The looks

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[APPEARANCE]
Gifted with German roots, the best way to describe Richter is... Well, tall. He stands roughly at 6'4" and weighs about 191 pounds. Most of it happens to be muscle mass though. His skin has a tanned complexion to it. It's quite obvious he takes care of himself and remains rather sharp in appearance. Short red locks which were once originally blonde (as he took an interest in coloring it) frame his face and remain brushed back with a small ponytail peeking out just above the base of his neck. His face is sharp completed with a firm jawline, thin lips, straight white teeth, and a nose that's just the right size. Richter's eyes are brown, close to a honey shade. While his vision is nearsighted, he is required to wear glasses, but it's not like he enjoys wearing them, so often times he opts for contacts. His glasses aren't anything too notable, just black and square framed. Other than that, he keeps a close shave on his face, which probably helps quite a bit in making him look younger than he is.

Clothes really help make him seem slender, however his muscles are well defined. He doesn't have many flaws at all excusing some thin scars here and there from training. Fortunately they're not too notable. As far as his sense of fashion goes, it's often times something seemingly formal. A white buttoned down shirt complete with a black vest, then black trousers which remain supported by suspenders and a black leather belt to match the vest. Then for footwear, he often wears black boots that reach up to mid-calf. They make for excellent footing. His more casual clothes are usually a white t-shirt with a black sweater thrown over on occasion, and khakis. Even though it's probably not all that necessary, he likes to have a professional appearance at any given moment.

THE PAST

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[HISTORY]
Richter's life as a hunter, unlike most, remains simple and straightforward. He didn't lose any loved ones and swear vengeance, he didn't do it for sport, nor did he decide to do it because he deemed that it was what happened to be right. No, he was just born into hunting. His family was excellent at it, one of the best in Germany at the time. Not that they were flashy or anything. And well, maybe that's probably what made them so good. They didn't draw eyes to them. Each of them didn't really make it obvious what they were. So their targets were shockingly easy to reel in and take care of. Each of them were excellent hunters and Richter would be no exception. The Aschenbach family focused on the future, even if it meant using their lineage as sacrifice.

His childhood was pretty simple. They wanted him to focus on schoolwork for now, no need to put senseless pressure on him in his earlier stages. That didn't stop occasional training to at least help him get a taste for what was to come. And even though he was young, they didn't hold back. Their enemies would have no mercy so why should they hold back? His particular ability emerged at a young age, about nine or ten, give or take a couple months. It was surprising to find that he packed a bit more punch than he intended but at the same time he didn't complain and focused on morphing it into his fighting. So far, he was doing extremely well, as expected from his family.

It was around the age of fourteen that he and his family were stationed in America. New York, to be exact. They arrived as per request. The move was a fast change of pace, but they adjusted rather quickly. Fortunate that they all bothered to learn English while still living in Germany. But still, this didn't excuse the change in schooling and harsher training regiment. Richter admittedly buckled under the pressure a bit here and there, but he obviously made it out alive. Within the following year, it became apparent that instead of working separately, hunters would be working together here. And that meant training together too. Imagine his surprise when he got stuck with a rather gorgeous training partner. But as beautiful as she was, she was also deadly. The first few fights, he admittedly lost to her but accepted defeat with grace, honored to be knocked to the ground by her of all people. At one point he finally did get a name. Maddox. Lucy Maddox. He'd remember that quite well.

During one of their sparring matches however, he opted to offer a wager. If he won, he wanted to take her out on a date. If she won, well... She'd get whatever she wanted as a reward. To this day, he still doesn't know if she threw the match or if he genuinely won against her but either way, he came out the victor. Amusingly enough, the two remain happily married to this day, and he was happy to take her surname in place of his own. In fact, the two even had a child together in which they named Awston. And quite honestly, he favored them both in appearance. Their lives were, and still are, rather happy ones, believe it or not. As if they're stuck in an eternal honeymoon phase.

But there was no need to let their hunter roots go to waste. Once Awston was age appropriate, he made sure to practice with the boy to show him exactly what he might eventually be up against. Admittedly so, the child definitely was a fast learner and capable hunter. Word of the academy came to his attention. And well... It'd be perfect to try and understand creatures' weaknesses on a more approachable level. Thus they sent in the forms for him to attend the academy and soon got word back. It seemed everything would be going according to plan.

Extra

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[YOUR ALIAS]
pascal

[CHARACTERS]
SILAS LANGDON | @pascal02 | ROWAN LENNOX

[FACE CLAIM]
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