Talbot Kincaid

[Talbot Kincaid]

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TALBOT ELIAS KINCAID

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"What is the measure of a man who

Used to believe in something; used to believe I’d change everything but

I can’t remember why.

Now I can’t find the time to light this fire behind my eyes."

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BASIC INFORMATION

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full name- Talbot Elias Kincaid

nicknames- Tal, Alpha, Tyrant, Hound of Elise

gender- Male

age- 1,182

sexual orientation- Heterosexual

occupation- Wanderer

Race- Werewolf

height- 6'2''

build- Athletic, mesomorph

hair- Scruffy, chestnut

eyes- Silver

distinguishing marks-
 Tal's body is covered in scars inflicted by silver weapons in his centuries of existence. Most find it hard to focus on them as the dozens of tattoos that cover his body gran their attention. At last count Tal had 72 tattoos etched into his flesh. The most prominent is a severed dear head displayed on his chest.

playby-
Ricki Hall

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RACIAL TRAITS

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Powers

• Immortality;; As a werewolf Tal is incapable of dying by conventional means. In fact the only things that seems capable of severely injuring the wolf are silver and aconitum. Talbot stopped aging upon reaching his physical prime somewhere between his late twenties and early thirties. 
• Shifting;; The werewolves signature ability to switch between a lupine form and their human form. In Talbot's millennium of existence he has achieved a superb mastery of his ability to shift between all three of his forms. Talbot has displayed transforming small portions of his body, such as his eyes or a single finger, to transforming large portions,for example his entire lower half. Under normal circumstances Talbot can completely transform in the span of a few heartbeats.
• Enhanced Physiology;; As one of the oldest living werewolves still walking the earth as well as one of the rare Alphas Talbot's physical abilities are awe inspiring. In his human form Talbot is capable of inhuman feats of strength, agility, and endurance. Once he transitions to either of his lupine forms, be it bipedal or quadruped, his physical traits are further enhanced. Talbot favors using his physical strength to batter his enemies able to crush stone between his bare hands in his human form and tear through steel without the aid of his claws in lupine form. In any of his forms Talbot possesses heightened senses giving him a preternatural awareness of his surroundings and allowing him to track others by scent. These abilities are heightened in his animal forms though.
• Dominance;; Wolves bow to an Alpha's call, such is the way of the world. When Talbot wishes it he can impose his will upon other wolves and force them to obey his commands. Like many Alpha's Talbot dislikes using the ability without cause and hasn't used it in the past four hundred years. Even without directly using it the Dominance causes Talbot to an exude an aura of authority and leadership.

Abilities

• Durability;; Talbot's age has given him a more durable body than the average werewolf. 
• Speak to Animals;; Tal's animalistic nature lets him communicate with other beasts of the land. He finds it difficult to speak with avian species and only has a limited understanding of aquatic creatures.
• Howl;; In his wolf forms Talbot can release a harsh, ear splitting howl. This howl often unnerves those not accustomed to a werwolf's cry, especially that of an Alpha's. 
• Pack Summoning;;  Wolves rarely hunt alone. Where one is seen several more are sure to follow. Even Werewolves, for all their might and fury, hunt together. To help coordinate their efforts Talbot is able to call upon his pack from long distances. While this isn't outright telepathy he's able to relay a few simple commands; back down, hold, and most importantly, hunt.
• Healing;; In the off chance that Talbot does incur some form of bodily injury his body's enhanced metabolism causes any wound he incurs to heal at an accelerated rate. Severe wounds, deep cuts and broken bones, not caused by silver take only a few hours to completely heal and fade away. Minor wounds, such as small cuts and bruises heal within moments. 

Skills

• Experienced Combatant;; A millennium of conflict and war have forged Talbot into an exceptional combatant. Tal has stormed the field of battle in almost every major conflict that Yalanze has ever seen and many of it's smaller skirmishes. Coupled with his enhanced physiology Tal is a force to be reckoned with. The man tends to favor using weapons commonly employed by soldiers; short swords, spears, and shields.  He's perfectly capable of using any weapon that happens to be handed to him, with the exception of incredibly exotic armaments. 
• Leadership;; In one form or another Talbot has always been forced to lead. In his youth he was the Alpha of an ancient pack that hunted among the shadows of Yalanze. In his middle years he was a distinguished member of the Battalion serving as one of their generals. When the war between the races broke out Talbot assumed a position of leadership among the inhumans. Talbot can take the reigns in almost any situation and provide a rock solid foundation for others to rely upon and a cool head to direct them. 
• Master Hunter and Tracker;; Talbot has been hunting his entire life. From the time he was a pup he's tracked and hunted man and beasts all over Yalanze. Talbot can track almost anything by scent and the most minute of visual clues. 
• Silver Tongued;; A trait that few wolves tend to learn is eloquence. As a society based upon physical displays of dominance and subservience there's little need to. In his years interacting with various species Tal has discovered a natural ability to communicate with others. His time spent apart from the pack has forced him to cultivate this skill making him a far better speaker than most would assume a werewolf to be. 
• Polyglot; Talbot’s long life has been soaked with blood, but has also been enriched by various meetings. Talbot has learned many languages in his travels, including a few not native to Yalanze. 

