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Searching for New RETROMORPH Registry File . . .Subject file located, please enter access key now. Enter Access Key__ UNIT Processing...Access granted.currently viewing file of: CONNOR GRAYSON RETROMORPH SECTION I - BASIC INFORMATION
SECTION II - PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
SECTION III - Psychological Evaluation
PERSONALITY: Witty and quick, his mouth tends to get him into all kinds of 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. He s a self-made loner, cutting himself off from most people by plain instinct. 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, even more for him to keep them there. Despite his solo mindset though, he does feel the need to help people, especially women. He is extremely chivalrous, almost to the point of chauvinism. He tends to get in over his head when a girl gets in trouble. To say that Connor is quiet is an understatement though. He generally tires to keep to himself despite his mouth, only piping up when he feels the need to or when he's spoken to. He travels alone more than not, a choice he doesn't think about too often. He keeps himself busy when he isn't working, keeping his bodies in shape, and always, always flying. He is a falcon after all. Flying is what he does best, you can often find him plummeting to the ground or climbing the crags in his shift. He is most comfortable in his "real" body. Even though Connor has known about his ability for a year now, it still feels alien to him. He tires his best to get outside his comfort zone and do things in his human shift, but he awlays feels a little awkward and out of place while doing so. I mean, the thing doesn't even have wings! SECTION IV - SUBJECT BACKGROUND
SUBJECT HISTORY: Connor was raised in the Greatest City on Earth: New York. You'd have to fight him if you say otherwise. He grew up soaring through concrete spires and kicking pigeons off of his perches. He ate the slow ones. When the call of trees became too much, he would ride a thermal over to Central Park to pick at some squirrels or nab a hot dog if he got lucky. As the fastest thing on earth, Connor never really knew any fearsome predators. Cats were a nuisance, but never a threatening one. There was an odd owl sometimes, but they mostly stayed out of each other’s way. Humans on the other hand. It was in Central Park that he was captured. His mother dived on a rat and was eating when a child stumbled over to her. Alanis, surprised but the sudden intrusion, flared her wings and screeched. The child's parents saw the exchange as an attack and leaped to their offspring's aid, the father bringing a racket. The air was cold and unwelcoming that day and Alanis could not gain air in time to get out of the impromptu weapon's reach. She was batted out of the air like a tennis ball, landing in a heap. Connor saw strike, and dived to help his mother. He was so angry, so scared for his mother, so filled with emotion. As he came out of his dive, slowing to avoid injury, He shifted, becoming a young man hurtling downward onto another. You can guess how it devolved from there. Connor fought awkwardly in his new body, giving his mother time to get away, but he had been seen. He had no idea what had happened, and no notion of how to get back into his real body. He was captured by UNIT, and without so much as an explanation, was thrown unceremoniously into The Menagerie. SECTION V - OOC INFORMATION
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