Club Life - Talon enjoys being around people, getting attention, and getting fussed over.
Pride - He's a pansexual transman living his best life these nights.
Curious - There's every reason and no reason for him to get the places he goes. He as born and raised in LA, but he's enjoying it through fresh eyes lately.
The Party Bus - Somehow Talon has procured a large van that he's turned into a home away from home. The inside is comfy - wanna come see it?
Peek Behind The Curtain
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Affiliation:
Camarilla
Clan:
Gangrel
Flaws:
Rat in a Cage
Easily Intoxicated
Background:
Talon Sharp, which unsurprisingly is not his birth name, was sired not long ago at all. On the first of October in 2022, as it happens, in what his sire jokingly called his ‘clutch’. But we will get back to that. %r%rTalon’s childhood was tumultuous and full of anger and resentment, which only cooled off in his adulthood when he transitioned and began living openly as a man. Through a mix of good luck and incurring a lot of debt, Talon managed to get on hormones and get top surgery at 19, and keep up his care regimen up until his last night. He was just getting his life figured out in LA, feeling like himself for the *first time*… when he was noticed by his sire.
Said sire had collected several young people – 5 people who had been followed for months, observed to be tenaciously carving out a life for themselves, most of them queer or disabled or both – and sired them all in an orgy of feeding and terror and pain deep in the forest and then left them. Two died from the experience, their disabilities too extensive to endure the trauma. Two more died in the first week. Only Talon survived from his clutch, scraping out a life for himself by hunting animals, sleeping in the ground, and learning to change his form. He noticed that – the mountain lion was the best at bringing down prey alone, so he made use of that shape. For his flight form, he couldn’t help but remember the pet cat he had as a child, a fluffy black stray that would simply disappear when it didn’t want to be found. Perhaps out of nostalgia, or perhaps out of a preference for the feline, he took on the shape of that black cat as his flight form.
These nights he is adjusting back to living in the city, being among kine and other kindred, and tempering the instincts of his second life. The one silver lining of his embrace is that his body has maintained the changes his hormone therapy had manifested for him, so he can keep living as a man without fear of needing more shots, doctors’ visits, or insurance companies. So perhaps, all in all, this is better.
