Connor Kenway

*I run a hand through my shoulder-length brown hair, now completely down, from falling out of a half up pony tail. i see you looking at my torn, bloody, dirty clothes, and i raise an eyebrow* What? is something bothering you? it is just some blood. it will wash out. i have done this before. Do not worry. it is fine. *i frown, seeing how my words of reassurance, didn't seem to reasure you at all*