Name: Connor<br/>Species: Archaeopteryx/human hybrid<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Height: 6' 3"<br/>Appearance: Dark-blue feathers and emerald-green eyes. Wears a yellow shirt, purple jacket and torn jeans. For some reason, he has a Northern Irish accent. A sadomasochisist with a habit of taking possessions from his kill.<br/>Weapon of choice: Wields a .357 Magnum with a gold finish. Also uses a short sword for close combat.<br/>Preference: Anything will go, but always kills them first.<br/><br/>==============================================================================================<br/><br/>A sudden cry came from one of the assembled crowd. Connor smirked. The perfect shot was lined up in front of him as he loaded his treasured Magnum. He took aim and was about to shoot when a sudden noise caused him to jerk his head and arm sideways. The bullet followed its course into the bushes. The group whipped around as Connor sprinted away in a panic, cursing himself as he went.