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Connor Donall Doherty

"I ain't gonna be nobodies punching bag, just because I'm gay or the weakest wolf."

0 · 609 views · located in Beacon Hills, California

a character in “Teen Wolf, Trust The Instinct.”, as played by mbuick417

Description

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ImageImage{ FULL NAME }
Connor Donall Doherty

{ AGE }
18

{ FACE CLAIM }
Adam Gregory


ImageImage{ HEIGHT }
6' 2"

{ HUMAN OR OTHER? }
Werewolf

{ SEXUALITY }
Homosexual



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{ LIKES }
Chinese food, Dogs, Honest people, Bacon, Shirts, Considerate Alphas

{ DISLIKES }
Dishonest people, the Power hungry, Ignorant Alphas, Packs in general, Girls who throw themselves at people

{ FEARS }
Losing another loved one, Being involved in another Pack Mutiny, Killing an innocent

{ GOOD HABITS }
Tends to sing to any song he has a feel for, especially when he's upset he uses it as a coping method.
Can be very caring and acts like a caretaker within any pack he joins, he may not trust a lot of people but he does hate seeing people hurt.
Very analytical of characters, he will try to deduce someone's negative traits as soon as he meets people since the man he loved was betrayed and killed in front of him, he has become very determined not to let it happen again.


{ BAD HABITS }
Can be very judgemental and takes awhile to trust people, he tends to have a very negative outlook on people due to his history.
Not a very strong or skilled werewolf since he was raised on a farm and had no or little need to fight or hunt, he is however faster than most wolves due to races with the dogs and his father.




{ PERSONALITY }

On the surface, Connor is a happy-go-lucky, positive guy with a smile flashed at anyone he looks at no matter how much he hates them and vice versa. He is very confident and capable of making friends with people, his attitude just seems to make everyone feel better, yet there are those few people who don't like him. Usually it's because of one silly mistake so it's the person and not him, yet those he really has made enemies of are for reasons.

Deeper down, Connor is a very shy and reluctant person, he can find a fault in almost anything you hand him, whether it be a plan or legal document. He is very untrusting and tends not to trust people with much of his secrets or anyone else's secret, especially close friends, those secrets will go to the grave with him. He is very intelligent but would rather keep to himself and only give his opinion if someone was to ask for it.




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{ HISTORY }
Born and raised by an Irish mother and German father, both of whom were werewolves, wanted to seek an escape from the supernatural way of living for their son and give him a mundane, normal life, even though they knew he would never be normal. So they fled to Canada and purchased a farm, a dog farm to be specific, out in the Canadian wilderness, where they were able to shift during full moons without worry of prying neighbours.

After a few years of living quite peacefully, a pack alpha, Randy, from a nearby city reached out to the family and the parents agreed to have him and a few of his betas to come out and meet them. Conor was left unaware of the meeting and when the three pack members arrived, he thought they might have been there to hurt his family and so grabbed the rifle locked in the barn and went back to save his family. When Connor saw they weren't actually going to hurt them, he apologised and locked the gun away, however, Randy was so impressed by his loyalty and bravery, it sparked his interest in the young pup and he extended a membership to the whole family, yet only Connor accepted it.

As time went on, Connor and Randy started to grow closer, slowly developing a relationship, however, it was kept under wraps from the rest of the pack, because Randy feared it would diminish his standing as pack Alpha. This put pressure on the relationship and they kept on hitting bumps whenever Connor was berated for being the youngest and weakest of the pack and yet they continued to keep at their relationship. However, the relationship didn't last for much longer after, as a beta discovered the secret relationship and told another, whom was vying for the position of Alpha himself and he managed to convince most of the pack to join him and take over the pack. During a night together, the rebelling wolves broke in on the pair and grabbed them, before forcing Randy to an honourable fight in which he lost and was killed right in front of Connor, who, fearing for his life, fled Canada altogether and made his way for the beaconing Beacon Hills.




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So begins...

Connor Donall Doherty's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cora Hale Character Portrait: Stiles Stilinski Character Portrait: Scott McCall Character Portrait: Layla Serafino Character Portrait: Riley Whycliff Character Portrait: Alexandra Almia Gaia
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"I am on to you." Stiles said resolutely. Which was to say that, even though he knew Derek spent all his time pretending to be the big bad wolf and he was kind of an asshole, that he had his merit badge in pseudo-illegal creeping, an honorary doctorate in bashing and brooding and his favorite pastime was ‘pin the misdemeanor on the Stiles’; he was so on to him. Derek cared about what became of him, of what became of all of the misfits of Beacon Hills.

He had his cell phone attached to his head by means of his shoulder as he juggled his keys and half open backpack, kicking the jeep door closed with the heel of his foot with a pencil between his teeth. Derek didn't respond on the other end but Stiles could imagine the eye roll the must have ensued. "When you get back here, you'll see. I was right all along. I always am and yet none of you ever listen to me." He whistled before taking the pencil and dropping it down into his bag then pulling the zipper closed. Derek sighed. Stiles was surprised that he didn't just hang up on him as per usual. But then again, they got along better these days, their conversations consisting less of Derek slamming Stiles into walls and more of actual dialogue, when in person at least. Image"Anyways, I'm at school now. I gotta go get me some knowledge. See you in when you get back." He slung the backpack over his shoulder. Derek growled, "I'm not coming-" Stiles cut him off. "Cora sends her love!" He said before he abruptly hung up and stuffed his iphone in the front pocket of his jeans with a smug smile hanging from his face. It was rare he got the last word, a small victory for team Stilinski. Perhaps Derek would drive all the way back just to tell Stiles off in person, irking was Stiles' specialty after all, but he could hardly expect two victories in succession. That would be borderline optimistic.

He had never been able to get a grip on the idea of corruption. He was an optimist that claimed to be a realist, you know, underneath all that self-sacrificial plaid and denim. He believed that the people he cared about were made of golden apple cores deep, deep down, and that time and constant forgiveness were enough to dig that wholesomeness out into the bright sunshiny day, where it could grow up tall to be a human. Derek had a permanent crack split through the middle of him, and despite his very best good intentions, the darkness he had in there was a mouth wide enough to swallow a yellow afternoon...but that mouth was slowly being stitched closed, Stiles could tell, and with time he would heal and learn to trust. He would always be scarred by his past, but the wound would heal....as long as he marched his broody butt back to Beacon Hills. Derek Hale was off gallivanting in Portland, tying up loose ends, whatever that meant. Which left Stiles the unofficial pack mom in his stead, which admittedly was a lot of work.

The bell rung out across the yard, an early warning to the students that class was to soon start. Stiles huffed. Didn't they know there were more dire straints afoot in this small town than math? Stiles took that back, there was nothing more evil than math...algebra was a sinister bastard.

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