[hider=2nd Lt. Connor][color=aquamarine][CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210331/3bbba299e301d7f841f5085804071e75.png[/img][/CENTER] [hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/757677454990114966/826795783772700732/unknown.png[/img] [color=aquamarine][sup]___________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][COLOR=SILVER] Connor, 23 [color=aquamarine][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 2nd Lieutenant [color=aquamarine][b]|[/b][/color] Tyrella, Dokkum, United Kingdom of Edinburgh [color=aquamarine][sup]___________________________________[/sup][/color][/COLOR][/sub][/center] [hider=][indent][sub][b]▼ E X T R A I N F O R M A T I O N[/b][/SUB] [sup][color=aquamarine]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color] [COLOR=aquamarine]► [B]DOB[/B][COLOR=SILVER] - 2/27/1891[/COLOR] ► [B]Height[/B][COLOR=SILVER] - 5'7" / 173cm[/COLOR] ► [b]Weight[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - 138 lbs / 63 kg[/COLOR] ► [b]Hair Color[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Blue[/COLOR] ► [b]Eye Color[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Emerald[/COLOR] ► [b]Classification[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Officer[/COLOR] ► [b]Rank[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - 2nd Lieutenant[/COLOR] ► [b]Sexuality[/b][COLOR=SILVER] - Bisexual[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider] [/cell][cell][b][sub]D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/b] [indent][color=SILVER] Thankfully for him, Connor hasn't quite yet hit the physical brick wall that is the lasting dread-faced cake over his expression that plagues the officer's corps so. While the young officer hasn't quite reached the level of daily existential dread and remorse that might be overtly plastered over each and every self-respecting lieutenant, his constantly dreary countenance simply oozes cynicism. The mere disinterest he holds within his malachite eyes dampers the drab tone of his olive officer's uniform to a dull wash. [/color][/indent][/cell][/row][/table][color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/sub][/b] [INDENT][color=SILVER] "Tyrellian Darcsen" should immediately bring a few instinctive traits to mind: The image of a jovial young man, joyous in spirit and a warm smile upon his face. Connor fits well into this image: It just takes an inhuman amount of effort to get him there. Get him a whiskey in one hand, a cigar in the other, a woman (a man will suffice if he's sufficiently rugged and handsome with [i]just[/i] the right cheekbones) around each arm - and perhaps another between his legs for good measure - and he will take showing this stereotype into consideration. No guarantees, of course, but that is just par the course for Connor. Viewing both his job and authority with immense incredulity, Connor is only certain to pay as much heed to convention as is absolutely necessary and will more than happily tell the rest to take the piss. In a power structure as per-ordained and rigid as it is, exercising even the [i]tiniest[/i] amounts of authority is [i]just[/i] enough to get [i]some[/i] satisfaction out of it. Not only does he think that this overt nepotism is fine, but he goes as far as to believe this is [i]expected[/i] from all but the most sobersided of people. Clear as day, Connor will forever live in the shadow of his missed potential and the long-bygone dreams of what-could-have-been. Connor is, perhaps obviously, a bit aimless in his personal life, and this hollow outlook on life haemorrhages into each and every conversation. [/color][/INDENT] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]B I O G R A P H Y[/sub][/b] [INDENT][color=SILVER] It should come as no surprise that Connor was the awkward middle child of his bunch. Bright Moira, ever the strong eldest sister, was always gifted with the keen intuition one of her station always should. Little Kilian was born adept and sharp, possessing an intellect to impress even grown men. As it goes, some are born academic, and book-smart. Others are savvy, and street-smart. Connor, unfortunately, was born neither. Connor immediately was thrust into an unenviable position of incredible mediocrity within a lower-middle class Darcsen household. With few talents and even fewer apparent flaws, Connor had little to show for himself between the acumen of his sister's tongue and the percipience of his brother, and instead drifted through his formative years forever playing second fiddle to his siblings. Truly, he had very little to distinguish himself, and as a result spent much of his time overlooked in spite of his efforts to make himself known. The residual feeling always tugged at him, slowly eking into how he acted. Come the eve of his 18th birthday, the young man remained forever at an impasse. He could of course go into the medium of tedium in some trade, or go assist his parents in their endeavours - or God forbid, once more playing to the assistance of his sister as a merchant or his brother in his studies - yet...where was the drive? What good was that life but to live as another second fiddle for the rest of his life, only standing aside in the spotlight while another took the glory? No, it was at that eve that Connor took initiative, and set forth to distinguish himself. And where greater to set himself apart than in the glorious officer's corps of Edinburgh's Army? He redoubled his efforts henceforth, applying himself (after once more pleading to another patron to pay his tuition) towards the academy, and determined that he would finally get the recognition he always pleaded for within Edinburgh's military. Fitting, then, that the irritable young man has emerged from the academy onto the battlefield to once again play second fiddle to the storied Captain Alexander Middleton. [/color][/INDENT] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]P O T E N T I A L S[/sub][/b] [color=SILVER][INDENT] [color=aquamarine][b]Easy, Peasy, Extra Sleazy:[/b][/color] Frankly put, Connor could give a damn what his underlings do, so long as the objectives are taken, the job is done, and everybody comes home okay. He views most minor mishaps as personal issues and will generally allow most scuffles to sort themselves out on their own; Paperwork is something he does his absolute [b]best[/b] to avoid. He takes bribes, calls in favours, and is generally pretty open to every officer corruption scheme you can think of. Considering this nonchalant attitude towards regulations, Connor frequently turns a blind eye towards minor violations if it doesn't effect the unit's effectiveness as a whole. Come the time it [b]does,[/b] however, Kirk may be very willing to use very underhanded tactics to spot the violator into a world of trouble... [color=aquamarine][b]Gold Heart With A Rust-Iron Coat:[/b][/color] Let's make no mistakes in calling it what it is: Connor's an asshole. He doesn't beat around the bush and isn't going to hesitate to get into shouting matches at the pub over weekend football or why a private can't do their job right. In spite of his rusty nature, Connor remains a gentle heart. He would never send a private to do something he wouldn't do himself, and will generally be willing to take some falls for close friends. Earning Connor's respect might be a bit of a roundabout - and perhaps daunting - task, but to those who are in the know, know that, deep down, he's a good guy. [color=aquamarine][b]Darcsen Bond:[/b][/color] Connor knows it as well as everyone with dark hair: Darcsens gotta stick together if they're gonna make it. When around other Darcsens - or people he knows are sympathetic towards them - he has the tendency to "go a bit easy" on them, where he begins to put on a "big brother" persona. In contrast, those who harbor prejudices against Darcsens will very quickly learn that Kirk will be more than happy to "give them something to complain about"... [color=aquamarine][b]Out Of The Frying Pan...:[/b][/color] Having just emerged from the Officer's Academy, much of Connor's tactical and leadership capabilities are largely theoretical. In start contrast to Captain Middleton's years of battlefield experience, Connor has only his life experience and the teaching of the dogmatic Edinburgh Officer's School to guide him. It remains to be see whether he will be rectified or authenticated in the trenches of Assen... [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]---[/color][b][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/b] [color=SILVER][INDENT] - [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8f/Webley_IMG_6789.jpg]Mk. 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While that might might be a blur, his sentiments are crystal clear. Connor hates Middleton's guts and does everything in his power to undermine his authority whenever he can get away with it. The two have a purely professional (if dysfunctional) relationship, and generally only speak to one another when absolutely necessary. [/INDENT][/color] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][hr][color=#2e2c2c]-A Template by Load Wraith[/color][/COLOR][/hider]