Arthur Connery

[Arthur Connery]

Character's Name; Arthur Daniel 'Artie' Connery
Name you want to be called; Rei
Character’s Nickname(s); Artie
Race; half-breed
Grade; dropped out of school when he was fifteen
Age; 20
Birthday; 9th of September

History;
Son of a Lycan and a human, Artie and his older brother Bryce grew up scorned by their 'pure heritage' cousins. He didn't really mind the abuse as much as his brother did, and thus managed to live life in some semblance of normalcy. Bryce, on the other hand, grew to hate his father - for marrying a human - and despised his mother - for being that human. He ran away from home at the age of eighteen (Artie was still thirteen) and dropped all contact with them.

Two years later, he came back - in a coffin. Apparently, he'd somehow gotten into an all-out brawl with one of their cousins, and it ended with him in the dirt. Because he was a half-breed, there wasn't much sympathy, and the bulk of the people who attended his funeral only came out of courtesy. It left an awful taste in his mouth, especially when the cousin who killed him refused to apologize, saying he deserved it. This led to another brawl. The parents managed to step in just in time. All Artie lost was his sight.

That was enough for him. He dropped out of school at the age of fifteen, got a part-time job at the Full Moon Bar & Grill, and moved out of his parents home and into a cheap, two-bedroom flat with Bryce's best friend Jason as his roommate. He currently doesn't know what to do with his life, other than to somehow get revenge on the Lycans that did his brother in. Jason often reminds him that it's very dramawhore of him, and he'll live happier and longer if he just gives it up.

He knows it's sound advice, actually. Maybe it's just the pride.

Important Relationships;
+ Bryce Connery :: older brother :: deceased

Mannerisms;
+ jerks his shoulders a lot, especially when he's been staying still for a long period of time
+ he's somewhat nocturnal; he only goes out at night. He's pretty much a hermit the rest of the day. Lord knows what he does in his apartment.
+ he uses his strong sense of smell to help him around. He's only broken two mugs so far in the Full Moon Bar & Grill. He's doing fine.

Fears/Dislikes;
fears:
water
drowning
thunder
lightning
dislikes:
Lycans
rainstorms
cats
people who can tell when he's lying
mice
little children
guns
strong perfume

Likes;
loud music
breakdancing
alleyways
meat
milkshakes
skateboarding

Hobbies;
clubbing
breakdancing
skateboarding
taking really long walks at night
brooding
eavesdropping on conversations exchanged at the bar

Music;
My Chemical Romance, Panic! At the Disco, Breaking Benjamin, Red, Skillet, 30 Seconds to Mars, Funeral for a Friend, Linkin Park and Bowling for Soup

Appearance;
Ridiculously long eyelashes, the occasional stubble, light blue eyes, dark hair, weirdly soft-ish white skin, stands a little above average height, always has this brooding expression, doesn't smile as often as he should, looks really gay when he does.

Personality;
He's everyone's favorite dramaqueen. He's got this 'woe is me' mentality - although he'll kill you before he admits it - and a serious brother complex. He quite literally doesn't know what to do with his life, other than somehow get revenge on Lycans, even though that's quite impossible and downright mad and he'd be fighting a losing battle should he ever actually take this thought seriously. Even at the age of twenty, he's still a boy trying so hard to be a man.

Sample RP intro;
It was three in the afternoon and beyond sweltering. The airconditioning had broken down earlier that day, so all they had in apartment unit 214 to battle the heat was a battered electric fan, and yet Artie refused to come out from under the covers. Despite the humidity, he was quite comfortable - thank you very much - and his shift didn't start until eight in the evening, so he really didn't see any reason to get out of bed.

Jason, on the other hand, thought otherwise. He whipped the covers off his roommate before he could react and threw a newly laundered shirt at him. Artie could only groan in protest.

"Look, buddy, I already went down, fetched the laundry, and paid the rent. This unit is a fifty-fifty deal," Jason paused to throw a pair of pants at Arthur's still-unresponsive form. "Ergo, it's your turn to face the heat and get us groceries." He opened the refrigerator, scanned the contents, and slammed it shut. "And don't forget the milk this time."

This time, Artie rolled onto his back, propped himself up on his elbows, and threw a withering glare in the general direction he could scent Jason in. "You didn't have to deal with a couple of drunks playing a really heated game of pool last night, three chicks with too much crack and not enough clothes, a group of body-builders who figured they owned the joint, and an extremely unpleasant boss who decided to keep you until four in the morning so you could help with the clean-up." With a groan, he managed to sit up and pull on his shirt, and before Jason could throw a comeback - or another article of clothing - at him, he held up his hands in mock surrender. "But yeah, yeah, I get it. Big important college student has more pressing matters to take care of other than real-world situations." He jumped out of bed - further aggravating the dull ache in his head - and shimmied into the pants. "I'll go get the milk."

Celebrity Playby; Thomas Dekker (I'm really, really sorry if someone's already using him, but I couldn't find a Face Claim thread or some Celebrities-Already-Used list, so tried browsing through some threads, and I don't think I saw him yet. ._.)

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