|~| Irfam |~|
Name: Irfam Oryam Ellery.
Age: They’ve forgotten too many of their birthdays to truly remember at this point. (663)
Gender: Non-Binary: (He/They).
Sexuality: Asexual Demiromantic. Ambiamorous.
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Class: Blood Class.
Rank: High Lord.
Desired Rank: Content.
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Appearance:
(Credit to catadioptric@picrew.me)
Irfam stands rather average at 5' 8”, though they sometimes seem 5’ 6” due to how slouched their posture is. Their skin tone is a pale color with sickly cool undertones. They have practically no freckles too, which doesn’t exactly help them seem healthier.
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Irfam has a diamond face shape, meaning they have a smaller forehead and a smaller sharp chin, the middle of their face larger, the whole thing on the more sunken side. Now for the nose, they have a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts the way the stereotypical normal nose would but then dips down a bit too much.
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Their lips… Well, it’s hard to say what they once were, if we’re being honest. They’re usually grinning behind their mask though, smiling. It certainly reaches their eyes, at least. Their lips aren’t very full either, so… Thin? Not like many see them anyways though.
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Their eyebrows are rather thin, with practically no arch at all. Finally, their eyes are a downturned deepset hooded shape and are heterochromatic. Their left eye is a dark emerald green, and their right is a blue speckled with gray and shades that practically make it seem like a blue-purple.
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Their face is framed by thin black hair that’s usually a total mess. Bed head for days, they’ve given up on getting all of the tangles and cowlicks and craziness out of it for the event, but they did manage to calm it slightly. They usually have their hair up in a small ponytail, and it goes down to below the shoulders(but above the middle of their back) when down.
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Their body structure could quickly be described as rectangular. Everything about their structure screams that they’re more so built for agility than muscle, if that even. They’re much better suited for inside jobs, in all honesty. They weigh in at 115, with their BMI at 17.48, underweight by 7 pounds. Mostly because they forget meals in preference of inventing, and less meals eaten means more time with their mask on.
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For scars… Irfam certainly has quite a few. A burn scar that goes up their right hand to the middle of their upper arm from a fire incident and them not wanting to leave behind one of their work-in-progress inventions. Plenty of small scars on both palms and fingers from their years of tinkering, along with a larger one from an incident with broken glass on their left palm. The gloves they wear usually hide those easily. They also have one at their chest, it wasn’t deep, only just so for a scar to form, and it goes down the length of their sternum. Frankly, one of the only reasons it scarred was because of how long the blade of glass was there for.
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And then, of course, the ones starting at the throat just below the chin and making their way up to right below their nose. Incidents with broken glass have caused odd ones at odd angles at their cheeks and mouth, while incidents with acid have caused the majority of other ones. Blotches at their throat from acid, places where even with their mouth closed you’d be able to see teeth and gums, and blotches at their cheeks- One particularly bad blotch at their right cheek was nearly bad enough to create a gaping hole there to see into their mouth. Luckily, the acid incident is a few years old at this point, so the risk of it doing that suddenly/randomly aren’t as high. They do have a mask that they wear practically at all times that covers all of the scars at their lower face and upper throat.
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Personality:
Creative / Analytical / Extremely Intelligent / Slight Workaholic / Self-Destructive / Maladjusted Extrovert / Crafty / Reserved / Delusional / Impatient / Anxiety / Happy-Go-Lucky / Self-Sacrificial / Childish / Forgetful(Unless repeated or habitual) / Daredevil / Secretive / Reckless / Disturbing Mind / Talkative / Determined / Liberosis / Trusting / Tolerant / Overthinks / Observant / Insecure / Restless/ Humorous / Friendly / Selfless / Very Curious / No Impulse Control / Blunt / Fidgety / Controversial / Empathetic / Insomniac / Sensitive / Energetic / Awkward / Paranoid / Let’s Blow Things Up For Science! / Very Disorganized / Whimsical / Ambition / Adaptable / Mauerbauertraurigkeit / Abandonment Issues / Steadfast / Protective / Inventive / Absent-Minded / Emotional / Over-imaginative
Likes: Inventing, Learning, Academics, Fixing Stuff, Joking Around, Food, People, Reading, and Taking Risks.
Dislikes: Being Alone, Utter Silence, Large Crowns, Bright Light, Eating, Undivided Attention, Loud Noises, Pity, and Failure.
Strengths: Inventing/Engineering, Academics, Observant, Selfless, Intelligent, Determined, Empathy, Steady, Ambitious, and Adaptable.
