If ♫ Cigarette Daydreams ♫ Touch of Grey ♫ Wherever I May Roam ♫ Heart Shaped Box ♫ Dream On ♫ Kashmir
{"Beast or monster is just a state of mind."}
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Russell Danior Talbot
| N I C K N A M E |
Russ - Shorten version of his name.
Fluffy - Due to the strange fluffiness of his wolf form. Also a nickname he's given to his wolf.
| A G E |
18
| G E N D E R |
Male
| R O L E |
Omega Male
| B I R T H D A T E |
November 25th; Sagittarius
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| S E X U A L I T Y |
Heterosexual
{"I'm not very cuddly."}
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5 foot 11 inches
| W E I G H T |
180 pounds
| E Y E C O L O R |
Blue/Yellow in wolf form
| H A I R C O L O R |
Light Brown/Black in wolf form
| A P P E A R A N C E |
Russell is a rather scruffy, and scrappy looking young man, often being compared to a puppy. He has medium length light brown hair, and a beard. His usually attire isn't much to talk about, and is usually messy, which gives him a slight greasy look. He generally wears t-shirts of various bands he likes. His favorites include: Nirvana, Metallica, AC/DC, and Grateful Dead, among others. He will often wear a old brown leather jacket. He also wears a old coin necklace at all times. His wolf form takes on the appearance of a fierce black wolf with a white snout, and piercing yellow eyes. He is also abnormally fluffy, which makes it look larger than it actually is.
| O D D I T I E S |
Russell has quite a few scars on his body, one from a stab wound on his stomach, another large scar from a shotgun blast on his left shoulder, and one on his face next to his right eye, but he uses his hair to cover that one up. He also has a burn scar on his upper back.
{"We are who we, the trick is accepting that."}
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✦ Stoic ✧ Damaged ✦ Protective ✧ Caring ✦
At his core Russell can best be described as a wounded animal that's too stubborn to accept help even when it's being offered to him. Russell isn't one to put his problems on others, nor does he want others pity, or even sympathy. What happened, happened. There is nothing someone's sad looks, and apologizes can do to change that, or take away the pain he has to deal with on a daily basis. He has to come to terms with his demons on his own.
Russell goes to great lengths to hide his damaged side from his pack, as he doesn't want to be pitied by anyone. To do this Russell maintains a certain cool, calm, and zen presence. Indeed, for the vast majority of the time Russell is a rather stoic young man who is able to keep his emotions in check. But keeping cool as a cucumber isn't exactly a choice anymore, he has to in order to keep his wolf under control. As much of a wounded animal Russell is himself, his wolf is more so. It is a nearly constant voice of anger, and hate. He has to take great pains to keep his wolf from driving him mad.
Russell is quite intelligent, and surprisingly wise beyond his years, and is willing to offer any advice he can to those that need it. Usually his expertise is learning how to communicate with the wolf, as well as adjusting to it. As he was not originally from his current pack he does have a outsider's perspective of sorts, and knows of different techniques, and methods in training young werewolves that the pack themselves haven't practiced before. It is due to this knowledge that he's earned himself a place within the pack.
Russell can be quite caring, and protective of others, especially those that manages to get somewhat close to him. He is willing to do whatever it takes to keep them safe. He can be quite over protective in fact, as he will become like a mad dog to protect them if he deems it necessary. Despite all his problems Russell has a essentially good heart, and is a rather big softie at heart. Indeed, he can be quite easily manipulated by those he's close to if they merely asked nicely, or flashed him a puppy dog look. This is especially true about children, he'll bend over backwards if it means to keep a small child happy. He's just got a soft spot for the ankle biters. So all-in-all Russell can be considered a good-hearted young man who has seen more than his share of tragedy in his life.
{"Focus on what you can control, everything else will fall in place."}
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✦Intelligent - Russell is a rather intelligent young man, and excels at out of the box thinking. He is also rather knowledgeable, and well read. He can at times be wise beyond his years. This is especially apparent when it comes connecting to the wolf inside. Ironic given his current relationship with his wolf.
