Connor's Personal History/ Appearance/ Personality Edit
Jul 11, 2020 15:08:59 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2020 15:08:59 GMT
Personality
Connor can be dignified as he appreciates more out of people who are the same. In general, it's hard for him to lose his composure. You can tell rather quickly that he isn't used to people talking or interacting with him. Despite liking to do things alone to develop becoming independent, he doesn't mind an extra pair of hands. He sometimes likes to help people out and it's mostly without saying anything with his actions speaking louder than words as he's quite quiet (I know, I'm funny). They also prefer their privacy to be reserved and doesn't like to answer too many questions that are a bit "personal". At times he would like to put up a tough persona to get out of situations he doesn't want to be in or try to blend in with crowds to avoid drawing attention to himself. Despite their history, he tries to make a few friends or at least be in good terms with people.
Appearance
//White-American// He has soft, dark brown eyes and has black, curly hair. He also houses a black bandanna around his face, which can be changed for a white one with gray stripes, to mask up all the way to the bottom of his nose. However, under that bandanna...is another bandanna!(it can get pretty heated wearing two at the same time though.) He isn't the one about fashion as he always wears his camo jacket despite how hot it can get. Under his jacket, it could be a variety of solid color shirts with little to no designs on it. He wears blue jeans or camo shorts if the weather is hot. In cold climates, he likes bundling up by wearing a ski mask and wears green hiking pants as he found that kept his legs from falling off. He just likes to keep things simple and be comfortable with what he wears as he doesn't want to complicate his wardrobe.
Personal History
"You wanna know how I got these scars?" is a joke I hear WAY too many times from people.I'm already growing tired of to the point where I wonder when they'll get new material. I need some new material too. I think I'm allergic to Cotton. Maybe Polyester is better and more easy on the skin but, is it the same as...
Anyway, where I was I? Granted, I could just say I don't have any since I just like wearing it but, I don't think I need to give them a reason. You can thank *redacted*, a friend of mine, for getting me into them. We've been through thick and thin together ever since 1st grade and I'd never look back despite the ridicule I got because of how my parents "baby" me as *redacted* would say. He was really the only person I could ever hang out with and that my parents surprisingly trust. I mean, my Mom and Dad barely let me do anything that is a year older which kinda sucks but, I can understand where they're coming from. On the other hand, it can be downright embarrassing though, *redacted* didn't seem to mind. When my friend introduced me to Bandannas, on my 11th birthday, I could never seem to take it off whenever I'm outside my house. I just felt cool wearing one like some of the video game characters but, my parents weren't big fans and it would get me and *redacted* into a bit of trouble but, he didn't seem to care and I wouldn't either. He was one of the few friends I hung out with the most who didn't pay attention to what a few people say about me. I thought I me and him were inseparable.
However, as years went on, *redacted* grew more apart from me. I still see him but, whenever I try interacting with them, he ignores me. By texting, he leaves me on "read". Phone, his Dad tells me he left his phone at home. I could never understand people nowadays and why they completely shut out people on a whim. One mistake and you're ghosted for a eternity. Okay, maybe not a eternity but, you get the idea. Question is, what have I done wrong? Is it because of how my parents raised me? Or the joke I made to his Dad? What was it?! After a while, I finally decided to confront *redacted* about him avoiding me. You'd probably expect someone to say something after 2 years of near silence but, NOPE. He just shrugged and walked away. I don't know why I didn't stop him but, maybe I should've. What's funny is that not even HIS own friends know why they don't see him a lot as much. I grew not to care what people think of me anymore. Heck, I can't believe I even loved *redacted* at some point but, whatever. Just whatever. I try to be friendly as much as possible and be myself as a way to not over complicate things but, it is what it is.
After awhile, I don't ever see him. I was told that *redacted* went out of state due to some personal issues which had me ask myself a question: Why didn't he say anything?! Though, it wasn't long until, my Dad vaguely talked about moving when I got home from school. I already knew what he was talking about since he always does that around me when there's a huge problem. After my Mom got home from work, I was told they would talk to me about it later as the both of them discussed behind closed doors in their bedroom. I didn't listen in but, I already knew what was going on. Next day after that, I'm told that we're moving to Shibuya. I immediately asked "What's in Shibuya?" and they answered with "Let's find out.". And find out I did but, that's a story for another time.
