ABOUT YOU
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Name: Set
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Other characters: Seth Bolivar
Roleplaying experience: 3ish years
How did you find us? My cousin CJ.
YOUR CHARACTER
General
Full name: Harry Alexandros Connor
Nickname: Hazz, Dros
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Sired/Hereditary: Born
Capabilities: Enhanced strength, regeneration, enhanced hearing and sight.
Age: 45
Marital status: Widow
Hometown: Current Residence: Little Salem
Occupation: English teacher at local high school.
Economic Status: Wealthy
Appearance
Hair color: Black - very black.
Fur color : A deep black, with tinges of red around paws and tail.
Hair style/cut: Straight, with little curly bits poking out. Oily and a bit lank at times.
Eye color: Pale blue
Height and weight: Around 175 cm tall, and roughly 78 kg.
Body type: Muscular - but a kind of natural muscular which requires very little effort.
Distinguishing physical features: In human form, extra sharp teeth - not scary sharp, just sharper than usual.
Personality
Likes: His daughter, crowds, his daughter, puzzles and riddles, his daughter and his kennel, everything being neat and tidy
Dislikes: Vampires, people threatening his daughter, Witches, humans, werewolves that are sympathetic with other species, mess
Strengths: Incredibly sharp minded, he usually sees the situation, all the possible answers and what the answers will do. This makes him incredibly bright and cunning and not someone you would trust in.
Weaknesses: Socially inept, due to spending large amounts of time as a dog and has lost most, if not all social skills. Obsession with daughter makes him cranky and uptight and not at all pleasant.
Five words to describe: Over-protective, cunning, witty, sarcastic, obsessive-compulsive
General impression: Incredibly over-protective of his daughter, you would NOT want to get on his bad side as he is vicious and without morals when it comes to self-defense. However, when on his good side, a valuable friend who would protect with his life - well, almost.
History
Important family members: Abby Veronica Connor-Thatchwed - daughter
Family members in IFS: Abby Veronica Connor-Thatchwed - daughter, Agatha Connor - sister (non-werewolf, a traveling foreign correspondent who is rarely home.)
Vital notes on history: Born and bred in LA, he grew up in the outer suburbs, a quiet life, until the age of 16 when he began to first notice his lycanthropy. Continuing to live a relatively normal life, he learned how to teach at college, and fell in love with a woman he met there. Vanessa Thatchwed. They married when he was 28, and she 26. He kept his secret of being a werewolf from her, but she was unable to keep her secret of being a witch with fire powers from him. When he was 31, Vanessa fell pregnant. Unable to keep the secret, he thought over the problem, and determined the best solution for him, his wife and unborn daughter was to make his wife a werewolf - 1 month into the pregnancy. After the child was born and named Abby Veronica Connor-Thatchwed, there was a tragic inferno in their home which killed Vanessa as a result from Halloween, her witch powers and her conflicting werewolf side. Running from LA with his daughter to his sister in Little Salem, he delivered her as a dog and was taken in to her house. Since then he has lived there as the family dog, and a teacher at the local school by day.
Brief sample RP of your character:
Wagging his tail as Abby walked through the gate, he jumped on the spot, pawing at her legs like any normal dog does when its owner returns home. Running to his kennel, he grabbed his tennis ball and ran up to his daughter and dropped it at her feet, sat and looked up into her eyes. Tail wagging frantically as she picked up the ball, she threw it and he ran as fast as he could after it. Taking advantage of his distraction, she hurried inside, and left him out in the garden, his tail slowly drooping as he watched her. Dropping the ball, he sprinted to the door and watched her go upstairs. Ears flat, he picked up his ball, put it in its spot next to his food bowl, and slunk into his kennel to have a nap - always with one eye on the house.