Connor Wolfenden

[Nova Ember]

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• Sample of Your Work:

In the thick darkness of her violet and black decorated camber, Haruka tossed and turned in bed. Memories ran through her head, troubled memories of the past. Back in the classroom, back in heaven's hell; where all was perfect to begin with, but ended in destruction. She recalled his touch, his whispered words of demand, his accusing and his laughing. It was the laughs that she despised the most, they were coated with happiness and relief when he was having his way with her, as if he were high off blissfulness, while she was crying out in pain and begging for mercy.

It was not fair, it simply was not fair. In sleep, she groaned and made a choking sound, close to tears, and rolled onto her side, curling into a ball beneath her silk white sheets. Sure enough, a droplet of water trickled down from one eye into the other, and then the lids burst open from the wetness, as if in shock, and she reached up quickly and rubbed the drop of weakness away. She would not cry in wakeness, she was stronger then that. Her lip did not even wobble as she sat up robotically, as if she had not just been having a nightmare. She no longer even wished for a person to help her, she knew that it was useless to banish away these dreadful memories.

Besides, it was nearly two hundred years ago, and she had killed the bastard herself; so why did she still feel like he could walk back into that door right now and continue where they had left off? Because there were still other men. It was their fault, it was in their disgusting blood, blood which she wanted to let seep from their veins and into the ground to feed the trees that she would cut down and burn, least they be tainted by the vile crimson poison.

Unable to sleep any longer, Haruka slid off the side of the bed and paced over to her lamp, turning the side so the shutters opened and let the flame inside be shown. The dim light invaded the room, playing shadows across the walls. True to her time, Haruka still used oil lamps. Fire had always brought her comfort, the possibilities of it, the warmth, the danger. It had always appealed to her, even in life (she considered existence in the mansion death). Her soft gray hair was down and framing her youthful pale complexion, her plush petal pink lips always seeming pursed and kissable, never telling of her true age, nor of her past scars. Her look was vacant and hollow, her violet eyes soulless and without pupils.

Wearing nothing but a long thick black shirt, which went to her elbows and barely concealed her bottom, revealing her long pale elegant legs, and a pair of lavender panties; Haruka padded gracefully down the hall in her bare feet towards the kitchen in hopes of some tea. She left the lamp open in her room for when she returned, going over in her head what book she would like to read until daylight. Once it was daylight, she planned on going outside and perhaps having a picnic or maybe sketch and paint some birds like she did last week, that was okay, except when the bees came around, they didn't seem too friendly, what with all the buzzing...

With that thought of bees in her mind, she collided into another form. Firstly she thought of nothing really, a mere small breath escaping her throat for a moment, before she quickly inhaled and drew the stranger close to her. If it had been a man, she would've done away with his head before anyone could say 'pink spotted walrus tusks', but in the time it took for that small breath to leave her, and for gravity to begin to bounce them apart, Haruka's mind clicked that this was a female, and lovely one at that. She hugged the stranger to her, her excuse that she did not want her to fall, as she secretly took in the smell of the new comer. She smelled ravishing; like jasmine, or maybe lavender. Haruka couldn't really tell, but knew that it was delicious.

"My highest apologies, beautiful angel," whispered Haruka softly, her eyes staring into the majestic electrifying green hair of this girl's. "May I treat you to some tea as a redeemer?" she pleaded cooingly, intoxicated by the smell. All the other beautiful girls seemed to be taken, and Haruka did not like sharing with the dreadful ugly males---as they were all paired up gender to opposite gender---, making Haruka dearly crave for this new girl. Even though she had just stumbled into her, she considered it purposeful and meaning something. Before dawn, she promised herself, she shall have this girl as her own.

• • CHARACTER:

• Role: Hunter

• Full Name: Connor West Wolfenden

• Perferrably Called: Connor

• Gender: Male

• Orientation: Straight

• Seems to be the age of: Late teens, earlier twenties

• Actual age: Unknown

• Appearance:

He has tussled short reddish brown hair with deep dark chocolate eyes and a normal skin tone, if a bit redder then most. He's tall and muscular and walks with comfort and ease. His only attire consists of a thick military jacket with baggy brown pants. He lost his under shirt and shoes a long time ago. However he keeps on his jacket, because a huge painful looking burn scar in red creeps up his left shoulder, engulfing his shoulder blades and part of his neck entirely, starting at his elbow. He doesn't like it, and gets pissed when people point it out.

• Portrayed by: Hayden Christensen

• Personality: Connor acts like he never takes anything seriously. He's always laughing or mocking; he always avoid the truth or complicated matters. He sees the tainted ones as toys, and he often stalks one of them and makes fun of the ones who can't see him, trying to make the tainted one look like they're crazy to the pures. He's a newer hunter, but he doesn't feel new. He doesn't recall killing anyone, but obviously because he's here he did. Although hunters don't remember their pasts very well, Connor doesn't even try to recall. Every so often he gets a flash or two, and it's always about fire and screaming. He doesn't like it, and so avoids the subject at all costs. Life is a game, why waste it on troubles?

• Most Common Aura Color: Dark or muddy blue (Fear of the future; fear of self-expression; fear of facing or speaking the truth)

• History: His life before he became a hunter was painful but simple, as is his current life as well. When he was human, he was aloof and didn't talk to any children. As it happened to be, his mother had left him and his father because she fell in love with someone else, and his father beat his son in a drunken rage every since. Connor didn't get along with the other children as well---they always said he stared too much---but that was only because he had the rule set that he can only speak when spoken to. He was always very polite, and never very honest; he believed that people couldn't take the truth. Until he met a girl, but she didn't talk at all. She just took a sit by him every day at lunch and ate beside him, only saying hi and then being stone silent. It was frustrating and confusing to Connor, because he didn't know what to say. Then one day the girl came up to the lunch table all happy and jolly, instead of her usual monotone, and Connor was so flustered that he just stared at her and didn't respond. Suddenly she was bipolar and burst into tears. She had been lonely, and no one was listening to her. She killed herself the next day, and Connor blamed himself more then he'd ever admit. He listened to the rumors and went to her funeral, and when he was there they were going to bury her with her prized belongings. One of the items was her journal; which no one had read, in respect for the dead. When no one was looking Connor snagged it and read it later that night. He found out that she had been bullied and tormented and almost raped by a group of boys at school. Once again Connor became a fly on the wall and listened and learned until finally he had enough. He drank some of his father's beer and went to school drunk, later resulting in deciding that the best thing to do was set the school on fire. He did so, but it only burned one room and killed two other innocents, plus himself. He doesn't really deserve this punishment of being a hunter so much as the Fates were giving him another chance to redeem himself. Apparently he's got a part to play in something. But then again... don't we all?

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