✧Calm - For the most part Russell is able to remain uncharacteristically cool, and collected for a male werewolf his age. He's able to keep his emotions, and feral side in check through intense meditation. For the most part anyways, he is still prone to violent outbursts if provoked.
✦Combat - Russell has some formal training in krav maga, but mostly he was encouraged at a young age to use dirty tricks to make up for his skill.
✧Protective - To those that he is close to he can be quite overly protective. He fears losing them as well.
✦Outdoors Man - Russell was taught from a young age how to survive on his own in the wilderness. He's a fairly decent hunter, and tracker, even in human form.
✧Bilingual - Russell is fluent in Romanian, and knows a bit of French.
| W E A K N E S S E S |
✦PTSD - Russell suffers from some pretty bad PTSD, and rarely is able to sleep fully at nights. And when he does he tends to wake up from intense night terrors. Though he won't discuss this with others, in fact barely talking about it with his Alpha.
✧Closed Off - For someone with as caring a heart as he has people will find that they surprisingly know very little about his past. He tends to put up walls between himself, and others, especially in regards to his past. Which he has yet to go into full detail with anyone, not even the Alpha.
✦Unstable - While Russell is cool and collected for the most part, he is also a ticking emotional timebomb. This stems from his issues, and especially from his wolf. At it's core his wolf is a wounded animal, angry, and untrusting of the world around them. It takes a great amount of concentration for Russell to quell the fear, and anger that his wolf feels everyday, hence the large amount of meditation that he goes through everyday. But even then Russell can be prone to violent outbursts. Though he has learned to keep this under control, ways to release the pent up rage his wolf builds up, and not have to hurt people like it constantly whispers. It's not too uncommon to find him re-plastering a wall in his room, or finding stuff broken in half. He does his best to keep these outbursts to a minimum, and from the others knowledge.
✧Smoking - It's a nasty habit that he's picked up. He goes roughly through a pack a day. But he's trying to quit.
✦Heights - He has a rather intense, and irrational fear of heights. He doesn't have a particular reason for it.
✧Blood - Large amounts of blood can trigger his PTSD, causing him to hyperventilate, and become rather emotional.
{"The real monsters, the ones that you should be afraid of, they're the ones that are inside your head."}
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✦Meditation - "Well really it's a necessity for me. But I've learned to enjoy the peace, and quiet."
✧Reading - "I especially enjoy sci-fi novels. Favorite has to be Dune."
✦Camping - "Feels....natural I guess. The stillness of the wild, being one with nature, and having to survive only on your wits. Yeah, I take it pretty seriously."
| H A B I T S |
✧Smoking - "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Old age is overrated."
✦Meditating - "As I said, it's become a necessity."
✧Breaking Stuff - "Hmm? That hole in the wall was always there."
| L I K E S |
✦Music - "I prefer classic rock over everything else."
✧Meditating - "Kinda have to at this point."
✦Silence - "Makes meditating much easier."
✧Kids - "What can I say? I got a soft spot for ankle biters."
✦The Wilderness - "Did you expect anything less?"
| D I S L I K E S |
✧Country Music - "The bane of my existence. Makes me wanna rip someone's still beating heart and-......uh......nevermind."
✦His Wolf - "It's.....complicated....we're complicated."
✧Glamping - "Just....why are you even a thing?! Pussy-ass sons of-.......Uh.........I'm not a fan."
✦Talking About His Past - "What happened happened. Ain't no use in discussing it. Doesn't change a thing."
✧Getting Angry - "If I get angry it makes it difficult to control my wolf."
| G O A L S |
✦Completely Mastering His Wolf - "At one point we were in perfect sync. But now, now we're not on the best of terms. I don't think we'll ever be on good terms."
✧Having A Family - "Yeah, I'm eighteen and ready to settle down. Pretty lame aren't I? Doubt it'll happen, but still."
