Post by Finndabhair Elphame Strayhorn on Apr 29, 2011 21:45:23 GMT -5
••Finndabhair Eplhame Strayhorn
Breezy, Determined, Cool-Headed
[/COLOR]Breezy, Determined, Cool-Headed
••THE BASICS
Finndabhair Elphame Strayhorn[/size]
Female.[/size]
15 years[/size]
Irish.[/size]
Katie McGrath[/size]
Straight[/size]
Freshman[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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Finn is a fairly averaged heighted girl, with pale lightly freckled Caucasian skin. She weighs about 110 and seems almost oriental in the sunlight—her cherry-black hair adding to the effect. Her hair is often kept down, and is a very wavy style.
Finn had pale green blue eyes, and high-arched eyebrows—giving her a complex and edge that sends the message, ‘Stay-Away’. Finn also has a willowy and dancer like look about her, steps light and graceful—but despite the look about her that suggests you could easily push her over, Finn’s abilities have granted her lean muscles and a cold edge.
PERSONALITY.
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Finn is highly disciplined—when she wants to get something done, she’ll do it—or suffer for weeks afterward from low self-esteem. Contradicting this, Finn often changes persona, and you can never tell how she will react to something. One day she can be nonchalant, cool, and breezy—the next lethally fiery, determined, and cruel. She never forgets, hardly ever forgives—and never, dear god, cries.
On a typical normal day, Finn seems breezy and cool-- horribly blunt, and critical. The only soft-look you'll get out of her is aimed towards younger children, animals, and her own brother. Once you get to know her, you can find Finn to be sarcastic with a dry humor, and horribly loyal to you. But friendship with Finn hardly ever happens, so don't bother trying.
HISTORY.
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The quiet and cool Finndabhair Eplhame Strayhorn was born into the world on a day with clear skies and a pale blue-gray tint. However, before the day was out—the sky had turned gray with winds and storms raging up to 50 mph. Coincidence…? Perhaps. But Finn never believed in coincidences, even at a young age.
She grew up fairly normally in her toddler, and young childhood years. However, when Finn was only four—(I’ve gathered this from your summery, Ani), a rouge and suspicious fire burned her home to the ground, killing all of their occupants, except for Finn and her older brother Asher. They, with their granted elemental powers, were able to seem resistant to the flames, or at least repel them enough to escape from the smoke. Their godfather then raised Finn with her brother. However, misfortune smiled upon the family as the godfather happened to be a member of an organization of elemental rouges—and the godfather taught Finn and her brother spectacular and terrible ways to control and fight using their abilities. Finn practiced long and hard to perfect her elementals, finding her favorite to be the element of air, and embraced the dark artistic ways of her godfather.
Admitted to the school as a Freshman, Finn now has an opportunity for revenge. Revenge against Alexandria Academy and it’s gifted for what Finn thinks to be their evil sin. And now, she will stop at nothing, nothing, until everyone on the other side has been punished. [/COLOR]
LIKES.
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-Windy days
-Writing
-Storms
-Running
-Using her powers to create storms and change the weather
DISLIKES.[/size]
-Pride
-Being in small spaces
-Intense heat, or hot-days
-People besting her
-Surrender
STRENGTHS.[/size]
-Very nimble and light on her feet
-Very innovative and creative
-Wind
-Clever
-Highly logical
-Very high-endurance
-Highly competitive
-Manipulative and Persuasive
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
-Ruthless
-Calculating
-Can be… emotionless at bad times
-Sprinting
-Highly competitive
-Single-Minded
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FEARS.[/size]
-Failure
-Being Burnt
-Loosing control (of herself, others, or her situation)
GOALS.[/size]
-Destroy Alexandria
-Form a group, alliance, clan, whatever you wish to call it, of rouges (or as she calls it, freedom-fighters)
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS. Daze[/size]
AGE. Fourteen[/size]
GENDER. Female[/size]
TIME ZONE. Central[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US. Myself[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS.[/size]
Christina Ann Robins
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
BANG.
