Conner, Miller; FIGHTER - Pending

[Conner Miller]

Name: Conner Miller
Age: 18
DoB: November 30
Gender: Male
Grade: 12th

Hair: Dark Brown, almost Black
Ears: Ears and tail similar to those of an American Alsatian, a bit ragged though.
Eye Color: Stormy Blue
Skin Tone: Tan, but not too dark, as he likes to spend time outside.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 223 lbs, Muscular, Macho, no steroids though.

Description: Unlike many high school boys, Conner enjoys working out... A lot. He has the genes to build muscle and it is certain obvious. Conner is not only tall, but he is a brute. Well muscled, he apparently cares more about sports and such than his schoolwork, intelligent as he may or may not be. He wears jean, and a t-shirt usually, and beat Nike sneakers, almost all the time no matter what the weather is. If it's really cold, he'll add a flannel and boots, with a warm hat and gloves.

Likes:

• Footbal
  
• Being Outside
  
• Country Music
  
• Being Blunt
  
• Brawls
  
• Dogs
  
• Cats
  
• Crude humor
  
• Working out
  
• The Gym
  
• Hunting
  

Dislikes:

• Whiners
  
• Wimps
  
• People who talk too much
  
• Glitter
  
• Orange paired with Blue
  
• NASA
  
• Clingy Women
  
• Heterophobia
  
• Easily iffended people
  
• Stinkbugs
  
• Parrots
  
• Those who who wear too many bright/dark colors
  

Personality: Conner is an intelligent young man. However, he tends to commit quite a few acts of idiocy. He is rash, and tends to think after he has lept into the abyss. He isn't too terribly self conscious, and will not care if he looks like a fool in front of thousand of people. He is not easily embarrassed, though his temper can sometimes be a bit out of hand. He is compassionate still. He had often gone out of his way to help others, and had gotten in more than a few fights on the behalf of others. Though, he is not well known for this trait.

Conner lacks no form of self confidence, and can even be described as cocky, despite his less than ideal upbringing. He doesn't value a formal education too highly. In fact, he prefers to teach himself, and easily annoyed when others drone on and on. He had a bit of a history of getting in fights in his old school, most teachers labeled him as a delinquent. And he did earn it, he is aware. He doesn't care. Whether it was a fight for a friend or because someone said something he really didn't like, it has never made much of a difference to him. He has never been afraid of taking a hit, or hitting another.

History:
Conner was born to a mother who as sixteen, and dropped out of high school to live with her "love" in his crappy little apartment. Sally Turner married the nineteen year old Jason Clausson only a few months after she had the child. The marriage was destined not to last, and at the age of four, Conner was stuck with his not so ideal father. Unfortunately, Jason was a bit of a dirt-bag, and took his son to kindergarten half drunk or hungover most of the time. It's a miracle Conner turned out as he is with such a male influence in his life. Corporal punishment was still a large part of the young boy's life, and when Jason remarried when Conner was six, nothing got any better. Joice was a jealous woman, and never was very nice to Conner. After Joice and her son moved into the cramped house, Conner started to get rather bitter. Tyler who was four years old at the time would often try to provoke Conner and when the older boy would eventually flip out and start a fight, Conner was always the one in trouble. While it may not have begun as an intentional rivalry, it certainly developed into one. Even after the new marriage, Jason was still one of those men that would be drunk at his own son's baseball game.

Saddled with most of the chores, the elven year old Conner was stuck mowing the half brown lawn while the little pain he wanted to strangle would play inside in the trailer. Conner's sister, Brittany, was probably the only individual in the entire family he would save if life he had the option of letting everyone else perish. Brittany had never understood the dynamic of her family, and didn't know why Conner was so at odds. At twelve, Conner starting smoking with his friend and a year later, he started to drink. While he wasn't yet a drunk, the school had notice the kid's good grades start to slip. He coasted by on C's, and skipped class often enough. He made it to the football team when he got to high school and started working out. He was addicted as much to the school's weight room as he was the cigarettes he smoked out on the school's lawn every morning and afternoon he actually made it to school. He only kept his grades high enough to stay a quarterback. If it hadn't been for his need to stay on the team, he probably would have failed a grade in high school. Even if his father was driving him to the games in a beer-stained T-shirt, he still made it.

Despite the fact that Conner had a bad reputation and wasn't known for his good family, he was on the popular side still. He dated cheerleaders and every other female who was pretty and enjoyed the rough edged teen. Yet, he still avoided sex, as his father threatened, very seriously to shoot him if he did. He got in fights in school almost every other week at school, but he didn't go to a school that really cared to enforce certain disciplinary rules when it was out of sight. He'd get into it for an insult or when he thought some jerk was stepping out of line. While he might have been a hypocrite in some ways, he was still respected if only for the fact that people were afraid he might knock out teeth. Every ounce of his status has been earned. By the end of of his freshman year, at the age of sixteen, he was probably the strongest kid in the school and a giant disappointment in the teachers' eyes. While he had tested as a gifted student, he was never set up in the right direction to become successful. Nor did he ever care to become some powerful business man. He'd never though of himself as smart, anyways.

