❝ For a phoenix to rise, it must first die ❞ Is that CASEY DEIDRICK? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually CONNOR EVANS { male }. He is a 30 year old HELLHOUND. He is an CHEF can easily be found at UNDERGROUND MARKET or TSAVO. He is known for being EMOTIONAL, STUBBORN, and SARCASTIC but also CREATIVE, CHARMING, and HARDWORKING. You could probably bribe them with AN INK SESSION or piss them off by TALKING SHIT ABOUT HIS COOKING.
Connor grew up in Los Santos, living in run down part of town in Tsavo he learned to take care of himself pretty early on since his parents were far too busy working themselves to the bone just to make ends meet. His mother was a kind caring woman who gave him most of his emotional care, his father was something else. Taught him how to be a man in only the way of using his fists but it wasn’t always like that. His early years he recalled a great big strong man who used to dance with his wife in their tiny kitchen while they cooked dinner. However as the years went by things got harder and harder for the little family and eventually it was impossible to pull his father out of his chair as long as he had a bottle in his hand.
With his dinners being in his own hands Connor picked up the art of cooking rather early on, encouraged by his mother only as his father thought it was nothing but a girly scene. Many fights started in that kitchen as Connors love for cooking grew just the same as his father’s drinking problem. Eventually it came to blows bad enough that the young man left home, promising his mother that he’d make a better life for her, somehow.
Working tiresome hours after school as a dishwasher and busboy, till finally finishing school he got a break when the chef badly cut his hand and required someone to act as his right hand, literally. With the skills he presented that evening it caught the chef’s attention and Connor found a mentor he desperately needed. With his stubborn nature and hard work he had earned his place in the kitchen cooking rather than scraping food off of plates. In this time, his father’s drinking had finally taken its toll, leaving his mother a widow.
After ten grueling years of proving himself in the culinary world Connor had finally gotten someone to believe in him enough to help him open a small restaurant of his own. A loan he swore, that would be paid off and he’d be able to expand. For now he makes due making payments back and taking care of his mother who refused to leave Tsavo to live with him. Which wouldn’t have been a big deal if it weren’t for the late night trips from her place back to his, being attacked in the night by the supernatural that people were starting to talk about.
Connor still doesn’t remember much about the attack, just the smell of blood, his own blood, the snarling and of course the pain. Waking up a day or so later dazed and confused he only knew something was wrong by the bloodied clothes he had on and the missing time. He’s still trying to piece together the night.
Connections:
The benefactor to his restaurant: this is someone who has the funds to front for the place knowing that Connor could keep the place going well enough to earn the money back plus interest.
His mother: A sweet woman who was strong enough to handle her drunk of a husband and is proud of her son and looking to better things in her life now that she has the freedom.
Childhood friend: Grew up in the city together, could be from the ‘right side’ of the tracks so to speak and often snuck around to hang out with Connor near the ocean.
Wolf that bit him: This wolf’s bite is what made Connor a hellhound, either was on purpose or accident and they can be trying to keep him from remembering or they want to try and find out if they bite took or not.
