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Name: Connor "Con" Allington.
Age: Tiny
Height: Tiny
Weight: Tiny
Occupation: Mural Artist.
Residence: Connor lives wherever his guardian, Trance goes. Usually, this is Raife's house. He has his own room in the attic for when he's around. When he's there, it's occupied by a sprawling plethora of toys.
Personality: Connor is a live wire. He's always wanting to do something, whether it be running around the house smearing paint on the walls or climbing on the furniture (ultimately smearing paint on that too). He doesn't mean to make mischief, rather, he's a good boy at heart, but he just has too much energy to know what to do with.
He's stubbornly valiant. Willing to martyr himself for a friend or sometimes even a stranger that he "has a good feeling about," he thinks about others first, and himself last. He has a soft spot for women, and is definitely the door opening, chair holding type. He's loyal to a fault to his friends and wouldn't ever dream of backstabbing anyone. It just isn't in his nature.
Not the sharpest tack in the box, Con nonetheless tries his hardest to do things right and smart. He's a firm believer in the idea that hard work can get you anywhere, and strives every day to prove it. He has absolutely no aptitude for working with electronics, and is more likely to get frustrated than not. Technology, as a whole, confuses him. He likes manual labor and work that he can sweat over. He hates being inside.
Coming from the gee-golly-swell era of things, sometimes his 1950's values and ideals tend to conflict with how life really is today, and he struggles to compromise.
Powers: Paint - Con is a walking palette. He seems to have every color of the rainbow somewhere on his body in the form of liquid, never-drying paint. It gets on everything, whether he wants it to or not, but usually, it works with him. He's a decent artist -nothing to write home about- but something about his art seems to shine.
Roulette - Con has sort of a roulette wheel of Superpowers. He can't control which one he gets at any time. When he calls upon a power, he's just as likely, say, to get X-ray vision as superstrength, even if he really wanted heat vision. In the end, he usually finds a way to make it work. Or pretends like it did.
Name: David "Trance" Allington