Post by Nico on Jan 29, 2009 15:33:24 GMT -5
Name: Finch Adelle Greyback
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Alliance: Dark {but only because that's where Sparrow's alliances lie}
Breed: Werewolf
Location: Wolf
Appearance:
Human; Ice-blue eyes look upon the world with quiet kindness. Wavy, dirt-blonde hair flittered softly in the breeze. Her pallid complexion glimmered softly in the pale moon light. Long, black eyelashes brush her cheeks as she blinks, looking around with wonder.
Wolf; Thick, beige fur laden with snow ruffles atop rippling feminine muscles as charcoal paw pads press firmly into the snow blanketed ground. No black or white strands of fur flecked her pure tawny canvas.
Personality: Finch is, simply put, devoutly loyal. She follows her brother any where and every where. As a resut of this, she has absolutely no self confidence. Over the years, Finch has became extremely shy and introverted. Deep down, she longs to follow someone other than Sparrow around, but she's afraid to. That would break their routine.. And possibly Sparrow's heart..
History:
In essence;
Sparrow and Finch grew up together in an orphanage. They were both adopted by the Kallyn family, raised as normal children, attending public school, spending time with friends, and what have you. At fifteen, Finch was bitten by Sparrow's friend Skyler. In a fit of rage, Sparrow attacked Skyler, both escaped with serious injuries. Several days later, they realized the effect that the bite had on them, and ran away to protect their foster family. They've been on the move for the last five years, and most likely won't settle down.
Five years prior;
Finch giggled as she danced just shy of the clutches of the blonde boy pursuing her in the back yard of her brother Sparrow's house. Her blonde hair fluttered in the breeze behind her as she ran, the grace with which she moved causing her to seem as though she was hovering inches above the ground. She liked her pursuer-who was named Skyler. He was nice to her, and Finch liked nice people. Her crystalline blue eyes sparkled as they met her brother's beautiful amber eyes. Her heart soared when she saw him. Finch was two years younger than him, but Finch was unbelievably loyal to him. Her love for him surpassed her affinity for anything else. As she kept her eye on him, she saw his expression change, to something of surprise, then horror. "Skyler..." she heard him begin to say. But before he could finish, Skyler released a horrific snarl and Finch felt weighted down by some unseen force. She felt warm breath on her neck, then icy jaws clamp around her neck. She shuddered, but didn't resist; she felt mesmerized, and entranced almost. like fashion. Finch succumed to his touch, her eyes slowly closing, then reopening as she released a ragged breathe. The world fell silent; she didn't feel the excruciating pain, or the silvery fangs which pierced her neck. She didn't hear Sparrow's cry. She didn't even realize that she had been relieved of the smothering weight of Skyler. She didn't remember what happened next. Her mind had repressed the rest of the memory.
Finch Adelle Greyback 's been on the run, drivin' in the sun lookin' out for number one.
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to ocean beach hospital for the clinically insane. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
California here we come,
right back where we started from.[/color][/font][/center]
"Just Finch, please."
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"I'm female."
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Mm, eighteen.."
I think..
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"Shape? Uh, I run.. A lot.."
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?[/b][/color]
"Blonde? Mhm."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Five feet and three inches."
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"George Clooney? Oh. Um, I'm straight."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT. EVER BEEN SAILING?
"Nope. If Sparrow hasn't, I haven't!"
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"I just like to hang out with Sparrow."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"I also like to ..uh.. well, you know, regular stuff."
Wow. I don't do anything other than shadow Sparrow..
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"I don't really like being alone. Not at all.."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"Um, hm.. I'm good at drawing.. kinda.."
... I guess I don't really allot myself enough time to develop any talents..
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"Taking care of myself..."
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"You prolly can.."
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"I like assertion."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"Oh. Physically? I don't know. Personality wise though, I'd like him to be sensitive to my feelings, but assertive at the same time."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"Oh.. I'm sorry..."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"Alright."
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Kiwi."
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"Uh.. I don't have one."
Shit, I haven't even sat down to walk a movie since I was eleven..
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"...Evanescence?"
FAVORITE DRINK?
"Just Coke."
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"In school?" God it's been a while.. "History."
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"...Am I supposed to have a favorite? ....Poshy? Wait... What were the options? Who are the Spice Girls?!"
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
This one I know..
"Malcolm in the Middle!"
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"Christmas. Winter."
FAVORITE WORD?
"Bird!"
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"...Honestly, I don't have one."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Morning."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"Red."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"Burned."
FAVORITE TOY?
"...Are you serious?"
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"I'm just kinda quiet, and shy. I'm sorry there isn't anything more I can tell you, that's only because there isn't anything more.."
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"Sparrow is my family."
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN OCEAN BEACH, SAN FRANCISCO?
"I followed Sparrow."
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"I don't have a religion."
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"A job? I'm not sure.."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"Sparrow. But I'm sure that's not what you meant. No, I'm single."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"Just a movie would be nice."
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Mm.. no, that's okay."
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"No, not really. I'mma go hang out with Sparrow now, it was nice talking to you."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"Oh.. Okay..?"
