Leon. The representation of Death in my little universe. He is personally the one responsible for taking away loved ones and has to see what it does to their families. While he can change at any time, he keeps his look of the wolf. If he was something else in the past, he never shares it.
He hates doing so. But cannot stop doing so. Only he knows why.
The only people that ever see or interact with him are those that have already passed on, or are on the verge of it. The only exception is one person that defies even him. Because of this lack of interaction, he doesn't fully understand people's reasoning for things. But he still shows respect to everyone. Except those that only hurt people.
He has picked up smoking over the last few generations. He sees it as a reason to have a face still. The smoke always makes interesting patterns, and it leaves him with something to look at most of the time. The smoke doesn't effect anyone. It exists in much the same way as Leon does.