Post by Fynne Claraty on Sept 12, 2008 20:18:18 GMT -5
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"Those damn Romanians."
Full Name»»
Fynne Claraty.
Date Born»» [/b]
December 6.
Age»» [/b]
Seventeen.
Year»» [/b]
Seventh.
Gender»» [/b]
Male.
Religion»» [/b]
Fynne is a declared Agnostic. He thinks that both vehement Atheists and vehement Christians are grating.
Sexual Orientation»» [/b]
He likes it traditional.
You know.
The eclair and the doughtnut traditional.
Pet/s/»» [/b]
None. He claims allergy, but really, yellow stains on a carpet are not attractive in any way, shape, or form.
Blood Status»» [/b]
Half-Blood. Mum was a wizard, dad was a muggle.
Wand»» [/b]
13”, Mahogany, Demiguise hair.
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personality.
personality.
First Impression»» [/b]
The first thing you see is towering height and red hair. But first impressions of Fynne vary on the person. If he likes you and you like him, he can be one of the best friends you’ll ever have. If you’re a pretty female and he likes you, expect to be swept off your feet. However, due to complications with an illness of the dreaded sarcasm, some walk away irritated. Though, he was blessed with a friendly smile and an easygoing charisma that generally allows him to get along with most.
Self Image»» [/b]
Well, most males have egos. Fynne’s is roughly the size of China, maybe Russia when they were still intent on ruling the world and a bit larger. Usually he’s pretty content with himself, his skills, and his sense of humor. Feel free to poke fun at him all you want, he’ll reply with a smile and a pointed retort right back. There are a couple weak points in his overall defense, but he goes through great pains to keep those a secret. When it comes to magic, he’s very self-assured in Transfiguration.
Really. He thinks he’s a God in that classroom. One of his goals is to become an animagus.
Positive Traits»» [/b]
- Loyalty. If you’re one of his friends, he’s going to stand by you, even if it involves danger or sticking his neck out on the line. Occasionally he can be rash about it, but it’s all in a good name. He sticks to his guns on most everything when it comes to defending someone he loves.
- Protective. Again this fits in with loyalty. If you’re someone he really cares about, expect him to put you above himself if there’s ever a life or death situation. Even if whoever he’s protecting protests, he’s pretty much going to keep them safe.
- Fun-loving. Well, he has a slight adrenaline-addiction. Anything with a risk involved sounds like fun. This involves pranks, doing stupid things like jumping off a tower or untried tricks on a broom, or even going for a dip with the squid in the lake. It also includes Quidditch, in which he’s a damn good Keeper.
- Quick-thinking. In a panic situation, Fynne is the person in which everything slows down and he thinks at an extremely fast pace. In a second he has everything planned and strategized and ready to go. It’s definitely a useful skill, and he’s a person to rely on if it gets bad.
- Courageous. Sometimes, the redhead can be an idiot with courage. The front lines? Hell yeah. Sign him up. You know the crazy person jumping in front of that curse to save someone else? Yup. That was a flash of red hair you just saw. If he believes it’s right and the logic clicks that it’s the thing to do, he’s going to put everything he has into it.
- Trustworthy. If you've got a secret that you need off your chest, Fynne is practically a safe. Hell, even if you killed someone he wouldn't say anything. It's a very strong moral not to betray anything someone tells him.
- Witty. If there's one thing the Irishman likes, it's sarcasm. It's generally playful and good-natured, to make you smile and to loosen the air if there's dead silence. Though, for people he doesn't like, he uses dirt he has on them and sends more than a couple sharply pointed remarks in their direction.
Negative Traits»» [/b]
- Overprotective. It’s one of those things where if he really cares about you, expect to be known at all times. From a bad experience, Fynne wants to know where his loved ones are. Especially in a bad situation. It’s something he’s come to terms with, but nowhere near ready to give up on.
- Hot tempered. Well yeah. The whole classic, ‘Irish people have got a volcanic temper.’. It actually applies and has truth. Say just the wrong thing and you might get at the very least a raised eyebrow, and possibly a snap. All else fails, a grudge which can only be alleived by Belgian chocolate and perhaps a good-natured prank. Even against him, those make him smile.
- Distrusting. Now, don’t get this wrong. He really loves people, and talking to people. But you could have a three hour long conversation and at the end still not know much about him. He really knows how to evade certain subjects, and if somehow they’re brought up, he stays quiet, raises an eyebrow, and lets the other person talk until it becomes awkward or until he gets an escape.
- Self-conscious. Only around certain people does this attribute come into play. Most of the time, Fynne is as self-centered as the sun. The bright, glorious light of his ever luminescent ego. Except when he genuinely likes someone. Well, by someone, a female. Suddenly, he begins to overthink everything. Sometimes that ruins an otherwise fine relationship, and he actually has no idea that it’s something he does.
- Critical/Harsh. When the guy’s in a bad mood, you’ll know it. Sarcasm’ll shoot at you an angry toaster. And he’ll mean it to hurt, instead of his normal fare of playful picking. It’s not something he has control of, it just spills out. Usually, he’ll apologize for it later.
- Rash. Fynne's a smart kid, and is normally the one to think things through. But sometimes if he's in a panic, he'll do something stupid. Or if it involves an adrenaline rush. If you challenge him, Fynne's up for it. Even if it's ridiculously dangerous and idiotic.
Likes»» [/b]
- Sarcasm.
- Pranks.
- The ah, how you say, female species?
- Transfiguration.
- The color green. Call it stereotypical, but he’s Irish and proud of it.
- Apples. No explanation. He just loves them. And if a GIRL smells like apples, well...then that's just proof that God DOES exist and that he adores the hell out of Fynne.
