Connor Yilmaz

[spartan999]

Name: Connor Yilmaz
Nicknames/Alias: Kartal Theron, Wolf, Marcus Herald
Age: 34
Date of Birth: January 17, 2486
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Affiliation: Neutral
Occupation: Mercenary

Play-By: Benedict Cumberbatch
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 181 lbs.
Appearance: Connor has a stocky frame that has a good amount of muscle for his size, and a light skin tone. His hair is dark, almost raven black, while his eyes are a bright grey-green. Few scars mar his physique, but a jagged one is noticeable on the front and back of his right shoulder, while a smaller one goes a couple inches down the side of his jawbone near his chin, and a barely visible two centimeter-long crescent mark is on his left hand, right below his index finger's knuckle. He also has a pleasant bass voice that can turn ominous in a split-second if he so chooses.

Dress Style: Connor wears dark clothing, usually black, grey, or brown. Its usually comfortable and loose-fitting. He often wears a dark coat and trilby when in public, along with various concealed and overt holsters for his weapons.


Likes:
~Trustworthy allies.
~His personal collection of weapons.
~Playing the keyboard harpsichord he owns, and hearing enjoyable music.
~Getting into a fun fight or job.
~Learning new things.

Dislikes:
~Reavers. Obviously.
~Those who renege on their agreements.
~The Alliance in general.
~Alcohol and drunks.
~Narcissists and arrogant people.
~Extreme heat.

Quirks/Habits: Is a bit OCD, and so has a habit of doing some things over again compulsively, the most prominent being the cleaning or checking of weapons. Then again, this has saved his life in the past after he went over some details in his head a few times. Also has a fondness for knives and playing the compartmentalized keyboard he owns.
Fears: Being killed by Reavers; being stranded alone for long periods of time.
Secrets: His "danger sense"; his real name.

Strengths:
~Smart and canny in most situations.
~Very cautious, though it borders on paranoia.
~Trusts his allies and friends almost implicitly, except for those who give him cause not to.
~Good survivalist, and knows basic first aid.

Weaknesses:
~Antisocial and introverted, usually preferring to listen than talk. Of course, he can become a chatterbox when someone seems interested in a subject he likes.
~Can be blunt and snarky when he does talk, which is sometimes annoying to others.
~Often improvises in some situations, including combat, usually trusting in his instincts. This has gotten into some sticky situations before.

Talents/Special Abilities:
~Connor is slightly psychic; instead of overt mind-reading (a la River), it manifests as a sort of sixth sense that warns him of someone nearby who desires to harm him. However, it is not definitive in who intends to attack him, unless he concentrates for a few seconds and filters out background emotions. It has been noted that coming into close contact with Reavers pushes this sense to the limit, essentially filling him with fright, though he is usually able to overcome this; however, it can still shock him into inaction for a short time.
~Very skilled in stealth-based abilities, including limited hacking abilities (mainly focused towards electronic locks and the like), physical lockpicking, and moving silently.
~Decent all-around combatant, but he excels in close-quarters fights, especially when it involves melee weaponry.

Aspirations: Just managing to survive; beyond that, finding enjoyable jobs and a trustworthy crew.

Overall Personality: Connor is seemingly a simple individual upon first inspection. He does jobs for the money to keep surviving in the hostile 'verse, and occasionally for the thrill of it. He's quiet and keeps to himself and his assigned tasks. However, he really is intelligent, thoughtful, and loyal. For instance, he enjoys learning new things that interest him--especially on the subject of weapons and music--will go out of his way to help an ally, and will remain on whoever's side he chose, unless they all die. Maybe.

Father: Haytham Yilmaz; Deceased
Mother: Isabel Yilmaz; Deceased
Siblings: Isin Yilmaz; Older Brother, Status Unknown
Other Significant People: None.
Pets: None.

History:
Connor was born and raised to a middle-class family on a fairly remote border planet called Harvest. There, on the oft-frigid plains, the Yilmaz's lived a somewhat comfortable life, though this ended after a freak meteorite crashed into their settlement when Connor was thirteen. His mother died instantly while his father slowly succumbed to his injuries over the next month. After this, Isin, his older brother, took to teaching him how to survive without the comforts he had come to expect in his life. It was around this time that Connor first started to develop his limited psychic abilities.

