What should I do with this character?
A year or two ago, I came up with a character named Phineas Connor Jones. His physical appearance was based on Jesse McCartney (pre-Leaving), and he was set in the Doctor Who/Torchwood Mythos, contemporary with Jack's childhood on Boeshane (though on Earth, in Cardiff). He lived in a time when Earth was cohabited with other species, specifically Silurians, who were considered equal Earth inhabitants with humans.
The thing is, I cannot get this kid out of my head. Any time I listen to Jesse McCartney I think of him (which isn't exactly rare for me). Any time I think about Jack's past I think about him. If I think about the 51st century, if I think about alien contact, if I think about how fashions can reflect utility, if I think about graveyards in Cardiff, I think about Connor. I have GOT to do something with him.
I'll probably just end up continuing to worldbuild with him. He is pretty fun.
Physical description after the break:
Phineas Connor Jones appeared average for his age and species. He was a full human, with a phenotype that suggested his family had been predominately European for most of its existence, though there was a bit around the eyes and lips that suggested a somewhat Egyptian dalliance in his ancestral past. His hair was naturally a light brown, with hints of honey blonde that grew more pronounced during the summer months. His eyes were hazel, the type that were brown with green rimming the pupils and gold flecks throughout, pretty without being distinctive. He had a pert nose that was dusted with light freckles, and a tight, full-lipped red mouth. His skin was smooth for the most part, though even modern science wasn’t adept at preventing all blemishes that a teenaged body was wont to cause. When he was fourteen, the year previous, he had opted to have his eyebrows died with a new technology that used nanos with low-level empathic abilities to color his eyebrows according to his emotions. He was on the small side, 5’5” and 130 lbs, though his height and his weight suited the rest of his body.
Connor, as he was known to most everybody, preferred to wear his hair around three to four inches long, out of his eyes but coving the tops of his ears. It was a low-maintenance haircut that only needed to be adjusted every six or so months. His clothing of choice was reminiscent of the styles used on most colonies, rough and practical, though it was of course tailored more to city life than the frontier. His jumpers generally tended to be white and loose, cut to his knees and wrists, with large collars, though on the whole they were much tighter to his body than true frontier gear, and of a much softer material. The vests that covered these garments, thin and full of pockets on the actual specimen, were thicker and warmer, deviating from the typical brown, though they stayed in the neutral tones. Vests were worn open and long, cutting off at the hips instead of the waist, and the extra layers provided protection from the cold, rainy weather that perpetuated Cardiff much of the year. The trousers on Connor’s version of the style were tighter, the same color as the vest he wore that day, and were of a softer material. Boots were inefficient in the city, so his shoes were based on modern interpretations of the pre-contact style known as “trainers”, canvas shoes that were very popular in the 5240s.
Connor typically wore, along with his certainly stylish but mildly eccentric clothing, a few common accessories. The most visible of these were his neck and wrist bands. They were 3.5 inches across, purely decorative, and covered with the same dye that made his eyebrows change color. He also wore discreet earrings that were both speakers and idents, carrying his personal data when he chose to wear them, a convenience compared to the old method. He always carried two computers, of similar designs but different functions. The first was public, a thin clear screen with a Net UpLink that allowed him access to any information he needed, as well as giving him contact to anyone who wanted to talk to him, though the choice to ignore them was present. The second, slightly bulkier, was a personal device with no innate link to the Net, on which he stored his personal thoughts, feelings, and musings, as well as books and music that would have been impractical on the public UpLink. These he kept in his vest pockets at all times.
