Connor KingChroma Knight Base
19 décembre 2016 - ~10:20
Connor s'est harcelé à l'intérieur pendant que Laura marchait devant lui. Comme on pouvait s'y attendre, une mitrailleuse de questions qui sortait de la bouche de la petite femme l'attrape complètement hors de sa garde. Dans son but d'essayer d'éviter les gens, il a réussi à se faire prendre à seulement quelques pas en dehors de la salle. "Je vais bien Laura, comme vous pouvez le voir, la seule chose qui m'a désarmée en ce moment est votre préoccupation sans fin." Rotation de son bras dans un cercle pour montrer sa flexibilité. La cicatrice a jeté un coup d'œil sous sa chemise révélant la marque épaisse et déchiquetée qui n'avait que quelques heures. Si Connor devait être tout à fait honnête, son bras se sentait en fait raide et il n'avait aucune sensation le long de la peau fraîche de la cicatrice. Il n'y avait pas besoin d'admettre les petites choses à Laura.
"Cependant, j'apprécie néanmoins l'inquiétude" Il pouvait voir la sternité de son regard ainsi il a mis sa main sur la tête et étouffé ses cheveux. Étant donné que son bras avait récemment été séparé de son corps, il a supposé à juste titre qu'un Asclepien avait fait le travail de le remettre ensemble à nouveau. "Je suppose que tu as quelque chose à voir avec la remise de mon bras. Sinon, j'aurais dû me trouver un homme de main droite pour m'aider avec toutes les tâches. » Il a riposté à sa propre blague alors qu'il essayait d'atténuer une partie de la tension provenant du stress apparent de Laura sur la situation.
-- Puisque vous êtes ici, je n'ai pas encore vu Darius, comment va l'incroyable Hulk? Aussi bien que cela se termine bien, mais il ne savait toujours pas à quel point le gros ours s'en sortait après le combat.
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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