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.:Name:. Connor Morrison
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Rank:. Noble
.:Age:. 30, born in 1783


.:Physical Appearance:. Connor is incredibly fastidious about his appearance and attire. He scarcely ever has a single curl out of place, his clothing is always of the latest fashion and finest fabrics, and he carries himself with confidence. He is of average height and a fine build, with dark green eyes, brown hair, and high cheekbones. In demeanour, he is generally outgoing, although his general air of confidence does often tip over into the realm of arrogance.
.:Height:. 5’6”
.:Portrayed by:. Leo Suter


.:Personality:. Raffish, bold, and self-assured, Connor Morrison is always intent to make himself the talk of the community, and he is often successful in doing so. He places quite the weight — too much, some might say — on his public appearance, from the reputation he cultivates to the minutest placement of folds in his cravat. Within his social circles, he is outgoing and confident; he is happy to be the first to strike up a conversation, both with those he knows well and those he has not yet met.

Within his professional circles, he is just as confident. Edinburgh is a cut-throat city — pun very much intended — when it comes to the medical community, and Connor is more than willing to be as calculated outside of the operating room as he is within it. He is practiced in the art of getting his way, whether that means sweet-talking the right benefactor or undermining rivals behind their backs, all of which he gladly does with little shame.

In spite of the outward confidence, however, there is a private part of him that is unhealthily obsessed with his image and public perception. In his own skills and worth, he has genuine confidence, but he is forever concerned with the possibility of losing any public favour he has gained. It’s anyone’s guess how much his preoccupations with his appearance and his reputation are for his own benefit and how much are for the benefit of a hollow persona. He is profoundly reluctant to ever confront any real feelings of his own, especially if they don’t fit with the way he wishes to be perceived.

That is a side of him that very, very few people will ever see, however. To most, he is simply the boisterous, charming, confident fellow — a little self-obsessed, perhaps, and certainly a bit of a dandy, but a fine man and an excellent anatomist.
.:Skills:. Charisma, medical knowledge, social connections, wit.
.:Weaknesses:. Condescension, obsession with appearances and perception, repression.


.:Birthplace:. Aberdeen, Scotland
.:Family:. Lord Robert Morrison (father), Lady Margaret Morrison (mother)
.:Occupation:. Assistant teacher of anatomy
.:History:. Born as the son of a minor lord, with decent wealth to go along with the title, it would have been easy enough for Connor to live a life of idleness. Early on, however, he found that such a life was not quite to his tastes, and he determined to make his way to Edinburgh, the Athens of the North, to study medicine. There, he spent his student days the way most medical students are wont to — in gambling dens and drinking hovels more than operating theatres and dissecting rooms. Nevertheless, he managed to do well enough in his studies to earn his qualifications. With the anatomical teaching of the university itself overseen by a thoroughly incompetent professor, private schools of anatomy were thriving in the Scottish capital, and Connor was fortunate enough to find himself a well-paying position as an assistant to one private teacher.

This is a position that he has held for several years now. He has made a reputation for himself in Edinburgh’s medical community, where he is highly regarded and well respected. He is quite comfortable remaining in Scotland, but out of a wish to make an equal name for himself in London — and to enjoy the pleasures of the season — he has chosen to spend the summer of 1813 in the English capital.


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