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say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll send vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
be as sexy as you think the cullens are. uh-huh.[/center]
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Alliance: Dark {but only because that's where Sparrow's alliances lie}
Breed: Werewolf
Location: Wolf
Appearance:
Human; Ice-blue eyes look upon the world with quiet kindness. Wavy, dirt-blonde hair flittered softly in the breeze. Her pallid complexion glimmered softly in the pale moon light. Long, black eyelashes brush her cheeks as she blinks, looking around with wonder.
Wolf; Thick, beige fur laden with snow ruffles atop rippling feminine muscles as charcoal paw pads press firmly into the snow blanketed ground. No black or white strands of fur flecked her pure tawny canvas.
Personality: Finch is, simply put, devoutly loyal. She follows her brother any where and every where. As a resut of this, she has absolutely no self confidence. Over the years, Finch has became extremely shy and introverted. Deep down, she longs to follow someone other than Sparrow around, but she's afraid to. That would break their routine.. And possibly Sparrow's heart..
History:
In essence;
Sparrow and Finch grew up together in an orphanage. They were both adopted by the Kallyn family, raised as normal children, attending public school, spending time with friends, and what have you. At fifteen, Finch was bitten by Sparrow's friend Skyler. In a fit of rage, Sparrow attacked Skyler, both escaped with serious injuries. Several days later, they realized the effect that the bite had on them, and ran away to protect their foster family. They've been on the move for the last five years, and most likely won't settle down.
Five years prior;
Finch giggled as she danced just shy of the clutches of the blonde boy pursuing her in the back yard of her brother Sparrow's house. Her blonde hair fluttered in the breeze behind her as she ran, the grace with which she moved causing her to seem as though she was hovering inches above the ground. She liked her pursuer-who was named Skyler. He was nice to her, and Finch liked nice people. Her crystalline blue eyes sparkled as they met her brother's beautiful amber eyes. Her heart soared when she saw him. Finch was two years younger than him, but Finch was unbelievably loyal to him. Her love for him surpassed her affinity for anything else. As she kept her eye on him, she saw his expression change, to something of surprise, then horror. "Skyler..." she heard him begin to say. But before he could finish, Skyler released a horrific snarl and Finch felt weighted down by some unseen force. She felt warm breath on her neck, then icy jaws clamp around her neck. She shuddered, but didn't resist; she felt mesmerized, and entranced almost. like fashion. Finch succumed to his touch, her eyes slowly closing, then reopening as she released a ragged breathe. The world fell silent; she didn't feel the excruciating pain, or the silvery fangs which pierced her neck. She didn't hear Sparrow's cry. She didn't even realize that she had been relieved of the smothering weight of Skyler. She didn't remember what happened next. Her mind had repressed the rest of the memory.
Finch Adelle Greyback 's been on the run, drivin' in the sun lookin' out for number one.
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to ocean beach hospital for the clinically insane. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
California here we come,
right back where we started from.
"Just Finch, please."
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"I'm female."
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Mm, eighteen.."
I think..
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"Shape? Uh, I run.. A lot.."
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?[/b][/color]
"Blonde? Mhm."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Five feet and three inches."
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"George Clooney? Oh. Um, I'm straight."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT. EVER BEEN SAILING?
"Nope. If Sparrow hasn't, I haven't!"
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"I just like to hang out with Sparrow."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"I also like to ..uh.. well, you know, regular stuff."
Wow. I don't do anything other than shadow Sparrow..
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"I don't really like being alone. Not at all.."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"Um, hm.. I'm good at drawing.. kinda.."
... I guess I don't really allot myself enough time to develop any talents..
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"Taking care of myself..."
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"You prolly can.."
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"I like assertion."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"Oh. Physically? I don't know. Personality wise though, I'd like him to be sensitive to my feelings, but assertive at the same time."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"Oh.. I'm sorry..."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"Alright."
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Kiwi."
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"Uh.. I don't have one."
Shit, I haven't even sat down to walk a movie since I was eleven..
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"...Evanescence?"
FAVORITE DRINK?
"Just Coke."
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"In school?" God it's been a while.. "History."
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"...Am I supposed to have a favorite? ....Poshy? Wait... What were the options? Who are the Spice Girls?!"
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
This one I know..
"Malcolm in the Middle!"
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"Christmas. Winter."
FAVORITE WORD?
"Bird!"
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"...Honestly, I don't have one."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Morning."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"Red."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"Burned."
FAVORITE TOY?
"...Are you serious?"
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"I'm just kinda quiet, and shy. I'm sorry there isn't anything more I can tell you, that's only because there isn't anything more.."
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"Sparrow is my family."
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN OCEAN BEACH, SAN FRANCISCO?
"I followed Sparrow."
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"I don't have a religion."
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"A job? I'm not sure.."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"Sparrow. But I'm sure that's not what you meant. No, I'm single."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"Just a movie would be nice."
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Mm.. no, that's okay."
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"No, not really. I'mma go hang out with Sparrow now, it was nice talking to you."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"Oh.. Okay..?"
[/size]
[/ul]
say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll send vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
be as sexy as you think the cullens are. uh-huh.[/center]
