Post by monk on Aug 30, 2011 16:54:38 GMT -5
...Conner Matthew Houzi*
*Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey*
[/size]*Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey*
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...basics*
name Conner Matthew Houzi
nickname
Conman_Bananafly1010
His mom calls him Connie
age 16
gender Male
grade Sophomore
hometown Terre Haute, Indiana
sexuality Straight
personification A Flying Monkey
status Dormant
face claim Aaron Yoo
...appearance*
hair color Black, shaggy, never really done.
eye color black, almond shaped
build skinny boy, lean
height 5' 7½"
clothing style comfy, pajama pants at times, hoodies. Generally olive tones.
distinctive traits constant smell of marijuana. callouses on his thumbs.
...personal*
personality
THE GOOD:
Smart: Conner is really freaking smart. He is one of those kids who can fix any computer, usually no matter the issue, for a small fifty dollar donation. He can look at a bunch of coding, and actually make sense of it. That red ring of death that happens to x boxes? Yeah, he can fix it (its not difficult). No firewall is safe, and parental locks can't even touch him. But it isn't only with technology that he's particularly clever. This is a sixteen year old who can do calculus like it was simple algebra.
Genial: While he's one of those a-holes on LIVE who will narrate all the epic pwnage you are receiving at his hand, Connie himself is a rather laid back dude. If someone rather strikes his interest, he'd be content just to hang out with them. Smoke a bowl or something. He enjoys the company of others (especially female company), but he has a slight case of social retardation syndrome.
Loyal: If someone strikes Conner's fancy, he's a loyal friend/boyfriend/cohort for a long while. And, honestly, it's not difficult to strike his fancy. Generally a simple bit of not pouring milk down his pants when he talks to you will do the trick. Sometimes people don't get quite his humor spectrum.
THE BAD:
Low Achiever: Smart though he may be, you'd honestly never know it. His teachers certainly don't. He has poor to average grades, a fart joke sense of humor, and a sort of stoner-esque quality in his movements. It could be said that he's an idiot savant, a bit. His efforts are less constructively applied: The money he makes fixing computers is generally spent on frivolous things or pot, and his most lofty goal is to a: get to level 80 in his blood elf hunter, b: achieve all his accomplishments on Borderlands.
Physically unimpressive: He's a skinny, average height, stoner, Asian kid. Honestly, he's kind of just asking to get bullied just by existing. Also, when he gets frightened, he lets out a shrill scream. Of course, he has to be extremely frightened for this to occur. Large dogs, for instance. Pure terror. While his brain is like a super computer, he is physically as impressive as a damp sponge.
Socially not so good with word making: When he gets around girls, he tends to get all sweaty, and it feels like he's got peanut butter in his mouth, even when he doesn't! When he gets around guys, he feels like their all plotting ways to beat on him. Adults all think he's a no good waste, and kids just kick him in the shins.
past
Conner's roots aren't all that interesting, to be honest. He's the middle son of the Chinese-American Houzi family. His elder brother, Jonah is the athletic track star, his younger brother is always writing stuff.
His Mom is a nurse, and is a serial over worker. The Houzi brothers make jokes that she's addicted to over time, though they were aware that that was how they were able to survive for the longest time. This was because their Father was a conman. No joke, no lie. Of course, as he was in Prison, he obviously was not a very good conman.
Connie was ten when his Dad went to Prison. He was eleven when his parents divorced. He was twelve when Josie remarried.
To Dick.
Dick was a fellow Chinese-American, fellow divorcee, introduced by his Grandmother. He also had three sons, just like Josie. It seemed like it was the perfect deal. After nine months of dating, they sealed the deal, and untied their families.
They were like the Brady Bunch from hell.
Dick demanded instantaneous respect, and his kids were asshats. Though, it could be argued on their side, that Josie demanded instantaneous respect, and her kids were also asshats. The kids just didn't like the change, they wanted this all to end. But Josie and Richard were determined to make it work.
So Conner dived into his technology and video games. His room became his refuge, and Conner became more and more pulled away from the outside world. Sun? What is this? Grass? Not all that great anyways. You know what's great? Halo. Borderlands. Resident evil. Hell, he'd rather play DDR than go outside. Conner pulled away from socializing, spending as much time as humanly possible on the internet.
