Post by connor on Sept 13, 2009 11:39:17 GMT -5
First and Last name
Connor Staile
Gaspard Ulliel
This is my life
Age
18
Gender:
Male
Species:
Shadowhunter
Home town:
Idris
Relationship status
Single
Occupation
Shadowhunter
My strengths and Weaknessess
[+] Healer. Connor knows a few things about Healing since his mother was a medic. He can't save lives like a doctor or a professional. But in the middle of a battle, knowing something about healing is a good offense and a good defense.
[-] Keeps to himself. Connor doesn't open up to people because he's afraid he'll either lose them or something will go wrong. Instead of talking out his feelings, he'd rather vent them through a painting or writing. Yet sometimes, he just stares up at the stars until he feels calm enough to even re-approach the world.
[+] Skilled fighter. Since Connor's father constantly trained him, Connor is now a very skilled fighter. He prefers using blades and runes, but he knows how to use a variety of weapons other than just runes.
[-] Losing himself. He's scared of turning into something like his father or having something held over his head. Connor is determined to not become a monster, but sometimes he finds his radical anger taking over him.
[+] Artistic. Connor loves painting, playing piano, and reading. He used to paint all the time and now he does it when he wants to vent but can't get away. Most of the time he paints nature and the cosmos, but sometimes he'll paint places he's seen.
[-/+] Stubborn. Unfortunately, once Connor has his mind set on something, he's not one to easily let it go. But, his stubbornness gives him the will to keep fighting so he doesn't become a monster.
My History
Connor was born a few miles outside of Idris. His father, Perry Staile, was a Shadowhunter and a respected one at that. His mother, Emile, was a medic and collected herbs and sold them out. Connor had a younger sister named Caroline who was 6 years younger--she was Connor's life.
When Connor was 6, Perry taught him to fight. Perry was constantly tough on Connor, teaching him to fight and constantly training him not to be emotional. His mother would take him out to collect herbs and study what could heal what. So, with one side Connor was learning to inflict pain, and on the other to cure it. When Connor was 10, he took up painting and piano. His father greatly disapproved of it, but didn't tell him to stop.
Connor would play piano as Caroline and his mother danced around. Connor eventually would paint pictures of herbs or of Caroline dancing. For a while, he believed his life was perfect.
When Connor was 15 and Caroline was 9, Perry and Emile got into a huge fight and Perry slapped Emile and stormed out of the house. Later on that night, he came back in a drunken rage. He went for Emile first and beat her to death, then he started going after Caroline. Connor instantly ran into her room and tackled his father to the ground. Perry pulled a knife out and sliced it down Connor's arm--giving him the scar that he has now. Caroline ran from the room and out of the house--but Perry chased after her after throwing Connor into a wall. Connor quickly followed but by the time he found the two in the garden his little sister was already dead and his father was turned toward him. Connor grabbed the knife from his father and stabbed him in the chest. He fell down, crying and on the brink of losing his insanity.
In the few days that Connor had lost his insanity, that was when he balanced if he was a good person--or a bad one. He'd have nightmares of himself turning into is father or of losing himself.
When Connor pulled himself from the slump, he traveled to Idris and told the authorities what happened. He wasn't in trouble at all, but pitied. He was taken into an Institute in Chicago where he stayed until the War with Valentine. Connor returned back to Idris and now is working to help restore the world.
Roleplay Sample
The paint was a savior. It saved him from something he could become. The soft blues mixed in with the black as he ran his brush over the easel. Hollywood Undead blasted in the background as Connor was lost in his painting. His brush ran over the bluish black canvas as he added purples and faint whites to it.
Connor stepped back for a moment, taking a long breath and looking at the painting as he turned down the music. His head turned a little to the side, trying to figure out what the last touch it needed was. He ran his hand over his face, leaving a bluish black streak over his face.
The idea came light a lightning bolt. With a wide grin he snapped his fingers and stopped up, picking up some green and adding it into his hand. With a smile he ran his fingers over the bottom and lightly streaking them to look like grass. When he pulled back, he bore a grin and chuckled a little.
"Nice," he thought, turning around and looking out the window at the night sky.