Shoot. Robin jolted out of her daze, eyes snapping open. What the heck was that? Did someone find some firecrackers? That sounded like something they would do. Light firecrackers in the middle of the night? Well, they were supposed to be lit in the middle of the night, but—OKAY, FOCUS, ROBIN.
BANG. It came again, so quickly too—The sound was like thunder, which was enough alone to freak the girl out. But with sense fully alert, her blood turned to ice and her muscles locked up on herself. She knew what that sound was. Robin had held one of them enough times, she had fired one enough times, she had— Not shoot. Shot. Robin scrambled to her feet in record time—tumbling forward as the brunette’s knees locked up on herself and sent her sprawling into the dirt.
Face hitting the dirt hard, Robin squeezed her eyes shut—vision blanked over with a veil of white and black—nearly automatic after so much practice. In the corner of her mind she could make out a figure silhouetted on the gray-blue tiles of the house. As hard as she tried in those panic filled two-seconds, however, she couldn’t make out their identity.
But Robin did see their head cock to the side, arms raise—and fingers tighten on the trigger.
ROLL! Robin screamed inwardly—BANG!
“AHHHH!!”
Pain. White-hot pain searing all up her side. Staggering to her feet out of pure reflex and panic, Robin stumbled towards the mansion doors, one arm clutching her shoulder where the bullet had struck—and the other arm thrown across the girl’s green eyes at the joint, allowing only hidden vision to sweep across her eyes—she didn’t trust her own.
The steps were there, in her mind, but it was so blurry, so hard to move. Robin’s vision swirled, alternating quickly in flashes of bright colors, hurt her head… hurt her mind… focus! Get to the stairs, NOW! The girl’s bare feet stumbled across the wood of the first step, when yet another shot rang out. Splintering against wood, and a dull sweep of pain across the skin of her leg revealed it to be a near miss—just grazing the leg and tearing the fabric.
But it was just enough.
Robin’s knees crumbled like ancient pillars struck by lightning. Slowly… slowly… slowly… down. A bare knee hit the dirt, and she lifted her face to the moonlight sky—blood dripping down the side of her face where my stained arm had covered it. Robin was done. She was finished. She couldn’t go on. I give u—no.
No.
No!
If I die here tonight, I wasn’t going down like this—lying in my own blood and the dirt of the pavement. I wasn’t giving up. Never. Alpha could kill me, kill us, but he can’t, he won’t, change who I am. Who we are—ever.
A dangerous gleam appeared in Robin’s eyes, a mere reflection of the moon it seemed, but it was in reality so much more. Her left arm left her shoulder, coming away in a scarlet red—but it did not long to return—and the girl raised myself off the earth, eyes closing slowly. Her back bare-foot slid behind herself, and Robin’s fists clenched as they moved to a simple stance. In her mind’s eye, she could see her attacker hesitate, gun fully loaded. They had gotten the girl’s mood, and she was glad of it.
Truth was, Robin was pretty much bluffing. Her refusal to give up suggested that she might have something up my sleeve. Robin didn’t really. Sure, she had a wild-card, but she had only read about it in Alpha’s manual—and Robin was hoping to God that this card would be allowed to come into play. But there was only one really positive thing she was thinking at the moment, and I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now.
Bring it.
Robin could hear the words in the murder’s head, devoid of emotion, gender, or any humanity. It played across her eyes like the rolling letters of a typewriter in bold, one at a time.
You asked for it.
Then, the murder’s finger tightened; Robin’s eyes widened; the bluff had failed; her hands threw themselves reflexively in front of her own face; lips began formed a screa—BLACK.
Alright, Ani. I tried my best to make Finn like I thought she seemed in your charecter app for Asher. Sorry it took so long, I'm a natural born procrasonater. If you see anything you want me to change-- just ask, or modify it yourself. I was mosly just guessing the entire time I was writing thos, and that's what made it challenging.
