wonder if there are any assassins creed fans here

role: brawler

The main brawler of the three, Connor is a headstrong and reckless mirror, opting for a straightforward approach when battling. He looks down on strategising and frequently quarrels with Altair because of this. He believes that all fights should be fair, with no backstabbing, or cheating of the sort. Because of this, he tends to get injured easily, hence the dark coloured bandages all over his body. He battles with his siblings, the quick-witted Altair and the patient Aveline. Connor is the maim force behind those two, encouraging and driving them to do their best. It is usually because of his honest and brash demeanour that some dragons avoid him. He offends easily, sometimes never thinking about the consequences of his words and this gets him into several scrapes but it matters not to him, seeimg as he can win all of them. Theia is his mate, and she helps to calm him down when he loses his temper. He does have a soft side though, and is always there to comfort Theia.


Connor screeched in anger and in pain, as the claws of a serthis opened another gash in his foreleg. Whipping around with blinding speed, he grabbed its neck and flung it away, before turning to face the other serthises (Serthises? Serthi? He didn't really have the time to care). The slim mirror launched back into the fray, sinking his teeth and claws into the serpentine members of the Beastclan. This Beastclan seemed to have wandered a little far off from the rim of the Wyrmwound, their natural habitat. His siblings, Altair and Aveline weren't with him; they did not know where he had gone. Connor scolded himself silently as he took down another serthis, this one with scales of brilliant red. It shrieked as he caught it in his jaws but it's scream was cut off abruptly as he snapped its neck. He grunted as yet another serthis, clearly angered by the death of its comrade, clawed at his hide. The wound was not deep, but it stung. How could he have been so stupid as to believe that he could take down the serthis clan alone? No one else knew where he had gone, and he hoped that no one would worry either. He dispatched of the furious serthis easily, and glanced back. Connor glared the remaining serthis, as if daring them to step forward and challenge him, but they took one look at the furious dragon and turned tail. The mirror screeched again, but this was more in pain than anything at all. He made as if to go after them, but almost collapsed on the dry, dusty ground. He hadn’t realised how badly wounded he was. And it wasn't until the gashes started pulsing and stinging did he remember that serthises covered their own claws with poison. The dark-coloured mirror shook his head, as if trying to clear the poison from his system, and looked up. The clan couldn't be far, maybe he could………but Connor couldn't make it. He crumpled to the ground, and his last thought as the world turned to darkness was the regret that he had been so stubborn as to refuse the help of his siblings. It was a gamble that he had taken, and it had failed.


[see Altair's bio]




art by @Spopple

Bar/Peregrine/Spines
Deck out in a mixture of contrast and dusk rogue gear