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Basic info
Name: Fionn Finneus MacGorm.
Age: Eighteen years of age.
Birthday: October 23rd.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 195 pounds
Face Claim: Original drawing.
Stats
STR: 4
DEF: 4
RES: 3
SPT: 1
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Group: Extremists.
Likes:
-Music.
-Composing.
-The Blues.
-His Guitar.
-Cigarettes (Though not just anywhere).
-Booze (Though he's not just going to drink in plain sight).
-Quiet.
-Drawing.
-The occasional brawl.
-Close friends.
-Cooking and good meals.
-Escapism.
-The smell of a wet alleyway at night.
Dislikes:
-Bad music.
-Metal.
-The flute.
-Lack of Cigarettes.
-Overly erratic people.
-Overconfident people.
-Those with the privilege of wealth.
-Those that are nothing more than acquaintances.
-Junk food.
Fears:
-His own mortality.
-His debts.
-The mob.
-His past.
-His personality.
-God.
Overall Personality: Fionn doesn't just dress like a mixture of a homeless man and a lounge singer; he pretty much is one!
He talks the talk and walks the walk of an up-and-coming blues musician yet manages to keep that crippling alcoholism and cigarette dependency you'd expect from someone who had lived on the street half their life.
The man is "kind" and open but plays around a lot.
He wisecracks and often comes across as rude and insulting even if it is not his intention to do so.
When calm nothing can faze him and it's damn hard to get him out of calm.
Fionn keeps himself as calm as he can in tough situations and is a reliable leader and tactician. Whilst not the most academically intelligent his street smarts and cunning could give a chess-master a heart attack.
Following this he'll easily thrust himself into a dangerous situation just for the hell of it.
This has the side effect of sometimes coming across as selfless bravery despite being false bravado.
He is as clean and tidy as you'd expect him to be; not a bachelor slob but also not a housemaid.
His major downfall personality wise is the fact that his bravery and attempts to laugh at death are all but a facade.
Underneath he's dead inside.
He's owed money to the wrong people for so long that all he can feel is scared. While he's wisecracking at you he's fearing for his life.
As soon as sufficient stress builds up and he loses the calm Fionn breaks down.
When he breaks down he's practically useless and more a burden than anything.
In the end he'd rather be playing the piano.
Abilities
Aura type: Fionn carries a healing Aura.
Aura Color: A dark navy blue.
Semblance: Hard Knock Blues: A defense and attack type Semblence.
A life of debt and street smarts takes a toll on a man.
As such he's had to change himself into a hard man. A man who will laugh in the face of death even if he's empty inside and only pretending to walk the walk.
Fionn is capable of coating an object in something akin to a crystalline structure. Objects affected will gain a blue sheen about them.
No, humans beside himself are not affected.
What is affected are metals, cloths, and whatever else you feel like thinking up.
He uses this ability to harden his clothes into a formidable armour. However due to his inexperience objects affected will gain somewhat visible "fault lines" which act as weakspots that can shatter the Semblance's effect or even shatter the crystals itself.
He can also use this to harden his poorly crafted blade into something that can withstand the attacks of even a Nevermore.
This gives it a damage buff allowing it all that you'd imagine.
He has to be in contact with an object by touch or by extension for this ability to take effect.
Item 1: Weapon: Royale.
A simple bastard sword design tried and true is the outer look of this blade
I mean... and that's all it is.
It's just a very sharp blade that looks similar to what a medieval mercenary might wield.
Beyond that it's a good conduit for his Semblance. He can buff it heavily by crystallizing its exterior.
Item 2: Magical Armor:
A necklace featuring a silver cross attached to a cheap piece of black twine. He found it under a bridge one day.
What, you expected some sad story about finding it on his fathers corpse? No, he found it under a bridge.
Keeps him safe against dust it does.
It's essentially an omnipresent invisible barrier that creates a visual effect when impacted with dust attacks.
The effect is like watching water drip into a lake. A rippled blue wave pattern erupts at the site of the hit.
History and Sample
- History:
- Born on the streets raised in poverty, what else is there to say?
Fionn was the son of an abused mother and a drunkard father. His father was a washed up musician who didn't have the money to drink yet he did it anyway.
They lived in squalor yet they got by as a... family? No, that's not the word. They were more like two scared puppies and an angry lightning bolt striking across a mountain.
The mans father owed money to the wrong people. He'd spent his days partying and following the groove of those he deemed to be "cool". This lead him down the path of destruction that eventually took his life.
One day after a show the girl he'd been messing around with turned up pregnant. She was a beautiful girl with long red locks and dazzling green eyes. However, she was young and stupid just like the man she'd been with.
The two of them called a shotgun wedding and attempted to salvage from the situation what they could... or at least the mother did. You see the father didn't want to give up talking the talk even if he could no longer walk the walk.
Rent and food prices were bad. The price of winter heating was bad. The price of everything was bad yet the man never stopped to pay attention to his wife or child. Fionn's only true father figure was himself for the only thing his father ever taught him was how to hold a guitar.
Hell, the T.V would've been a better dad. With its cartoons starring Huntsmen and their exploits it was one of the few inspirations in the young mans life.
And then, the mother came down with one disease or another. The stress of her housewife life didn't help her in the slightest... especially not with how that man acted when he got a bit too much drink.
No money, no hospital. No money meant the blues ran through the MacGorm household for a long long time.
Perhaps it was a bit of guilt that got him in the end, perhaps it was the debt from his partying days stacking up? Be it the ruining of his son or the threatening letters stuck on the door something made that old man snap.
And so snap he did with a bang.
A bang that woke the now middleschool aged Fionn up from his nap.
A bang that tossed the note he'd written prior from his hands and into the warm puddle of red.
The kid was alone now.
The debts passed from one generation to another.
The child was going to be evicted.
The notes started arriving.
Money needed to be earned.
The boy watched the T.V one more time before leaving the house. A rerun of his favourite childhood action show was playing.
"Ultimate Huntress VS the Grimm will return after these important messages!"
A school application number showed itself at the end of the show.
Fionn left the home one final time.
- RP Sample:
- Fionn decided to cut his losses and sit in a nearby corner. It wasn't that he was an edgy brooding bastard or anything like that, it was more that he didn't want to get caught if he lit up. He sat down and took a bite out of whatever it was he'd grabbed, savouring the taste but knowing he could do better himself.
The sword on his back swished and jangled ever so slightly as he shuffled about, pulling one stick of addiction fuel from out of his back-pocket. Quietly, and with the hope that no one would notice, he lit the tiny cigarette. Fionn was far enough from anyone else that they probably couldn't see or smell the ashes, right?
Only one problem.
Smokers aren't known for their sense of smell.
Those sitting nearby would be all too aware of the man and that burning scent that flowed from his lips.
And so a normally quite smart man made a foolish decision based on an urge he could barely control.
