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[Connor McManus]

-- About You --
Name/ Alias: Eddie
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Other Characters: X


-- Character Info --

-- General --
Full Name: Connor Maddox McManus
Nicknames: Con, Mad or Fucker.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Saints, obviously


-- Appearance --

Play-By: Sean Patrick Flanery
Image:(Posted Image)
Height & Weight 6" and 184 lbs
Distinguishing Features: Tattoo on right hand that states "Veritas"
Detailed Appearance: Tall, dark and handsome? Fuck no.

Connor has never been labeled some “hunky piece of man meat.” Not to his face at least. Though there have been those who have said that. Who actually said that? One of his friends, a girl, nonetheless, who had a playful expression upon her face. He didn’t like to be compared to some sort of meat product but he took it with a grain of salt and moved on. Didn’t that still count for something? Couldn’t he still be considered hunky with that tanned skin of his? Looking in a mirror, he was pleased, after all with what he saw. Though, he wouldn't go around looking for appraisials. If anything, he was shunning the people who did with a quick fuck you and a flick of his cigarette. Wasn’t it good to be comfortable in your own skin? Connor thought so. Really, the twenty-seven year old male was quite comfortable in the skin he’d been given through his mother and father’s fine craftsmanship called “genes.” Nice teeth, nice eyes, nice nose, nice ears. Connor was glad that he had everything he needed and he could avoid being labeled a freak.

Now, some would say that through all the outside activity, Connor has enhanced the already tanned skin tone he’d been born with, but really, was that the case? How did could they be sure? For all they knew, Connor was sitting outside with a bottle of tanning oil and laying out in the sun just to spite their thoughts. Fuck no. He couldn't care less about his skin tone but, people’s assumptions were right. It was the outdoors, and sometimes, one could even see a very faint outline from the sunglasses. Tan lines, right? They were to die for. Farmer tans, women just couldn’t get enough of them. Yeah, if Connor could, he wouldn’t wear sunglasses, but he had read that it would protect his eyes and when was he ever to defy what a book had told him? Never. That‘s right ladies and gentlemen. Plus, he needed any help he could get to protect those grey slash blue eyes. The debate on those were enough for Connor to put his head through a wall. I‘m not joking either. He even has a scar on his forehead where he actually put his head through a wall. His father wasn‘t too pleased but when he heard the reason why, he just laughed. The pain of hearing that dreaded debate made him want to bite down on his lips- his nice, pleasantly plump enough lips that women all over the globe seemed to swoon over. Overreacting? Slightly but that was only in Connor's imagination. His entire face was nice, so he’d been told. The scruff he kept across his cheeks and chin seemed to be a winner, too, but who didn’t like a little bit of that hard edge? Most women went mad for it. Or, that was the word on the street. Clearly, he wasn’t just going to go up to someone and ask. What do you take him for? His brother? You’d be sadly mistaken my readers.

Ever since he was little, Connor was always the type of guy to be outside. His father always told him, “Go out, get some light, it’ll be good for ya.” Rugby was apparently the sport to play. Striped shirts and one hell of an became his “trademark.” Ever since, Connor has kept his body in “tip-top” physical shape or at least the “tippest-toppest” it’d go. In his free time, what little he has, Connor works out whether it just be running a few miles or just running away from a bar fight. Everyone knows the more consecutive exercising you do, you more energy, right? Not to mention toned muscles all over the body, and what chick doesn’t dig that? To say Connor has the appearance of a world champion body builder – biceps of boulders, a soon-to-be eight pack, and can beat anyone at arm wrestling – well, that’s a long shot. The longest shot you could ever think of overcoming. Grant it, his biceps have definition, his stomach is chiseled and there aren’t any loose pieces of flab hanging about, but there is always room for improvement, but he’s not going to save the world with one punch to someone’s face – no matter what his job is. The guy’s only 6’1” after all, how much damage could he really do? Yes, yes, the height his average and his physique does have it’s advantages, but there will always be bigger and stronger guys out there. He’s got bite and bark. That’s plenty to be someone. Though he's been caring less and less about his figure. He's been spending too much time at the bar nowadays.

