Post by Connor Ashling on Apr 30, 2009 9:16:59 GMT
Chris
NAME: Chris
CONTACT: PM please
GENDER: Chick
AGE: 20
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Three years
OTHER CHARACTERS:
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG-D
Connor Reagan Ashling
Oh, Hail to the Thief.
NAME: Chris
CONTACT: PM please
GENDER: Chick
AGE: 20
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Three years
OTHER CHARACTERS:
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG-D
Connor Reagan Ashling
Oh, Hail to the Thief.
character basics
NICKNAMES: Connie? Mmmno. No nicknames.
AGE: 16
GROUP: Student
YEAR: year 11
BIRTHDAY: February 18th
GENDER: Male
PLAY-BY: Kevin Zegersappearance
Despite a long standing history of tall, bulky genetics in his family, Connor is the skinny, shorter type topping out at about 5'9” with no meat on his bones and little hopes of getting taller. Despite that, he carries himself as if he were seven feet tall, all crooked grin and outward confidence. His skin is pale with a smattering of freckles if he steps into the sun for too long, and his permanently mussed hair is a dark brown inherited from his mother.
personality
Outwardly, Connor is the smiley type. He doesn't see much use in being a stick in the mud, no matter the way his day is going. He's learned that, if you just smile through it, eventually you'll just forget about what's bothering you, especially if you an get others to smile with you. He likes cheering other people up because of it, even if the other party is doing nothing short of telling him to go away. Of course his smile and forget theory does tend to get him in trouble, because he also applies this to things like homework and thus is grades suffer. He's really fairly smart, but he rarely applies himself to academic ventures. Really, he considers it a miracle that he got into this school at all.
Cheerful outlook aside, there are things that haunt him a bit. Mostly, it's just the simple idea that he has no idea what or who he wants to be. When he looks inward, he feels like he's hollow, insubstantial and when he looks into the future, it's all just one big white terrifying slate. His father is a very successful and an exceedingly smart man and he's always felt the pressure of measuring up... worse yet, he doesn't even know if he wants to measure up.
All this leads into a very...interesting habit of Connor's. He's something of a kleptomaniac. He doesn't know what he wants...so he just takes what everyone else has. Stealing gives him a rush or adrenaline that he's just become addicted to. The more he does it, the farther he has to go to feel the thrill of it. Course, once he gets his hands on what he wants... he doesn't really want it anymore, so then he has fun hiding it back in the owner's possessions without them figuring it out. Once in a while he keeps stuff, mostly shiny stuff and mostly from people he doesn't think deserve said shiny thing. He keeps them in a pine box under his bed and obsessively checks to see if they're still there every night.family & history
FATHER: Ashton Ashling Jr., 52. Ashton is a wickedly smart, if standoffish man. He cares deeply about Connor, but believes that overly showing affection makes a kid soft, and with him already acting out, he doesn't think it'd do any good anyway.
MOTHER: Laura Ashling, 32 at death. A chipper, optimistic woman, who taught Connnor how to play poker at the age of 6. She died of Breast Cancer at 32.
GRANDMOTHER: Una Ashling, 78. Una is equal parts crotchety and giggly and flips back and forth between the two by the hour. Her age is catching up to her though, and she rarely gets out of the house. Though that doesn't stop her from making prodding phone calls to both her son and grandson about if they have enough socks.
HISTORY:
Connor was born into a fairly influential and annoyingly rich Irish family, but has never really seen the benefits of said money. His father is notoriously shrewd and intentionally ties up his money in various business ventures, stocks, and trust funds. Ashton is a bit paranoid in that way. He's always waiting for the world economy to fall through the roof and likes his family to be accustomed to living in that way. Laura, his wife, always thought that was a bit silly, but never argued the fact. She liked having the cozy, out of the way, house and just wanted to spend her days with her son and husband, and for a while, she did.
Connor spent his days in school, choosing to commute back and forth instead of attending boarding school. He was an average student, mostly due to hyperactivity, he drove the teachers up the wall by simply refusing to sit down. His mother was accustomed to making at least one trip a week up to the school to “chat” with the headmaster about Connor. Of course, once Connor figured out that his mother would show up if he acted out he did it twice as much.
At 10, Laura started to get sick and by 12, she'd passed away of a particularly malignant form of breast cancer. Ashton was devastated. He'd lost his first wife to a nasty divorce and now this. He receded even more from his home life and called in his mother to take care of Connor. From then on Connor wound his way from one school to another, his attention problems exacerbated to the point that no school wanted to take him for more than a year. His father didn't pay much attention, until, at age 16, and with Una's wits leaving her, he decided to send Connor to Laura's old school, Somnium. Laura had sworn that the school had been the best thing that had ever happened to her, and he hoped that it would have the same effect on Connor.
And so, after throwing some money around, Connor found himself shipped off to England.dream form
Connor's dream form is a vague male figure made completely out of smoke. He can appear anywhere from smoke on the wind to almost completely substantial. When he is, he appears as a male with indistinct features wearing a black and white suit. His face is either mostly featureless or he can steal the features of someone else. A pocket watch rests in his vest, identical to the one his father always carries around, though when you open it, it doesn't have any hands. His voice isn't any more distinct either. It comes out as a sort of multi layered stage whisper that is easily caught in the wind and swept away.
His form represents how indistinct he feels he is. He doesn't know what he should be, and so he's no better than smoke.