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MENTAL TRAITS

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personality-

• Predatory
• Unscrupulous
• Sarcastic
• Flirtatious
• Attentive

strengths-

• Erudite
• Observant
• Patient
• Confident
• Savage

weaknesses-

• Silver
• Wolf's Bane
• Insomniac
• Self sacrificing
• Pride

likes-

• Strong Liquor
• Hunting
• Cigarillos
• Fiery women
• Late nights

dislikes-

• Green foods
• Needless conflict
• Magic
• The Undead
• Early mornings

fears-

• Failing the Pack
• Losing his position as Alpha
• Subjugation
• War
• Return of zombies

goals-

• To keep his people from conflict
• Establish peace between the races
• To gain a better understanding of technology
• To ensure his family name lives on
• Unity among the Werewolves

secrets-

• Talbot was a member of the Brigade and a former General.
• Talbot suffers from PTSD after centuries of wars and slavery and often experiences night terrors.
• Talbot keeps his exact age concealed. Most only know that he's one of the oldest living Werewolves.
• Very few people know of Talbot's past as a slave to Elise.

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Backround Check

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family- N/A

marital status- Single

history- Ambition had always been one of Talbot’s fatal flaws. Even more so in his youth. From the time of his birth the boy was destined to lead the pack. He was an Alpha, it was ingrained into his very being, everyone knew it and no one would allow him to forget it. The majority of the young lads youth was spent playing with other pups, exploring the lush forest of Yalanze, and imitating his father. All the while his pack played a deadly game of keep away with the humans. In this early era of Yalanze groups of hunters roamed freely, attacking any inhumans that they happened across. As one of the first groups of these inhumans to arise Werewolves were a particularly favored target. Talbot was intrigued by these packs of humans and their tenacity in hunting his family. Finding humans was an easy task, stalking them back to their homes, that had proven a bit more difficult. Talbot was adamant to locate this strange, two legged hunters den though. When he’d discovered their den he was in awe. Talbot had never seen a city before. Small villages and towns, but never anything quite the size he saw that day. They outnumbered his clan a hundred to one, possibly more. It was upon seeing this that Tal came to the realisation that his pack would have no chance against all of those humans, not alone.

Years flowed by and Talbot’s childish thoughts were galvanised by the fires of age. The silly notion of joining forces was tossed out the window as he came to realize that the differences between the packs would not allow them to cooperate for extended periods of time. There could not be two Alphas working in tangent, it simply wasn’t the way of things. So, instead he turned his thoughts towards a single idea, uniting the packs beneath a single leader, a single Alpha. It was not the first time someone had possessed the thought and certainly not the last. Few had Talbot’s determination though. At the age of 63 Talbot’s father passed and, as beta, Tal inherited the spot. Several challenged the claim, several fell before the young wolf. While the Alpha wanted nothing more than to begin his plans he needed to make preparations and strengthen his pack first. Several years of adding and culling had seen his pack grow in strength.

A century of what can only be described as war ignited. Talbot’s pack left their home in the marshlands and sought out weaker packs to devour. In those times the packs were spread far and wide and numerous. It was only a short time before Talbot had defeated another Alpha in combat and laid claim to his pack and lands. For years this continued and those under Talbot were ruled with an iron maw. None knew that he did so to protect themselves against the numerous humans that had hunted them or the undead that walked the lands. It was not long before he was being called a tyrant, but few could stand against him. Near the end of his reign Talbot had conquered nine packs. Six of the previous Alphas had perished, one had been lamed, the seventh banished, and the final had the “honor” of becoming Talbot’s beta. It was his beta who had contacted the remaining packs and held a council. It was with them that the wolf sought to disband the pack that Talbot had established. Few wolves could hold their own against Tal on the field of battle and so the wolves turned to an unlikely ally; the vampires. The council approached a young member of the vampires’ council. The female, delighted by the idea of getting involved with a war between the wolves, agreed to help and provided the traitors with a concoction of odorless wolf’s bane. In return for her aide she demanded the would-be “king” as compensation.

The next hunt Talbot’s beta bathed the kill in the poison. As Alpha Talbot was entitled the the first taste and also the only from that hunt. Tal fell to the ground as his pack gathered about him and simply watched as he faded into unconsciousness. When the wolf awoke he was chained to the wall in a dank dungeon. Before him sat the woman who’d helped in his downfall, the vampiress named Elise. Bound in silver constraints he snarled at her while she only smiled. After tiring himself out she told him how she wished for him to serve her as her personal steward, after all having an Alpha to tend to her would be rather exotic and a fine display of her personal power. Of course Talbot refused, but Elise was prepared for a long, drawn out battle. For the next forty years Talbot was dosed with small amounts of wolf’s bane and asked the same question everyday, “Will you kneel today?” Forty years of pain and darkness. Forty years of having his resolved chiseled away by a vicious woman. Forty years of agony. Talbot wishes he could have said he held out, that he escaped in a noble fashion, but he ended up a broken whelp, begging for a chance to serve, to end the pain.

