||Last angel - 浜崎あゆみ
Name: Connor Temple
Appearance: Connor is a slim and tall, but not lanky, guy with an eccentric fashion sense. His hair is dark and very unkempt, and he has a soft gentle face with dark eyes and an infectious smile.
Role in the ARC: Connor was lead technician of the ARC before becoming trapped in the past. Much of the anomaly detecting equipment that the ARC uses was designed and created by Connor, and he prides himself on his computing skill.
Personality: Connor is a very easy going person, always looking on the bright side of things and rarely letting things get him down. He was initially a student under Professor Cutter's tutor when the anomalies began appearing, and his determination and enthusiasm were what enabled him to get onto the team. He is quite obsessive, and his love for palaeontology and the knowledge in this area is extremely in depth. Connor is also a very loyal person, and he makes friends for life, never putting himself before them.
Throughout his time at the ARC he has grown up a lot, but still retains his childlike innocence about the world and people. He is still a huge science fiction fan, but after seeing so many close team members killed and lost he has grown up quite a bit from the failing student he was to begin with. Despite all his indispensable work at the ARC, he is an extremely modest person, unaware of his talents and far from arrogant.
Skills: Hacking, Recognising prehistoric beasts, Fixing electronic equipment, Putting his foot in it, Remaining positive
Likes: Sci-fi films, Dinosaurs, Saving the world, Prehistoric animals, Computers, Cracking jokes
Dislikes: Helen Cutter, Exercise, Being told he can't help, Harming animals, Writing ARC reports
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Did you read the rules? Who is very hot?: Captain Becker, of course!
Sample: A roar echoed through the trees, and ahead of them a group of smaller two-legged dinosaurs burst from some bushes and scattered about the forest floor as the sound of cracking branches told the two men that the dinosaurs were pushing through the treeline. Becker's hand slipped from Connor's as he continued to sprint forwards, darting around trees and leaping over bushes with ease. Connor was running on wobbly legs, his head still not recovered from his blackout, and he stumbled over the hard ground. The sounds of footsteps and growls seemed to fly at them from all directions, the claustrophobic forest increasing the volume of the cries of hunger from the dinorsaurs. Becker glanced back over his shoulder, and cried out at the close proximity of the animals, which were spreading out around the two men, closing in around them.
"Connor!" Becker called back to him. "Can you climb?"
"Uuum," Connor tried to answer through his panting breaths. "Do I have a choice?"
The dinosaurs continued to chase them, and Becker shuddered at how agile they were to be able to keep moving so quickly in such a dense forest. He looked about ahead of them, trying to find a tree that they could climb quickly to a safe height. He spotted a large-trunked fern, with branches sprawling out from the trunk at about ten foot from the ground, with wines wrapped around them. That was it.
"Follow me, Connor," he shouted, increasing the speed of his sprint, grunting against the pain in his legs.
As he approached the tree, he leapt upwards, swinging his arms to grasp the branches above his head. Roars rang out around him as his hands gripped wood, and he tightened his fingers around it. Swinging his legs inwards, he felt for the trunk and grasped it with his thighs, releasing his grip on the branch and using his stomach and back to hurl himself higher up the tree, arms reaching out for more branches. He looked down briefly, Connor was stood at the bottom of the tree, desperately trying to grip the trunk and lift himself up. Becker gripped a branch with both hands, and swung his legs upwards, flipping his feet and then his knees over another, before letting himself lean back and dangle from the branch on his legs. He reached down to Connor.
"Take my hand!" he cried, blood rushing to his head.
Connor looked up to him, his face white with fear, but he nodded. Becker's hands were a few feet higher than Connor's head, and he strained and shifted to lower then down to the other man. Connor took one last glance behind him at the approaching dinosaurs, and then leapt upwards, hands stretched towards Becker. Their hands clasped together, and Becker tightened his grip instantly, digging his fingers roughly into Connor's skin. He nodded reassuringly at the student, before looking back up the tree.