Name: Connor Roscoe
Nicknames: Con, Ross
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: February 3rd, 1992
Sign: Aquarius
Zodiac: Ram
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 184 lbs.
Eye Color: ✖
Hair Color: ✖
Hair Style: About three inches long, parted to the side.
Skin: ✖
Distinct Features: He has a scar over his right eye from a hit to the head. He constantly has his hands covered, whether it be his black fingerless gloves or a hand wrap.
Temperament: Friendly and outgoing, Connor has the tendency to be much louder than he needs to be. He's quick to anger when somebody challenges what he believes, or mocks him for it.
Genealogy: South Bostonian, so... American.
Sexual Orientation: Not sure. Hasn't really tried anything, too preoccupied with other things.
Bio: Connor was born and raised in South Boston, a troublemaker since birth. Used to running like hell or using his fists to get out of trouble. However, using his fists was the most likely option, getting into his first fist fight at 8. His mother did the best she could for them, but still wasn't able to keep constant track of her children, dealing with work and keeping her husband happy. Connor's never had a good relationship with his dad, the two butting heads while Connor's twin and his mother watched from the sidelines.
His love for bashing skulls began one time at baseball practice. He had defended a gay kid on the team from the bigger kids, who had been threatening to beat the boy. The kids focused their attention of Connor, one of the ones taller than him going after him. He knew this kid had a history of beating people to a bloody pulp, and grabbed his bat, the other guy swinging at him. Half out of anger at the homophobia, and half out of instinct, Connor swung for the head. Hearing a satisfying CRACK and the guy falling to the ground, he stood there, adrenaline and some sick sense of joy rushing through his body as the others stood there, gaping. He was suspended from the team, but Connor regretted nothing, standing up for what he thought was right. His mother noticed that he continued to get into more and more fights, though she didn't say anything, thinking it normal as her brothers had been the same way. He applied for military training soon after the incident, wanting to chase that feeling, being accepted quickly.
Hobbies: Soccer, baseball, track and field
Likes: Running, jumping, playing catch, hitting baseballs, throwing tennis balls at walls, jokes, the snapping of a broken bone (he's a sick ******** deep inside, yes)
Dislikes: Getting hit, being tripped, tripping, falling in general, puns
Relatives:
- Katherine Roscoe : Mom : Alive
- Kyle Roscoe : Dad : Alive
- Tyler Roscoe : Twin Brother : Alive
Relationships:
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Songs:
Let Go - Breathe Electric
Anti-Venom - USS (Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker)
Self Esteem - The Offspring
Whisper to a Scream (Birds Fly) - Social Code
Speech Color: ✖
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