The day Talbot broke he was rewarded with his first taste of sunlight in decades, a long bath, and the largest meal he’d ever eaten. The days that followed saw him being trained in the art of courtiers. There was a certain etiquette that one had to follow in the court and as Elise’s steward his behaviour reflected directly upon her. He learned the proper way to speak, the structure of the vampiric court, it’s subtle etiquettes and histories. The training was intense, but short lived compared to his reign as Alpha and his time in the dungeons. By the time it was finished Talbot had become a perfect gentleman, something few had ever heard to describe a werewolf. Talbot became entangled in the world of the vampires. Their hierarchy and technological advancements were astonishing and sparked his innate curiosity.

Despite his agreement to be her servant Talbot was still given miniscule doses of wolf’s bane, just enough to make him weak and complacent. Talbot spent the better part of two centuries with Elise and the two slowly began to develop a rapport. Something akin to friendship developed between the two of them. By the end of their time together Talbot truly liked his master and, sometimes, lover. When the doses of wolf’s bane began to be administered less frequently he found it all that much more heart breaking when he broke her neck and tossed her into the daylight. To add insult to death Talbot set Elise’s home ablaze before darting off into the sunset upon all fours. Talbot was nearly 400 when he escaped with nowhere to go.

The wolf roamed the ever changing lands often passing himself off as a human or a gifted. Using the charms and silver tongue that he had acquired in court he found it easy to weasel his way into work and his muscles and quick wit made sure he stayed employed. During his years of freedom Talbot served many roles. For a time he worked as a guard for an upscale brothel, becoming entangled in various criminal elements. He found the gangs that operated in large cities similar to packs of wolves, though he could never bring himself to join one he often rented out his services as a hunter and enforcer. In time he found himself switching sides of the law, becoming a guardsman after an odd misunderstanding. More often than not Talbot posed as a mercenary. For centuries Talbot hoped from professions and amassed a wealth of knowledge. On very rare occasions his jobs would force him to cross paths with various inhumans.

Vampires had heard of Elise’s mad hound and Talbot wanted nothing more than to avoid them. Werewolves had practically forgotten Talbot’s name, but legends had been made of his story, of a wolf who’d amassed one of the largest packs Yalenze had ever seen only for the weight of it to crush him. When he did encounter another wolf he was met with distrust. For the other species, Talbot expressed nothing more than to learn more about them and their ways. He encountered merfolk, ghosts, and most astounding, dragons. Centuries later Tal would encounter demons. Demons had always rubbed Talbot the wrong way, reminding him too much of vampires and zombies in too many ways.

He'd made friends and it had helped to ease the hole in his heart caused by his banishment, but not fill it. It was near this time while on a job he encountered the Battalion. He witnessed their valor and love for one another and in it was reminded of what it was to be in a pack. Once the job was completed he tagged along with the small group that he'd encountered, hopeful to join their cause. His martial skills were enough to earn him a spot among them, but it was the loyalty and camaraderie he displayed upon his journey their that had truly made him a perfect fit for the Battalion. For 26 years Talbot served in the Battalion, rising through their ranks until he'd achieved a position as one of their Field Generals. He'd lead men into battle and made a name for himself and his cunning use of the abundant forests. Talbot's time in the Battalion was drawing to a close. Across the land the inhumans were rising up, demanding fair treatment.

Talbot found himself torn between what he considered his two homes. The one that had cast him out and the one that would never accept him for his true nature. The humans employed the Battalion and Talbot was forced to meet an army of his kin on the field of battle. He led his humans as he'd always had, but as he did his heart wept. Upon the end of the battle Talbot handed in his papers and left in the middle of the night. He couldn't bear to kill his own people. The humans were much too well organized and too plentiful. Even with the might of the inhumans combined they couldn't stand against them. Talbot knew he needed to return to his people. The needed a leader, a general, an Alpha. When Talbot arrived among the forests of his youth he was met with distrust. Talbot was brought before a council of Alpha's who were to decide his fate. It was there, among the council of packs, that Talbot was recognized by the son of his former Beta, now the head of Talbot’s original pack. Murmurs of terror went up as the name Talbot the Tyrant touched the lips of those who looked on. When it was revealed that he had lead the force that had beaten them back earlier the whispers turned to growls of ire went up. The council had no idea what to do with this ancient Alpha.

He argued that he was able to defeat their packs with soft humans then he'd be more than capable of beating the humans with wolves. The Alphas deliberated for weeks. In that time they lost several more battles. Pride was an important aspect of Werewolf culture and to lose so many times to humans was unthinkable. Despite their hate Talbot was called upon to help his people. He wasn't their leader, not by a long shot, but his aid was needed and he found himself being looked to for answers. Talbot took the field many times and grew sick of the bloodshed, but knew his people needed a home to call their own. As the war came to a close Talbot withdrew himself from the wolves. Three hundred years of fighting for them could not make up for his century of tyrannical reign, at least not in his eyes. So, the ancient being began to wander the earth once more.

War seems to be on the horizon again and with the Dragons' attack upon the Werewolves' land Talbot feels the need to aid his people once more.

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ooc name- Vy

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