find me in the drift,

connor came from a well-to-do family in virginia, with money literally growing on all the trees on their several acres of land. they threw money at their kids left and right if it meant they’d stay out of their parents hair and keep a decent appearance up while around guests and other people of importance. connor didn’t. he saved that money, spending it on electronics, gadgets and tattoos (the rest for college) and when his parents had enough of his sneaky habits - ie. spying on their “friends” and blackmailing them as a joke - they kicked his ass to the curb.

he just laughed, went to school for cyber security and other things that would benefit him later down the road. honestly, if he wasn’t in school, the tattoo parlor or doing homework, he was scouring through codes and security systems, trying to fuck with people for fun or money. and this caught the eye of his now favorite person and employer, the private investigator dude. a client of his had believed they were being spied on and were getting threatening emails of blackmail and shit, so he followed up, had his own team search for the blackmailer, and it took awhile. connor wasn’t stupid and always kept a couple steps ahead of him. till he decided to reach out for a meet-up. connor told him he’d back down and that he’d only wanted to fuck with the person because they’d been a dick to someone he knew. he handed over everything he knew on the person and the p.i. laughed and gave him a job at his office.

mehh, he didn’t have anything else to lose. 

he took it and made washington, d.c. his permanent residence. so he pretty much does what he was doing already - hacking into personal accounts, social media, bugging people’s phones/homes/cars and digging up the information needed for his boss to complete his job. that’s not to say he doesn’t keep some of the info for himself and backs it up for later use - ie. uhh, “hey fifty-something politic asshole, i know you’re fucking that eighteen year old and man, what a media frenzy that would be.” if he doesn’t want to personally email the subject and parade the shit out of the info all over the cyber-world, and he’s feeling the need to cause a little chaos (heh) in the real world, he’ll send it off to some newspaper, tmz, or some big shot post and get paid for it.

... yeahhhhh, i’m not sure sunny is very him anymore (maybe thunderstorm or hail. gdi.) connor is my smart, fast-thinking dude that just likes to cause a little chaos. he doesn’t think about the consequences till it’s too late, but even then, he’s already got a plan to keep the hounds off his back. he’s very sneaky, knows how to hide his tracks within the internet world and he’s kind of a little paranoid about possibly getting caught (he’s got those elliot vibes from mr. robot, but not too high on the scale.) so he’s always double checking his work, making sure his anonymous mask stays in place in everything he does.

he’s very gun-ho about his job, though, and always rises to the occasion to do a little investigating, smirk high in place on face. you’d think with his tattoos, he’d be easy to pick out, but he makes sure to cover every inch of his exposed skin when doing a job. (he’s not taking chances yo). he’s a fun, thrill-seeking dude that doesn’t mind the occasionally run-in with the law physically - although his employer wishes he’d be a little more considerate to their local police bros. eh, he can’t promise anything. but again, it’s inside the cyber-world that connor is the most stealthy and careful of what he’s doing. he’s always has an ear to the ground, listening for information for underground parties that are definitely illegal or concerts that bands are trying to keep hush-hush from those who would likely kick their asses out of the state. he also likes to serve a little vigilante justice, anonymously sending info to cops if something troublesome might happen. if you need information about someone or company or whatever, he’ll give it to you... for a price. he’s a tease with his information and if you threaten him or anyone he’s particularly protective of, he’ll come at you with ten times the hurt and you’ll be stuck with having to make a deal with the devil.

maybe he’s a little morally fucked, but he isn’t losing sleep over any of it. 

also: the phrase, “u little shit,” perfectly sums him up.