Hi luvs, I'm Talon!! I'm here cuz I heard your dash needs more undead disasters :b
(Any posts in green are from Talon’s pov)
Name: Talon Mercutio
Clan: Toreador
Pronouns: he/him :3
Born 1985, embraced 2007
I am a Cybergoth rave gremlin who was born in Essex. I kind of floated about, stayed in Germany and that. Until I went to America and went to this warehouse party and I...well I ended up here. I don't remember much before my incident where I became...y'know. I've made friends though, so I'm quite happy where I am!! Humanity is a great big messy thing and I luv being a part of it...or I guess...l did.
Ask me anything!!
(OTHER CHARACTERS IN LORE)
Phoenix Bassanio: Talon's sire who abandoned him as he was dying on the warehouse club bathroom floor. Talon has met Phoenix a few times, but doesn't know him that well. And Phoenix doesn't like to remember.
Tybalt Crane: Once a Victorian grave robber, turned Nosferatu, turned underground radio host (literally). Basically keeps Talon from getting into trouble since Talon doesn't really understand the world yet.
?????????: Someone from Talon's past with a secret they attempt to hide. Since Talon lost quite a few memories, he doesn't quite remember them...and they might not be stable enough to remember him.
Vtmb is on the brain as of late, had to draw my favorite guyyy, love me some Smiling Jack 😋 💕
no honesty I need him bad 👁️👁️
Anyways I’ve also been cooking up an oc for this game and hope to post about her soon but we’ll see I got a bit of stuff on the back burner as is haha..ha…
most tragic thing about wanting to see more stuff of your oc is that the c is o and YOU have to make the stuff. devastating. why can’t art of my beautiful baby just appear in my hands. just materialize under my pillow, like from the tooth fairy
I wrote a thing at 3 am about how Talon met Crane. It’s probably very sloppy but yayyy I finally got around to writing out more lore. I’ll most likely rewrite this better when I have a bit more of a functional brain lmao :3
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Talon was leaning against the sewer wall, the only light coming through the cracks of the drain above him. The past few days he had going around like a kid who had just found out his wish for Christmas Day every day had come true. But sitting on that vaguely sticky floor he realised that this was it. This was the rest of his life. Soon the music will change, the people he just spent all night dancing with will grow old and have children. And he’ll still be sitting here. Nothing much settled in his brain - his mother used to say that his elevator never got to the top floor. He suddenly wanted to be six years old again. The thrill of immortality had already curdled.
He was about to settle in for another sleepless day, when he heard the faintest echo from down the long sewer corridor. It sounded like the crackle of an amplifier. He wasn’t alone. Talon stood up, heart pumping, unsuccessfully wiping the unknown goop from his jeans, starting to go down the corridor, further and further from the light of day. He walked for what felt like hours, his platform shoes clanking against the metal bridges. At the end of the corridor, he found a door. The light above it was cracked. If it wasn’t for the gentle sound of 80s yacht rock coming through the thick metal of the door, it would simply blend into the wall. Talon was never one for self preservation, so he cracked opened the door.
The room stunk of thick men’s cologne, the type that had separated over time to where the alcohol and fragrance were both intensely potent. The walls were painted to look like broad cityscapes, with curtains hung up to sell the illusion. And in the middle, was a broadcast desk, the kind of one those slick voiced radio DJs used. And judging by the greasy pompadour peeking out from under the desk, it was currently occupied.
“Excuse me-“
The pompadour lifted, revealing it belonged to a contorted face, grey as concrete, teeth tearing through the side of his face as if corroded by acid. Its ears were pointed and ribbed on the inside like a bats’, the whites of his eyes were instead the colour of deep cherries. It was a monster, and worse, it was wearing a dagger collared silk shirt.
“Oh great. At least you had the decency to barge in during an ad break” Came the creature. It had a voice like a mortar and pestle grinding gravel, but in a rather addicting way.
“I didn’t- I heard your amp”
“I know you did. You’ve been down here every night for a week now.”
“You knew about that? What…are you, exactly?”
“What am I! What am I, he says!”
Talon blinked.
“I’m just like you, dumbass.”
Talon doubted that very much.
“A vampire. A kindred. Jesus, you just popped out of your coffin or what?”
“You know what I am.” Talon’s eyes twinkled with realisation, slamming his hands on the desk, “You know what I am!”
“Yes yes, I do, now get your hands off my desk.”
“Please, you gotta help me. I think I died!”
“You think?”
“Yeah! And I’ve been kinda wandering around, y’know, finding stuff out for myself. But…but I lost the guy who killed me.”
The creature man-thing lit up a cigarette, “You’re an orphan?”
“I…guess so?”
The creature’s eyes soften, the red in his eyes swirling. It never blinked.
“Look kiddo, you’re…you’re right about one thing. You’re dead. Some guy turned you into a vampire. We call them kindred. Judging by the shoes, you got picked up by a Toreador. Or a Malkavian, can never really tell with you artsy types. But either way, you’re stuck here with the rest of us.”
Talon hugged his knees. It wasn’t nice to hear your conclusions out loud, especially said by someone else.
“I was like you once.” The creature’s eyes soften spoke, “Trusted the wrong person. Hell, that’s how I became the handsome devil you see before you. Had nobody in my corner. Still don’t, to tell you the truth.”
“Why don’t you just go out and find people to put in your corner?”
“Can’t. And won’t. Can’t, because with my features I won’t last long on the surface, plus my legs kinda banged up, and won’t because the Camarilla and I ain’t too close.”
Talon didn’t really understand who the Camarilla was, but he was getting weirdly attached to the creature thing, kinda like how he would get attached to random ravers crying in the bathrooms. The creature looked up “Listen, I’ll let you stay here if you go around and do jobs for me when I can’t, okay? You seem like you need to burn off the energy anyway.”
“That would mean a lot, thank you!” Talon smiled wide, leaning forward.
“You may call me Crane, and remember, I’m only doing this cause you don’t know better.”
The creature thing who called itself Crane was nice, once you got to know him. Even if he smelled like a perfume store and his teeth nattered when he was focusing. But Talon never seemed to mind.
