WOOD, conner nathaniel

[connor wood]

CONNORNATHANIELWOOD
I went sky divin’, I went rocky mountain climbin’

lovely conjunctions and phrases
PLAYS ON A FEW WORDS YOU NEVER MEANT

full name: Connor Nathaniel Wood
alias/nicknames: Connor, occasionally referred to as ‘Wood’
gender: male
age: 16
birth date: march 16th
hometown: London, England
heritage: halfblood
house and year: Gryffindor, 6th yea
wand information: 11 1/3rd inches, ash bark, phoenix feather, bendy
other magical devices: broom, magically-enhanced motorcycle

it's never quite that innocent
SO TAKE IT BACK ALL THE WORDS YOU SAID

distinguishing features: Conner’s smile is large and welcoming with a clear row of pearly whites – it can transform his entire face. He also has slight dimples around his mouth. There are very few freckles on his body, spaced along the tops of his shoulders and back of his neck. Connor has a small scar on his left shoulder from a motorcycle accident; he never told his parents for fear he’d get in trouble.

appearance overview: The first thing noticeable about Connor Wood is his incredible height and rather large build. He stands nearly six two in height with a wide berth of shoulders. Physically, he is in-shape; his arms are somewhat muscled, chest flat, and is a fairly strong individual. One would not guess a guy of his size to be so flexible, yet Connor is very in control of his body. He is not only flexible – capable of performing flips and surprising stretches – but he is just as athletic. Indeed, he would make a fair beater because of his size alone. Connor’s hips are narrow, his legs long, and both hands and feet big. His mouth is quite wide, providing for an attractive dimpled smile. He got his father’s nose and his mother’s green eyes. Two thick brows shape over pumpkin-seed like eyes. Connor keeps his dirty-blond hair cut short and manageable, typically brushed forward on his head. Overall, he can cut quite the intimidating stance but his welcoming features tend to dampen the effect. The boy likes casual clothing: polos, button shirts, hoodies, jeans, sneakers. Anything that allows him to “breathe”.

portrayed by:Aaron Bruckner

there's a burning inside of my soul
WE ALL WANT MORE THAN JUST A SIMPLE LIFE

likes:

motorcycles
ladies
athleticism
laughing
challenges
drumming

dislikes:

spinach
bossiness
vanity
losing
cruelty
roses
romance

strengths:

competitive
flexible
reliable
relatable
funny
positive

weaknesses:

family
ladies
mischief-making
untapped temper
aggressive
word vomit
self-expression

skills:

flexible
flying
drumming
making others laugh
clever phrases
motorcycle riding – racing

goals:

make others happy
professional stuntman
create his own family
find love
mentor youngins’
graduate!

fears:

being lonely
failure
falling in love
family members dying/in trouble
losing everything
wrecking his bike
getting hurt

patronus: Connor has effectively produced a panther patronus, albeit a weak one. It accurately portrays his fiercely competitive spirit, crave of speed, and overall strength.

personality overview:
Connor has, and will most likely always be, a competitive sort. Like his father, he hates to lose because he puts so much effort into whatever he does – it hurts to find it isn’t good enough. A lot of times his fear of failure can prompt the boy not to try, or put forth much effort, as he is less likely to encounter disappointment afterwards. He hides behind smiles and an outgoing attitude, preferring to surround himself with positive people who share in mischief-making and good humor. Connor is typically one to come up with ideas, crazy or otherwise, and the spirit behind a group – sometimes he may be referred to as the ‘cheerleader’ because of his pep and enthusiasm for anything fun or exciting.

He is loyal and fiercely protective of his family, his elder sister especially. Connor always has one eye on her and is there to make certain nothing ever happens or keeps others from taking advantage of her. He is quite the nice guy, one to grin and offer words of comfort to anyone in need. Sometimes, however, he may say whatever is on his mind or his words can be purely superficial – he tends to say things that others would like to hear while not exactly meaning it. Though, if he promises something, he isn’t likely to back out of it.

