Name: Connor Wuithall
Species: Werewolf
Description: Dark skin, dark hair, amber eyes. Tall and big. One look and you know he's "somebody". Powerful and dignified and stately.
The Lycaon is just somebody that gets attention wherever he goes. He's crafty and sneaky and almost feline-like in mindset which is odd since he's a werewolf.
He exudes power and grace like other people exudes perfume, and he's confident in himself, he knows what he can do and has nothing to prove so he rarely feels the need to throw his weight around.
There's no doubt that he's a puppet master, growing up with Mey who is the best of the best of puppet masters, made sure of that but at least he's subtle about it and never saw the purpose of rubbing it in other people's noses. Which Mey often likes to do.
He has qualities that makes him not only a good ruler but a shrewd ruler, what's dangerous about him isn't his power--though he has that in loads--but his brain which is as sharp and fast as his claws.
He is a man of quiet passion and simple delights; like most wolves (and most men), he likes the out-doors and likes to kick back with a beer and a burger but as a politician as well, as Alpha King, he can rub shoulders with the best of them.
He doesn't get angry, doesn't feel the need to because what he is usually deter other people from pissing him off but be careful, if you try your luck on him, he hits you back thrice as hard.