✦Finding That Man - "It's a long story, one that I would very much like to finish one of these days."
| F E A R S |
✧Heights - "Yeah, I don't have wings, nor do I have the ability to sprout them. So I don't feel the need to be in the sky."
✦Losing His Pack - "I don't think I can go through that.....again."
✧Never Finding A Mate - "I don't even know if that's possible anymore. And I'm not sure that's a bad thing entirely....I'm a complicated mess, shouldn't have to put that on some poor girl's shoulders."
{"Try as we might we can't change the past. There's a point where we have to keep moving forward."}
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Russell comes from a long, and proud line of Romani werewolves originating in Romania. In fact, they were perhaps the largest in the country for quite a time. But by the time World War 2 came around a large chunk of his family was wiped off the face of the earth, and they fled to America. Once in America they traveled around for awhile, as they are known to do. But when his Grandfather took over as the Phuro, head of the family, or for them what they considered an Alpha, the pack began saving up their money, and settled down on a farm in New Hampshire.
Back in the old country his family were nomads, traveling around Romania, but that was then. America was different though, and they had to adapt. To do so his grandfather thought it'd be best if the pack had some stability in their new country. So he broke tradition, and customs for them to settle down. This was not the most popular decision among the family, in fact it caused several of their cousins to go their separate ways. By the time they bought the farm the pack was just a shadow of it's former self, having nearly fifteen members in it all together.
But they persevered, and made a life for themselves. The farm itself was located outside of a small town. The townsfolk themselves were rather suspicious of the pack. They were werewolves after all. For the most part they kept to themselves, and didn't bother, or interact with the humans unless absolutely necessary. But still that didn't stop people from spreading wild rumors about them being violent beasts. Though the pack was quite the opposite, and were in fact rather zen, and new agey. They had different customs, and methods to that of other packs. That were seen as quite alien to those that are actually accustomed to the werewolves of the U.S.
Fast forward several decades, and Jessica Talbot took over as the Alpha of the pack, becoming the Phuri. She had married a man named Lawrence Connors, who's parents had joined the pack when he was but a toddler. Lawrence had decided to take the Talbot name due it being so important to the family, which made Jessica very happy. Together they became quite the power couple. Jessica was firm, and straightforward, while Lawrence was patient, and understanding. They complimented each other quite nicely.
Russell was the first child of their union, followed by twin sisters several years later. Growing up Russell was a normal enough child, normal for a werewolf raised by werewolf Romani-hippies at least. He was seven and a half years old when his wolf showed up. It was quite the surprise, though it wasn't too early, the pack did have different rituals, and ceremonies that the young boys were to complete that would help them bare the pain better before their first turn. As the boys learn of their wolf between the ages of eight and ten, the boys of the pack perform different rituals, ceremonies, and exercises almost weekly in preparation of the turn. Russell was not given that luxury.
Russell has to take a crash course in these exercises until the next full moon, which was but a week away from when he discovered it. Day, and night he drilled these exercises. And when the full moon finally came he took it like a champ. Though it was still a rather violent transformation. Once it was over with many of the pack were impressed by how well Russell took to it, considering that he had little time to prepare, and was younger than the norm. This made him quite the candidate to be the next Alpha when the time comes, or in his mother's eyes at least.
It wasn't long after that the twins, Russell's baby sisters Michelle, and Elizabeth, were born. The twins were quite the handful as they got older, often requiring Lawrence's full attention to take care of. With Lawrence preoccupied with the toddlers, Jessica saw it as a perfect opportunity to begin grooming Russell to be the next Alpha. Russell was about nine years old at the time, and the boys his age were just beginning to learn of their wolves. So Jessica thought the boys would best benefit from Russell helping them given their close age, and his transformation occurring with him having little preparation.
And for the most part it did work. He was able to use his experience to teach them what to expect. Though they did have trouble doing what he said, given that he was roughly their age. They were all practically brothers after all. But still, he did manage to help them somewhat. His mother even admitted once they all had transformed that it went smoother for them than it has in years.