When he was fourteen, he got into a pinch of legal trouble for hacking into a Swiss bank account and transferring a bit into his mom's American account so that he could order pizza. The system was gentle, putting him on probation until he's 35 and a generous helping of community service. On request of the juvenile disciplinary board, he was also enrolled in a boarding school, to 'put his cleverness to better use, with adults who could keep a better eye on him'.
present
Conner, despite his slovenly appearance, is actually a creature of routine. He wakes up, dinks on the computer a bit, goes back to sleep, generally missing first hour. When he wakes up, he slinks off to class, where he sleeps some more, until lunch. Lunchtime offers time to fed and a quick wake and bake, where he'll spend the later part of the school day playing on whatever electronic system he is obsessed with at the moment. His iPad is generally the system of choice. Then he goes back to his dorm, and indulges in some serious gamage, unless he's got a computer to fix. Then he'll try for some sleep about four am, then repeat.
The schedule varies from time to time. Despite the fact that he is on parole, Conner smokes pot daily. It is nonreporting parole, so so-long as he behaves himself, he's generally fine. He's not allowed on government websites, though he still does on occasion. Life is fairly alright, if not a bit lonely.
family
PARENTS AND SIBLINGS
Josie Lee Mother
Caleb Houzi Father (Prison)
Richard Lee step Father
Jonah Houzi Elder bro 17
Cameron Houzi Younger bro 12
Harrison Lee step bro 16
Malcolm Lee step bro 14
Andrew Lee step bro 11
likes
bananas
technology
rubix cubes
marijuana
world of warcraft
video games
when other people run the show
sleeping in
making things
heavy metal
those 15 minute shows on Adult Swim
dislikes
most physical activity
early mornings
school
when his mom gets after him about grades and aspirations and shit
report card season
his step dad
the hollister army
chocolate
dogs
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title The Wizard of Oz
backstory Simian lackies of the wicked witch of the west, added bonus of having an impressive wing span. Yo.
...roleplayer*
name Curly
age 18
gender female
rp experience Writer
how you found ouac Word of mouth.
rp sample
New York had a population of 19,378,102 people.
84.2% will graduate from High School.
28.5% do not speak English in their homes.
3.0% Are native Hawaiian's or other Pacific Islanders. Which was quite the contrast of the 0.2% that resided in the United States.
Elisabeth sat in her chair, waiting for the school bell to ring. It was easier to be invisible, if she wasn't looking at the faces around her. The faces, they would be imprinted in her mind forever. It was almost unfair. Her Dad constantly worried about Ellie, worried that school was to stimulating for his daughters oddly wired brain. And, to be honest, it was. She knew this. Every face, every whisper of gossip. Elisabeth knew. But she was stubborn. She wanted to be normal, and she could hide it from the classmates. Watching them go about their day to day lives was at least a pinch of social interaction. Far more than she'd receive if she simply stayed locked in her room forever.
The population of New York rose 2.1% from 2010 to 2011.
6.3% of those people are under the age of five.
13.4% are over sixty five.
Sometimes Elisabeth worried that her brain would overload. That she'd be sitting there, focusing on her statistics, and boom. A blood vessel would pop in her brain, she'd break into seizures, and dead Ellie. One, cute, wide eyed, blond haired, round faced, slim hipped, Elisabeth Kyle. Her peers would know her simply as 'that-weird-quiet-girl-who-had-an-accent-when-she-did-speak'. Her parents would remember her as a strange little marvel. They'd wonder if she should have been studied. After all, people with photographic memories were such a rarity, they hadn't been thoroughly studied. Not even enough to be proven as a real occurrence.
Ellie could tell them how real it was.
AS far back as the age of three, Elisabeth could remember every day with perfect clarity. They never got mixed up or jumbled. The scar on her knee, she got at 7:12 pm on December ninth, 2001. She had been refusing to come out of tree for supper, and her Father had threatened to not let her have dessert. Ellie had slipped out of the tree, and landed on a rock. Thirteen stitches, periwinkle blue band aid, grape sucker. It was like it happened yesterday.
51.4% of the New York population was female.
The bell rang, and Ellie looked around, eyes on the teacher. What would they be learning today? Something Ellie already knew? Though, one had to understand, she could recite the facts. But that didn't mean she understood them. Still, she could give off the airs of knowledge, couldn't she? Her mind went instead to her peers.
Someday, maybe, she would get a friend. Someone who wouldn't mind her strangeness. It would be quite nice, thought the sixteen year old. To have a friend.
Who knew, right?
Maybe someday. Maybe school would seem less stimulating. And she could forget something. And a friend would come along. Or, perhaps, nothing would have to change. They could just like her? Unlikely. Ellie made people uneasy. And, truth be told, people made her uneasy as well.
But hey.
A girl could dream, couldn't she?