His dirty blonde hair is cut short, throwing away those awkward years through childhood where his father didn’t know what to do with his hair so he placed a bowl on his head and cut. Really, what was he thinking? Did it really feel that cool to make your child look like a reject from the The Brady Bunch? Looking back on it, he’ll go with the answer that points to “no.” It looks better short, anyways, with no help from any products. He just lets his hair do whatever it pleases. His grey slash blue eyes are strong and, despite wanted to admit it, he has been asked if he’s had his eyelashes curled. For the record, no, his eyelashes are naturally in the shape they are. They’re strong, and they show the determination Connor has in him. Thoughtful? They’ve been called that, but they’re telling, even if Connor claims that he has the best poker face in the world, his eyes tell everything he feels. That’s what they’re for though, aren’t they? To be the window to one’s soul? Or was that just some cheesy line in a novel? It didn’t matter, he received them from his mother. Just like his hair color, at least, that’s what she told him when he was little. Then, it was blonde – pretty-bright blonde. Some asked if he ever just dyed his hair to the blonde it is now. Why in fuck's name would he do a thing like that? He didn’t know, but the color just changed. Slowly, it just slowly darkened, even if he had been out in the brightly burning sun for so many hours of so many days. Connor isn't one for looking good. Don't let anything fool you. He may have the genes to look good but at the end of the day, looks aren't important to him.

Now I bet you’re wondering what this "attractive" man wears. No, he doesn’t walk around in designer clothes. Fuck no! He’s a simple man with simple tastes in clothing. He’s out in jeans and t-shirt with his black combat boots and don't forget his sunglasses or assorted rings or necklaces he wears. I know you’re disappointed but he really does pull it off quite well. Women drool after his perfectly shaped bottom but don’t tell him that. You'll get a punch to the face.


-- Personality --
Likes:- The moon
- The piano
- Music in general
- His brother
- The rain
- Intelligent women
- Doing his "job"
- Cigars
- Rasberries
- Beer
- Rugby
- Cities
- Getting up late
- His religion
- Guns
- His father
- Beaches
- Muffins
- Candy
- God
- Intelligence
- Puzzles
- A very easygoing life
- Knowledge
Dislikes:-Sinners
- Bitchy girls
- Arrogant pricks
- Not having anything to eat
- Pain
- Dumb blondes
- Hot sauce
- Coffee
- Onions or mushrooms
- Humidity
- Sunrises
- People disliking him for no apparent reason
- Society in general
- Bees
- Beets
Strengths: -His honesty
- Quick wit
- Keeping his cool
- His intelligence
Weaknesses:- His temper at times
- Women
- Quick to judge
- Stubborn
Goals: -To cleanse the world
- To open his own pub back home
- To have a family one day
Fears: - Cannibals
- Clowns
- Large snakes
- Transvestites
- Losing his father or brother
- Dying before he could have a family
Personal Belongings: His brother?
- His gun
- Cross
- Cigarettes or a cigar
- His first Rolling Stones CD
Habits: - Cracking his knuckles
- Picking at his cuticles
- Laughing at his own jokes
- Judging to quick or harsh
Detailed Personality:Stubborn. Humble. Respectful. Determined. Intelligent. Dedicated. Loyal.

When he was young, he was quick to form his opinions. Connor always had the strength to stand on his own two feet without letting anyone else tell him he was wrong. There was no one who could tell him that his opinion was wrong, that he was acting out of line because Connor would back it up with justification and representation. That’s what years and years of sticking it to the man will teach. What else would you say it was due to? I dare you to come up with something better. Once Connor's thought of something, once the male had an idea, he was going to keep it, and if it was a plan of action, he was going to carry it out. He knew that he was capable. Yes, Connor believed in himself and his brother full heartedly and without a wavering qualm. He paid attention in school and learned. Would you expect something different? Didn’t think so. He got the background of what he needed to know from the years he sat in the back of History. He listened to how idiotic people were at times that called people to action. The examples America had, they were ridiculous. The American police force ruined Kennedy murder scene. How were people not supposed to think conspiracies were just going to pop up all over? How were people supposed to think that just one guy planned it all how? How were people not supposed to think that the government was involved? And, what about Vietnam and how the American’s refused to take a different approach to warfare? Oh, Connor was observant. Painfully observant. He is confident, and he formed opinions. Sometimes, one could only assume that wasn’t the best of anything. Granted, he tried his best to stay unbiased, but sometimes when he thought he was right, other people were going to be convinced of the same. Pushy? That’s what his brother called them in the one person debate he got in when helping her write a paper on the logic of Hitler. He ended up throwing a notebook at his brother’s face. He told everyone some guy, twenty pounds heavier, got it worse. Poor Murphy. He never understood why he was so mean to him as a child. He even put maggots in his food once. He really did get a kick out of that. Hey! He’s the older brother. Isn’t that in his job description? No? Okay then..