Shortly after Connor turned seventeen, Isin noticed that their money was getting low, and would eventually run out entirely if they continued on like they had. So, he purchased a small ship and hired a few people to crew it, then set about on various shipping and smuggling jobs so they had a decent source of income.

After a few years of this, somehow Connor and Isin's names got connected to a terrorist bombing on one of the Core worlds. As the destruction wreaked was immense, costing nigh unthinkably high amounts of money to rebuild and taking hundreds, perhaps thousands, of lives. In the wake of this, Connor and Isin changed their names and ensured that the crew didn't turn them in; primarily through loyalty or eliminating those who could be swayed into talking to the Feds. No one really knew their faces, which was one of their advantages to remaining hidden.

Some time later, while they were waiting for a package to arrive on a Rim world, the Reavers arrived, which marked the first time Connor had come into contact with them. He was caught completely off-guard by the degenerate humans, especially their primal emotions that he subtly picked up on. He was rendered almost catatonic from the experience, and the crew aboard decided to high-tail it and fly away instead of waiting for Isin or those with him. However, the pilot did pick a few ships fleeing from that area, so Isin may have survived. Unfortunately, Connor still hasn't found out whether or not his brother still lives.

The years blurred for a time as Connor went about his jobs, during which the ship Isin had purchased was destroyed and the last of the original crew went down with it. With this, Connor became a fully-fledged mercenary, usually not staying on one particular ship for too long before moving on. He has continued this cycle up until now.



What we should call you: Spartan999
Roleplaying Experience: A bit more than 2.5 years of play-by-post RP's, and many years playing pen-and-paper RPG's.
Where you found us: Google.
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Other characters: None.
How we should contact you: PM me here or e-mail me.


Roleplay Sample:

Connor Yilmaz grunted as one of the many drunk men participating in the bar fight wrapped his thick arms around Connor's smaller frame. He was in the rundown Rim tavern looking for work, but then this had happened. It almost seemed to be a trend on the Rim. Another man rushed him from the front, but he was launched out of the holographic window when Connor double-kicked him. The force made the bearish man take a step back.

The mercenary swung his feet back and leaned his head forward, which put the other man completely off-balance. He somersaulted to a crouch while the drunk stopped his fall with his hands, only to get viciously kicked in the face by Connor. He saw the man's nose shatter and his eyelids flutter, after which his head thudded limply to the floor.

A particularly nasty punching match between two equally big, muscled men--who would have given the guy Connor had just knocked out second thoughts--approached his position. He glanced around for something to use besides his fists, knives, or revolvers, and noticed a short metal bar lying next to a downed man's hand.

"Convenient." Connor muttered, quickly snatching up the improvised weapon and setting to work defending himself. First, he ducked under the first of the large man's wide swing and slam the pole into the back of his knee, making him collapse onto the same knee, then whacked him in the back, stunning him.

The second off-duty workers intercepted his next strike with the pole and ripped it out of his hands. Moving rapidly, Connor kicked the man's left leg out wide, then took the opportunity to do a stiff-fingered jab into his groin. When the man doubled up, Connor stepped back and hopped into the air, bringing down his elbow on the man's spine a couple inches below the back of his neck.

Barely had Connor done this when the first brawler, who he had stunned with the pole, blindsided him with a powerful blow with his forearm to the merc's chest, effectively clotheslining him. Connor flipped back over and fell to his stomach from the strength of the attack. He pushed off from the downed brawler's body and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the first large man when he attempted to viciously stomp on his head.

Connor popped up to his feet to face the brawler. It was going to be a long bar fight...

***

Only three men were left standing at the end of the prolonged melee, and all three were too weary to contemplate beating the crap out of the others. That being said, two of them were now unconscious after drinking too much, while the third, Connor, held up a glass of cold water to his throbbing forehead. He had a piece of cloth shoved up one nostril to stem the bleeding, and his knee felt like it had been hit repeatedly by the metal bar. Then again, it had been.

The doors swung open, revealing a man wearing an expensive looking-coat, and who Connor instantly recognized as the person who wanted to hire him.

"So, you still looking to do business?" Connor asked blandly when he noticed his employer taking in the admittedly surprising scene of violence.