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[connor crayze sykes]

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NAME: Connor Crayze Sykes
NICKNAMES: Con, Demon Boy, Sykes, Kid
AGE: Seventeen
WHEN TO WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY: Novemember sixth
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
SPECIES: lunatic
INFECTION STATUS: negative
OCCUPATION: student
UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE: Andy Biersack

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PERSONALITY WISE, I'M REALLY-: Connor has an air about him that make him automatically one somebody would avoid. His often cold or dead eyes hold usual warning, and he snaps easily. All in all, Connor hates people. Including himself. He's nasty, cruel, will make fun just to hurt someone, just to see them hurt. He's sarcastic, sadistic. And if made fun of for a quirk or flaw, he'll hunt to down to no end. Until he feels the lesson has been learned. He thinks he's alpha in certain situations, and doesn't react well when he's cut down. More than not, unless he actually hangs out with another teen, he's escorted, and watched. Several times he's beat on innocent kids here, been here long enough, and some people say they haven't seen change. But what causes all of this? What landed him in this situation? Fear. He's afraid of contact, any sort of touch. Afraid to expose himself, afraid to reveal the true him. The gentle, playful boy looking for friendship and love. He doesn't know who he is anymore, can't identiry the old Connor beneath the tough exterior. The experiences and pain. The madness. The drugs. He's hiding. Trapped inside of himself. And he's crying out for help.

AND THIS IS MY STORY-: Connor is one of those kids you wouldn't have expected to slide downhill. One of those picure perfect lives. A happy family. Proud parents. An amazing, straight A brother who was in all the sports and clubs, friends with anyone. But something happened along he way. Maybe it was the lack of attention. Maybe it was the diagnoses. But he hit the floor. Hard. And literally. After the first attack, he felt like he was dying, didn't know what was wrong. The docs couldn't name it, still can't, even after three years. But his body's shutting down, and everything he's put into it has made matters worse. They told him three months. That's when he put the gun to his chest locked in the bathroom one night. His brother broke the door down, called for help. Parents were stunned. Why would he do it? His father, utterly disapointed, became aggressive when they were alone. Turned to punishement, abuse.
Connor turned to drugs. Hardcore and what he could get over the counter. He used what he could get ahold of, began dealing, ripping people off for their money. Stealing. Drinking. Smoking. One night his brother confronted him, after his second release from rehab. Told him he couldn't keep doing this, that it hurt, seeing his little brother killing himself. Connor insisted he couldn't stop, but Adam said the addiction was mental, he had to fight it. Took a toke of the monster just to prove his statement, was sick days later. After a week, reports came in. Adam had come down with HIV, a result of the monster itself, a used needle. And it had taken that one sigle dose. Connor was at a loss, blamed himself. He'd already hit bottom at school. Adam's grades momentarily slid, but he acted as if it wasn't a big deal. Until Connor told him about the nights game of Russian Roulette with a friend. Adam fought him. Told him he couldn't. In the end, Connor wouldn't back down. So Adam took the friends place, as well as the bullet in the head. Grieving, realizing his stupidity had caused the death of his older brother, Connor called his mom, told her. And she freaked, was in too big a rush to see he semi go off track that night, hit her car head on. So Connor was left on his father. Who took his anger and sorrow out on him, made Connor believe it was all his fault. He endured the self-mutilation and abuse, beleived, still does, tha it was deserved punishment. His little sister had been placed in foster care when it had all started, so he had nobody. But he couldn't help but feel for his father, how could you hate your dad? Big mistake. Four months ago, he tried to draw the line a final time. Never heard once from his father, and swears, if his sickness doesn't kill him, then his own memories will.

THE BRAINS BEHIND THE OPERATION: Tawny