Name:
Connor Duchannes
Age:
19
Looks:
Connor often wears a beaked hook shadowing his face, but when it is pulled down a dark brown messy tangle of hair is revealed, dropping down to slightly above his jawline. The hair is and uneven and haphazardly cut, being sheared off with a rounded tomahawk.
His eyes are a piercing blue, standing in stark contrast to his slightly darker than Caucasian skin.
He has a scar above his right trailing to the left, into his hairline.
His shirt can barely be glimpsed through an unzipped leather jacket, the design being a dark crimson with a wolfs head design, not that much of this shows through the gap left by the two sides.
The jacket is fairly simple, a dark leather with red stripes racing down it and a greyish white hood tucking out of the neckline.
He also carries a backpack, but feel free to leave that out since its just for story purposes and I'm probably already going way overboard on the details :P
Notable point about their personality:
Brash. Angry. Withdrawn. Connor has been through incredible amount of trauma in his life, and tends to retreat into his memories when he's not needed. He can occasionally be charming if he needs to be, but most often speaks in brief, to the point sentences, unless speaking with someone he doesn't like, and will attempt to chew them out, although this will often rebound on him due to his age and large naivety.
However, when around children he tends to soften up a little and show a kinder side, actually showing a nice bit off good mannered kindness.
