Jarring_363
Legacy Name: Jarring_363

Full name: Connor Adam Jar
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 6'1"
Species: Shapeshifter (Raven)

Appearance

Pale, almost corpse colored skin. He has huge, warm, gold eyes and a long knot of scar tissue on either side of his lips. His arms are huge and reminiscent of a featherless bird of prey. When he transforms, his wings are the first things to grow feathers and his face is the last to sift. He can stop mid transformation if he wishes. His upper body is muscular, yet bony and his legs, though muscular as well, aren't as 'impressive' as his upper body. His blue-black hair is always brushed back due to the wind.

Personality

Extremely skittish. He pretends he doesn't know how to talk and will often follow people around in his raven shape just to avoid conversation and loneliness. He thinks his human form is ugly and only transforms into it at night in secluded places.

The Details

Connor was born in a religious household to two reluctant parents, victims of a shotgun marriage once his mother was found pregnant. His father must've known Conner wasn't his biological son because he would beat him viciously about his torso, arms and legs. But his mother would never say and his father would never ask. The mother was severely addicted to ketamine and was useless to protect him much of the time, nor would she care too. He grew up somber, thin and quiet, with huge, golden eyes. When he was six years old, his mother managed to quit her addiction long enough to carry and give birth to his sister, Pandora. Conner loved her more than his own life, but nonetheless, his parents were distrustful of him around their baby. Years passed, and for her fourth birthday, Pandora wanted to see the Grand Canyon, oh and she wanted her big brother to come too.

They conceded to her request and packed up their bags and jumped in their car. They were about an hour away from their destination when they stopped at a deserted rest site. Connor felt ill, and wandered off behind an abandoned, dilapidated mechanics shop. He felt his bones turn molten and twist, his skin prickled painfully, as if needles were rising from his skin, and everything crested to an unbearably painful moment. Suddenly he was a huge, black raven, airborne. He had never been so comfortable in his entire life. Until he heard his father screaming for him. Conner missed a downbeat of his wings and tumbled to earth and he felt his new bones crack before he blacked out.

He woke up in the abandoned mechanics shop, on the greasy cement floor. His father was standing over him, red in the face and outraged.

"You aren't my son." he said, a crowbar smacking his meaty palm menacingly. The boy was on the ground begging, he still had feathers in his skin and a huge silver beak on his face, over his lips.

But his father only grabbed the clacking beak and ripped if off, revealing a raw, pink mouth with blood welling up from under the skin. The boy began to scream but the man hit him across the face with the crowbar, breaking his teeth and jaw, cutting and bruising his face. The boy wailed and it sounded animal and guttural which enraged the man, who hit him over the head, again and again and again.

While his body was being beaten, Conner had an out of body experience. He saw his mother and sister outside the shop, with their backs against the wall, listening to his broken mouth screaming. Pandora's eyes were red from crying and the red mark of a slap covered her left cheek. She held a chocolate chip cookie in her right and and was pretending to eat it. It seemed like their mother tried to slap the crying girl into silence, then out of guilt, tried to placate her with treats. Either way, there was nothing they could do and his wailing and out of body experience and consciousness ceased.

When he woke up, the devil was crouching down next to him. His fiery red hair was slicked back and his pale blue eyes seemed vaguely amused.

"Son, if you called for me earlier, I would've come." he said quietly, but Connor flinched. His parents taught him that the Devil was the one who made you do bad things. Who mad bad things happen to you.

"You hold still, I can break men much worse than this, I can fix a boy who ain't but half dead." and with that, he put his hand to Connor's forehead. All his feathers fell away, bones mended, and his skin healed over, leaving only a scar across his mouth, but he still didn't have hands. Instead, he had the featherless wings of some giant bird.

"It'll make it less painful for you to change back." the Devil said with a wink. Connor was dazed and remained silent.

"What, can't say a thank you to your own pa?" the Devil laughed, ruffled the boy's dark hair and vanished, leaving the boy in his pile of feathers.

Still silent, Connor found his way to his feet and peered at his reflection in a puddle. His eyes were huge and more bird-like than ever. He raised his arms up and with a single thought, he became a raven again and was sailing through the nighttime sky.