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Created on 2011-12-24 07:02:05 (#1240763), last updated 2011-12-25 (701 weeks ago)
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Name: | Connor MacLeod |
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Birthdate: | Jan 1 |
** This journal is linked to
macleod_connor - just needed more freebie icon space, so the old man got his own place. **
I am Connor MacLeod, of the Clan MacLeod. Born in the Highlands of Scotland, in Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel... and I cannot die.
Canon Info:
Connor lives in NY in the loft apartment above his antique shop at 1182 Hudson St. His very dear friend, Rachel Ellenstein, manages the shop with him.
He is a smidge shy of 500 years old (in 2004 he would be 486). His birthdate is listed at 01 January 1518.
He is a clansman and teacher of Duncan MacLeod.
Physical appearance: Connor is a man of average height and slender build. He is frequently seen in blue jeans and a sweater, sneakers and a khaki/tan trenchcoat. He carries a dragon-head katana that belonged to his teacher/mentor - Juan Sanchez villa Lobos Ramirez.
He speaks with an accent that could be from any number of regions. It sounds vaguely Scottish/British with, perhaps a bit of French, and it's been tinged with a bit of American as well. Very indistinct.
Strangefellows Info:
The year is 2024 and Connor is an old man, mortal, ready to just finish life and 'kick off'. He's won The Prize, lost his wife to skin cancer and helped build that ugly-ass orange-y shield thing around the planet to replace the damaged ozone layer. He still thinks building the shield was the right thing to do - it saved the planet. He's been around for the last 500 years, at least, he rather likes the place.
His loft has been remodeled (several times) and refurnished, but it's still massively huge, with god-knows how tall ceilings. The building itself has also been remodeled; the antique shop long-since closed down and the space it occupied turned into storage (MacLeod collects a lot of stuff).
He doesn't work; he doesn't need to, he's got money, which is good, because things like non-emission gasoline cost $55.00/gallon. He still keeps in touch with his friend Alan Neyman. He likes opera - even though the operahouse's roof leaks, and Glenmorangie (like that was going to change).
He's not from the planet Zeist, but he may be fromTatooine the very distant past. He was immortal - before The Prize.
He goes by 'MacLeod' and damn near everyone knows who he is. Anonymity became a thing of the past the moment he helped put up that shield.
This is an RPG journal for
strangefellows. Connor MacLeod is the property of Gregory Widen and Davis/Panzer and the portrayal thereof by Christopher Lambert (who is fantabulous in so many ways). No profit is being made from this journal. 'Tis all in fun.
Mun is eternally grateful to The Connor MacLeod Homepage and This page about Connor MacLeod b/c these lovely fans have scoured the canon and mapped out his life - meaning I don't have to remember everything.</font>
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I am Connor MacLeod, of the Clan MacLeod. Born in the Highlands of Scotland, in Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel... and I cannot die.
Canon Info:
Connor lives in NY in the loft apartment above his antique shop at 1182 Hudson St. His very dear friend, Rachel Ellenstein, manages the shop with him.
He is a smidge shy of 500 years old (in 2004 he would be 486). His birthdate is listed at 01 January 1518.
He is a clansman and teacher of Duncan MacLeod.
Physical appearance: Connor is a man of average height and slender build. He is frequently seen in blue jeans and a sweater, sneakers and a khaki/tan trenchcoat. He carries a dragon-head katana that belonged to his teacher/mentor - Juan Sanchez villa Lobos Ramirez.
He speaks with an accent that could be from any number of regions. It sounds vaguely Scottish/British with, perhaps a bit of French, and it's been tinged with a bit of American as well. Very indistinct.
Strangefellows Info:
The year is 2024 and Connor is an old man, mortal, ready to just finish life and 'kick off'. He's won The Prize, lost his wife to skin cancer and helped build that ugly-ass orange-y shield thing around the planet to replace the damaged ozone layer. He still thinks building the shield was the right thing to do - it saved the planet. He's been around for the last 500 years, at least, he rather likes the place.
His loft has been remodeled (several times) and refurnished, but it's still massively huge, with god-knows how tall ceilings. The building itself has also been remodeled; the antique shop long-since closed down and the space it occupied turned into storage (MacLeod collects a lot of stuff).
He doesn't work; he doesn't need to, he's got money, which is good, because things like non-emission gasoline cost $55.00/gallon. He still keeps in touch with his friend Alan Neyman. He likes opera - even though the operahouse's roof leaks, and Glenmorangie (like that was going to change).
He's not from the planet Zeist, but he may be from
He goes by 'MacLeod' and damn near everyone knows who he is. Anonymity became a thing of the past the moment he helped put up that shield.
This is an RPG journal for
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Mun is eternally grateful to The Connor MacLeod Homepage and This page about Connor MacLeod b/c these lovely fans have scoured the canon and mapped out his life - meaning I don't have to remember everything.</font>



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