Conor Sullivan, Meister

[Conor Sullivan]

Sullivan; Conor; Meister

Name: Conor Sullivan

Nickname: n/a

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Meister

Position: Student

Class: NOT

Partner: N/A

A Strong Body

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Appearance:
Not only born without eyesight, Conor Sullivan was born with very little pigmentation – that is to say, albino. Of course, Conor knows nothing about this, since albinism runs in his family - they saw nothing weird about it and he doesn’t know what his own face looks like in any case. His skin is pale, and his hair is paper-white. His eyes are strange – the disease that left him sightless clouded his pupils with cataracts so they appear white and milky, and his irises are a pale blue, almost grey in color, so if you’re far enough away it’s hard to tell he has any pupils at all. However, he has an easy smile and his easy going attitude belays any strangeness his appearance may give off. He doesn’t think anything of his appearance, and if you spend time with him, eventually neither do you.

Conor is lean, but muscular from his martial arts training as well as weightlifting and running, and he has long, thin fingers that are much stronger than they look. In fact, he wears very bulky clothing most of the time, so it appears that he’s thinner and scrawnier than he really is. In reality, he just likes the feeling of having heavy clothing on, and so it’s not strange to see him wearing both a peacoat and hoodie simultaneously in the winter. He usually wraps his hands with tape to keep them strong and can often be seen wearing braces on his elbows and knees. He often has cuts or bruises from training, but he wears them as battle scars and because he doesn’t know what he looks like, he doesn’t really care if he’s a bit banged up.

Clothing wise, he’s not picky at all. He puts a lot of colors together that may look strange, but he keeps it down to dark, basic shades and doesn’t go for anything but solid colors. A usual outfit is plain jeans, a t-shirt, and then some sort of jacket or hooded sweatshirt on if it’s warm. He’s very casual and doesn’t put a lot of stock in appearances – he barely brushes his hair in the morning but it’s mostly just to get the tangles out – and all his clothing is bought by his parents or pals who help him out with color choices. He wears simple tennis shoes on his feet and doesn’t really go for fancy attire. He'd wear sweats and a tank-top every single day if he could get away with it, and his style could be called "maybe a bit too casual." When it's not jeans and tees, it's workout clothing.

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 170 lbs.

Fighting Style: Conor has learned discipline and relying on his other senses during his time studying karate. He waits for his opening and strikes, listening to his opponent and predicting their moves based on how they move. He strikes quick and hard, and would rather incapacitate than kill. He has no qualms about running from a fight, and if at all possible, he’d rather not be in the fight at all in the first place. He enjoys training his body, but he’s smart enough to know that avoiding a fight is just as important as winning one.

Personality:
With a serene smile, it’s easy to pass Conor off as a simple, kind guy – until you actually get to meet him. In reality, he’s got a very dry wit and can’t help but backtalk and provide an endless stream of one-liners or sassy commentary on what his friends are doing. He can be flippant and foul-mouthed, even downright petty if he’s so inclined, but he’s fiercely protective of the ones he loves and has no problem kicking someone’s ass if they wronged any of his friends, even if the slight was small. He can be very protective to the point of annoyance, but it’s his way of showing he cares, since he’s pretty bad at talking about his true feelings.

He’s energetic and, although more perceptive to how people feel than you’d think, he can get a sort of tunnel vision when he’s focused that makes him ignore everyone around him. It’s not that he means to – when he concentrates his energy on something, he forgets about everything but that task, which makes him a focused and hard worker but very difficult to talk to when he’s in that state. A lot of times, he jumps 110% into work to ignore what he's feeling if he doesn't want to talk about it, which is often, but don't get him wrong! He allows himself to feel emotions, he just doesn't like talking about them with other people. His business is his business, which makes him a bit of a private person and he can come across as mysterious. He's a very "don't ask, don't tell" person, simply because he doesn't talk about himself. It isn't that he's trying to hide anything, he just doesn't (or won't) bring it up unless someone asks him.

Inside the Soul

Abilities:
Soul Perception: Like some meisters, Conor has the ability to sense the nature of souls. However, his blindness meant that it manifested in a very peculiar way. Instead of seeing the soul, he feels their vibrations. Since he is NOT, he can only differentiate between Kishin Eggs - they feel more violent and fast- and human souls, and he can only do so from a max distance of 5 feet.

Resonances: N/A

Out of your Mind

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Hobbies:
In his free time, Conor enjoys listening to music, taking walks, watching TV shows (especially if the dialogue is good), and working out. He really likes exercising, and is the one friend who wakes up at 6 am to go on a three mile jog only to eat breakfast and leave to lift weights. If he can find a book written in braille, he might read it, but he can’t usually sit still for that long.

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Aspirations:
Conor’s dearest wish is to be a meister like his parents, and to get his weapon partner to DeathScythe status. It’s what he’s trained for and his biggest goal.

History:
During the first trimester of her pregnancy with Conor, Mrs. Sullivan caught Rubella. While she lived and the birth of her child went without any issues, her son was born with Congenital Rubella Syndrome. While Conor did not suffer from deafness or heart issues, he did contract Congenital Cataracts, which meant he was blind since birth. Only if you were up close could you see the clouding behind his eyes – from far away, it just looked like he had white pupils.

Because his family was unable to afford the surgery, they had no choice but to raise Conor with his blindness. It came as quite a shock to Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, who were hoping that Conor would follow his parents to Shibusen and continue the Sullivan line of meisters. Trying to adapt took them some time, but eventually they got used to the idea and held out hope that he would perhaps inherit the ability to turn into a Demon Weapon, as some distant relatives on Mrs. Sullivan’s side did. But as he grew, they realized that the line of Miesters had continued unbroken, especially when his Soul Perception developed at a very early age – he was only ten when the ability surfaced, but it took several weeks to understand that he perceived things slightly differently.