Even at twenty-seven, he doesn’t quite grasp the saying: Too much information.

Point being, with Connor’s mouth – his opinions – nothing wasn’t going to be kept a secret, kept hidden. Do you want to talk about the kid who hides nothing? Connor is the boy that will tell the world he’s gotta take a piss to excuse himself from conversation. Everybody’s pees, don’t they? Is it really so wrong to let somebody else know about your bodily functions?

He knows himself, no matter what anyone tells him, Connor knows his limits. No matter how hard he pushes, Connor knows then the time comes and he needs help, he’ll as for it. Like, with women. Gods, weren’t they a complicated species? He never could settle down with one, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t the type for loyalty. He was serving the cause, in a way, if that didn’t scream loyal, what else did? The cause being the Saints. Connor just had always been one to “pick the wrong girls.” They wanted a commitment at a time he knew he wasn’t ready for it, and by the time he got there, well, most of the girls were settling down into marriage. He knew that there would never be enough time for anyone to draw out the long statements about love. Love had to be shown openly as many times as it could. He realized that he couldn’t just think that the woman he was with knew how he felt, he had to tell her and remind her. Connor is the type of guy who learned the hard way from what happened, from losing someone that close, that life is too precious to just sit back and let it play on without any involvement.

Despite all this, the blonde has a very high inferiority complex, surprisingly. He always seems to think that he's never good enough for anything or anyone. He feels like he's at the bottom of the food chain, and it's like he just isn't up to par or standard with anything. When he was young and just learing how to operate socially, he could never take compliments well. He always thought that they wanted something from him. The fact that someone is just being nice and complimenting him is just beyond his grasp of comprehension. Hey, there had to be a flaw somewhere here in this boy, right? He never takes the compliments to heart, rather, but he will just nod along and thank them to humor them. He doesn't want to reject their comments. If they took the time to say a nice thing, Connor would certainly be at least somewhat grateful for their kindness. He always feels that people deserve to be treated the way they treat him, though even if somebody is nasty an very rude to Connor, he will still be very nice back to them. Logic you ask? Well, he just loves seeing their face when they are mean to him and he just tells them to have a nice day. Sometimes Connor finds it hard to be so nice. He bottles up all his anger and resentment towards things and when he explodes, you better run for the hills. His words are his weapon and he knows how to make someone feel like their the size of an ant. This side doesn’t come out as much but it’s still something to look out for.

Lastly, Connor is an extremely loyal person. People really are lucky to have him as a friend. He would always stand by a friend's side no matter what they had done, unless they had betrayed him, that's a totally different story. That’s when you would see that temper of his come out or the cork come off the bottle of emotions he holds inside. Anyways, he's so loyal that he would do absolutely anything for his friends. It didn't matter what anybody said about his friends, he would stay by them no matter what. He is so self-sacrificing for his friends that he would give anything for them to make them stay with him as well. He’s the kind of person where you could ask him to do something for you and he doesn’t expect anything back in return. Naïve and idiotic? Sure, but it’s his friends and like I’ve stated before. He’s just that trusting.


-- History --
Date of Birth: October 14
Hometown: Dublin
Parents: Eric McManus and Jane McManus
Siblings: Murphy McManus
Children: X
Other Relatives of Importance: X
Happiest Memory: The first time that he and his brother went out drinking together. Followed by finding his father.
Worst Memory: Losing their father and realizing that he's all on his own with his brother.
Life-Changing Experience: Of course, Connor has been going to church but there was this time where he slipped up from his faith but he found his way back to the church. The fact that the chruch took him back with open arms was life-changing for him.
Detailed History: It's funny to say that both Connor and Murphy came out of the same woman at the same time. Well, not at the same time. That would be incredibly painful for their mother. It isn't a widely known fact that their mother heard Connor's scream before Murphy's. Connor was given to a nurse to clean up the nasty gunk and then a couple minutes later, Murphy joined the world. They walked him over to where Connor had just been cleaned but had been passed off to his mother. They cleaned Murphy off and then took him over to their mother and that was the first time that the brothers had been next to each other after being out of the womb.

Enough about that. I'm sure you're wanting to hear about the juicy stuff. Well, that comes later. Lucky you, eh? Well, their childhood was spend in their home in Dublin. They grew up in a fairly loving house. Their parents drank a lot which caused many, many heated arguments that usually ended up with his father leaving until dinner was cooked. He then returned and everything was fine. It was an odd occurance for those not used to the McManus ways. To the brothers, it would be weird to not have it.

