Post by Finley on Jan 14, 2010 10:08:19 GMT
Player’s Name: Victoria
Player's Gender: Female
Roleplay Experience: Nine years
Name: Finley
Nickname: Fin
Species: Guardian
Gender: Male
Born: 27th of Duodecimber, Year XXXVII [19 Years Old]
Appearance: Face Claim – Kevin Zegers
----Feline
As a cat, Finley is long-legged and lean. He has short to medium length fur, striped all over with the markings of a brown tabby. His chest, underbelly and legs are lightly dusted with a golden brown colour that is lighter than the fur along his back. A small patch of white adorns his chin, fading into the white of his long whiskers. His most marked feature is his eyes: the right is a green-tinted hazel, while the left is a very light, icy blue. Although mostly hidden by his fur, three jagged scars run vertically over his blue eye, from brow to cheek.
----Human
Finley stands at 5’9 in his human form. Like all Guardians his skin is very pale, with the look of unblemished marble (where there are not scars to mark it). He is lean and muscular, in all ways a man but inescapably still a youth. He has a strong nose and chin, and full lips made for scowls and knowing smiles. His brows are thick mostly straight, arching over eyes that echo his feline form: right side hazel-green, left side blue; however, in his human form the three scars that cross his left eye are unmistakable. His hair is wavy and falls in disarray to his shoulders, a dark myriad of various shades of brown and beige formed into slightly conspicuous stripe-patterns.
Personality:
----Silent
One of the most well-known and established traits belonging to Finley is that he almost never speaks. He has been known to go for several years without speaking a single word, though on some off-year an Elder may receive a curt, quiet “No.” that no one else witnesses, and thus no one can prove existed. He has the ability to speak – he just chooses not to. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t interact or communicate; through expression, gesture and posture he manages to convey enough meaning to satisfy him.
----Nonchalant
Finley is relaxed and uninhibited in his silent, unhurried way. He is very laid back and
natural, taking things as they come and doing his duty as the need arises. His nonchalance is often interpreted as dispassion and mocking – sometimes it borders on being just that.
----Watchful
Fin misses hardly anything. Being silent can sometimes have its benefits; people often forget that he is there and listening, and they often presume that he is in some way mentally detached. That is absolutely not so. He is keenly aware and has a knack for filing information away quietly and unobtrusively into the back of his mind. Thus, skimming the fringes of social interaction, he has collected a veritable library of personal knowledge… and most Guardians don’t even suspect him of it.
----Terse
Finley is naturally patient and relaxed, but he prefers to do things quickly and efficiently and have them done with, regardless of what rules he breaks or whose feelings he hurts. When it comes down to the business of being a Guardian, he is swift and detached, prepared to do what it takes to get the job done.
----Dedicated
Finley is very dedicated to whatever task he picks up, although without much emotional attachment. He is more like an object with inertia than a man with a passion for his work – except in one thing: music. Despite warnings and disapproval from the Council of Elders, he refuses to stop playing his violin, and often steals chances to do so when he should be on guard duty.
Family:
Cullen -- Father -- Deceased
Brody -- Mother -- 55
Donal -- Older Brother -- Deceased
Dallas -- Younger Sister -- Deceased
Bruis -- Younger Brother -- Deceased
Cameron -- Younger Sister -- Deceased
Biography:
Finley was the second kitten to emerge from his mother’s womb, and he was followed by three others: Dallas, Bruis, and Cameron. Unfortunately, the Bruis and Cameron were stillborn and the Dallas was unable to hold her food, so died four weeks later. His elder brother Donal and he were, despite their siblings’ unfortunate ends, as fit as fit could be. Unfortunately, they almost never agreed. The boys’ surly father’s preference quickly fell on the silent and efficient Finley, while simpering Brody, their mother, defensively clung to her fiery, tradition-loving eldest son. After the disaster that was their litter, Cullen and Brody drifted out of speaking terms and he became more and more detached and gruff, while she fell deeper into bitterness and self-pity. When Donal was killed in the woods at age eight it nearly undid her, and she never forgave either Cullen or Finley for not falling apart as she did.
It was but months after Donal’s death that the composers’ caravan came through the woods of Benevolence. Although Finley doesn’t know the whole story, what he gathers is that the caravan was heading across the country to reach the city and some rich patron there. They were, every one of them, slaughtered and drained dry. When Finley found them he was a kitten in the daylight, picking his way among the corpses and hopping about to chase off the birds that picked out their eyes. He went into the overturned cart and found most of it shattered, but at least a fourth of the stock had survived. There was an array of horns, but mostly there were stringed instruments. He picked out the violin, it being the only thing that he had seen before (a man in the village played the fiddle then). He what had survived and stashed it, plucking and experimenting (and entirely destroying one, by accident) until he had gotten a feel for how it worked.
For three years after that he snuck off to practice, learning what he could by watching the fiddler in town. Unfortunately, after three years the old man passed on and Finley was on his own. Right in the middle of these three years, Cullen died of some disease that filled his lungs with fluid until he drowned in the dry, open air. Self-righteous and bitter, Brody continued to ignore her son and Fin’s odd hobby went unnoticed. He was first discovered when he was fourteen years old, and by that time he was very good. The young queen told on him and he was forthwith forbidden his noisy, and thus unsafe, pastime. He ignored the command long enough for his superiors to tire of the effort and recognize that thus far, he had caused no harm.
