Name: Conor MacKenna
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 157lbs
Description: Conor usually wears no shirt, he claims it makes him feel more "free", he also loves to display the tattoos that cover his torso. But he does have a red coat that has hidden pockets sewn into the sleeves and breast area. His tattoos are mixed, the primary one being a large dragon wrapped all over his torso and arms and a flame burst on his belly, twin flames on each of his forearms, then a skull and crossbones on his upper right arm. He also has red metal bar earrings, one in each ear, as well as two gold hoop earrings above each of those in each ear. He always wears his red bandanna, but underneath it is short, red hair, as his short red beard is fairly groomed. The goggles he also frequently wears are made from leather, worn from his airship days but also provide eye protection from his own sometimes reckless use of his wepaons. The rugged brown leather pants he wears have been customized by himself to hold many hidden pockets for crossbow ammunition, explosives, and anything he feels like stealing. His belt is fashioned in a similar style as his pants, holding more explosives, a pair of brass knuckles, vials of flammables, various powders for blinding, marking, etc, as well as a couple mechanical tools. His brown leather gloves have also been modified with small pouches at the wrists to hold more powders and explosives. His torso, face and legs are marked with vicious scars which are a result of his life of piracy and crime.
Bio: Conor MacKenna; loud-mouthed, free-spirited youth with a obsessive fascination with explosives and fire. His parents died when he was very young and he doesn't know or care to discover why or how they died. As his origins of birth are also unknown to him, which he also does not care to know. Far as he's concerned his uncle, crewmates and Conri are all the family he needed and his home is wherever he makes it. He was adopted by his uncle Duncan MacKenna, his father's brother, an airship pirate who flew the skies in a somewhat small airship. His uncle Duncan was the captain, he and the rest of the 5-man crew raised Conor in the life of piracy. He grew to enjoy piracy, he thought it to be fun and much like a game. This reflects his very free-spirited attitude, he rarely takes things seriously, he loves to laugh and joke. From a young age he toyed with fire and explosives, making them an obsession and favored weapon in adulthood. When he was 17 his uncle's ship, The Jolly Hound, laid an assault on what seemed to be a merchant ship, but the ship was carrying Omega Corp. cargo, as well as Omega Corp. guards. Conor took count as he had slain 3 guards before noticing the rest of his fellow crewmates, along with his uncle, had been killed and he was next. Conor knew the dire situation he was in and immediately decided this was an "all or nothing" situation. Goggles down over his eyes and holding his breath, he let loose all of his blinding powder at his enemies and fire bombs onto the ship, as well as his flammable liquid vials over the walls. He had his mind set on dying there, but taking his enemies with him. As Conor laughed, welcoming death, his familiar, Conri, tugged on his pants to direct him to the parachutes aboard The Jolly Hound. Conor strapped a parachute on and grabbed a hold of Conri as the two leaped off the side of the ship. He spent a year of his life on the streets of Prometheus City, using his knowledge of thievery to survive. He ran with a couple criminal youths, but found them boring, not being on the same level as he. While living on the streets he found information on Aura Academy. He was not keen on the thought of school, but felt he could use a bit of stability, seeing as how crime is getting him nowhere on the street. He also knew of the man that ran the Academy to be no friend of Omega Corp. Conor was typically emotionally distant, he did not feel too strongly over the murder of his uncle and crew, he knew that was the life they chose. None-the-less, he felt it was his duty to avenge his fallen comrades and destroy as much of Omega Corp. as he possibly could. Alliances formed in the Academy and with Le'Minz could surely help his chances of that.
Talents: Conor is a dead-eye shot with his crossbow. He also can throw weapons such as small blades and his bombs with equal accuracy. Quite agile and a very fast runner, but lacking in real physical strength. If forced into a close-combat situation he will do everything possible to gain distance, but will sometimes brawl with fair skill in boxing. He possesses a familiar-type aura, which feeds off into his familiar, Conri, a large dog, his only true friend and beloved companion. Conor and Conri are slightly telepathically linked, being able to sense danger signals and some sense-based information like sounds and scents with each other.
Areas of Interest: Pyrotechnics and explosives are his main focus of study. He also is quite mechanically adept, repairing devices aboard his uncle's ship and his customized crossbow. He also creates small explosives to carry with him to throw, as well as the ones he attaches to his crossbow bolts. He has also gained a taste for alcohol, the stronger the better. A common thing for him to do while drinking, if pushed into a fight, is to spit a mouthful of alcohol onto his opponent and set them on fire. He manages his drinking to a reasonable level, feeling he must at least remain clear enough to fight, run or shoot.
Armament: Conor's primary weapons are his customized crossbow and the many explosives he carries. He also uses blinding powders, vials of flammable liquids, and brass knuckles. His familiar has been in numerous fights alongside Conor, being fast and vicious, Conri has proven himself valuable in combat.