The brothers were as close as can be. They did everything together. When I say everything, I mean everything. Eat, sleep, bathe and just about everything else in between. Then, when it came time for the McManus brothers to go to school, the teachers were worried because they would only converse with themselves in different languages so that the others wouldn't understand. This was a bond that couldn't be broken. The teachers couldn't break it and it was certainly strengthened when they discovered things together. Like God, for instance.

Their parents drilled them to go to church but going to church came as a very natural thing for them. They always wore their crosses and they were good little church boys. Well, until they got older and their style changed but their faith was something that didn't budge.

Once they graduated high school, they knew that they didn't want to go to college. Well, only speaking for Connor. He felt as if he knew all that he needed to know. God would guide him on his quest in life. He wasn't worried either. He had his brother by his side and they could take on the world if need be. They lived in Dublin for years afterwards. Then the boys got tired of going to pubs every night. Well, not really but they did want a change of scenery. What better place to go than New York? That's what they thought anyways.

Once they arrived, they found that they didn't like it so much. So, they hitch hiked and weeks later, they found themselves in Boston and that was a town that seemed to fit them just fine. What was the real reason behind the move? Well, their father had abandoned them long ago. Before they had graduated. Personally, Connor was tired of waiting around for him and that's why he suggested the move.

Of course, they didn't find ther father in Boston. Of all places in the world, why would he be in Boston? That was Connor's logic afterall. They set up a home there and he went about doing his odd and end jobs. After years and years of being in Boston, they were tired of crime winning the overall fight in society. They had always talked about doing something about it but they never acted on it. They just continued to go to church and try to be decent citizens. Well, one night enough proved to be enough.

They went out to celibrate their favorite holiday. St. Patricks day, of course. They were with their friends at a pub and long story short. there was a bar fight and the brothers have to clear their names from the whole ordeal. When they go in to clear their names, the media gets a hold of the vigilante heroes and so they stay in jail cells to avoid it. That's when they received their vision from God telling them to rid the world of evil persons. They agree to carry out the visions in the end.

The McManus brothers go on their missions that increase in violence. Paul Smecker is hot on the brothers tail by this point. In the end, Smecker decides to help the brothers and their cause. When the brothers went to finish off the Yakavetta family, guess who decides to join them. Yes, their long lost father. With the McManus men finally reuinited, what will become of them? Only time will tell.

((Since there was no bio for Murphy, I had to wing this. Add/ edit or throw away at your will.))


-- Little Extras --
RP Sample: exampleUnlike Seamus, Rhys wasn't the type to analyze every bit of detail about a person. Unless he needed to of course but he was rarely in that type of situation. If he was, then we'd be having a different conversation entirely. He's more of the type to be over analytical to the point where he would start to second guess himself. That would be a major problem but he does have a photographic memory which suits him well. He takes photos and he has a photographic memory. See the connection? I'm sure you do.

Rhys saw Seamus' eyes run over his tribal tattoo on his arm. He did enjoy that tattoo the most. It was beautiful in the sense that it's simple. It doesn't have much color because it's all about the design. He made it a point that if he was to have one covering a good portion of his arm, that it would have to be tasteful and somewhat unique. He didn't want to be walking down the street and see a handful of other guys with the exact same tattoo. That would just make him want to chop his arm off. What good would that do him in the end? None at all.

What Seamus had just said about his life was basically true to his. Minus the dog. He's always wanted to get one but never found the type that really suited him. He wanted his dog to reflect him to the bone. He was thinking that he should start asking around and see what the public opinion would be. Well.. Public meaning His mother, father, Ludo, Danny and perhaps even Seamus.

"I know how ya feel mate." he smiled softly and continued," I'm in the same boat myself." He didn't miss what Seamus had said about the new Decree. He didn't like it too much himself but he was standing on the pureblood side of the fence so it didn't affect him all too much. He had to count himself one of the lucky ones. He decided to let it go simply because Seamus had moved on so quickly so he knew it must have been some sort of slip up.

"I got the tribal one a couple of years back. It goes from my wrist and up around my shoulder. I was thinking about having it swoop around to my back but I don't want it to be distasteful, ya know?" he questioned before he continued," I have another here..." he lifted up his other sleeve and revealed the four leaf clover with a snitch in it. " My mum likes em so I got it for her and the snitch for my uncle." he concluded.

"I want more though.. Do you have any?" he questioned in curiosity.
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