Post by Connor on Sept 28, 2006 21:04:36 GMT -5
Player Title: Strike
Full Birth Name: Connor Moonshallow
Alias/ nickname: Connor
Race: Kragarian/Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: 34 years old
Physical Appearance:
Hair is naturally much like his father’s only a lighter version of the steel silver, a more sterling. However, he dyes it more of a natural brown. His eyes are the only thing that gives his pedigree away, revealing his bloodline. Like his father, Connor shares the same steel grey with an additional light silver fleck and blues throughout. Of late, he wears more comfortable gear. Basic T-shirts and jeans. Though he does swap the jeans for cargo pants depending on the occasion.
Personality Traits:
Calm and collected. Once he was a youth full of emotion, but now, he has learn the art of holding back and assessing before reacting. Even though he does not care for battle, it does not stop him from always being on the ready, especially after years of training. After this time, he has become hesitant to speak right away and is not afraid to show his leery eye. Unfortunately, there is not many he trusts, especially outside the city and he has been known to be overprotective of that he holds closest.
Weaponry:
Nothing in particular. Whatever is accessible. Though he does possess his father’s family sword, but never uses it since the last big battle.
History Summary:
Connor had been born just before the Last Battle took place. Of course, he was too young to remember it so it never had much of an impact on his life. With the timing of it all, he had never grown into the family line to be next as leader. In fact, he knew that if things were different he would have been, but didn’t want it. Growing up, he was brought up like any other little kid. His family had been his father and his uncle. He even considered Jake his true brother, though the guy practically hated him and wanted his blood. Anywho! Life went on quite averagely and boringly as such. There were occasions where he was recognized, random people on the streets would stop and ask, “Aren’t you Strike’s boy?” Or some fooled thing like that.
But it was difficult. They lived in a very nice home, yes, but his father had always been home, doing work on the computers, never leaving. If Connor wanted to go somewhere, he tried to beg his uncle into taking him first, and if that failed, then beg Jake. Once he was older, around 12 or so, he began to walk to places on his own. But he never really was alone. He had his best friend. Kanna. Strike heard the story of her father, how he was once a great part of the pack and Strike’s right hand. But Connor heard lots of stories. Still yet, it was ironic that she managed to become his best friend. But hey, it all worked out right?
School was one of the average rituals that all kids came to hate, the same applied to Connor. He wasn’t straight A, but he kept good enough grading to pass. It paid off for now he was in his Senior year, almost ready to graduate. Now at 17, people still sometimes recognize him, but not as Connor. Instead, he is commonly mistaken for his father. Apparently he is the spitting image of him or something. To Connor, he was of his own and nothing like his dad. His dad was a hard worker, obsessed with work, ignored the outside world, and had slowly become cold in personality. Connor was practically none of these. He was a hard worker yes, but that’s the only other thing they had in common besides looks.
If only he knew he was the exact replica of his father. But he didn’t and that made him more of the arrogant little bastard he was to this day. He’s not a bastard, just a teenager who thinks his parent isn’t the fairest in the world. It’s not that Strike took things away or ignored him as a child. It was that Strike denied him attention or even recognition that he was his son. As a child, Connor received all the care and support ever, gaining every pinch of love and attention from his father. As the years progressed, that changed and Connor got a little older. Still yet, he loves his father, but has no idea how much he can take of this any longer while being kept in the dark for so long.
Over the previous year and a half, Connor grew to mature in his attitude and personality. Calmness and stability became a great part of him as well as reasoning and levelheadedness. Each was obtained through the drastic fall of the world and the city in which he lived in. As the pack regained, he obtained a sturdy position in the middle somewhere. Of course he was known as the alpha’s son, but his power wasn’t anything to match. Instead, he preferred the comfortable position as an ‘ordinary member’. With time, he came to meet Mikaela and thus far explored more in the social world that somehow managed to still exist in the world.
Time passed and he comfortably rode the wave. Until Magda came to he and his father, requesting Connor’s aid in destroying the Angels. They snuck into the compound and made an attack. Though ultimately it did not result their destruction, it did bring about a change in their way of living. After, his father left he remained a part of the pack, training. His aunt, Crystal, was willing to continue his training. Through the time, he remained close to Mikaela.