Then... He got a letter for this school. His behavior hasn't exactly improved, either.

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OOC Name: Conner
Years of RPing Experience: Been doing this since I was like.... 11? So I'd have to say 9
Other Characters: ZIP.

Roleplaying Example: You saw the History? Well... If youread it all, I won't hit you toooo hard.... OKAY MAYBE I WILL. I LIKE VIOLENCE. You will see such illustrated by my example~



        A beautiful moon would illuminate the earth tonight; for some, it was something to sit under, maybe share a romantic bottle of wine. For Ryker, not so much. Clad in only a pair of rather ratty pants, the man stood by a tree, the veins on his skull visible from stress. His expression indicated either great concentration or great pain. He’d left the rest of his belongings with Alph, expecting the dog to track him down in the morning, bag in tow like always. Ryker wasn’t sure if there were any towns nearby this time, but he could avoid attacking them if need be; instead of worrying now, he just waited. Some were terrified of the moon’s coming, but after this many years, it was just a part of his life.
        Then it hit, he felt the pain sear from head to toe, his golden eyes grew wide as he squelch the urge to scream in pain. The bones popped from their sockets and the muscles swelled as every bone in his body seemed to shoot forth. A snarl tore from the elongating jaws, huge fangs appearing, nails turning into talons. A wave of thick fur sprouted from the skin as the man was no more. Torn cloth rested under what was indeed a monstrous wolf. The neck and jaws were longer than usual proportions allowed, the neck and jaws thick and well muscled. Even as it stood on all fours, clawed hands dug into the ground, the beast’s shoulders reached seven feet. Bright nearly yellow eyes flew back and forth as it sought out what this night would be spent doing.
        This monster didn’t have some urge to howl and alert its prey. No, it would rather see its quarry’s shock at seeing such a creature, then let it run a bit, then take it as its own. With no further ado, it dashed deeper into the woods, seeking the first snack of the evening. The scent of humans caught its nose, and it tail wagged behind it. Then Ryker’s stubborn presence was in its thoughts. The man’s will was still strong, no matter what it did, Ryker seemed able to hat its fun of he felt strongly enough. It tried to run off toward the small village, but Ryker strained against that. Instead, the monster paced in a small circle, growling and snarling in anger and complaint. This mental battle continued for a while until wolf froze. Was that a scream? More than one… The faintest trace of blood was on the wind.
        All bets were off as this new situation arose. Vampire? Another of its species? Curiosity on both Ryker’s and the wolf’s part meant it was now barreling toward the town. Right as it was about to enter, a woman ran out, quite terrified. The monster was already out of the trees and Ryker didn’t have a chance to stop it. The scream never got the chance to leave her lips. The upper half of her body had been torn off, a clawed hand pinning the legs as if they might run away. The monster’s head tilted back as it let the torso slide back into its throat, which bulged grotesquely to accommodate the body. Then, the muscles under the long fur of its throat constricted, and the bones splinter and snapped. Such disgusting sounds were muffled by the flesh. Swallowing, it did similarly to the lower half, possessions and other such things easily disintegrating in the beast’s stomach acid.
        Again, there was Ryker, his thoughts more concerned about what was going on, rather than the plethora of meat-bags running about. Stalking up to one of the buildings on the edge of town, Ryker’s monster stood up on its hind-legs, stretching up so that its head was at about twelve feet now. The hulking creatures pulled itself up onto a roof and moved across the town, sending shingles flying from the rooftops. This looked like the work of an animal, rather than a vampire, and the scent that it picked out was that of a wolf. Similar, but not like itself. It slowed its movement, snarling as it moved to the edge of the roof, as it spotted the giant wolf. It was about the size of a horse, but it was still a wolf in form. It leapt down and a thunderous roar erupting from it, not a true wolf, thus, not just restricted to snarling and growling.
        While it remained on all fours for now, it was already bigger than the other “werewolf.” Its lips were peeled back and every breath it took sounded like a growl, its jaws parted slightly. If the other creature’s human was still in control, now would have been the time to run. However, the wolf just took the other as another beast for now. It lifted a hand and ran the claws along the bricks of the building, producing horrid screech, as grooves were left in the concrete. It roared again as it started to approach the other, a constant snarl ebbing from it. This kind of thing was what it wanted, after all.

[Avery Newfeld]

ACCEPTED.

Welcome to the academy!

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