*Make sure to put your face claim up in the designated face claim spot.*
Connor Staile
Gaspard Ulliel
This is my life
Age
18
Gender:
Male
Species:
Shadowhunter
Home town:
Idris
Relationship status
Single
Occupation
Shadowhunter
My strengths and Weaknessess
[+] Healer. Connor knows a few things about Healing since his mother was a medic. He can't save lives like a doctor or a professional. But in the middle of a battle, knowing something about healing is a good offense and a good defense.
[-] Keeps to himself. Connor doesn't open up to people because he's afraid he'll either lose them or something will go wrong. Instead of talking out his feelings, he'd rather vent them through a painting or writing. Yet sometimes, he just stares up at the stars until he feels calm enough to even re-approach the world.
[+] Skilled fighter. Since Connor's father constantly trained him, Connor is now a very skilled fighter. He prefers using blades and runes, but he knows how to use a variety of weapons other than just runes.
[-] Losing himself. He's scared of turning into something like his father or having something held over his head. Connor is determined to not become a monster, but sometimes he finds his radical anger taking over him.
[+] Artistic. Connor loves painting, playing piano, and reading. He used to paint all the time and now he does it when he wants to vent but can't get away. Most of the time he paints nature and the cosmos, but sometimes he'll paint places he's seen.
[-/+] Stubborn. Unfortunately, once Connor has his mind set on something, he's not one to easily let it go. But, his stubbornness gives him the will to keep fighting so he doesn't become a monster.
My History
Connor was born a few miles outside of Idris. His father, Perry Staile, was a Shadowhunter and a respected one at that. His mother, Emile, was a medic and collected herbs and sold them out. Connor had a younger sister named Caroline who was 6 years younger--she was Connor's life.
When Connor was 6, Perry taught him to fight. Perry was constantly tough on Connor, teaching him to fight and constantly training him not to be emotional. His mother would take him out to collect herbs and study what could heal what. So, with one side Connor was learning to inflict pain, and on the other to cure it. When Connor was 10, he took up painting and piano. His father greatly disapproved of it, but didn't tell him to stop.
Connor would play piano as Caroline and his mother danced around. Connor eventually would paint pictures of herbs or of Caroline dancing. For a while, he believed his life was perfect.
When Connor was 15 and Caroline was 9, Perry and Emile got into a huge fight and Perry slapped Emile and stormed out of the house. Later on that night, he came back in a drunken rage. He went for Emile first and beat her to death, then he started going after Caroline. Connor instantly ran into her room and tackled his father to the ground. Perry pulled a knife out and sliced it down Connor's arm--giving him the scar that he has now. Caroline ran from the room and out of the house--but Perry chased after her after throwing Connor into a wall. Connor quickly followed but by the time he found the two in the garden his little sister was already dead and his father was turned toward him. Connor grabbed the knife from his father and stabbed him in the chest. He fell down, crying and on the brink of losing his insanity.
In the few days that Connor had lost his insanity, that was when he balanced if he was a good person--or a bad one. He'd have nightmares of himself turning into is father or of losing himself.
When Connor pulled himself from the slump, he traveled to Idris and told the authorities what happened. He wasn't in trouble at all, but pitied. He was taken into an Institute in Chicago where he stayed until the War with Valentine. Connor returned back to Idris and now is working to help restore the world.
Roleplay Sample
The paint was a savior. It saved him from something he could become. The soft blues mixed in with the black as he ran his brush over the easel. Hollywood Undead blasted in the background as Connor was lost in his painting. His brush ran over the bluish black canvas as he added purples and faint whites to it.
Connor stepped back for a moment, taking a long breath and looking at the painting as he turned down the music. His head turned a little to the side, trying to figure out what the last touch it needed was. He ran his hand over his face, leaving a bluish black streak over his face.
The idea came light a lightning bolt. With a wide grin he snapped his fingers and stopped up, picking up some green and adding it into his hand. With a smile he ran his fingers over the bottom and lightly streaking them to look like grass. When he pulled back, he bore a grin and chuckled a little.
"Nice," he thought, turning around and looking out the window at the night sky.
*Make sure to put your face claim up in the designated face claim spot.*