Post by connor daniel hankins on Jan 8, 2011 11:20:43 GMT -5
CASE FILE: HANKINS, CONNOR
AGE :: TWENTY
GENDER :: MALE
D.O.B. :: OCTOBER TWENTY-FIRST
STATUS :: REAPER
OCCUPATION :: REAPER
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
HEIGHT :: 6'2''
WEIGHT :: 145 lbs.
HAIR COLOR :: black
EYE COLOR :: blue (domg, he's a bruise)
BIRTHMARKS :: none
TATTOOS AND/OR PIERCINGS :: His right arm is dedicated entirely to the comic book character Batman, with a large pair of scissors thrown in for good measure. On his left arm, he's got a couple skulls, one of them bleeding. And he has lip piercings. Sometimes, he wears snakebites, other times, it's just one lonely lip ring. Depends on what he's in the mood for.
GENETIC MODEL :: Andy Six
PERSONALITY
LIKES :: masks, make-up, knives, needles, theatrics, poison, killing, carving into people, watching a persons' eyes as the life leaves them
DISLIKES :: off days between jobs, sunny weather, warmth, bright colors, television
PET PEEVE(S) :: orders not to kill people who piss him off
GREATEST FEAR :: growing emotionally attached to someone
HABITS :: flicking his lip ring with his tongue, tracing the contours of his victims' faces with his claw,
FLAWS :: impulsive, deranged, selfish, calloused, violent
POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES :: self-confident, efficient, detail-oriented, organized, intelligent
FAMILY
MOTHER :: Catarina Prewitt Hankins, assassinated at forty
FATHER :: Matthew Hankins, forty-four, police officer
BROTHER(S) :: Blake Hankins, twenty-two, entertainment central staff
SISTER(S) :: Tootie Hankins, twelve, youth
STEP-RELATION(S) :: none
HALF-SIBLING(S) :: none
HISTORY
FACT ONE :: Normalcy was never in the cards for a mister Connor Hankins. Everyone else around him wished it were, but it wasn't. You see, normal babies cry and cry once they're spanked to life. Not Connor. He laid there still as could be. One might have tricked his or her self into thinking he'd smiled. Then the doctors cleaned the blood and other internal fluids off him, and the screams came.
FACT TWO :: As he matured, his parents took notice of slight differences between Connor and his older brother Blake. Seeing as Blake was the only other child they'd had, he was Catarina's and Matthew's basis for how a normal baby behaved. Blake had screamed a lot and accidentally failed to swallow half of his food (because he was screaming so damn much). His hobbies had included crawling over every surface he could and banging together anything he got his hands on (e.g. pots and pans). Connor, on the other hand, didn't scream once. ... Until Catarina tried to feed him. Occasionally, he would crawl, but only if whatever toy he was brutally destroying slipped from his grasp and landed out of his reach before he'd finished brutally destroying it. He also bypassed pots and pans, or anything that made a strident sound when banged together. One time, when Meredith was washing the dishes, a dinner knife fell to the floor. Connor shot forward from the corner he'd spent most of his day in and picked up the knife. There was a dangerous glint in his eye as he turned it over in his hands, his expression one of awe and worship. Then Meredith snatched the knife from his grasp, and he threw a tantrum.
FACT THREE :: During his first annual test, Connor blew away the curve for all the kids. His intelligence quotient was off the charts (not literally, just sayin', he was a freaky genius). The Perfection Police kept tabs on him from that day forward. There was fear, in the beginning, that he'd end up an Imperfection.
FACT FOUR :: As was true of every genius, Connor was a little bit... off his rocker. The only childhood pet he was allowed was a parrot. Connor named it Blackbeard, after the famous pirate. For a week, Blackbeard was kept in good health. Connor fed him, filled his water bottle, and taught him a few words (the simple stuff, like "hi" and "antidisestablishmentarianism"). Then his parents showed him a film about caterpillar metamorphosis. As it turns out, if you cocoon a parrot in duct tape, it doesn't morph into an entirely different creature. ...It just dies.
FACT FIVE :: When he reached the age of fourteen without rebelling against The Government, the Perfection Police pulled Connor aside. Again, on his tests, he betrayed a super-genius IQ and ample physical prowess. It was then that Connor was introduced to a newer, darker side of The Government. He was handed over to another tall, dark-haired man dressed all in black. Connor could see the knives the man had laced into his jacket. The man, whose name was Viktor, taught Connor that certain people didn't deserve to live. According to him, they were mars in the perfect face of The Now. It was Viktor's job to eliminate such people. And Viktor's job to train Connor to do the same. Connor apprenticed under Viktor for two years. The first year was spent learning how to fight (just in case) and, primarily, how to kill. Viktor taught Connor how to transform any random household object into a murder weapon. By the end of that year, Connor could kill someone with a post-it note (yes, he's that badass). Occasionally, Viktor would take Connor out on what he called "runs". During these "runs", Connor would hide behind a trash can or some other foreign obstruction and watch as Viktor offed his prey. The second year, Viktor introduced to the planning aspect assassination. He would give Connor files of his victims and have Connor come up with a viable plot to kill them. For example: One of Viktor's targets loved cats. Connor procured a cat and broke it's leg. Then they strategically placed it on the woman's route home from work. The woman saw the cat limping along and couldn't help but deviate from her path and gather it up. While the woman was distracted with the cat, Viktor attacked. Then, during the later half of that year, Connor and Viktor were a tag-team operation. Viktor would incapacitate the target, Connor would close in for the kill. Finally, it came time for Connor's graduation assignment.
FACT SIX :: Fate had a sick sense of humor. For his graduation assignment, Connor was to kill his own mother unaided. If he refused to cooperate, The Government would deal with him as they saw fit. Connor surprised everyone. He was sixteen at the time. Perhaps living with Viktor for two years had separated him from his parents. Or, perhaps, [ZEE WINS] Connor was born a cold-blooded killer. Immediately after receiving his instructions, a sick smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he loped off, caught his mother and did away with her. He was promoted to Reaper that same night.
FACT SEVEN :: Connor's been reaping for The Government ever since. He's at the top of his game, having successfully killed all his targets on the first try. Among The Government, Connor is known as "the secret weapon". He's also never had to bother with masks in order to go out in public, as no who saw Connor on the job lived to tell the tail.
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