscle, then a body, and soon a baby was formed. His mind and any sense of morality was completely gone by this point, nothing but a curse and evil left in a haunting form. At least he had his baby.
A little girl, 'Valley' he named her, and took to raising her and morphing her into the perfect daughter for the heir to darkness.
When she turned 11-12, he finally ushered Valley to leave the home he'd raised her in to experience the outside world, to see its cruelties and to know she would help him one day destroy it. Soon, he too, would leave the home in search for victims...the end is only beginning.

Abilities: 

• Is a being made from pure darkness
• Can mend his physical form at will
• Can become one with the shadows, and enter a shadow-realm type dimension
• Has immense powers based around using the darkness to his advantage

Weaknesses: 

LIGHT!!! The most obvious weakness one could have imagined. Light and scorching heat, which is usually because of the light said heat creates.

Rumors:

• Once he begins appearing in the cities, people often stay home or inside at night, that or carry flashlights with them.

Health:

• Has no typical form of health, as he is not a 'mortal' being...any longer. 

Other:

• He made Valley (or '8') a little puppy out of darkness. It is creepy and has long black stick legs.