But all good things must come to an end, and a bloody end it was. Russell was sixteen, and suspicion of the pack had reached an all time high with the townsfolk that lived in the surrounding area. Recent savage animal attacks had fell upon the livestock, and pets of the small town. Naturally the werewolves had to be to blame. They could turn into wolves, and they were different after all. Though the truth of the matter was that it was a black bear that had somehow wondered it's way into the area.
But that didn't matter to bigot assholes with guns, and a axe to grind. An entire posse of men drunk on both liquor, and hate was formed as they came after the pack. They came in the dead of night when everyone was asleep, and scorched the entire farm, and setting fire to the houses they call home. As everyone scrambled to get out the posse was waiting for them with guns drawn, and at that point it was like herding cattle to the slaughter. They gunned them all down without mercy. Women, and even children.
With the gunfire on the outside, and the fire on the inside Lawrence, and Jessica had made a plan, all with but one look at each other. Lawrence shifted into his wolf form, and leaped out of the burning building, and towards the gunfire, hoping to give his family time to find another way out, and escape, as well as getting the attacker's attention. As he was lite up by the men he did manage to draw them towards him, and take but one down with him before he was finally put down. As that was happening Jessica, and Russell desperately tried to get themselves, and the twins out the backdoor which was clear thanks to Lawrence's sacrifice. However there was one man waiting for them.
A giant of a man busted through the backdoor with a shotgun in hand. He blew Jessica, and Michelle whom she was holding, away with but a single blast. Russell meanwhile was holding Elizabeth, and had managed to get behind cover as he turned his attention towards him. At this point instinct kicked in, he couldn't worry about the fact that his father was dead, and his mother, and sister were blown away right before his eyes. He still had Elizabeth, he had to get her to safety. While he could not shift, his wolf did help him in skirting around the man, and dodging his shots as Russell took cover behind the furniture of his burning home.
As Russell got closer to the backdoor he decided he had to make a run for it. As Russell dashed towards the door the man lined up a shot on him. However the man hadn't been counting his shots, and found himself empty. As Russell barreled out of the collapsing structure that was once his home he made a break for the nearby woods, figuring that would be their safest bet. Beneath a hail of gunfire he had barely managed to get to the woods.
The men followed closely behind him, combing the woods looking for them. Russell knew he couldn't out run them with him having to carry Elizabeth. So he choose to hide underneath a small ridge. As the men started to get closer, and closer all Russell could hear was the screams of his wolf wanting him to shift, and hunt them down, and kill them all. But he couldn't take the risk of leaving Elizabeth alone. So he was forced to deal with the feral rage that went through his head, while also keeping Elizabeth quiet.
It wasn't long before the posse began to approach them, and then the man that had just killed his mother was standing on the ridge over them. They were still hidden, and Russell had to keep Elizabeth quiet. He covered Elizabeth's mouth, smothering her whimpers, and tears. As he tried to keep her quiet, their struggling broke a small twig. Russell's heart stopped at that moment. He was readying himself to make another mad dash, but at this point they'd surely be killed. The minutes of anticipation for something, anything to happen felt like an eternity.
And then the man took his shotgun, and began firing at his feet. It took but two shots at point blank range to get through the loose earth above their heads. He fired down once more, catching Russell in his left shoulder, and killing Elizabeth. When the man jumped down to see his kills Russell had to play dead. The man was satisfied with his kills, and began to leave to regroup with the others.
As the man left Russell just lost all control of his wolf. He shifted, and before the man could react Russell was on him. Russell clamped down on his left arm, forcing him to drop his gun. With his considerable jaw strength he easily tore through the man's flesh right down to the bone. At this point Russell was but a beast of feral rage. Bloodlust, and revenge was the only thing in his eyes. The man desperately tried to get Russell off of him. He pulled a knife out, and slashed at his face, and stabbed in the belly, but all that did was piss him off even more.
