Wolf's character intro (a character I really like, but I can't go further with what I wrote because of someone else's privacy and the content I write afterwards)

Wolf. That's the name they gave him. Not that they cared for names, of course they didn't. They just needed something to refer to him while he obediently carries out orders. He was one of the experiments in the laboratory, genetically bred as the hybrid of a human and his namesake. He was created three years ago in the laboratory, but with the laboratory's technology he was born with body of a fifteen year old. He then had his mind hooked up to a machine where they “gave” him memories: memories of how to hunt, memories of how to kill, memories of how to to make someone suffer, wish they were dead. Years and years of experience beyond what someone of his physical age would have ever learned were crammed into his mind. And with these memories, something else was also jammed into his head. A great loyalty to the task force was driven into his mind. He was their loyal dog, out to kill, capture, and hunt anyone the Purity Police sent him after. 

Wolf stared at the white walls of his room for what would have seemed to be an eternity for anyone else. Three days he has been locked in this room and the only things without the depressingly pale white were his own body, and the few tasteless meals that were slid under his door. The door had a part that could be lifted, and meals were slid under it. Staring at these white walls would have made any man insane, but wolf was not a human. He was a killer, a killer programmed without such unnecessary thoughts such as boredom. His face was rigid in the same emotionless state it has been for most of the last three years. It was a shame because he had a face girls would consider cute... if there were to see him. But at a first glance they would probably be scared of his eyes. The parts of his eyes which would normally be white are a dim blue, the only part of him besides his silver hair that would suggest he wasn't completely human. His body had powerful muscles, but compact enough to make him look skinny. He was slim, and every ounce of muscle in his body was crafted with efficiency in mind. Large muscles would only get in the way.

Suddenly he hears a the sound of a doorknob being turned.

"Wolf. This will be your first mission. You know what will happen when you fail?", says a man in a white coat with large spectacles.

Wolf nods, and the man tosses him a clipboard with a few papers, a photograph, and a piece of dirty "was white" clothing attached to it. 

Two hours later, Wolf sees the night sky for the first time in his life. But he felt like it was his first time in three years rather than in his life. He glances at two people walking around this late, and thinks up over two hundred ways to kill both almost instantly. "No, they aren't the target", he told himself and suppressed his urges to kill. He walks for fifteen more minutes before he finds a girl shivering under a bridge: a girl who smelled exactly like the clothing on the clipboard. He walked a little closer before he sees her face, the splitting image of the girl in the picture.