Name: Conor Olsson
Birthdate: May 2
Current Residence: On The Road
Occupation: Drifting Musician
Hobbies/Pasttime: Singing, Playing Guitar, Archery
Talents and Skills - Conor is a skilled archer, with many medals and awards under her belt from over the years. One thing that she carries with her on the road is a retractable long bow, locked away inside her oversized guitar case. She is a talented musician, singing at bars and things along the road.
Conor was born in a small town in the midwest. She was an only child in a family of many multiples. Her mother had a hard childbirth with her and the doctors told her it was too dangerous to have more children. So, she appreciated Conor, while she could. She took her everywhere, sheltered her, her entire life, right up until she died.
Conor was out with friends, breaking curfew, which wasn't uncommon. When she arrived home, she snuck through her window, and tiptoed down the stairs, to get a snack from the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen, she slipped a bit, her heels not standing well on the slippery liquid. She grabbed a wall, and looked around, flipping on the lights and taking in the horror before her.
It was her mother and her father, lying in the kitchen, their throats ripped out and their blood covering what seemed to be the entire floor. Conor fell to the ground, beside her mother, grabbing the gash in her throat, as if she could fix it. Her mother was dead. There was no fixing anything.
Looking around, Conor screamed to the top of her lungs, a blood curdling scream that woke the neighbors and caused the 'person' to run. Conor heard them, running after them in her rage. She reached into a small closet on the way by, grabbing her bow and slinging it open. However, by the time she could draw, the man had jumped out the window with super human speed and agility. This wasn't a man. This was something else…
Conor walked calmly to the restroom, attempting to wash the blood off of her hands. Realizing there was nothing she could do to make all of the blood go away, she folded her bow back onto itself, stuffed it in a tiny compartment of her guitar case. She grabbed a few arrows and her guitar, slinging it over her shoulder and climbed out her window. She never looked back.
From then on, she has moved from town to town, singing in bars, and killing what animals she needed to survive, forever looking for the thing that killed her parents.
Weight: 94 lbs
Build: Frail and thin
Hair: Fiery Red with tangled dreads and braids scattered through it
She almost always wears the same sundresses, with a pair of tattered boots. It's the easiest outfit to replace, and it doesn't take too much to clean them.
She's frail and very thin, suffering from stress induced anorexia. She also deals with Self Injury, because the self hatred she feels is only appeased when she sheds blood to get rid of it. However, she has learned to live with it, and has made it like smoking cigarettes…
She is very quiet and reserved. She sings what she feels and never opens up to anyone. There is no telling what or who the thing that killed her parents is, and she doesn't take chances finding out. Her personality is cold, but she doesn't mean to harm people with it.
She wants to track down the thing that killed her parents and put an arrow through it's eye socket. She also wants to relax, and settle into a new place…a permanent place with someone permanent.
Most at ease when she's playing music.
Letting someone in, and watching them die. Letting someone in is a fear all it's own. If she lets them in, she lets them find out how damaged she really is. Even worse, if she lets them in, they could leave her, and kill her spirit a little more.