Before he could finish him however the man's comrades had arrived, forcing Russell to release the man. From there all he can remember was running. The rest of it was a blur. The one thing he does remember, quite vividly was the tattoo on the man's right arm. Russell had eventually lost the men, and shifted back to human form in the next town over. Russell staggered into the closest ER to get his wounds treated.
Once his wounds were treated, and some of the questions the police asked answered, Russell disappeared from the hospital. From there Russell returned to the farm, finding it all but ashes left, and the attackers nowhere to be found. With nothing left of home, Russell left, but not before he personally buried his pack, and put up makeshift tombstones for them all. It was the most painful, and difficult thing he had ever done. But he felt it needed to be done.
Russell stuck around town for a bit, trying to find any information on the men that killed his family. His wolf was demanding blood, and after burying everyone he ever knew, and cared about he was more than willing to give him a ocean of it. However he found that most of the men that took part in the massacre were either captured by the authorities, or were in the wind. There was nothing he could do, no revenge to be had. He was completely alone.
But for a werewolf that's not true. He still had his wolf, who became very much like a wounded animal, demanding for the death all humans, not just the ones who were responsible for that tragedy. Russell could barely think without it demanding for vengeance. It was a difficult time for him. Russell was homeless, and began drifting around aimlessly. He could have tried to join some other pack, but he was fearful of his wolf. He was so violent, so angry, and mistrusting of others. He was a feral ticking timebomb. What pack would want that?
He had spent several months on the road, pretty much stealing everything that he needed to survive, even the clothes on his back. He was seventeen at that time, and a ghost of his former self. He was ghost white, and rather malnourished. It was at this time that he would meet his future pack, during the full moon when he was forced to turn.
Russell was out in the wilderness during the moon when he accidentally wondered into the territory of the Sutton pack. When he came across the Alpha of the pack, Jace, Russell acted like most males, he showed his teeth, and made a big macho show, while at the same time keeping his distance, and making it clear he wasn't interested in a fight. But Russell was in rather poor shape at that point, and even his wolf form showed it.
Perhaps the Alpha pitied the young wolf in his fragile state, but he allowed him to go about his way. The next day when he was in human form he was searched for by the Alpha, and found. From the looks of Russell it was clear that he didn't have any fight left in him. And Russell made it clear that he was just passing through, and that he didn't know there was a pack set up there.
Though he tried to leave he was quickly stopped by the Alpha's mate, Rachelle, who insisted that he get something to eat and rest, he looked like he was about ready to fall over dead. They invited him back to the house for them to further discuss his situation, as well as get some food into him. He was hesitant, but he accepted their offer.
After getting something to eat Jace and Rachelle asked him why a seventeen year old that looked like death warmed over was out on his own. He told them the truth, well mostly. He left out the gory details. He merely said that his pack, and family were slaughtered by a group of humans. It was still a fresh wound for him, and they could tell that it was painful for him to talk about it, so they didn't press him on further details on the night in question.
He also told them about his situation with his wolf, and how it had turned so violent, and angry. He also told them about how he's been able to thus far keep his wolf's darker urges at bay through the techniques that he learned as a child. They were rather impressed by this. After some discussion they offered Russell a place in the pack, believing that he could be a asset to them as well as believing that being around his own kind would do him some good. Russell was apprehensive to agreeing, especially given the state of his wolf, but he hesitantly agreed through some more persuasion.
At first Russell's presence was meet with suspicion by the other members of the pack. But he was soon accepted into the pack when he began taking up a similar role to what he had before, in that he began coaching some of the younger males for their first transformation. And now over a year later he may have finally found a new home.
| F A M I L Y T I E S |
Lawrence Talbot| Father| Deceased
Jessica Talbot| Mother| Deceased
Elizabeth Talbot| Younger Sister| Deceased
Michelle Talbot| Younger Sister| Deceased
{"Pain is a funny thing. It can strip you of everything you thought you knew about yourself. And turn you into a completely different animal."}
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Landon Liboiron
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