- Quidditch.
- His dad’s muggle movies.
- Anything random and silly.
- Close friends.
- Chocolate.
Dislikes»» [/b]
- Peaches. Just something about them.
- Flip-flops. He feels they make an odd sound.
- Judgmental people.
- Feeling enclosed.
- Drama. Fynne tries to avoid it.
- Losing people.
Amortentia»» [/b]
A mix of musk, old book, leather, and apples.
Boggart»» [/b]
An ever-changing assortment of his friends lying dead on the floor.
Patronus»» [/b]
Fox.
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appearance.
appearance.
Height»» [/b]
6’3.
Weight»» [/b]
170.
Eye Color»» [/b]
Green.
Hair Color»» [/b]
Dark red.
Skin Color»» [/b]
A person who’s outside a lot. Slightly tanned.
Body Build»» [/b]
Almost completely made up of lean muscle. Very strong, but not overstated.
Nationality»» [/b]
Irish.
Distinctive Features»» [/b]
His red hair and height is definitely something that picks him out from a crowd. And the two inch long scar on his left wrist received from a birdhouse when he was five. That thing was evil.
Dress Style»» [/b]
Fynne’s favorite outfit consists of a leather bomber, green t-shirt, jeans, and black Chucks. Sometimes fingerless gloves. So very comfortable, laidback, and easy to move in.
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school life.
school life.
Social Status»» [/b]
Fynne’s rather high on the social scale, just out of sheer magnitude of friendliness. He talks to everyone possible, and tries to make friends with most of them. Just a very sociable person at heart.
Alliance»» [/b]
Neutral. Voldemort is not around, so both sides are rather moot to him at this point.
Career Goal»» [/b]
As cliche as it is, Fynne’s always wanted to be an Auror. It’s difficult, but he puts a lot of effort forth to see that it’ll happen.
Taken Courses&Grades»» [/b]
- Defense Against the Dark Arts :: O
- Transfiguration :: O
- Potions :: A
- Herbology :: E
- Arithmancy :: D
- Muggle Studies :: O
- History of Magic :: E
Favorite Classes»» [/b]
Transfiguration is Fynne’s all-time favorite. Just something about it pulled him in and he excels at it. Defense Against the Dark Arts is up there too, for sheer interest reasons.
Hated Classes»» [/b]
Arithmancy and Divination, for different reasons. Numbers just don’t click in Fynne’s head. Two plus three equals seven? And Divination, in his opinion, is a load of nonsense.
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history.
history.
Family»» [/b]
Father;; Allister Claraty__deceased
Mother;; Deidre Claraty__deceased
Paternal Uncle;; Connor Claraty__37 y.o.
Paternal Cousin;; Abigail Claraty__10 y.o.
Maternal Second Cousin;; Seamus Finnigan__(unknown)
Past»» [/b]
There was a freak accident, they said. There were only seven casualties, four deaths. Thank Heavens for that, they said. No, Fynne would not thank Heavens. You thank Heavens when your parents come home from a routine meeting at the Ministry when you’re twelve years old. No; you definitely do not thank Heavens when they don’t, when a young boy is left by himself. Fynne remembered that day clearly. The staunch devastation of losing those he loved most. He’d been quiet, shy, and in pain every day of his Second Year because of the ‘freak accident’.
Up until July 17th of that year, Fynne had led a normal, happy childhood in Dublin. A pretty little flat downtown so that his parents could work as magical architects, a fluffy cat his mother used to love to pet when she was stressed; and who died a few months after she did. He had always been an upbeat, playful child. So even when he moved in with his only uncle and his five-year-old daughter, the boy had kept some vestiges of his old humor and the gift of seeing fun in life. If only to keep Abigail entertained and happy. He invented toys that whizzed and (safely) exploded at her command, transfigured his ears into an elephant’s so that she could giggle profusely and tug on them happily. It was all a facade, until midway through the summer between Second and Third Years.
His year-old sadness was already beginning to grow stale; even at the death of his parents could Fynne hold on to bitterness for so long. It was ebbing away. The kicker came when he attempted to visit their grave. He hadn’t the guts to do it before, to face the imposing stone tablet that was much too formal for what his parents would have liked. He hadn’t even attended the funeral. There was still a seed of doubt. That they would come home unscathed randomly one evening and shout, ‘Surprise! It was all a trick. We just skipped down to Africa to do a nice new building in Rwanda...’. Or not. Still, he had never gone. And maybe they knew that he wouldn’t, for when he tried to get within a twenty-foot radius, he was bounced back. And the grass he hit when he landed on his back from the sheer force of the magic grew carnations. They were his mother’s favorite flower.
Fynne had smiled. He had picked one, stuck it into his pocket and walked away. They didn’t want him to see their grave. It was easier to remember his parents as soft, warm, breathing beings. Cold granite would tarnish that memory, and they didn’t want that. When Fynne had returned to Hogwarts in September, it was as if he was completely normal again.
Most of his Hogwarts education so far has been mildly interesting. He once got detention for four Saturdays for jumping off the Astronomy Tower to test a softener spell. It worked with only the result of one slightly sprained wrist, but still. The professors were not happy. They told him he was risking his life and that was a waste. But in Fynne's opinion, it's a waste not to risk your life. Otherwise, where's the fun?
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ooc.
ooc.
Your Name»» [/b]
Marieee.
Age»» [/b]
Fifteen.
Other Characters Here»» [/b]
None.
How You Found the Site»» [/b]
Anniemae.
Character's Playby»» [/b]
Michael Vinant.
Secret Word 1»» [/b]
Death Eaters Own.
Secret Word 2»» [/b]
Moldie Voldie. :]
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