Conner unfortunately thinks that love, if indeed it does exist, will hit him right when he sees the girl he’s “supposed” to be with. Because of this, he mistakes fast and hard feelings, usually offering a lot of himself in relationships that don’t last long and eventually leaves hurt from. He’s become slightly jaded towards the opposite sex and questions their actions frequently; however his surface attitude reflects none of his concerns. He flatters excessively, but Connor dislikes romance in the traditional sense. He doesn’t want to feel as if he has to open up doors, wine and dine, and offer flowers. He especially hates roses, as they are the most overused flowers out there. He would much rather bring a girl sunflowers, which are his favorite, or lilies…

The boy has an insatiable appetite for speed and racing. When he got his motorbike, Connor was out in the dirt mounds with the rest of his muggle buddies, always pushing it to move faster. Because of this, he ends up injured quite a bit and prefers to heal naturally rather than magically – partly so he can impress people with “battle scars”. He also likes performing difficult stunts like flips and jumps; he is every athletic and likes to stay in shape through regular exercise. Somewhat of a show off, Connor is the first one to start a rally.

everyone's scared somebody knows
WE HOLD IT INSIDE, YEAH, THAT'S HOW IT GOES

immediate family:

Oliver Wood ~ father
Alicia Wood ~ mother
--- Wood ~ older brother
Anastasia Wood ~ older sister

extended family:
---

spouse: ---
offspring: ---

pets: brown hoot owl, Rusty

history:
Connor grew up as the baby of the family – he was typically shown the most favor because of his age and needs. This spoiling didn’t last long; Oliver was quick to try and instill some Quidditch love into his son and because of this, the babying stopped. He spent a few years trying to toughen up and show his father he could play just as well as anyone could. Indeed, he usually played as beater in family games and had a good arm. Connor excelled at flying, though, and was usually the child running his broom ragged by the end of the day as it was pushed to his speed limits. He became adept at “air tricks”, more interested in showing off how well he could flip around on his broom rather than playing the game.

When he got older, Connor’s muggle friends introduced him to motorbikes and racing. The boy took to the pastime instantly, and soon began to ditch family Quidditch practices for a day spent in the dirt. He used friends’ bikes and learned how to push them to the limits; he wrecked once after attempting a lengthy jump and scrapped his back on a rock because of this. He still has the scar today (see appearance) and never told his father about the accident – indeed, most of his wipeouts are left from his parents’ ears.

It wasn’t a surprise when Connor got his Hogwarts letter and joined his two elder siblings at the prestigious wizarding academy. He was sorted into Gryffindor, a trend in the Wood family. In order to stand out from his siblings who already had footholds in the school, the boy became friendly and outgoing, typically joining forces with anyone willing to stir some action. He went through several fleeting relationships that have nearly all ended bad. During the summer before his fourth year, his father decided to support his motorbike passion and bought him one of the muggle contraptions. He had it magically enhanced for speed and unfortunately, it remains home while he’s at school. Though, he made a deal with Oliver to show more enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Connor held up his end of the bargain. He joined Gryffindor’s Quidditch team as the mascot. Now, he prances the field with the rest of them in his lion outfit, roaring and rallying cheers against the opposing team.

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roleplay sample:

taken from another rpg, as a female char. hope you don’t mind!

Oh dear Merlin. It was uncommon of Ashlan to use expletives even as moderate as this, but in her present situation she was disconnected from all other thoughts. What other phrase in the English language could possibly sum up the redoubtable stature of Jackson Dowdy? He was an overly done skyscraper – she recognized the world preferred the grandiosity man could ever assume, but this was ridiculous. Her throat grew a lump that nearly cut off air supply, however she was able to wrestle it down and squeak (as mortified she was of this, she had, in fact, ‘squeaked’), “Mr. Dowdy..” Immediately, her head lowered as she thought to cough discreetly into her closed fist, anxious for him to have missed the minor slip and believe she was merely clearing her passage. In school, he had to be just as fully grown though her memory of him wasn’t as polished as she would have liked. She was, however, quite certain he had to have sprouted an extra foot or so, or in the very least feeding himself well – unfortunately she couldn’t recall his exact age to determine how freakish of a human he truly was. He perched besides her – without so much as an invitation – and lapsed into silence. Ashlan exaggerated her spine would split soon, if she attempted to sit any straighter or remain as rigid.

