Post by Connor Hawkins - "Dare" on May 16, 2013 1:58:53 GMT -5
<Connor Hawkins>
Full Name- Michael Connor Hawkins
Alias- Dare
Gender- Male
Age- 24
Date of Birth- April 14
Sexual Orientation- heterosexual
Location- New York, New York
Celebrity Claim- Zachary Levi
What should we call you?- Dean
Play anyone else?- NA
Have You Read the Rules?- SPLARKIN
Personality-
Connor Hawkins is a serious but easy going young man in his early to 20s. He's in a way the perfect big brother and the nicest, Geeky-est guy in the group (Don't test him, he'll defend it!). He is extremely chivalrous, almost to the point of chauvinism. He tends to get in over his head when a girl gets in trouble. Connor is a smart-ass to a great many people. He never really knows when to turn it off, and it always comes back to bite him in the ass. Connor has had trust issues all of his life and holds most people at arm’s-length. It takes a lot for him to let someone into his life at an emotional level, despite the fact that Connor had a well enough childhood. He still treat's everyone with a decent and at times comical demeanor, but not that many people really know that much about him.
Connor at heart, is a gentleman. He hates it when anybody gets hurt or is in trouble, but when it's a woman, watch out. His chivalry makes him vulnerable to be manipulated by the opposite sex. Which is to say that he can be a little blindsided by a pretty face, but hey, he's only human.
Connor generally keeps to himself despite his mouth, only piping up when he feels the need to or when he's spoken to. He keeps himself busy when he isn't working, keeping his body in shape, and tinkering away at his rusty, ramshackle motorcycle. Connor has always had a healthy thirst for knowledge and he has the attitude that if there is something he needs to know and doesn't know it, he will find it out.
As for his alter ego-"Dare"- he cuts loose a bit. At times, a casual observer might think his motivation for his hero-ing is the thrill of adventure - he finds rooftop acrobatics just plain fun. He gets an obvious sense of satisfaction from bringing justice and happiness to the people, and has always some light banter ready for combat - although he's not a motor-mouth and he usually seems very relaxed when doing the vigilante thing. However, what actually makes him tick is a deep, burning desire to make the world a better, safer place where justice actually exists.
Unlike some other dark vigilantes of the night, Dare likes to smile and chitchat with people. He allows others to see when he cares, and is less likely to hold a grudge against someone for trying to knock his head off if he knows they believe their life depends on robbing that store or not getting locked up. He isn't prone to taking out his frustrations on people physically (though he might yell at them), and is definitely the kind of guy who'd give a dollar to someone who's down on their luck.
The code of conduct that Connor lives by mostly pertains to his work as Dare. In a nutshell it is: Do not break certain laws. Especially do not kill anybody, or by inaction or negligence allow someone to die. Do not hurt people unnecessarily, and go to great lengths to keep the innocent from harm. Saving lives takes precedence over all, even over catching the bad guys. Needless to say there are times when this code causes problems. It puts Connor's life at risk, but that's part of the idea. He's taking on a responsibility by being Dare, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
The world does not know Connor Hawkins is Dare. Hell, a lot of people don't even know there's a Dare to begin with. It's a major secret for Connor. When dealing with normal society Connor has to go to great lengths to maintain the double-life. He works day jobs and stuff, then goes out at night as Dare, and somewhere in between needs to find room for sleep. When Dare gets the crap kicked out of him, Connor Hawkins has to invent excuses for what happened. It's just one of those lies that compounds itself and ultimately means that Connor can't really have any close friends that aren't also in the know about his secret.
Likes-
- Summer
- Night
- Apples
- Fire
- Being warm
- Cats
- Books
- Machines
- Physics
Dislikes-
- Churches
- Large Crowds
- Cauliflower
- Spiders
- Being Cold
- Getting Cold
- Snow
- Mornings
- Mornings without coffee
Strengths-
- Proficient in the ways of Wise-assery
- Won't ever give up on someone.
