((I don't have a picture, unfortunately, so I included a short description of his basic appearance so please bear with me.))

Name:Matthias Beliveau
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Matthias is a tall man, reaching just over 6'1" with a strong jaw and a kind face. His hair is a dusty, dirty blonde and shortly cropped, bangs falling just over his forehead. His eyes are a cold hazel color. His back and fingers are riddled with old scars and his nails always seems to have something dark under them. Like dirt...or something else.
Info on Character: Matthias is outwardly genial and easy-going, greeting everyone he comes across with a smile and a hello. He seems to be the perfect small-town man; kind and fatherly with almost no one speaking ill of him. As far as anyone knows he has lived most of his adult life in Ravenwood, having just appeared one day during hunting season and settling down in an old cabin outside of town looking as he does now. He lives out in the woods and makes his living hunting and patrolling campgrounds and other popular, and sometimes unpopular, camping sites. People tend to disappear in the woods. Sometimes campers go in, sometimes they don't come out. Sometimes their camps are found and other times they seem to just vanish off the face of the Earth. His job is to make sure that they come back out again. There are whispers now as to just who is responsible for some of the missing campers. For the blood at their sites and the occasional body found squirreled away in a tree, eviscerated and gutted, as if being stored away for winter. There are whispers that Matthias Beliveau isn't human.


Matthias was careful when he closed his truck's door, sure not to slam it too hard and to lock it with the key. People spooked easy here and he didn't want people jumping out of their skins at this time of day. He returned each grin and greeting as he made his way down the street toward the little restaurant. He was hungry and, being in the town proper, he might as well get a bite to eat.

He entered the restaurant he would spend his lunch today. He didn't come here often. Not during the fall or winter anyway. But he decided he needed a little change from his usual meals. He stopped in the doorway, allowing the bell to ring out and for it to close behind him. He took in a long breath, smiling at the smell of pancakes and fruits. But also at another smell. Low and musky. It was the scent people usually had on their skin, the natural oils mixing together to create something unique to each person.

And one such smell was new.

He scanned the patrons, smiling widely when a nice young woman showed him to a table off to the side and handed him his menu. He payed it little mind, staring blankly at the words, already knowing what it was he'd order; a simple waffle with two sides of glazed ham.

He placed the menu onto the table, lifting his head to gaze at the people again, looking over each face casually. Until he spotted it; a little male, his face still full in youth with dark eyes and dark hair. He had not seen him yet and a quick inhale confirmed it.

He smiled before continuing his scan, eyes falling on the young woman and her little niece, the blue-eyed child causing his smile to grow wider. She was such a sweet thing. All smiles and childhood innocence.

Then he removed his eyes from her and his face fell, smile vanishing and eyes darkening. A woman, strange-haired and cold-eyed, staring in the direction he had just been looking. Not just staring. No. She was studying. Blatantly as well. No attempt to hide it or mask it in some way. Nothing.

He closed his eyes, sucking in a slight breath as a waiter came up on his right. He smiled, giving his order and handing off his menu. He returned his gaze to the restaurant proper, leaning back in his chair and watching. Waiting.