Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Full Name: Conn (pronounced Kohn) Laise Kerr
Aliases/Nicknames (if any): Connie, Connor
Preferred name: Conn
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Race: Scottish Fold Neko
Height: 5' 7"
Build: Squarely built
Hair: Ginger hair that is very light-coloured in the sun, but looks more brown indoors. He has very thick hair that is somewhat long and a mess, kept cropped very short.
Personality: He is fiery and protective, but he also adores those in his small group of friends and family. When he first meets someone, he is very outgoing, though somewhat abrupt. He doesn't trust easily, and if you break his trust it's almost impossible to regain. He is also physically affectionate, but is very direct with it. He only hugs people he truly cares about.
Hobbies: Fencing, reading, wrestling, gymnastics
Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: *will fill out later*
Special Abilities/Skills: He is very agile and flexible. He is very good at fencing, and is almost always the victor in matches. He is not good at picking up different languages, unlike his sister, but is fluent in Feline, Gaelic, and English.
Weapons: He uses his claws in most situations, because he rarely carries anything dangerous on him.
Relationship History: He's dated several of the local girls in his village. He's never been in a very serious relationship before.
Family: Mother passed away in childbirth to him, and his father tries to make him into a good man, but is too soft on him. His older sister, Ceana is also soft on him and usually lets him boss her around. They are all very scottish. Kilts, haggis, bagpipes, and all.
Conn Laise Kerr grunted disbelievingly into the phone and hissed slightly. "What is she eating? No meat, I hope," he stated, trying desperately not to get hung up on again. "And I'm just trying to figure out why my sister suddenly decided to throw her life away, instead trusting people she barely knows, like you for example. She'd be better off at home," he stated, his accent getting heavier again and betraying his anger.
Conn Laise Kerr sighed into the phone and didn't speak for a moment. "She may be older than me, but she can't take care of herself. She's too innocent and stubborn," he mumbled quietly. "Look, where is she now?" He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before begrudgingly giving another comment. "I want to come check on her, and make sure you and this guy are taking good care of her..."
Conn Laise Kerr stepped into the bar and looked around, an angry expression on his face. It dropped quickly and he sighed, not seeing who he was looking for, before heading to the bar and sitting down.
Conn Laise Kerr roughly threw the door open and glared around the room for someone. He sighed as he didn't find who he was looking for and ran a hand through his thick ginger hair before plodding up to the bar. He twitched his eyebrows slightly and made up his mind already to ignore any comments about his 'frilly kilt.' He plopped down and ordered a milk before leaning back slightly and waiting. His sister had to be around here somewhere, right?
Conn Laise Kerr blinked slightly as a girl about his age and gave her a disinterested stare before her words hit him. He glared and looked her over before snorting and shaking his head. "Don't tell me you're that loud-mouthed girl from the phone?" he questioned in a thick Scottish accent. "Where's Ceana? Lock her up in a closet somewhere did ya?" He rolled his eyes and scrunched up his nose at the strange odor, his folded ears twitching ever so slightly to pick up anything strange.
Conn Laise Kerr let a fist pound down onto the table as he raised his voice. "Oi! It's a kilt!" he defended angrily, his aquamarine eyes flashing before they softened and he pressed a hand to his forehead. "Look. I came to see my sister being safe, not argue with her keeper," he stated with a groan. He glanced up at her and rolled his eyes before begrudgingly tacking on an "I'm sorry, alright?" to the end. He took sip of his milk quietly, no longer looking at Hunny.
Conn Laise Kerr groaned and cracked his neck. "I haven't even met the guy, yet. I'll have to test him before I even consider letting Ceana keep staying with him, let alone marry him," he muttered before shotting a glare at The Calico. His ears twitched backwards as the strange gargoyle began to groan and move. He twirled his head to see the stone breaking and his claws elongated. His attention didn't stay long before he was glaring at The Calico again.
Conn Laise Kerr reached out and brushed the other man's hand off of Hunny's arm. "We're talking, if you don't mind," he replied curtly, his accent getting thicker. "Where is Ceana's room?" he questioned the girl. He was ignoring the creature from the gargoyle now, only a slight hiss escaping his lips showing he still heard her.
Conn Laise Kerr nodded and downed his milk quickly before standing slowly. "Take me there?" he almost ordered before growling deep in his throat at The Calico's whispering, his tail twitching back and forth angrily. "Excuse me for not wanting my sister's best friend to be made uncomfortable by the likes of you," he practically spat at him, his demeanor no longer holding any hostility towards the girl. He certainly changed moods fast. An arrow whizzed by and he grunted before shaking Hunny's shoulder slightly. "We should leave, now. Take me to Ceana's room," he grunted.