- The A-Typical nice guy
- Can't stand bullies
- A pretty decent shot with the N.E.S. Zapper
Weaknesses-
- His Wise-assery can rub people the wrong way, since he never really shuts his mouth.
- Blindly Chivalrous
- Ignorant about a great deal of the "special" community
- Broody when alone
- Is often in his own head too much. He can be difficult to understand at times
Skills-
- A computer Fix-it guy by trade
- A tinker-er of all things mechanical
- Stays in shape by way of failing at preforming martial arts.
Flaws-
- MASSIVE dork. We're talking giant comic book collection and a few hundered pages of fanfiction here.
- Inexperienced on the whole when it comes to real emotional connections.
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Connor's ability is Innate Capability: the power to see something done, or experience it, and then being able to replicate the act or skill. Once Connor has the knowledge his body treats the act like any other skill and can preform it at any time. The skill is limited to sight and has no application on anything not done by a human. Connor can not replicate another special's powers.
Limits-
Connor can be shot, stabbed, wounded, inflicted by disease, gassed, killed by beam blasts, and whatever else humans can be harmed with. Continuous fighting will tire him out, making him more vulnerable to be killed by his enemies or whoever he's fighting against.
Appearance-
Connor is a young, strapping man of slightly above average height. At 6'1", he stands above most in a crowd without having to worry about ducking under door frames. He is lanky like a beanpole, with sharp features and a strong jaw, but with one hell of a smile. Maybe it has something to do with his knack for not giving up on anything, but there always seems to be a little hope in his brown eyes. He has curly brown hair that he tries to keep kempt, but sometimes it insists on making funny animal shapes. He shifts from a scraggly unshaven face to not depending on the weather and the forethought to buy razors, but with his nightly antics he has taken to shaving more than not (the mask itches like hell on a beard!)
His style is almost always casual, t-shirts and jeans are a staple. So are hoodies and Chuck Taylor Converse. When on the clock, Connor wears a simple white short sleeve dress shirt with a loose-fitting grey tie and some black slacks. It conveys just enough professionalism to keep his superiors off his back and make it look like he knows what he is talking about when addressing a customer.
When on "duty" as Dare, Connor wears a self-made suit consisting of Steel-toed knee-high combat boots, black cargo pants, knee and elbow pads, fingerless gloves, and a solid grey nomex long sleeved shirt and matching mask that covers his whole face and ties in the back. He has a belt where he keeps lengths of wire, but as much as he calls it a "utility belt" it really isn't.
Faction- Hero
Birthplace- New York, New York
Mother-NA
Father- NA
Siblings- NA
Spouse / Partner- NA
Children- NA
Other- Father Leonardo Reynolds- Father figure and Caretaker.
History-
Connor was not born an orphan, but who is, really? Somewhere he has a mother, or had a mother, but Connor doesn't know her, hasn't known her, and honestly has no burning desire to meet her. At this stage in his life, he has accepted that he is an orphan, meeting his biological parents isn't going to change that. He was found on a bench outside the subway train in New York, taken to the Catholic orphanage and that's where he stayed. His childhood, despite it's ridiculously tragic beginnings, was not all bad. The Sisters at the orphanage took care of him giving the newborn the name Micheal after the archangel, Hawkins after the adventurous child in Treasure Island and Connor after the street cop that found him.
The constantly changing staff of the orphanage always made life interesting for Connor growing up. The only constant in his life was Father Leonardo Reynolds, the patron of the home. The man always made sure to keep an eye on him (which was a chore most days) and spoke to him like he was an adult, which Connor liked. Sure, he might have gotten into trouble here and there, and yeah, he had a habit of skipping school to read comic books at the newsstands across the city, but on the whole, Connor was a normal, well intentioned kid.
