Post by Finn McAllister on Jul 9, 2011 12:20:50 GMT -5
Character Name: Finnegan McAllister "Finn"
Country: North Ireland
Gender: Most assuredly Male
Age: 23
Camp guide or teen?: "Camp guide"
Appearance:
Finn also has a diversion for shaving on a regular basis, so some of the time he has a stubbly beard that he thinks is quite rugged.
Finn is 6' and has a muscular build and broad shoulders compared to Arthur.
He isn't burly by any means, but he can sure hold his own, and a couple others, in a fight.
[[ignore the pic's eyes, his are an emerald green >.>']]
Personality:
Finn is a outgoing individual with a curiosity for all things that could get him in trouble. He can, and is, at times be an arrogant asshole. But when it comes down to it, he is just trying to hide his own insecurities. When it comes to women, he is as charming as they come. He has a reputation as a real 'lady-killer'.
He and Barclay always make a friendly game of it when they go out to the pubs.
Finn has the redhead temperament with enough bite to back it up. And he loves a good bar fight. He will back up Barclay in a fight whether he thinks he is right or not. He is a loyal man to his friends and a sore to those he finds irritating.
Finn can come off as arrogant, but it is usually all in good fun. He is a bit of a cut-up and will try and make those around him laugh if he feels uncomfortable. Which sometimes makes him seem outwardly confident when he really feels very vulnerable.
He doesn't take losing well and will typically sulk until he gets sufficiently drunk or regains his lost pride.
Likes:
-Booze; favorite is whiskey, but any alcohol will do nicely.
-Women
-Fine Cigars/Clove Cigarettes
-Rough-Housing
-Sex
-Barclay
-Picking on Arthur
-"No sh** there I was" stories
-Kilts; but he won't openly admit it.
-Irish Music; he's pretty good at playing it as well.
-Pubs
Dislikes:
-Not Having Booze
-Arthur; cause he can be a real prat sometimes.
-Arty's Da [Arthur's Father]
-Non-smoking bars
-
Fears:
-Getting old; and not being pretty anymore.
-Women; cause some of them are really crazy sometimes.
History:
Finn is the second oldest of several siblings. His parents moved to Belfast from Glasgow when he was 2 years old. He lived in Belfast with his older brother Barclay and his mother and father, until they got a divorce when he was 4. Very shortly after that his mother got remarried to an Englishman who lived in Belfast and she gave birth to their younger half-brother Arthur. Her new husband wanted to move back to England so they packed up and moved to England when Finn was around the age of 9.
Finn didn't like it in the house with this new 'father'. He was unkind to Finn and Barclay calling them bastards and leeches. Barclay soon grew tired of it and left to go and live with their father. Finn however, because of custody arrangements could only stay with their father during the summers.
When Finn turned 18, the Kirkland man, Arthur's father called him and Barclay worthless layabouts with nothing to offer society. Finn being the reasonable young man he was, upped with his fist and shattered the man's jaw. The Kirkland man spent time in the hospital and Finn was told to leave the home. Finn then went to go live with Barclay.
Journal Sample:
Ah, what should I write about?...
Finnegan's Log:
Arthur was a prat when I tried to say hello. Ever since that thing with his da. I guess he hasn't forgiven me. Though it was the buggers own fault. He got his, aye.
It's kind of boring here. No bars nearby and no women that I have seen yet. Maybe they are hiding? Maybe they can't handle me? I can't blame them. I can barely handle myself sometimes.
I think that is all I have for now, maybe later I will ahve something better to put here?~ Until then.
-Finn
Roleplay Sample:
Finnegan quickly darted from street to street. The rain was a steady drizzle and he was beginning to feel the dampness seep into his wool coat. He hissed as the cold touched his skin. "Damn it all. Wher' is dat bugger..." He said turning around in a circle, looking around. Barclay was late. What was new? The older man was never on time. He would have been late to his own wake, Finn swore.
Finn impatiently paced and decided that waiting in the rain was shyte. He was going to wait in a nice warm pub. With plenty of nice warm lasses to keep him company. And a nice pint of Guinness. He took off for the closest pub to which he and Barclay were regulars. He pushed open the door wit ha relieved sigh as the warm air hit his face.
Relief was overwhelmed by anger when he saw Barclay hunched against the bar-top, mumbling in such a way Finn knew he had been there a good while. Finn took great joy in walking up behind him and taking him from his stool in his stupor.
"An' tha' was fer makin' me wai' in da rain. Ah hope it hurt boy-o." He smirked as he bent down to help his brother to his feet. No matter what he did to Barclay, no matter how bad their quarrels, they always made up quickly. And were back to their antics in no time.
Such was their bond as brothers.