Weaknesses: Prone to Delusions and Hallucinations, Self-Destructive, Impulsive, Social Settings, Disorganized, Self-Conscious/Insecure, Absent-Minded, Anxious, Impatient, and Extremely Curious.
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Childe (If A Sire)/Sire (If A Childe): Open, PM/Ask me.
Crush(es): Open, PM/Ask me.
Ex(es): None. Open, PM/Ask me.
Significant Other(s): None. Open, PM/Ask me.
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Affiliations: Open. PM/Ask me.
Other: Don't think so.
|~| Garvin |~|
Name: Garvin.
Age: He isn’t actually sure, math was never a skill of his. He’s assuming it’s around 21.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Brinsexual. Ambiamorous.
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Rank: Blood Gifter to Suya.
Desired Rank: Maybe an eventual Harem member. But for now? He’s content just soaking up the idea of free food and shelter.
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Appearance:
(Credit to catadioptric@picrew.me)
Garvin stands tall at a haunting 6’ 5”, usually hunched to a 6’ 3”. His skin tone is a pale fair color(a bit more on the tanned side though, given how much time he’s spent in the sun) with cool undertones(mostly greener ones due to his terrible habits), only adding to how pale he is. He has freckles practically everywhere on his body. Quite honestly, his skin and hair have a layer of dirt and grime that he’s sure wouldn’t leave even if he washed and washed.
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Garvin has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather gaunt despite it. Now for the nose, something that Garvin rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thinner in shape, and smirks his most often seen expression. Well, those and his signature Garvin grin.
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His eyebrows are rather thin. Despite them being thin and rather straight, they have a slight bush to them towards the end which gives them the illusion of an arrow pointing upwards. Finally, his eyes with deep, heavy eye bags underneath them and usually bloodshot, (and whether that be from lack of sleep or his unhealthy habits, is unclear) are a deepset hooded shape and dark gray in color, which he is glad for. Because if he had green eyes with his freckles and red hair, he’d certainly huff and puff unhappily(sarcastically, of course). His face is framed by unruly and wavy, almost to the point of curly, red hair. Firey in color, though more on the gray side of the red hair spectrum, that is most oftenly messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck.
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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 150 lbs, his BMI at 17.79 and being underweight by 6 pounds. Most surprising about his weight, is that most of what he does have is muscle, otherwise he'd probably be way more underweight than he already is. When it comes to body hair, Garvin doesn’t have an insane amount- Just about average for his age and circumstances, honestly. He also has a few tattoos of vines that go across his knuckles.
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As for scars, he possesses many. From scars on his back and shoulders that look like they’re from whipping, to burn scars on his legs, to cuts on his arms, to a singular one that looks like a slash across his neck. He’s covered in scars. In fact, the only places that don’t seem to be covered in scars are his head and hands. And even his left hand has a small scar of a cut across his palm. And both hands have tiny scars all over, which are both just extremely calloused too. He also has a few cigarette burn scars on his arms.
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As for clothing, he’s usually wearing a red and black flannel(a bit torn up, a few of the tears having patches though not all) over a white shirt sleeve t-shirt. His pants tend to be ripped, baggy black pants that have quite a few patches, with his shoes most often ending up as boots with buckles, one of the buckles on his left is broken. He also wears a dark gray trench coat most of the time, with a few old stains and tears. It also has a large patch on the back of a blank tombstone.
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And when it comes to accessories? Fingerless gloves made of gauze that he’s wrapped around his palms and up to his elbow, several rings(all bands) that he wears on whichever finger he ends up putting them on that morning.
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And then there’s piercings. He has a nose piercing(nasallang piercing), a few different ear piercings; multiple lobe ones(both ears; 5 left and 4 right), a helix piercing(left ear), a tragus piercing(both ears), a flat piercing(both ears; 2 left and 1 right), a lobe piercings(both ears), and an industrial piercing(right ear). Lastly, he also has a mouth piercing, a spider/viper bite piercing.
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Personality:
To say that Garvin is a generous and modest person would be like trying to say that a sydney funnel-web spider is a harmless spider. Because in all actuality, Garvin is arrogant and prideful, not to mention extremely greedy and selfish. Though this may come from the fact that he grew up on the streets, so to be fair, most of his boasts are well deserved. Regardless, he still has a huge ego that can and will intimidate opponents. Not to mention his sharp tongue that’ll spit insults like there’s no tomorrow.
