Connor Lovel

**Connor Lovel** was a male werewolf and the husband of Otsana. He previously lived in Agrona under both Nymeria's rule and Delora's.

## Appearance

Connor had short, blonde hair and light, sky blue eyes. He typically wore casual clothes regardless of the setting and had a very cheerful and upbeat demeanor. His clothes were always a deep, warm and earthy tone. In his wolf form, his fur is a light blonde, similar to how his hair is, making him stand out from the others in the clan.

## Personality

Connor had a very easygoing personality. He was extremely creative and drew inspiration from everything around him. He enjoyed spending time alone, and would often lock himself in his room for hours at a time to work on whatever novel he had been writing. Despite being preyed upon by a werewolf, he refused to give up writing, and wrote small "fantasy" books about what it was like being a werewolf. Much of what he wrote was just that, fantasy. It was an almost romanticized version, one that he hoped would reduce the fear and stigma around werewolves. Toward those he loved, Connor was attentive and protective. Otsana often teased that he became the right species, and that his personality was akin to that of a dog.

## Biography

Connor grew up in a small, discrete village in Agrona, where he was raised by his parents. They were both artistic, and would often encourage Connor to paint or draw. As such, he quickly developed an affinity for the creative venues in which people naturally expressed themselves: all manners of physical art, music, writing, and even dancing. Connor was determined to learn how to dance, so, he began listening to music and attempting to match his movements to the rhythm and beat. He found he was quite good at this, and would often improvise whenever his village held a small festival.

As he grew older, his affinity for dancing decreased, but the appeal of writing and reading grew. Though there were few things dance could not express, he found that they could be expressed through writing. Words were able to convey what the rest of his body could not. The first time he got into a serious argument with his mother, he was unsure of how to right things and simply explain that his actions were performed out of concern for the entire family. No matter how many times he attempted to reason with her, she scolded him for going behind her back. In reality, the severity of his "crimes" didn't warrant nearly as bad of a punishment as he had received (at least in Connor's eyes). He had snuck out of the house one day after learning about the werewolves and attempted to find one. Part of him had been curious and wanted to see for himself the beasts that had been tormenting his parents and humanity as a whole. Another part of him wanted to see if he could kill it and protect his village and family.

Of course, he didn't find a werewolf, instead, he found his parent's wrath and disappointment. He hadn't been able to maintain the "sleeping" ruse for long, and they had swiftly found out that he had replaced himself with bunched up blankets and pillows and snuck out his bedroom window. Connor was only fourteen at that time. His village was raided by werewolves merely two months later, some of them suspected that it had been Connor's scent that had led them there. He was attacked when they found him in the square and infected. The same clan that had attacked his village and infected him was the one to take him in.

Connor was hesitant to trust his new family after everything that had happened, and he kept his distance from the others for a long while. Eventually, they began growing worried about him after he refused to participate in the same raids that once plagued his hometown. He didn't want to be a part of this cycle that endlessly terrorized others. During full moons, he found that he could retain his sanity, yet still communicate with the others. He was taught that these were the traits and abilities of a lunar werewolf. Thus, he was put in charge of ensuring that the veru werewolves who were unble to participate in raids were safe and out of trouble. He found that this job suited him quite well, and began personally ensuring that they were not only safe and accounted for, but comfortable. That's how he met Otsana.