Connor Becket - Complete

[connor]

Connor, Oliver, Becket

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“Drowning deep in my sea of loathing, broken your servant I kneel. It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing in me.”[/center]



NAME:[/color] Connor Oliver Becket, sometimes nicknamed 'Con' or 'Beck'

APPARENT AGE:[/color] 17

REAL AGE:[/color] 17

GENDER:[/color] Male

SEXUALITY:[/color] Heterosexual

RACE:[/color] Half-Demon

SIDE:[/color] He's not quite sure yet.

CANON OR ORIGINAL:[/color] Original

i'm creeping my way out
so you can see me

HAIR:[/color] Dark brown, comes down to just above his shoulders, always messy.

EYES:[/color] Dark brown almost black

HEIGHT:[/color] 5'10"

BUILD:[/color] Athletic, though not overly stocky.

DISTINGUISHED BY:[/color] His chest and back are covered in scars some from knives, most from being whipped or belted.

PREFERRED PLAYBY:[/color] Avan Jogia

FULL DESCRIPTION:[/color] Connor has full, messy, dark hair that he must constantly move out of his face. His eyes are also very dark, to the point where many people find it uncomfortable to meet his gaze. Though he is 5'10" he looks much shorter as he walks with stooped shoulders to try and avoid attention. He has his father's olive complexion though that is the only thing he inherited from the man.

i'm crawling my way
round a thousand cities

PERSONALITY:[/color] When he was younger, Connor was a very cheerful child, and some of that carefee nature still shows through on occasion when something actually manages to make him truly happy. Of course that is a very rare occurance.

Most of the time, Connor spends his time brooding or appearing to brood. Even when he isn't in a bad mood (which isn't to say he's in a good mood) he tends to look angry at everything.

Should he manage to find the motivation, Connor can actually be quite charming, though he tends to make most people uncomfortable.

GOALS:[/color]

• To figure out his place in the world
  
• To be free of his father
  
• To find his mother
  
• To either rid himself of his abilities or finally be able to fully control them

FEARS:[/color] Connor is afraid of what he is becoming, or more accurately, afraid that it has already happened. Ever since puberty strange things had been happening to him and now he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He is also afraid of his father. Years of abuse for no apparent reason have lead Connor to both loathe and fear the man.


LIKES:[/color] To be left alone, skipping rocks, the dark, the fizzing sound when you open a fresh can of cola, coffee, creamy pasta.

DISLIKES:[/color] His father, annoying people, people looking at him, being in trouble, flat cola, cold coffee, his father, that his mother never wanted him... did I mention his father?

you all stop and stare
i don't need your pity

TITLE:[/color] N/A

JOB:[/color] N/A

DATE OF CHANGE:[/color] N/A - born a half-demon

ABILITIES:[/color] His mother having been a Shadow Demon, Connor has the ability to sink into the shadows and be unseen. Many people describe him as creepy because he seems to just appear out of no where. With time, he should be able to use the shadows as a weapon or a more effective hiding place.

Unknown to him, his shadow demon side slowly fills people he is attached to with a dark shadow of their own, making them horrid and driving them mad (as in the case of his father). It is unknown whether he will ever be able to control this.

He is also extremely atheletic, able to run very fast, climb very well and jump very far. This has nothing to do with his mother and everything to do with spending years trying to get away from his father.

i'm living my life in this hell

COMMON KNOWLEDGE:[/color]
Connor has never known his mother, is generally considered to be a loner. Has run away from home numerous times.

SECRETS:[/color]His father is an alcoholic and extremely violent, Connor isn't as disinterested in people as he makes out, and he actually does have a memory of his mother, though it is of her leaving him behind.

HABITS:[/color] Connor is constantly running a hand through his hair to keep it off his face, he chews his lip when he is thoughtful or nervous and has a tendency to tap rhythmless beats on the nearest surface when he is bored.

STRENGTHS:[/color]Connor is very good at moving around without being noticed. Even without the help of shadows, he is quiet and makes himself seem small and insignificant so that no body pays him any mind. He's pretty good at sports, though he has never joined a team, his classmates learned pretty quickly to choose him first in gym.

WEAKNESSES:[/color]General social interaction is a struggle for Connor. Not because he is socially awkward, but he is constantly at war with who and what he is and this shows through if he tries to have a conversation with someone and it puts them off (though i have mentioned that if he can put this aside for a small amount of time, he is very charming.)

now i'm crawling away
cause the stress has killed me

PARENTS:[/color] Derek Leon Becket - Father
Unknown Shadow Demon - Mother

SIBLINGS:[/color] N/A

RELATIONSHIPS:[/color] Not at this stage, it would be a brave awesome woman to bring this guy out of his brooding.

