The Wolf
âPrimal, deadly, and awesome. Little in the world can match the werewolfâs relentlessness or brute force. Those cursed by a bite or born into a bloodline carry a great fury within them. But fury, like all emotion, can be tempered and forged into something greaterâŚâ
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Basic Statistics:
Name: Connor Henry Talbot the Second
Age: 30 years old
Gender: Cisgender Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Circle: Night
Occupation: Owner of Luna Books
A Shortened Biography:
The Talbot family has been around since the beginning of Vegas and, thus, the beginning of the Midnight Underground itself. The rumor is his great-great grandfather Samuel Henry Talbot, only 22 years of age in 1905, had sat at that table, across from Moira, and said his piece regarding the naming of the Midnight Underground. No one will ever know for sure now though. The people from then are long dead or long gone, Moira now rotting in her grave, and poor Samuel died three months before his son was born. A fledgling hunter, excited to earn his place, had shot the man dead on his very doorsteps.
If you know of the Midnight Underground, you know of the Talbots, and thus you know of Connor (both of them). His father is the current leader of the largest pack of wolves in Las Vegas. As the first born son, Connor is supposed to take control of them. Or, he was anyway. His 30th birthday came and went with little fanfare, no passing down of the torch. Rumors ran rapid and wild after that. The current running theory is that the second son, Clifford (he really did try to convince his parents that naming a wolf after a dog would cause nothing but trouble) is going to be the one who takes over.
The reality of that situation is a little more complex.
His parents are not stupid. They know very well that Cliff would run their family into the ground if given the chance at power. He is young, dumb, and a little too excited for a chance at proving himself to be a big dog. Pun intended. They canât let him have the thing he desperately wants. And thinks he deserves.
However, after Connorâs...unfortunate incident thatâs left him in debt to Damien Harker of all people, they arenât willing to pass down anything to him until all of that is resolved. So for now, they simply say that his dad isnât quite yet ready to move on. That people, and thus wolves, are living longer and it seems like exchanging hands of power at 30 is a silly tradition when youâve got almost another 100 years to live after that.
But those who know, know and itâs his biggest shame to date, degree in English Literature be damned.
A Little Levity (Headcanons)
Connor is covered in tattoos. The most impulsive of which being the moon fazes that follow along his spine. Many of the others are literary references heâs unwilling to admit to. Though his personal favorite is the half sleeve Artemis portrait on his left shoulder. Goddess of the moon and all that.
My son fucks. Frequently. Perhaps as a coping mechanisms for his own feelings of failure. But donât tell him that.
You know itâs not projection because his two favorite books are actually East of Eden (a novel I hate so much itâs become part of my personality) and Pride and Prejudice (but he wonât tell you that one unless youâre very close).
Okay maybe I am projecting with Pride and Prejudice a little bit.
Connor wears glasses. Itâs an unfortunate side effect to the fact that as a wolf he can see fucking everything. His eyes are tired.
He loves to fight. God he loves to fight. He loves it almost as much as he loves to fuck. Thereâs nothing quite so satisfying as crunching someoneâs nose in with bloodied knuckles.
Surprisingly, he played volleyball in high school. Mostly because his parents didnât want him playing a sport where he had a lot of opportunity to throw punches and the thought of him playing golf and having access to a metal stick he could just swing was equally as terrifying.
By technicality, it is kind of a good thing that heâs aggressive. However monitoring that aggression in a public high school was an absolute nightmare.
Didnât stop him from getting a 4.0 GPA though.
For high school and college.
He actually got accepted into UCLA for English, but his parents didnât like that nor want it so he was forced to go to UNR (it was as far away as they would let him go) and tack on a Business major at the end of it.