His childhood was met with no complications, although Connor's home life (or lack thereof) coupled with his affinity for spandex clad heroes made him a target both at school and in the halls of the orphanage. It made young Connor turn his attentions away from things dealing with real people and towards machines-computers in particular. People could be mean when they could instead be kind, but machines just where. They only didn't work when something was broken. Connor could deal with that-broken things could be fixed. He still believed in people as a whole, but he just didn't know how to deal with them.
Connor graduated high school soon enough (but not as soon as he would have liked) and on his eighteenth birthday was promptly kicked out of the care of the orphanage by the state. He kept in touch with friend Father Reynolds and helped out at the home when he could, but he found himself as an adult now, in theory if not in practice, and needed to make a life for himself.
Luckily he had a childhood filled with fiddling with computers to fall back on. Connor got himself a okay-enough job as a computer technician at a local electronics store, and that's where he's stayed. That is, until he discovered some new things that he was capable of.
That is to say, what he wasn't capable of.
One day, Connor noticed a guy do a back-flip off of a park bench. That same day, while stocking some shelves in the back room he fell off of the ladder-a good ten foot drop. Instead of falling flat on his face as per usual his awkward demeanor, he flipped-literally- onto his feet. He didn't know it, but Connor had just used his new ability: the power to replicate an action done by another human being. The power of Innate Capability.
After some trial and error (lots and LOTS of nearly bone breaking error) Connor found himself with a vast repertoire of not-quite-superhuman-human skills he could pull from at the drop of a hat (which he could now do smoothly enough to kick it back up into his hands). It didn't take too much more thought on Connor's part to figure out what he was going to do with his new-found power. He got himself some used sports equipment, a few tools, and of course a mask, and set out to help the world like one of his heroes he read about as a child. He adopted the name of "Dare" in respect for his abilities. However, with the climate for supers in the world being murky at best, "Dare" might have a harder time operating than he thinks.
Sample RP-
It would figure that the first time Connor noticed that he had super-powers would be while watching a Bruce Lee movie.
The bachelor had gotten home late that night due to another "computer emergency' via some elderly widow who insisted in using her mouse like a foot pedal on a modern sewing machine. Connor had to actually walk his happy ass over there and explain it to her in person. Also that the "window" he was referring to had nothing to do with curtains. When she had offered to tip him a nickel for the bus ride back, He didn't have the heart to decline and try and explain inflation rates from 1945. Connor simply smiled and went on his way, deciding to go home in lieu of dashing back to the stop only to clock out. His manager could yell at him tomorrow. Right now he was just tired and in need of some time away from anything to with computers.
So he went home to watch bad kung-fu on his laptop.
After his long day, Connor settled for watching Bruce Lee's masterpiece: "Enter the Dragon". He popped in some ramen and fished out his last sleeve of crackers and settled down into his desk chair. He kicked off his Chucks and socks, rolling the latter into a little ball.
He toyed with the sock-ball after he had finished his dinner, eying it during the climatic fight scene. The computer geek got a wry look in his eyes and a smirk spread over his unshaven face. He stood up, and gripping the sock-ball in one hand, he threw it up in the air, preparing to preform a Bruce Lee kick.
Connor twisted his hips in a mock roundhouse, aiming for his balled up socks. What he expected was a missed kick and a stinky pair of socks on the floor, or if he was more optimistic, maybe even a near hit and possibly a swish into his hamper. What Connor got however was something much more unexpected.
He felt his weight shift, and his eyes locked onto the falling target. His knee raised up level with the top of his pelvic bone and remained perfectly level while waiting for the exact moment to strike. When the socks had fallen just above his hips his knee twitched and his leg pivoted out slightly, allowing it to shoot out. The broad side of his foot collided with the socks, hitting them squarely and flinging them around the apartment.
The unintended kick over-committed though, and the intended strike kept going, smashing into one of Connor's living room lamps, shattering it.
Connor stared, mouth gaping, at the broken lamp on the couch as smoke trailed lamely from the burst bulb. "Wow...That was-" suddenly feeling shot into his foot, which he remembered was still quite bare "-OW!"