Name: Connor Vargstellan
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf
Appearance:
Standing at about average height, but seeming at least a few inches below due to his perpetual slouch, Connor has an irreparably untidy appearance. His short black hair is always messed up, there are huge bags under his eyes and he has a tendency to show up at work in a mismatched assortment of office clothes and pyjamas. His wolfish face has a patch of stubble on the chin and he is rarely seen not clutching a mug of coffee.
Personality: To call Connor a ‘snark knight’ would be an understatement. He is sarcastic, grumpy and cranky, and generally unsuitable to take on the responsibilities he has in his position as manager, although not afraid to have a sense of humour...to some extent. Despite his fatigued demeanour, he usually has a waspish retort ready. His more sociable side often shows around cloudy nights, and he has an unexpected soft spot for dangerous creatures.
Connor is a member of a more recent strain of werewolf - looking more like something out of an old horror movie with cheap practical effects when he shifts. He’s a bit of an oddball in that he doesn’t show any signs of posing a threat to anyone.
History: Connor was actually a normal human to begin with, although one of the few who were aware of the department - his father worked there and still does. He had wanted to work for them from a young age and was soon being taken out on jobs to be shown the ropes. Unfortunately, someone thought it was a good idea for him to go on a job with the department’s most irresponsible drinker. The employee in question being rather drunk on the night, he wasn’t quite Able to keep the young man safe from having his arm quite rudely bitten and infected. He certainly got a good shouting at afterwards.
Other: Unsurprisingly, he is probably the most carnivorous eater.