C O N N O R K I N G 
La neige s'est écrasée sur le trottoir alors que Connor montait à l'entrée du café, la vapeur s'élevant de ses épaules. Il faisait froid en décembre, mais ça ne l'empêcherait pas d'y aller. Il sentait que ça battait la course dans le désert. Ici, vous pourriez vous réchauffer, où, comme dans le désert, vous ne pourriez jamais vous rafraîchir. En sortant pour ouvrir la porte, il a remarqué la lueur rouge sur sa main. "Temporéenne, hein... Il semblait déjà que j'avais eu beaucoup de temps avant... Pourtant, ça fait déjà un mois et je n'ai toujours pas tout compris. »
En poussant la porte ouverte et en entrant dans la base, un tirant d'eau froid s'est introduit alors qu'il se laissait entrer. "On dirait que le petit déjeuner est déjà prêt", murmurait-il lui-même. La forte odeur de viande et d'oeufs imprégnait le couloir alors qu'il se dirigeait vers la cuisine. Il a accueilli la chambre de façon décontractée alors qu'il se promenait. "Morrir tout le monde." Un rapide coup d'œil latéral à la table et il a pu noter une atmosphère bizarre. "Eh bien, quoi qu'il en soit", il s'est serré à lui-même. Il traversa la cuisine jusqu'au frigo, ouvrit la porte, et regarda autour du frigo entièrement en réserve jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve ce qu'il cherchait. "Ahah, il y a mon petit déjeuner de champions, et le dernier aussi." Avec un mouvement expérimenté, il a sauté du haut avec ses dents et a pris une perruque rapide. En marchant vers la table, il prit un siège inoccupé et commença à digérer l'alcool ainsi que l'atmosphère. Il vivait ici seulement un mois, il ne connaissait toujours personne, mais ils semblaient tous assez gentils pour qu'il ne se referme pas du groupe. Il a décidé de faire de son mieux pour briser l'atmosphère et s'enquérir de leurs projets pour la journée. "Qu'est-ce que tout le monde fait aujourd'hui?"

Merci de m'avoir laissé entrer! C'est mon premier RP depuis un moment si dur, mais la critique constructive est appréciée. *Donnez deux pouces en haut avec un sourire scintillant*
Name: Connor King
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 8”
Weight: 175 lbs
Class: Red Temporean

Appearance:
At 5' 8” and 175 pounds, he is built like a triathlete. Thin, but muscular with wide shoulders. He doesn't look like the strongest or fastest person around, but he does look like he would be faster then the strongest and stronger then the fastest. His black hair is long enough to get into his eyes but he parts it well enough that it never is. Due to an unfortunate training accident, he has a scar below his right shoulder from where his arm was reattached after having been completely severed.
Casual Outfit:
When he is out an about the streets of New York, he likes to wear a comfortable pair of blue jeans and a white button up shirt along with a pair of red converse. He almost looks like he tries to match, but he never does so on purpose.

Combat Outfit:
His combat outfit is all black with red striping along the edges of his jacket and the cuffs of his sleeves. You can see his faintly smiling, white mask hiding his face. A long black coat runs down to just below his knees and covers up two concealed knives at his waist. As a martial artist, he wears steel toed boots and red armored gloves to help prevent injuring himself.
Personality:
Connor has a loose personality. If there is nothing serious going on, you can guarantee that he is not serious about it. The only time he gets serious is when he finally feels challenged. Unless the enemy is strong enough, he wont show the full extent of his abilities. He spends a large amount of his time at the gym, running, or at the pool in order to keep his body in prime condition for battle. He tends to joke around a lot, but he deeply cares for any one that he considers a brother or sister and will do anything for them, even putting himself in harms way.
History:
Growing up in a strict family, Connor played sports and practiced martial arts for much of his life until after high school. He wasn't particularly bad at academics, he just felt no need for paying attention. Eventually he had to figure out what to do with his life. When he finally became emancipated from his family, he decided to leave home and joined the military.
He spent his four years in the military over seas in a war zone, Connor was finally released from his service and after losing many friends to the horrors of war, he was ready to spend a laid back life working an easy job. Or so he thought; he slowly realized that his life had little purpose any more. Years fighting for what he believed in, protecting his team, were now just memories. His drive to be a warrior was now just a distant dream entangled with the nightmares of war. He would do anything to go back. One day, laying in his bed, looking at his calloused hand, a floating ball of light entered his vision. "Do you want to make your dream a reality?", it asked him. Slightly confused at first, he beckoned the sprite to continue. After explaining about the Chroma Knights, the ball asked once again, "Do you want to make your dream a reality?". Without hesitation, not even a slight breath after the question, he responded. "Yes"

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