Quick! Last minute character!
GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS
Name: Christopher Dorian
Name Meaning: Bearer of Christ. The irony!
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Mediterranean
Age: 16
Birthday (Month/Day): February 9th
Place of Birth: Aptos, California, U.S.A.
Family: Angela Franco (mother)
Jeff Faulkner (current foster father)
Margaret Faulkner (current foster mother)
Owen Faulkner (current foster brother)
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 122 lb
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Distinguishing Marks: None
General Appearance: Light olive skin. His most distinctive features are the way he wears his hair (straight, somewhat long) and his small stature. He tends to dress more "nicely" than most guys his age, preferring polo shirts and khakis to T-shirts and jeans.
Strengths: Fast sprinter, despite his short legs. Quick reflexes. Not half bad at fighting with knives, at least theoretically.
Weaknesses: No official combat training or training with an opponent. Can pack a punch when necessary, but has moderate-to-poor stamina.
MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS
Personality: Introverted and cold when he has no one to please, but very comfortable talking to people. When he's around someone he cares about impressing, he's a natural charmer with an impressive lexicon and a winning smile. In the last couple of years, he's begun developing an eye for girls as well, though only as flirting targets; he's not interested in relationships.
Current Goal/Purpose: Find worth in his life. Feel like he's important.
Aspirations: He has a constant wish for "self-improvement" and does not know what the end point of that will be. At this point he's eyeing the ladder of Hell's internal minion hierarchy, but it's still a ladder to him. He just wants to see how high he can climb and then climb even higher.
Hobbies: Games, generally competitive.
Likes: Games, forests, hiking/camping. His favorite animal is the wolverine, and his favorite color is dark green.
Dislikes: People who rival his (self-perceived) charm or intelligence.
Talents: A knack for persuasion and flattery. Good at being a leader if no one else has stepped up yet. Math is his best subject, but he's also a good writer.
Inabilities: Keeping his cool after being rude to a superior or committing some other "grave social error." It's the one thing that frazzles him: feeling like he's let his own self-image down.
Fears: Small spaces. Feeling trapped.
Fondest Memory: Winning his school's
Super Smash Bros. Brawl tournament in 8th grade.
Biggest Regret: Whatever he fears he did to make his mother abandon him. He doesn't know what it was.
HISTORIC BACKGROUND
General History: Chris' mother Angela regretted her deal with the devil a few months after the child was conceived, mainly because the conception happened while her fiancé was across the country. When the child was born in the wrong month for said fiancé to have possibly fathered him, he was a few levels of upset and refused to help her raise a child that looked nothing like him. Consumed by guilt, Angela gave the child away, not feeling she deserved to be a mother, but left one thing with him: a scrap of paper with "Christopher" written on it. Perhaps it was a gesture of desperate hope for atonement. In any case, Chris grew up with no parents to speak of, save for that piece of paper. Worn though it is, to this day it is his most prized possession.
Chris was an unlucky fellow from the very beginning. His being small for his age made him an easy target, and his peers soon learned to take advantage of his skittishness. A common pastime among them was to chase him around until he had no choice but to wall himself into a dead end to make them stop, usually a small hiding space like a closet, which left him at the mercy of their verbal teasing until they were satisfied. The orphanage staff tried a few times to make him feel better with favors purchased from the strange benefaction periodically sent to them with Chris' name on it, but not only did Chris' enemies grow sour on the favoritism, but Chris himself, prideful as he was, rejected the affection of anyone who wasn't his real mother. The caretakers gave up on that and set aside a savings account for him instead, but by the time Chris turned seven years old, he'd decided enough was enough. He began to prank his bullies in a variety of sadistic ways. He set up door traps. He put dismembered birds and squirrels in their beds. He tricked them into running over broken glass. He even kept two of the larger shards of glass left over from that particular incident and began to pretend-fight with imaginary foes in the far corner of the play yard, pretending he was the "bad guy." He was nearly ten years old before the orphanage staff, now considering him a "problem child," finally found a foster family willing to take him in. It did not last long...nor did the four subsequent attempts.
Chris finally began to calm down in middle school. He realized he wanted to go somewhere in life, so he set aside his troublemaking habits as best he could and poured himself into his schoolwork instead. Not too long afterwards, he began to get cozy with his teachers, and that is the trend that has continued up until very recently. Before Chris learned who his father was, he was dead set on attending a prestigious college and then setting out to become a master businessman, buttering up every professor and manager along the way. He'd have been damn good at nailing job interviews. But when the world suddenly makes sense to you, and the allure of your old, sadistic ways makes a return with the promise of a new life away from all bonds of past and propriety, would you not take it?
(Edit: added photo.
And it was damn hard to find one that looked even close to my mental image, but I guess that comes with being an illustrator first and a writer second...)