Conn Laise Kerr allowed himself to be led upstairs, shooting one last glare at The Calico before shaking his head and letting his eyes fall to the woman who had shot the arrow. "Thanks, lass," he mumbled before letting himself be taken upstairs.
Conn Laise Kerr quickly ran to Ceana's sleeping form and knelt next to her, a soft expression on her face. He caressed her cheek lightly before sighing and looking back at Hunny. "Thanks. You okay?" he asked seriously, looking away and trying to act disinterested in the answer.
Conn Laise Kerr tilted an eyebrow and smirked. "The cute girl's never been hit on before? I'm honestly shocked," he stated dryly, though his eyes were teasing. He scrunched up his face at the question and tilted his head to the side, his ear twitching outwards and his tail going full speed back and forth. "I felt protective," he replied honestly with a shrug. "And a bit ticked off, actually."
Conn Laise Kerr blinked at her red face and smirked teasingly. "No problem. And I wasn't the one that shot that arrow, the la-" He was cut off by a scream and ran out the door quickly before spotting Casey. He rushed over and saw Molli unconscious on the floor. He shot an accusatory glare at the man and growled. "What's this, eh?"
Conn Laise Kerr nodded and went to check the girl's pulse before backing into the hallway again. "Well, she's certainly out. Do you know where she lives?" he asked in his thick Scottish accent. He felt some concern for the girl since she had helped Hunny and himself with the man downstairs and wanted to leave her in good hands.
Conn Laise Kerr groaned slightly. "Great...What do you plan to do with her then? Don't answer if I don't want to know," he questioned sarcastically before looking back at the door to Ceana's room. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know a Novus, would you?" he questioned, already distracted.
Conn Laise Kerr blinked as the man simply went to bed. No answer, no goodnight, just slept. He rolled his eyes and returned to Ceana's room, plopping himself in the chair by the bookcase. "Well, that was enlightening...Not," he mumbled to himslef, crossing his arms.
Conn Laise Kerr tilted his head to see a man in the doorway and stood, protectively moving in front of Hunny and Ceana's sleeping form. "No. Sorry," he mumbled before attempting to slam the door in the man's face.
Conn Laise Kerr quirked an eyebrow at the kiss and shrugged before waving goodbye to her and setting himself up in the chair to watch Ceana sleep and keep a vigil.
Conn Laise Kerr jolted up and cursed under his breath at the sound of the door being kicked in. He looked to see Ceana stirring slightly, but ran out the door anyways...to see the man who he had slammed the door in the face of. He watched him walked in and leaned on the doorway, watching him cut the man's head off with a morbid curiosity, a frown on his face.
Conn Laise Kerr shook his head silently and scowled. "No. I'd prefer to keep my head on my shoulders, actually," he replied gruffly. Seeing the other man's smile he scrunched his nose up disgust and scoffed and made to walk back to his room.
Conn Laise Kerr couldn't help one last comment. "So it just takes a handsome amount and you can murder. How comforting," he stated dryly before pushing open the door to his room.
Conn Laise Kerr entered the room, closing the door behind. He sat back in his chair, quickly dozing off, though ready to protect Ceana, should the need arise.
Conn Laise Kerr quirked an eyebrow at Hunny and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Well, that's a nice change, babe. No more yelling fights, I take it?" he questioned with a smirk before turning back to the other two. He hissed lowly and tilted his head. "Yeah, sure. Nice to meet you, Zeke. Who's your lady friend?" he asked, taking Zeke's hand in his free one and shaking it firmly.
Conn Laise Kerr tilted his head. "I don't...Oh, yeah. Saria. No need to get huffy," he stated defensively, before turning back to Hunny. "No need, babe. I'm good," he responded, letting his arm drop from her shoulders. "So...What are we doing?" he asked, looking at the other three. Clearly a scatter-brain. He tilted his head and frowned at Zeke's look. "Yeah, love, right..."
Conn Laise Kerr watched Hunny walk off and whistled quietly. "Night, babe!" He smirked and then watched the man go, giving a slight wave. "Night, guy. Sleep well and all that rot," he commented dryly at his back. He turned to Saria and looked her over. "So...What are you? Magic user?" he questioned, his tail finally slowing down and his ears tilted elsewhere.