Username : Aurrie Beaues
Time Zone : CST
Journal Type : [I-J]
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Character Info
Name : Constance "Connie" Lockwood
Age : Fourteen
Gender : Male
Appearance :
Constance is a spry, fleet footed boy of a mere fourteen, and he doesn't look a day older. The scrappy fellow has always been on the short side, measuring a full 5'0" and has often felt the need to make up for his lack in size with spunk. His hair is a dusty brown and his eyes are hazel, but his complexion, despite hours in the sun, never seems to darken.
He lets his hair grow, but never past his chin, and currently it is trimmed neatly about his ears. His mother wouldn't dare let him off to school looking a mess!
His family was rather well off, so his clothing was usually decent. He was far from spoiled, but he dressed well to show off what wealth was left in the family. He usually dons a crimson hued scarf and a peasant cap, which is gray. His clothing consists of a worn, old, brown tunic that he is quite fond of, a white, long sleeved undershirt, and a new pair of khaki pants that he is partial to. His feet are usually clad in a worn in, but nice pair of leather shoes.
There is a distinct limp in his gait, as he had suffered a terrible break to his leg. It has, more or less, healed up. It still plagues him from time to time, especially in cold weather, but he can get around well enough. Any jibes at how he walks and he is sure to give anyone near a piece of his mind.
Personality :
Constance, or Connie as his mother and nanny have nicknamed him affectionately, is a highly intelligent and active youngster with an imagination that could possibly rival some of the greatest artists of his time. Despite this, he is easily bored and requires a great deal of individual attention and a variety of spice in his life to keep him content. If left to his own devices, it isn't uncommon for him to become destructive to his environment and to himself. He has a habit of getting into anything and everything, and his curiosity knows no bounds.
The boy is known for his fiery temper, when angered, and stupidity generally angers him. This plays just a small part in his life and, although blunt to the point of sounding rude and disrespectful, he means well and has a heart of gold.
He has a certain fondness for music and possesses a rather beautiful voice, and he is hardly shy about letting it be heard. In fact, most speculate the boy talks as much as he does merely to hear himself speak. He is noisy, that is certain, but is generally happy most of his time and loves to socialize. When in good spirits, he comes off as cheerful and almost happy-go-lucky.
That is, unless he views someone as an intruder. If threatened, he is known for hurling insults and wild accusations, but most of his threats and hurtful words are just that, words. He fleeing from an actual, physical fight isn't unheard of.
Despite his boldness and sharp tongue, he has one true fear and does his best to hide it from the other students. At the first sign of a heavy storm, he seems to disappear.
Keywords [5 Max]: Intelligent, Bores Easily, Hard Headed, Social, Creative
History :
Connie's beginnings were what one might consider modest, or at least modest for the class he was born into.
Middle, to be precise.
He was hardly what one could consider bad off. He had three meals a day, plenty of clean clothing, an opportunity for a formal education, and really could never want for anything.
Except for attention.
Both his parents worked, and worked hard. His mother served those of a class higher than themselves, cooking and cleaning to provide them with comfort and delightful homes. It wasn't much, but paid well. She often wasn't at her own home to do the same tasks, but she wanted her son to be well off.
His father worked as an academic professor and was highly esteemed. He taught classes at a nearby college, or at least that was what Constance had come to understand. What he taught, exactly, was a mystery to the boy and his father was hardly around enough to explain it to him. Something about the stars, he thought, and knew plenty of mathematics were involved.
The boy devoured his schooling lessons, though it was always little known, practically useless information that stuck in his mind, and he spent much of his time with a variety of hobbies that included cooking, painting, reading, and a variety of other things. He had no siblings and friends were few and far between, what with just how active he was. But it was companionship and attention that he craved more than anything.
A trip to the local park was a rare, but much loved treat. To romp with other children his age, to boss them about, to make up fantasy games, it was all like nourishment to his active mind and equally active body.
Despite his loneliness, things seem perfect. He wished he could see his proud, hard working parents more often; yet he knew very well that their jobs required their undivided attention and that they were working so hard for his benefit, so he could hardly bring himself to complain.
It was not long after his fourteenth birthday that all of their lives were turned upside down by a mere stroke of bad luck.
The weather had been rather decent that summer, not too hot, yet far from chilly. Rain was common, but it was a particular squall that struck mid summer that changed things.
Constance had been home alone that night; both his parents had worked late and his usual caretaker, a well meaning nanny, was dreadfully ill. It was decided that he was old enough to fend for himself, at least for a little while. The howling winds outside of their decently sized home caused the boy to shudder and grow antsy. It wasn't long into the storm that the howling winds took on an odd tone, a roaring he had never heard before in his life.
In a panic, he hurried to the basement. Though he had no idea what it was heading towards him, which was obvious due to the increase in volume, he knew well enough that he had to find a safe place to hide.
He slipped inside an old barrel that had been the focal point of many childhood games and rode out the tornado that shredded his home apart. All was destroyed, and Constance was fortunate to have survived. The floor above had vanished, but the tornado moved quickly and had been losing steam once it reached the Lockwood home.
Several other houses had been destroyed in the area, and several neighbors had died.
Fortunately, he survived.
He was badly shaken, his leg was broken, but he alive.