Player's Gender: Female
Roleplay Experience: Nine years
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Name: Finley
Nickname: Fin
Species: Guardian
Gender: Male
Born: 27th of Duodecimber, Year XXXVII [19 Years Old]
Appearance: Face Claim – Kevin Zegers
----Feline
As a cat, Finley is long-legged and lean. He has short to medium length fur, striped all over with the markings of a brown tabby. His chest, underbelly and legs are lightly dusted with a golden brown colour that is lighter than the fur along his back. A small patch of white adorns his chin, fading into the white of his long whiskers. His most marked feature is his eyes: the right is a green-tinted hazel, while the left is a very light, icy blue. Although mostly hidden by his fur, three jagged scars run vertically over his blue eye, from brow to cheek.
----Human
Finley stands at 5’9 in his human form. Like all Guardians his skin is very pale, with the look of unblemished marble (where there are not scars to mark it). He is lean and muscular, in all ways a man but inescapably still a youth. He has a strong nose and chin, and full lips made for scowls and knowing smiles. His brows are thick mostly straight, arching over eyes that echo his feline form: right side hazel-green, left side blue; however, in his human form the three scars that cross his left eye are unmistakable. His hair is wavy and falls in disarray to his shoulders, a dark myriad of various shades of brown and beige formed into slightly conspicuous stripe-patterns.
Personality:
----Silent
One of the most well-known and established traits belonging to Finley is that he almost never speaks. He has been known to go for several years without speaking a single word, though on some off-year an Elder may receive a curt, quiet “No.” that no one else witnesses, and thus no one can prove existed. He has the ability to speak – he just chooses not to. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t interact or communicate; through expression, gesture and posture he manages to convey enough meaning to satisfy him.
----Nonchalant
Finley is relaxed and uninhibited in his silent, unhurried way. He is very laid back and
natural, taking things as they come and doing his duty as the need arises. His nonchalance is often interpreted as dispassion and mocking – sometimes it borders on being just that.
----Watchful
Fin misses hardly anything. Being silent can sometimes have its benefits; people often forget that he is there and listening, and they often presume that he is in some way mentally detached. That is absolutely not so. He is keenly aware and has a knack for filing information away quietly and unobtrusively into the back of his mind. Thus, skimming the fringes of social interaction, he has collected a veritable library of personal knowledge… and most Guardians don’t even suspect him of it.
----Terse
Finley is naturally patient and relaxed, but he prefers to do things quickly and efficiently and have them done with, regardless of what rules he breaks or whose feelings he hurts. When it comes down to the business of being a Guardian, he is swift and detached, prepared to do what it takes to get the job done.
----Dedicated
Finley is very dedicated to whatever task he picks up, although without much emotional attachment. He is more like an object with inertia than a man with a passion for his work – except in one thing: music. Despite warnings and disapproval from the Council of Elders, he refuses to stop playing his violin, and often steals chances to do so when he should be on guard duty.
Family:
Cullen -- Father -- Deceased
Brody -- Mother -- 55
Donal -- Older Brother -- Deceased
Dallas -- Younger Sister -- Deceased
Bruis -- Younger Brother -- Deceased
Cameron -- Younger Sister -- Deceased
Biography:
Finley was the second kitten to emerge from his mother’s womb, and he was followed by three others: Dallas, Bruis, and Cameron. Unfortunately, the Bruis and Cameron were stillborn and the Dallas was unable to hold her food, so died four weeks later. His elder brother Donal and he were, despite their siblings’ unfortunate ends, as fit as fit could be. Unfortunately, they almost never agreed. The boys’ surly father’s preference quickly fell on the silent and efficient Finley, while simpering Brody, their mother, defensively clung to her fiery, tradition-loving eldest son. After the disaster that was their litter, Cullen and Brody drifted out of speaking terms and he became more and more detached and gruff, while she fell deeper into bitterness and self-pity. When Donal was killed in the woods at age eight it nearly undid her, and she never forgave either Cullen or Finley for not falling apart as she did.
It was but months after Donal’s death that the composers’ caravan came through the woods of Benevolence. Although Finley doesn’t know the whole story, what he gathers is that the caravan was heading across the country to reach the city and some rich patron there. They were, every one of them, slaughtered and drained dry. When Finley found them he was a kitten in the daylight, picking his way among the corpses and hopping about to chase off the birds that picked out their eyes. He went into the overturned cart and found most of it shattered, but at least a fourth of the stock had survived. There was an array of horns, but mostly there were stringed instruments. He picked out the violin, it being the only thing that he had seen before (a man in the village played the fiddle then). He what had survived and stashed it, plucking and experimenting (and entirely destroying one, by accident) until he had gotten a feel for how it worked.
For three years after that he snuck off to practice, learning what he could by watching the fiddler in town. Unfortunately, after three years the old man passed on and Finley was on his own. Right in the middle of these three years, Cullen died of some disease that filled his lungs with fluid until he drowned in the dry, open air. Self-righteous and bitter, Brody continued to ignore her son and Fin’s odd hobby went unnoticed. He was first discovered when he was fourteen years old, and by that time he was very good. The young queen told on him and he was forthwith forbidden his noisy, and thus unsafe, pastime. He ignored the command long enough for his superiors to tire of the effort and recognize that thus far, he had caused no harm.