Country: North Ireland
Gender: Most assuredly Male
Age: 23
Camp guide or teen?: "Camp guide"
Appearance:
Finn also has a diversion for shaving on a regular basis, so some of the time he has a stubbly beard that he thinks is quite rugged.
Finn is 6' and has a muscular build and broad shoulders compared to Arthur.
He isn't burly by any means, but he can sure hold his own, and a couple others, in a fight.
[[ignore the pic's eyes, his are an emerald green >.>']]
Personality:
Finn is a outgoing individual with a curiosity for all things that could get him in trouble. He can, and is, at times be an arrogant asshole. But when it comes down to it, he is just trying to hide his own insecurities. When it comes to women, he is as charming as they come. He has a reputation as a real 'lady-killer'.
He and Barclay always make a friendly game of it when they go out to the pubs.
Finn has the redhead temperament with enough bite to back it up. And he loves a good bar fight. He will back up Barclay in a fight whether he thinks he is right or not. He is a loyal man to his friends and a sore to those he finds irritating.
Finn can come off as arrogant, but it is usually all in good fun. He is a bit of a cut-up and will try and make those around him laugh if he feels uncomfortable. Which sometimes makes him seem outwardly confident when he really feels very vulnerable.
He doesn't take losing well and will typically sulk until he gets sufficiently drunk or regains his lost pride.
Likes:
-Booze; favorite is whiskey, but any alcohol will do nicely.
-Women
-Fine Cigars/Clove Cigarettes
-Rough-Housing
-Sex
-Barclay
-Picking on Arthur
-"No sh** there I was" stories
-Kilts; but he won't openly admit it.
-Irish Music; he's pretty good at playing it as well.
-Pubs
Dislikes:
-Not Having Booze
-Arthur; cause he can be a real prat sometimes.
-Arty's Da [Arthur's Father]
-Non-smoking bars
-
Fears:
-Getting old; and not being pretty anymore.
-Women; cause some of them are really crazy sometimes.
History:
Finn is the second oldest of several siblings. His parents moved to Belfast from Glasgow when he was 2 years old. He lived in Belfast with his older brother Barclay and his mother and father, until they got a divorce when he was 4. Very shortly after that his mother got remarried to an Englishman who lived in Belfast and she gave birth to their younger half-brother Arthur. Her new husband wanted to move back to England so they packed up and moved to England when Finn was around the age of 9.
Finn didn't like it in the house with this new 'father'. He was unkind to Finn and Barclay calling them bastards and leeches. Barclay soon grew tired of it and left to go and live with their father. Finn however, because of custody arrangements could only stay with their father during the summers.
When Finn turned 18, the Kirkland man, Arthur's father called him and Barclay worthless layabouts with nothing to offer society. Finn being the reasonable young man he was, upped with his fist and shattered the man's jaw. The Kirkland man spent time in the hospital and Finn was told to leave the home. Finn then went to go live with Barclay.
Journal Sample:
Ah, what should I write about?...
Finnegan's Log:
Arthur was a prat when I tried to say hello. Ever since that thing with his da. I guess he hasn't forgiven me. Though it was the buggers own fault. He got his, aye.
It's kind of boring here. No bars nearby and no women that I have seen yet. Maybe they are hiding? Maybe they can't handle me? I can't blame them. I can barely handle myself sometimes.
I think that is all I have for now, maybe later I will ahve something better to put here?~ Until then.
-Finn
Roleplay Sample:
Finnegan quickly darted from street to street. The rain was a steady drizzle and he was beginning to feel the dampness seep into his wool coat. He hissed as the cold touched his skin. "Damn it all. Wher' is dat bugger..." He said turning around in a circle, looking around. Barclay was late. What was new? The older man was never on time. He would have been late to his own wake, Finn swore.
Finn impatiently paced and decided that waiting in the rain was shyte. He was going to wait in a nice warm pub. With plenty of nice warm lasses to keep him company. And a nice pint of Guinness. He took off for the closest pub to which he and Barclay were regulars. He pushed open the door wit ha relieved sigh as the warm air hit his face.
Relief was overwhelmed by anger when he saw Barclay hunched against the bar-top, mumbling in such a way Finn knew he had been there a good while. Finn took great joy in walking up behind him and taking him from his stool in his stupor.
"An' tha' was fer makin' me wai' in da rain. Ah hope it hurt boy-o." He smirked as he bent down to help his brother to his feet. No matter what he did to Barclay, no matter how bad their quarrels, they always made up quickly. And were back to their antics in no time.
Such was their bond as brothers.
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OoC Information
Name: Nemo or Tori, whatever
Timezone: Eastern Standard time [USA]
Experience: I used to rp when i was much younger but i stopped for a few years. i have been rping again for a little over a year.
Contact information:PM me for it
Anything else? Fishies....that is what.