More than slightly overwhelmed by this addition, Ashlan’s gaze returned to the meandering crowd in their own little worlds, oblivious to her uncomfortable plight. Jackson then thought to question her on her… importance? Staring at the ground for a bit, she had to consider if this was an insulting jab at her or merely an innocent question to make conversation. In the end, Ashlan couldn’t imagine the boy having any reason to be spiteful – unless he was just cruel. So now her attention focused upon his question; she couldn’t relate she was there to be showboated. Virginia thrust her daughter before influential families any chance she got, so in reality she was there only to smile and nod in all the proper instances. Though, admittedly, she wasn’t getting much of that done right now, fraternizing with the likes of him in the stead of their guests. “I… welcome the guests?” She refused to meet his gaze; she may have been unsure but she would never admit it.

What else could be said between the two? Pleasantries… Whatever continues the superficial.. Hesitant, Ashlan looked his way before her lips parted. “Are you.. enjoying the party?” There was a frown turning down the sides of her mouth as she wondered how many other people she had asked the same of. It was almost rehearsed into her genes. Still, Ashlan would much rather the conversation – if there was one to be had between the two at all, who weren’t exactly the best of friends – be diverted onto Jackson rather than herself. She didn’t perform well answering others unless they were simple questions that might be solved without thoughtful responses: yes or no, maybe or perhaps, sometimes – questions where no depth was required of her. She noted he didn’t have a drink himself, not that her parents would have minded. She often drained at least a cup of firewhiskey under their noses as the high she received was enough to let her make it through the night.

“What have we here!? Little Ashlan, hogging all the men to herself is she?” Her neck snapped so quickly in the direction of this new voice, it almost gave her whiplash. Ashlan’s hand rose to rub the flesh as she gazed upon an older lady (perhaps Jackson and Ashlan’s age combined, though she was still a glamorously beautiful lady), surveying the two with a cup in hand. Her initial reaction was to burst out with, Of course not! But to do so would have been rude in regards to her former acquaintance. “I’ve got more experience handling a lad like you, lovey,” Esmeralda Driscoll purred, aiming a perfectly ill-timed hip thrust which caused the unbalanced woman to topple forwards. Ashlan hardly had the chance the redden before a pair of breasts were shoved right into her face; the woman’s body crushed her backwards, painfully shoving her against the rock she sat upon at the oddest angle. Imagine how things looked to bystanders, seeing a pair of ample bubbies thrust into Ashlan’s unsuspecting form.

The two tangoed for a moment, with Ashlan desperately trying to shove the lady off her – or at the very least allow her to breathe. She panicked before smacking her elbow into Ms. Driscoll’s side, effectively causing the woman to roll off. The small girl gasped for air and quickly scrambled to her feet; her face was the color of blood, and her eyes couldn’t possibly get any wider. She looked, in all rights, mortified. Ashlan doubted she would ever forget the embarrassment or humiliation she felt then, her attention flickering between Esmeralda and then to Jackson. She turned on her heels and would have ran from the entire scenario had she not clumsily tripped on her own two feet (any woman who could run in heels had to be praised!) Ashlan’s arms went out to brace her fall, but it didn’t injure her any less when her knees scraped against the grass harshly. The left knee of her stockings now had a tear in them. Unable to resist the flailing of her arms or the burning behind her eyes, she gave in to a few heavy sniffs, on the verge of tears. She breathed inwardly, trying to calm down and ignore the burning sensation in her limbs. What on earth everyone must think of her!

[LT:Tim McGraw - Live Like You Were Dyin']