Connor can be dignified as he appreciates more out of people who are the same. In general, it's hard for him to lose his composure. You can tell rather quickly that he isn't used to people talking or interacting with him. Despite liking to do things alone to develop becoming independent, he doesn't mind an extra pair of hands. He sometimes likes to help people out and it's mostly without saying anything with his actions speaking louder than words as he's quite quiet (I know, I'm funny). They also prefer their privacy to be reserved and doesn't like to answer too many questions that are a bit "personal". At times he would like to put up a tough persona to get out of situations he doesn't want to be in or try to blend in with crowds to avoid drawing attention to himself. Despite their history, he tries to make a few friends or at least be in good terms with people.
Appearance
//White-American// He has soft, dark brown eyes and has black, curly hair. He also houses a black bandanna around his face, which can be changed for a white one with gray stripes, to mask up all the way to the bottom of his nose. However, under that bandanna...is another bandanna!(it can get pretty heated wearing two at the same time though.) He isn't the one about fashion as he always wears his camo jacket despite how hot it can get. Under his jacket, it could be a variety of solid color shirts with little to no designs on it. He wears blue jeans or camo shorts if the weather is hot. In cold climates, he likes bundling up by wearing a ski mask and wears green hiking pants as he found that kept his legs from falling off. He just likes to keep things simple and be comfortable with what he wears as he doesn't want to complicate his wardrobe.
Personal History
"You wanna know how I got these scars?" is a joke I hear WAY too many times from people.I'm already growing tired of to the point where I wonder when they'll get new material. I need some new material too. I think I'm allergic to Cotton. Maybe Polyester is better and more easy on the skin but, is it the same as...
Anyway, where I was I? Granted, I could just say I don't have any since I just like wearing it but, I don't think I need to give them a reason. You can thank *redacted*, a friend of mine, for getting me into them. We've been through thick and thin together ever since 1st grade and I'd never look back despite the ridicule I got because of how my parents "baby" me as *redacted* would say. He was really the only person I could ever hang out with and that my parents surprisingly trust. I mean, my Mom and Dad barely let me do anything that is a year older which kinda sucks but, I can understand where they're coming from. On the other hand, it can be downright embarrassing though, *redacted* didn't seem to mind. When my friend introduced me to Bandannas, on my 11th birthday, I could never seem to take it off whenever I'm outside my house. I just felt cool wearing one like some of the video game characters but, my parents weren't big fans and it would get me and *redacted* into a bit of trouble but, he didn't seem to care and I wouldn't either. He was one of the few friends I hung out with the most who didn't pay attention to what a few people say about me. I thought I me and him were inseparable.
However, as years went on, *redacted* grew more apart from me. I still see him but, whenever I try interacting with them, he ignores me. By texting, he leaves me on "read". Phone, his Dad tells me he left his phone at home. I could never understand people nowadays and why they completely shut out people on a whim. One mistake and you're ghosted for a eternity. Okay, maybe not a eternity but, you get the idea. Question is, what have I done wrong? Is it because of how my parents raised me? Or the joke I made to his Dad? What was it?! After a while, I finally decided to confront *redacted* about him avoiding me. You'd probably expect someone to say something after 2 years of near silence but, NOPE. He just shrugged and walked away. I don't know why I didn't stop him but, maybe I should've. What's funny is that not even HIS own friends know why they don't see him a lot as much. I grew not to care what people think of me anymore. Heck, I can't believe I even loved *redacted* at some point but, whatever. Just whatever. I try to be friendly as much as possible and be myself as a way to not over complicate things but, it is what it is.
After awhile, I don't ever see him. I was told that *redacted* went out of state due to some personal issues which had me ask myself a question: Why didn't he say anything?! Though, it wasn't long until, my Dad vaguely talked about moving when I got home from school. I already knew what he was talking about since he always does that around me when there's a huge problem. After my Mom got home from work, I was told they would talk to me about it later as the both of them discussed behind closed doors in their bedroom. I didn't listen in but, I already knew what was going on. Next day after that, I'm told that we're moving to Shibuya. I immediately asked "What's in Shibuya?" and they answered with "Let's find out.". And find out I did but, that's a story for another time.
