Wolf Blitzer

[Khelric]

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Wolf Blitzer

Age: 59
Height: 73 inches
Weight: 160 lbs

"Blitzer is a man in his later years showing signs of aging. His hair is grey and his face worn from time and his profession. Don't let his age fool you though, he's flown with the best of them and made quite a name for himself throughout Sirius. He started out as a small-time thug in his youth on Manhattan, hitting up travelers in the city unfortunate enough to have wandered away from the prying eyes of the LSF. A psychological profile has determined there is no significant family background trauma to explain his sociopathic tendencies, he just loves money and killing. If he can do both, then he will. His father (a native Rheinlander) traveled between Pittsburgh as a foreman at a gas processing plant and would be gone for a month or so at a time and his mother passed away a year after his birth from post-delivery complications. He was primarily left to his own devices and while he didn't live in squaller, he was a mischief-maker left unchecked. He left his apartment in the city at the age of thirteen after another of his father's work excursions and never looked back. He's ruthless and cold and doesn't fight to survive, but because it's all he takes pleasure from. Throughout his entire life, Blitzer has become more bold and though his body is steadily weakening, he knows his ship "The Blood Raven" better than the back of his hand. Each step closer to the grave gives Blitzer less reason to hold back. Working solo is mainly his style, but as time presses on, Blitzer has decided to find allies out in space and maybe even pick up someone to show the ropes. It's the closest he'd ever have to a real child, though it's likely he has many throughout the different houses. He's confirmed as frequenting the Liberty system.

Medical reports from his last detainment state that he is in fairly good health, all except for a mild lung condition from smoking and slight liver damage from consumption of various alcohols.

Recently Blitzer has been targeting small defenseless transporters throughout Kepler, Colorado, Galileo and even near planet Manhattan itself as a gesture to the LSF. He is a high priority target and all measures must be used to bring him in."

The LSF officer puts out a cigar and looks to his partner

"This is the one I want. I just wish I knew where the scum was now so I could see the look on his face when he's finally rotting in a prison for good."

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Meanwhile, back on Padua base . . .

Wolf Blitzer walks out into the enclosed docking bay inside the station. He looks through a large glass window to see the ion storm whipping around the base as usual. He takes one last drag off of his cigarette and flicks it in the hanger while climbing into the cockpit of the Blood Raven.

"Are you ready girl?", he says gently patting the instrument panel like one may pet a dog. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

With those words, his ship departed from the station and drifted out into the nearby asteroid field, where he would lay in wait for his next mark and strike with unyielding ferocity.

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