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Despite his arrogance and sharp tongue, even despite his greed, when faced with kindness, this man immediately becomes awkward and confused. Stammering and eyes darting with suspicion as though he genuinely believes that no one could possibly be kind without any ulterior motives. He also is quite reckless, often getting into trouble with either authority or fellow people. Many times because of his own lies collapsing on himself.
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If you manage to become his friend, well, first off, good job. And second, you will find quickly that he’d much rather him die than them, though this may also be because of his nihilistic nature. Nevertheless, he’s still a great friend. Someone’s being mean to you? He’ll probably have a few words for them. Would he actually fight someone though... Not unless the other started it or if he was just that mad, he prefers to keep violence as a last resort. Though he’ll gladly carve into the school walls for his friends, sometimes quite literally.
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Food and money is the way to the guy’s heart, apparently. Though he’s a hopeless romantic in all actuality, just the thought of someone that doesn’t care how he is, just the thought of being able to be himself is something he dwells on for long periods of time. And this is probably due to how fake he acts, always loud and arrogant, always showing off and getting into trouble... But never actually being him. The insecure and nihilistic boy that doesn’t understand why no one ever wanted him.
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Despite his obvious ego and nihilistic views, he absolutely fears being forgotten by the people he cares about. Not only does he fear it though, he expects it to happen. If he were to talk to someone about it, he’d talk about it as if he’s accepted the fact. But he’s terrified of it nonetheless, he doesn’t want it to happen, he just knows it most likely will.
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He’s also someone that tries to trick himself into believing that he’s fine. He’s someone that tries to be an optimist in front of others but always ends up being a pessimist literally anywhere else.
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Despite the fact that he lies… A lot… He values honesty from others. Especially from those he considers friends. It doesn’t mean that he’ll be honest with them, but it does mean that if they know something or learn something that concerns him in any way. That’s his business in any way. He doesn’t want to be kept in the dark.
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He tends to show himself as a confident, talkative prick; as mentioned in the first paragraph. As you probably have realized though, this is false. This is nowhere near to the truth. Now, you may remember me mentioning insecurities. And this is where I shall explain those and how they manifest.
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The first(and biggest) insecurity is that he is going to die and no one will even notice, and that no one will even care if they do. This is connected to that deep rooted fear that I mentioned earlier. Just like the fear, he’s accepted that he will die someday, and that when that day comes… No one will notice, no one will care, no one will cry or shout or deny. It will happen and there will be no consequences to it at all. He tries to not let himself think about it too much.
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The second insecurity, and one that plays into the first one, is that no one wants his company more so that they want him to do something that needs to be done for them. Something that he’s noticed in the past is that as soon as he’s done with a job or favor or promise, the person immediately drops all contact with him. So trust and actual deep connections with people are not something he has.
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The third insecurity I’ll be explaining is the last one(Well, it’s not his last one, it’s just the last one I’ll be talking about.) He knows he seems talkative and loud most of the time, and he knows that that’s what people expect of him. And he thinks that since that’s what people expect of him, that that’s what people want from him whenever they hang out with him or talk to him.
Likes: Sleeping/Napping, Winning, Music, Money, and Food(If only there was a love category).
Dislikes: Large Crowds, Small/Enclosed Spaces, Being Completely/Utterly Alone, Going Hungry, and Losing.
Strengths: Aim, Playing 12-String Banjo, Stamina, Lying, Stealing, Flexible, and Observant.
Weaknesses: Paranoid, Alcoholic, Swimming(He can’t), Nihilistic, Awkward/Insecure, Addictive Smoker, and A ‘Bit’ Selfish.
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Crush(es): Open, PM/Ask me.
Ex(es): Plenty of nameless flings that he doesn’t remember.
Significant Other(s): Open, PM/Ask me.
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Affiliations: Open, PM/Ask me.
Other: He’s new to this whole… Blood gifting thing, it’s kinda like a last resort to stay alive.
Trivia:
If he could afford it, he’d have even more piercings and tattoos. But he can’t, so he’s settled on being fine with what he does have. Same for a new banjo, if we’re being honest. But as of now, he’s more concerned with staying alive.
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He carries a swiss knife on his person at all times, given you never know when you’d need one- He says it’s quite nice to have it. It’s also quite nice to know what all is edible in an area, or at least edible enough to not die from eating it and to stave off starvation for as long as possible. In his own humble opinion, of course.
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Despite being a liar and a thief, he tries his best to keep promises. He hates promising or swearing that he’ll do something and then not doing it. It honestly gets on his nerves when he has to do so.
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He recommends to everyone not to eat a dead, unwashed, uncooked bird that’s been lying on the ground for days unless they have to. Same for a raw, dead rat that’s soaking wet from rain.