HISTORY:[/color] When Connor was younger, his relationship with his father was absolutely fantastic. Derek would drink, yes, but never to the point of violence and they always got along well. Connor never asked about his mother as there were no pictures of her in the house and it never seemed to matter.

When he hit puberty, though, things started getting weird. Not in such a way that the whole world noticed. But Connor noticed, and his father definitely noticed. Connor's moods became darker, his whole demeanour in fact, and he began to notice that shadows would move around him not in the way the object or light was moving, but how he was feeling or subconsciously thinking. He asked his father about it one day but Derek told him to stop being ridiculous. And then Connor started asked about his mother, because he thought maybe this was something to do with her.

And that was when Derek lost it.

He would drink and drink and drink until he got violent and then he would hit Connor with whatever was nearest, be it his belt or the riding whip, or the sharp edge of the kitchen knife. Eventually Connor stopped swimming at school so that no one would notice his upper torso was completely covered in cuts, scratches and scars.

Many times, Connor ran away from home, only to be brough back again by a concerned neighbour or the police. However, three days ago, Derek went mental at Connor. More mental than usual, to the point where Connor, in a state of panic and fear for his life, accidentally strangled his father nearly to death with nothing but shadow.

He has run farther than he's ever run before, right across the country. Who cares about school or life or anything, when something so crazy is happening to you? When you nearly kill your own father with his own shadow?

Connor still has no idea what is going on with him, but he thinks if he finds his mother, he may finally figure it out.

i feel like i fell
from a ten-story building

NAME/NICKNAME:[/color] You may call me Sarah, though that is not my name

AGE:[/color] I am 19

EXPERIENCE:[/color] Going on 5 years of roleplaying, been writing my whole life.

OTHER CHARACTERS:[/color] Nope

TIME ZONE:[/color] GMT +12

RP SAMPLE: [/color]This is from a supernatural board I'm on, apologies in advance for the extensive use of the 'f' word :/

Fucking Demons.

That was pretty much Janaya's only thought as she hobbled, in the rain, towards her car. Fucking Demons. Fucking Demons and their fucking knives. Her right hand was pressed to her left side where her latest game had managed to skewer her. She was pretty sure it had missed any important organs, but that didn't stop it from hurting like hell. And it was bleeding. A lot. As most knife wounds did. And she knew that if she didn't stop the bleeding soon, she would most definitely bleed to death. Fucking Demons.

On top of being completely drenched by rain with a knife wound in her side, Janaya was also in the middle of fucking no where. For some reason the demon she had been chasing decided to lead her out into the center of 'why the hell would anyone even make a road here' and try to kill her with no witnesses. Even with the knife wound she had still managed to exorcise his stupid ass. Unfortunately the host didn't survive, but Janaya had long since come to terms with the fact that she couldn't save everyone.

Hissing loudly in pain as she opened her driver's side door, Janaya collapsed into the drivers seat. She reached out to close the door again, but realised that would involve moving both her legs, which had decided to stop working now that she was sitting down, and her arm, which was much too far away from the door to not tear her apart if she tried to stretch that far. So, continuing to be soaked was the only option. Was it even supposed to be able to rain this close to a desert? Janaya wasn't sure, but she didn't think so. It was probably just God fucking with her. He seemed to do that a lot.

Janaya clenched her eyes shut as she reached across to the glove compartment and could no longer suppress a loud cry of pain as she tried to curl her fingers into the latch to get it open. She was thankful both for the rain and for the lack of witnesses because if anyone saw her crying this much she would probably just let herself die. Finally, after much yelling and swearing she managed to get it open, only to find that her emergency first aid supplies were not in there. She stared at the empty glove compartment for several moments before screaming as loud as she could in frustration.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" she yelled, her head turned up towards the ceiling of her car. Just because she couldn't see God didn't mean he didn't know she was talking to him. He knew everything supposedly. "What the fuck did I ever do to you?"

Desperate, Janaya ripped off the bottom of her shirt and tied it tightly around her stomach. The shirt quickly soaked up the blood that was persisting from the wound, and Janaya put her hand back over it, pressing firmly to help the fabric staunch the flow. She moved herself into the best sitting position she could, a difficult feat considering her legs had decided to give up completely. Probably the blood loss or something stupid like that. It hurt so much. The more she tried to ignore it, the more persistant the pain became until Janaya was leaning forward, her forehead pressed hard against the staring wheel, her teeth clenched, and sobs of pain racked her body.

"Fuck you, God," she whispered. If he was up there like she had once believed with her entire being, then it seemed he had stopped caring. If indeed he ever had. "Fuck you."[/blockquote]