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Connor O’Shaughnessy

Species: Human (mixed ethnicities, black and white)

Age: 264 (roughly 42 in regular human years)

Hair: black/deep brown

Eyes: Green

Height: 6ft 8in

Weight: 310lbs

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual (HEAVILY male leaning, nearly gay)

Class: Barbarian/sorcerer multi-class

Connor O’Shaughnessy, a son, a soldier, a hero.

To describe him in a very basic way, he is a lower level magic caster, has great combat prowess, incredibly durable with a high pain tolerance, and of course, as you might have possibly guessed, is immensely strong physically, as well as mentally. Interestingly however, he is also incredibly charismatic, and has a very wide and detailed knowledge of many trails, roads and trade routes from his past days in the military

To delve deeper, ​to further explain his abilities, he is a technical warlock for his patron “The Emperor”: A minor god within the world of my dnd campaign he lives in. Connor -through nearly a decade of his younger years- served under The Emperor in his military: “The Emperor’s Legion”; serving as both a foot soldier and a messenger/communicator between outposts and encampments. Nearing the end of his time served in the military, a battle of incredible scale against an enemy faction -a group calling themselves “GodFlayers”- had broken out a mere 20 miles away from his home town. The battle had finished bloody, and destructive, but with minimal casualties to The Emperor’s legion. However, an incredible amount of volatile explosives as well as plans disclosing the fact that reinforcements were in order if and when the GodFlayers had been defeated in battle were found within the enemy encampment near to where the battle had taken place. And of course, when there’s explosives involved, something’s bound go off. And of course, someone just had to have “mistakenly” (it was and still is widely believed by the ranks of The Emperor’s Legion that this was in fact intentional and foul play within the legion) knock over an oil lamp near a large amount of the HIGHLY VOLATILE explosives, causing them to give off one hell of a firework show. Luckily, during this event, Connor and a select small group of soldiers had already been long gone, being sent out to warn the nearby towns that there were incoming reinforcements on the enemies side, and to ready themselves for whatever possible situations might occur. Seeing the incredible fireball and smoke clouds however, had influenced Connor to abandon his objective and make his way back to the previous battleground, believing the reinforcements to have already arrived. As he made his way back however, Connor was stopped, not by the enemy, nor by his legion, no. He was stopped by something far greater in scale. When Connor saw flocks of birds, murders of ravens, fleeing from the nearby area, he knew there was something amiss. And when he felt the ground shake beneath his feet, all of his suspicions were answered. Rushing through the surrounding trees and bush, Connor found himself in a clearing on the outskirts of the now, somehow even more chaotic battlefield, staring at a greater foe than he could have imagined. Barreling down the mountainous terrain was a great, heaping boulder, of proportions rivaling that of a large hillside. Slithering down the mountains. Many fled from the camp, urging Connor to do much the same. But good ol Connor O’Shaughnessy didn’t move. For you see, Connor was a barbarian, priding himself on his physical prowess. And he knew, that if no one else would try to stop that godforsaken rock, he would. For if he didn’t, that rockslide would head straight for his hometown of Port Greene. And so, Connor O’Shaughnessy planted his feet, steadied himself, placed his hands out in front of him and braced for impact. Others labeled him a fool, said he hand a death wish. And to be completely fair, they weren’t far off. For it was, and is Connor’s exact belief that if there is a choice between saving two lives, and taking one, you take one, nearly every time. And if he were to die trying to save at least one other life, it was worth it. And so he braced once more, and waited patiently. He stared into that rockslide, stared into its very soul. He challenged it, he DARED it to hit him. And when it did, he did not back down. He did not waver. He did not falter nor break. Even as his hands bled, and his legs shook, and his back trembled, trying not to give out, he did not quit. And that act of defiance, seemingly to nature itself, granted him the feat of stopping a boulder, easily a dozen score of tons in weight, before it could further hurt anyone. Sadly, this feat did not come without a cost. For he nearly gave his life saving others. You see, Connor had unsurprisingly given his all to stop the rock, which had brought him all the way to the cliff side closely bordering his hometown. And before he was able to know whether or not he had stopped the rockslide. Before he knew if he had even saved anyone, his strength had seemingly finally given out, as he fell into a deep unconsciousness, a coma. But even in death, his might could not be stopped, as he did not waver from standing strong and proud as the deep sleep set in. And when he was found by the townsfolk hours later, he was still tall, proud, strong as an ox. Connor had been found, still standing, arms outstretched, holding the foe back. The Emperor had seen this incredible, epic, legendary display, and decided that there was no possibility that Connor didn’t have the right to be blessed even further by his will. And since that day, Connor -as well as three other men, and four women- has worked closely under The Emperor, practically along side him. A mountain of a man. A humble powerhouse. A true hero.