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Garvin has a certain grin he does a lot, one where you can never be sure if it’s genuine or not. It doesn’t normally matter how good at face reading someone is, even some of the best gamblers he’d met hadn’t been able to tell. But everybody knows it’s basically his signature, you see it and know it’s him immediately. Doesn’t matter how long you’d known him, it’s almost for certain you know the grin.
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Garvin has a persistent cough that won’t leave, which he’s had for over a decade now. He’s gotten used to it, and it’s more of a slight annoyance than anything else. As for anything mental? Nothing that’s been diagnosed, since he doesn’t have the time nor money for something like that in his opinion. But his mental state is nowhere near stable, if we’re being honest. Trust issues, self-depreciation, insecurities that run so deep at this point that he doesn’t even realize he has them until someone pokes a sensitive area, touch starved, an apathy that he deals with by getting into even more trouble than he already did before, tension in his shoulders and back from needing to stay alert more than most, insomnia and near constant exhaustion for the same reason… Honestly, he’s a mess. A functional mess, sure, but still a mess.
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Garvin’s penmanship, quite frankly- Is terrible. It’s barely legible, even to him. But that’s when he writes fast and for long periods, if he’s writing something slower or something short then it’s a bit better. Still not the best, but it’s definitely more legible, at least. And that’s not even mentioning the spelling! He sticks to smaller words, because he can’t really spell. Or really read either.
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His voice is on the higher but deeper end of the spectrum. It’s gravelly and smooth. It used to be higher pitched and smooth, but given everything, it’s become deeper and gravelly; scratchy. It’s still higher pitched, just more rough sounding. Screechy wouldn’t be a good way to describe it, but if it was the only way to describe how raw his voice is, then it would have to work. His voice sounds hoarse, raw, and raspy, to put simply. He also doesn’t tend to put too much effort into dictation, so a lot of his words end up sounding a lot less clear than they should be.
|~| Finley |~|
Name: Finley Neil Blake.
Age: Doesn’t really care to keep count. (526)
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Gray-Demisexual. Ambiamorous.
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Class: Hypnosis Class.
Rank: Low Lord.
Desired Rank: Content? He certainly wouldn’t mind becoming a Justicar.
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Appearance:
(Credit to catadioptric@picrew.me)
Finley stands rather average at 5' 7”, though he sometimes seems 5’ 8” due to how proud his posture is. His skin tone is a pale bisque color with neutral cool undertones, making it seem even lighter than it already is. He has absolutely no freckles on his body, something he actually isn’t a big fan of since it just makes his entire appearance even more stereotypical of a vampire.
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Finley has a heart face shape, meaning he has a wider forehead and a smaller chin, the middle of his face somewhere in between, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks aren’t as full as they could be, but still fuller than what would warrant worry. Now for the nose, something that Finley rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thinner in shape. His most often seen expression is a more easy going or slightly apathetic grin that one would expect to see on a chill or lazy person just talking to friends.
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His eyebrows are rather thin, but with an obvious arch. Finally, his eyes are an upturned deep set almond shape and are an icy sky blue color with pupils of pure silver. His face is framed by silver white hair, it has a slight poof to it as well and goes down to the middle of his back when it’s down. Usually though, his hair is up into a loose ponytail or man bun.
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His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular. Everything about his structure screams that he’s more so built for agility than muscle. He weighs a good 115, with his BMI at a slightly unhealthy 18.01. What is especially strange about this boy(other than his eyes) is that he has six fingers on each hand, not all that strange since people can have six but still pretty strange.
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For scars… Finley has only two that are rather well hidden. One at the elbow of his left arm, and another going down the side of his right leg. He doesn’t really show them to anyone and nor does he have any intention to do so.
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For clothing, Finley practically always wears a light blue sweater and light gray pants, almost like jeans but instead a light gray color (obviously). He also wears a light weight suit jacket, the color a nice navy blue, though sometimes it's switched for a white one. His shoes are white leather boots made for leisure strolls and formal events.
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As for accessories, he wears a white cloth belt at the waist, going around the light gray pants. They’re not as tight as they could be around him, as to allow him easier access to moving around and all. He also always wears a pale icy-sky blue bracelet worn at his right wrist with a matching one at his left ankle and he still does. And at times he'll wear a light blue scarf, as well. Oh, and never forget his black gloves.