His parents hadn’t given up on his physical prowess, however – although he had no sight, his body was strong, and they would train with him from an early age to learn to kick, punch, hit, grapple hold, and generally make sure he was still in top physical condition. Conor enjoyed the lessons, and because his other senses – sound, smell, touch, feel – were sharper due to his lack of eyesight, he began relying on them and eventually became fairly decent at hand-to-hand combat.
His strongest ability is his sharp hearing. Conor learned to navigate most places from listening to echoes and following voices, and eventually worked out a way to understand the area around him without worrying he was walking into things – when he was very young, be found a small metal lighter that belonged to his father, and spent hours flicking it open and shut for fun, liking the noise. As he played with it, he realized that he could judge distance and figure out his immediate area by listening to the noise it made, sort of like his own brand of echolocation. It’s become a habit he’s gotten into since, and absentmindedly plays with the lighter and always has it on him at all times.

As he grew, his determination to be a meister grew more and more each day. Not content with the exercise routine, he would map out jogs with his father and teach them to his guide dog, who would lead him through the runs. He worked up his body, doing weights and running laps and sparring with his father. When he was 13, his parents got him in contact with a very impressive martial artist, a karate master, in Death City, to teach Conor more refined fighting techniques, and at first Conor was disheartened – he was told to sit and listen. Every day for 6 hours, he sat. And listened. After three months, he was allowed to stand and listen. At first, he wanted to quit, but as he learned to listen, he realized he could understand what part of the body was going to move when he heard the karate uniform rustle. He could tell the stance of a person by how they moved their feet. After seven months of listening, he finally began training in martial arts, a grueling and exhaustive practice, and when he turned 17, his sensei signed him up for a national scale martial arts tournament, and told nobody that Conor Sullivan was blind. He was only a brown belt at the time, but he beat black belts and put everything he had learned into practice. Conor got second place in the tournament, along with a broken nose and two cracked ribs, but he was so proud that he nearly fainted with excitement. Mr. Sullivan cried a little and then lied about crying when he was asked about it later.

Six months later, Conor began to formally begin attending Shibusen in the NOT class.

Extra Notes:
Conor has a guide dog, a German Shepard, named Daisy. She helps Conor get around and is his constant companion. As well, all the appliances in Conor’s house have braille so he’s able to do chores with very little issue. Conor also has a special typewriter that works in braille so he can write notes to himself, and his computer is voice-activated so he can write emails or essays for classes.

Conor’s blindness manifests not as complete darkness, but more like extreme blurring of his vision. He can’t make out faces, expressions, or objects at all, and it appears a fuzzy mass, but he can tell when a person is standing in front of him and he can track movements, such as someone walking to the left or right, but it’s all vague shapes and he can’t make out anything in his environment. He can also sort of see color, but since his vision has browned from the cataracts he sees everything in shades of dull color and has an especially hard time identifying purples and blues – to him, they all appear black. He relies heavily on his guide dog, a collapsible walking stick, and his lighter to help him around.



Behind the strings

Alias:
Kat

Othe characters:
Zia Leroux, Nathaniel Zsoldos, Lavender Pratchett, Aries Sivo, Chiyo Fukui

Face Claim: S
Asagawa Ryohei from Katekyo Hitman REBORN!

RP Sample:
“Fourty-eight, fourty-nine, fiAUGH-”

Halfway through the sit-up, Daisy came and began licking his face. She was a sweet dog, and the best friend any guy could have, but she was a huge sucker for jam and she had smelled the PB&J sandwich Conor had devoured an hour ago. He pushed Daisy away and raised his shoulder to wipe the dog kisses on his shirt collar, his face twisting into a grimace. “Daisy, no,” he said, futilely, as she heard her name again and bounced into his lap to lick his face clean again, although there were no hints of anything but her gross saliva there since her last attempt 30 seconds ago.

“Conor?”

The tell-tale footsteps of his dad signaled he was looking for him, and the albino boy gently but firmly tried to get Daisy to leave him alone, or at least stop sitting on him. “In here, dad!” He called, untangling one of Daisy’s paws from the pullstrings on his hoodie.

His dad came in and there was the sound of him sitting on the weight bench. The room they were in was technically a bedroom, but with a family that enjoyed physical training as much as theirs they had converted it into a workout room. It had weights, a pull-up bar, a treadmill, and many other machines that Conor had worked into his daily routine. He finally got Daisy off of him, and she trotted over to Mr. Sullivan and from the sound of it, put her head on his knee for a scratch behind the ears, which Mr. Sullivan obliged her.

“What’s up?” Conor said, feeling for his water bottle and uncapping it. “You don’t usually come home from work this early. Everything okay?”

There was a hesitation before Mr. Sullivan spoke. His voice was heavy and slightly hushed.
“I need your help with something.”

Conor turned toward his father, alarmed, recapping his water. “With what?” He asked, suspiciously.

He could almost feel his father’s embarrassment wafting toward him. “Well, I tried to cook your dinner, you know, because your mom works so hard and it’s the night before you head off to school-“

Before he could stop it, Conor’s face slid into a mask of horror.

“The fire alarms didn’t go off this time, all right? I’m getting better.”

It was true – the food smelled charred, but even Conor could tell it wasn’t as bad as the last time his father tried to cook. That time, it smelled like someone had dunked whatever it had originally been in gasoline and had let it burn until it was literally ashes.

“Well, it’s a nice gesture,” he said, trying his best to cheer his dad up.

[The Sidhe]

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