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Name - Finnegan Reiner (His parents were feeling cruelly Irish when they named him. His sister got off a lot easier.)
Nicknames - Finn, Rein, Ginger (think Gilligan's Island), Daywalker...
Age - 22/27 (turned at 22)
Gender - Male
Race - Human (Vampire)
Ethnicity - American - Irish
Occupation - (Ex?)hitman
Height - 5'8"
Weight - 137
Build - Lean, lithe, slightly lanky.
Posture - Loose and relaxed, but like a cat. Always ready to strike.
Skintone - Very, very pale. White pale. (Not much different if he were still human)
Markings - Reddish-orange freckles on his face/arms/chest/back; two small scarred splash marks on his left cheek and collarbone, pale red and slightly raised; scarred fingertips on his left middle and ring fingers; a ragged bite mark on the right side of his neck
Hair color - Bright, bright orange. You can spot the redhead in a crowd, that's for sure.
Texture - On the line between wavy and curly
Length - Left to its own devices, it's about chin length. Wet, it falls to the middle of his neck.
Style - A perfect mess, his mop seems to disobey gravity just to be a little more curled. Cheek-length bangs are supposed to fall over his right eye, but if he moves his head too quickly, his hair ends up covering his face completely.
Face - Somewhat babyfaced. Delicate features. Thin, straight nose. Bright eyes, lids usually half closed. White fangs sometimes poke out from behind his pale lips, but are hidden more often than not.
Expressions - Finn's expressions are mostly in his eyes. He can smile or frown all he wants, but his eyes say exactly what he's feeling (of course, given that he's a vampire, his eyes are sort of glazed-looking). Smiling is something he tries not to do, since fangs tend to scare people off, so it gives him a sort of hesitant, lopsided half-grin when he does.
Eye color - Bright apple green, with a thin dark rim around the iris. Sort of an undead cast to them.
General clothing style - When left alone, he sticks to casual clothing. (OOC, it's fun to put him in random outfits because he'll just go with it.)
Shirts/tops - Prefers simple, comfortable clothes like t shirts and sweatshirts, but sometimes finds himself wearing collared shirts, vests, sport jackets, or pretty much anything imaginable. (Especially when drawing for the lulz.) When in doubt: Baggy olive green sweatshirt.
Pants/bottoms - Nothing special. Blue or black jeans, maybe some cargo pants... Not shorts. When in doubt: dark blue jeans
Shoes - The right shoes for the job tend to be either sneakers or boots. So that's what he wears.
Habits - Giving a room a quick glanceover as he enters; not telling people where he's going, tapping when he's thinking or bored; drinking blood (obviously)
Mannerisms - Brushing his hair out of his face; running his hand through his hair; not telling anything that hasn't come up in conversation but being willing to share if it does
Personality - Finn is a strange mixture of hard and soft. When you meet him, he seems like a nice guy, harmless, maybe a little naive. Always putting everyone else before himself. He's the storyteller, the sweet guy who everyone loves and protects. Mellow and with seemingly endless patience, you'd never think that he's anything special. He's a laid-back guy, even in the most tense situations. But when he's after a mark, you can trust him to get the job done. He can look down the barrel of a gun, smile down at his target and genuinely wish them well before blowing them away. Every now and then, a challenge is nice, and he has the tendency to surprise people with the things he says and does, but it's all part of who he is.
Likes - Darts; telling and hearing stories; learning new random things; gum; New Year's Eve and St. Patrick's Day celebrations
Dislikes - Sunburns; piano music; not being able to see himself; birds; people messing up his hair
Fears - Being confined/trapped/tied; vampires and werewolves in general
Biography - Warning: written in first person.
I was born. Pretty much every story starts like that. The details are different, hometown and stuff, but most people start their lives by being born. Me, I was born in Newburyport, Mass. But I'm going to skip ahead to the interesting part. I was about fifteen when I joined up with...jeez, I can't even remember the name anymore, but it was this smalltime nothing gang. I was a bored kid with too much time and money, so hey, why not. Eightball, Slim, Ace, and me, Daywalker, just a bunch of kids trying to make a name for themselves. I never thought it would mean that much, but it ended up leading me down a pretty gory rabbithole.
There isn't much worth saying over the next few years. After I got out of high school, things got dark. No more classes to take care of, so I spent my time running jobs. That smalltime gang? It grew. Three years got me from spraypaint to bloodspatter. Newburyport was too small, so we headed down to Boston not to long after graduation. Looking back, it wasn't the best idea to 'invest my future' in making sure others didn't have one to look forward to, but what can I say. I was good at it.
Finally, twenty-two. This is where it gets interesting. After a hit on a minor target, I stumbled upon a group of pale-faced freaks. Vampires, if you couldn't tell. Between battles with werewol---lycans, whatever you want to call them, they'd been keeping an undead eye out for potential recruits. They offered me a position in their ranks, but I turned them down. You can't blame me, I thought they were a group of creepy cultists.
It turns out that you can't say no to a group of vampires. They made my choice for me. I woke up sometime the next day, and everything was... different. Ask someone else for details, all I knew was that I was hungry. Two or three of my new bloodsucking brethren showed me the ropes of what I'd become. They brought me into their little blood feud with the wolves, and I rose quickly. Like I said, I'm good at what I do.
Somewhere between sucking people dry and killing off wolfmen, I decided that I was done with the game. Three months into being a vampire, I thought I had a pretty good idea of how to survive. Take a drink, avoid being killed, easy stuff. So I took off one day. Did I mention? Daywalker doesn't just mean redhead anymore. As I was saying, I left them behind while they were sleeping. After that, I just kept going. No idea where I was headed, but so long as there were no bloodsuckers, it was good enough for me.
Of course, they weren't so happy to have their little killer go missing. I figured out pretty quickly that I had nothing on the older vampires. Most of the time, the only thing between me and a retrieval team was the sunrise. When I finally thought I lost them, I didn't settle down with a nice bunch of cows and call it a life. I weaseled my way into a church, and using every holy artifact I could find, barricaded the door. All crosses to the front of the building. Normal people could get in and out, but any vampires would have found it pretty tough even if they got permission.
...Now, I spent most of my time hidden in the belfry. I leave during daylight only to feed, then get back into hiding before the sun gets anywhere near the horizon. Let me tell you, living off cats and dogs isn't very appetizing. Sorry about Spike. He wasn't hit by a car.
Abilities - Vampire things - Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound... That's Superman, but vampires are along those lines, if a little less 'super'.
Daywalker - Means he can go into sunlight without turning into a pile of ash. It does weaken him, and he'll need to feed much more often when facing regular exposure.
Weaknesses -Take a guess - Silver. Holy water. Mirrors. Crucifixes. Garlic. Rosemary. Who knows what else.
Voice - Slightly raspy, like he's always on the very end of having a cold. Like his face, Finn's voice is expressive and conveys exactly what's going on in his head.
Handwriting - Smallish, tall letters. Words tend to run together, vertically and horizontally.
Orientation - Bisexual, but tending heavily toward males
Misc - Finn is a drummer. A pretty good one. Unfortunately for rockers, he's got a jazzy sense of rhythm.
 ilafatyu · Sat Jul 09, 2011 @ 02:44am · 0 Comments |
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