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Personality:
Finley is a very calm soul, he doesn’t scare easily nor does he get upset easily either. He talks without paying too much attention to volume or diction, which usually ends with him being quieter and much less clear than he should be. Overall, he just seems very laid back and easygoing, a ‘go with the flow’ kind of person.
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He’s also surprisingly observant along with this, due to his chill nature, he has plenty of time to just… Watch people and figure them out. And plenty of time to sleep, which he definitely enjoys doing. He doesn’t really care what people think about, as long as he knows what they think about him. They can think whatever they want, but they at least have to be brave enough to tell him and be honest.
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To go along with both of these points… He’s very even-tempered, almost never truly angry. At most, he gets passive aggressive. He’ll throw some insults that he knows will hit them hard(courtesy of his observation skills) if he does get angry. But he most certainly isn’t one to throw a punch. Usually. There’s very few times that he would, but when he does- He hits quick and hard, just like his insults.
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Maybe worse of all though, is how apathetic he can be. If he’s bored, he doesn’t bother trying to hide it. Even more, if he doesn’t care about someone he doesn’t try to hide it. He doesn’t try to make it known either. It’s even to the point where he can be found zoning out or staring blankly at times that should be of great importance but simply aren’t to him.
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Now, even though he has a more laid back personality doesn’t make him lazy. Sure, he can come off as such, but he most certainly isn’t. If something needs to get done, he’ll get it done without fuss. He knows when it’s time to laze about and when it’s time to work. He has to, after all, he wouldn’t have survived if he didn’t.
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Or at least, he used to be like all of that. Now though? His apathy has grown and his insults have gotten rarer to hear(though still heart crushing when he says them, always right on point). His old ‘lazy unless working’ attitude has turned into a ‘manipulate others to do my work for me’ kind of attitude. His cold, calculating stares have only gotten even more calculating, even more cold. And his eyes, his ever changing eyes, show nothing within them. What’s worse, is his paranoia that’s come to him, making him go through specific routines everyday at specific times. He always seems ready to break and hurt someone, whether it be someone else or himself. And his observational skills have only strengthened, making almost everyone an open book that he needs only have one conversation with to understand how they think.
Likes: Solitude, Silence, Reading, Deep Conversations, Peppermint Tea, Any Kind Of ‘Bad’ Weather.
Dislikes: Loud Noises, People, Socialization, Exercising, Emotions, Expectations(Low & High).
Strengths: Observant, Calm, Control, Flexible, Aim, Intelligent, Agility, Charismatic, Lying, Planning.
Weaknesses: Apathetic, Blunt, Physical Strength, Cold, Harsh, Emotions, Sympathy, Sarcastic, Manipulative, Paranoid.
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Crush(es): Open, PM/Ask me.
Ex(es): None. Open, PM/Ask me.
Significant Other(s): Open, PM/Ask me.
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Affiliations: Open, PM/Ask me.
Trivia:
Finley is quite skilled in the art of dual wielding, most notably daggers. His daggers all have handles of pure white, and the blade itself is always cleaned to where the silver can truly shine. Now this isn’t to say he isn’t skilled in any other weaponry, because he is. It’s just that he takes great pride in his daggers.
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He is also greatly skilled at whips, and these are also pure white. He knows how to use the recoil and how to twist his wrists just the right way and when to pull back and how it will snap and break and move. He treats it all like a dance, though he does this with any weapon he uses, and the weapon is always his partner within it.
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Finley can also, of course, manipulate people to do what he wants rather easily. Not to mention his great insults that can tear people down as if they are a drywall and he an unrelenting ram.
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He can read people, their words and actions, with ease. Fluent in body language, and able to manipulate his own- The only way to truly tell anything with him is his eyes, which always hold his apathetic stare.
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Finley’s writing has been compared to a doctors. Illegible in a way that makes it seem respectful, important, and authoritative. It’s a strange combination, because no one really wants to admit that they can’t read his handwriting when it feels like it is something important. Especially when he can read it fine, as can people who have dealt with it before.
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Finley’s scent is a strong one, an extremely noticeable one. And you either love it or you hate it. Because it’s a strong peppermint smell. And anyone who’s ever smelled peppermint knows that it doesn’t take much for it to be a strong and heavy scent. And Finley practically bathes in it.
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Finley’s voice is usually on the quieter side, with poor dictation that one would associate with someone that is too lazy to fully open their mouth for certain sounds. Along with this, his voice is on the deeper and lower ends of the spectrum. He has a steady and firm voice despite his poor dictation, and when he speaks with the expectation of attention- He gets it. For when he tries, his voice is clear and sounds what one would expect of an intelligent soul.
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