Wilhelm Staehle is a horribly disfigured gentleman who often frightens small children when passing. While mostly hermitting himself into his sprawling estate on the eastern coast of the Americas, Wilhelm has been known to throw the occasional headline-worthy event in his grandiose opium den. In his free time between sporting for foxes and dressing his disturbingly broad collection of taxidermy, he finds time to hand-cut silhouettes. He begs you to enjoy them. Or at least not to inform him if you do not. He thanks you for your time.