Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 13:53:40 GMT -5
FINLEY REID KNIGHT
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: Sixteen.
FACE CLAIM: Luke Worrall.
YEAR: Sixth.
HOUSE: Slytherin.
OCCUPATION: N/A.
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood.
WAND TYPE:
Eleven inches, Kneazle whisker, Ebony.
PETS:
Only an Owl at Hogwarts, goes by the name of 'Bird'.
ABILITIES:
Animal Affinity. He can't communicate with them, but it does make COMC go by much more smoothly when he knows the likelihood of being bitten by his studies is substantially lower.
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LIKES:
POTIONS and HERBOLOGY.
"The two actually go hand in hand. I took a shine to herbology when I was younger, don't ask me how young, I don't exactly have a picture perfect memory of my childhood. But anyway, my aunt noticed my enjoyment of the subject and paid for private instruction, 'you're never too young to have an expertise.' Potions were a natural expansion from herbology, most of the plants I learnt to grow and nurture had properties that my instructor taught me were useful in certain potions. By the time I started at Hogwarts I was one step ahead of the other students in these subjects, it's only natural to like something that you can beat others at. Isn't it?"
QUIDDITCH.
"There wasn't much for me to do between my classes, so I played on the small broom I'd snatched from my Aunt's friend's kid, I remember thinking I'd done him a favour because all he ever did was fall off of the bloody thing anyway. Even now I plan to try my best to get on the house team. As a Beater would be best, can't think of any other position that would allow me to whack the opposition into falling from a great height. So sue me, it's therapeutic."
FOOD.
"It's the quickest way to get me to like you, feed me and I'm usually quite compliant. I'm not really all that nice when hungry.."
BUGS.
"Particularly spiders, there's quite a few to be found in the dungeon. Course, if I find one climbing on me and it catches me by surprise it will be squished. I don't like things taking me by surprise. Otherwise though, I like them."
DISLIKES:
RULES.
"Why wouldn't somebody dislike rules? They prevent people from doing what they want, when they want. Simple as."
EARLY MORNINGS.
"Wake me at your own risk. Early mornings suck, especially if I've had a particularly late night. Eleven is usually the best time of day for me to roll out of bed, obviously I can't always do that or else miss classes, not to mention breakfast. I hate mornings, but breakfast is very enjoyable. I wish Hogwarts had room service, waking up to the smell of bacon would make me very happy."
IDIOTS.
"If you're a moron I won't be able to stop myself from telling you so. I have a limited patience with anybody idiotic. Unless I'm drunk, in which case be as much of a dumbass as you want, I'll just zone you right out."
CONFUSION.
"I don't like not knowing what's going on. I don't expect to be let in on the ins and outs of everybody's lives, but people dancing around their true meaning to things, or keeping secrets but making hints. Screw them, I don't like it and if there's anything that'll make me mad, that's one way to do so."
BIGGEST FEAR:
DROWNING.
"I remember being young and having my street smarts taught to me by a paranoid aunt who pretty much imagines any bad scenario in her head. She then goes on to transfer those overly cautious fears of hers to us. Our first and only holiday to the seaside came with the lectures and, quite frankly, horrible tales of people being claimed by the sea. I later found out that it was the honest way my uncle passed .. All I could think of for months after was how terrified people must be, how helpless against the ocean's currents. I had nightmares. Not that I do now, of course. It's just one of those ingrained pain in the ahem things.. I'm not frightened of water in pools and the such, just of the ocean and rivers.. Maybe lakes too.. I don't like the idea of moving channels just waiting to drag you down, or weeds, they're just as bad. So no more seaside holidays, or lakeside dips for me thanks. Ever."
PERSONALITY:
Sarcastic.
He doesn't tend to take any situation seriously and in his mind there's nothing that can't be responded too with a measured dose of sarcasm. At times he should keep his lips closed, but it never turns out that way. It's almost as if he likes winding people up just for his entertainment.
Defensive.
He will jump down anybody's throat if he thinks they're accusing or even slightly mocking him. It makes him difficult to have a joke with, people can generally only get away with it if he respects them already. Either that or they've given him food, that tends to brighten his mood considerably. As does alcohol.
Blunt.
Mostly because he just doesn't tend to think before he speaks. He won't tread on eggshells around anybody, he will speak his mind because he's never been given reason to bite his tongue before.
Twisted sense of humour.
He finds things funny that not everybody else would do.. Dark humour is more to his liking than any 'knock knock' jokes.
Irrational and Stubborn.
If he's made up his mind about something then there's no use in trying to change it. He will not listen to reason and sometimes his own beliefs can seem completely insane, he can blind himself to the truth at will. If anybody does manage to convince him to change his mind it'd be a feat to be sure.
Impatient.
He likes things to be prompt, waiting around isn't something that he likes doing with his 'precious' time.
Talkative.
Oh he might not be the friendliest of people but he still does like to talk, quite a lot in fact. Maybe it's because he likes to hear the sound of his own voice, or perhaps it's because the more he talks the more other people do.
Loyal.
An honest man of his word. If he ever makes a promise he would never break it. Which is a reason why he's often so blunt, he won't lie to make anybody feel better. He would also never keep a secret, or betray somebody who he sees as a friend. I wouldn't go as far as to say he's protective, mostly due to the fact that he believes that anybody he does befriend can protect themselves. They would have to in order to put up with him on a monday morning.
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MOTHER: Diane Knight (formerly Stewart), incarcerated.
FATHER: Liam Knight, incarcerated.
GUARDIAN: Danielle Stewart
SIBLINGS: Darren Stewart (fifteen, hufflepuff), Adelaine Stewart (sixteen, gryffindor)
HISTORY:
There's not much to say about the meeting of Diane and Liam, they were two peas in a pod even from a young age. They were definitely troublesome teenagers within the walls of Hogwarts and that went on to evolve into criminal lives after they had both graduated. Finley's other came from a much softer home than that of his father, it was her love for him that drove her to the live that she ended up living. If you can call her life actually 'living'. A child wasn't exactly what they wanted in life, but she ended up falling pregnant and Finley was born as an instant annoyance in their lives.
The story of his parents changes even to this day so Finley isn't actually one hundred percent sure on what the truth is. All he knows is that it must have been something horrendous to get them thrown into the miserable abyss that is Azkaban. He was only five years of age when he was passed over to his mother's sister and placed under her care. His Aunt had two children of her own, near around Finley's age and so she took the small boy into her home and raised him as if he were her own.
His life has been pretty uneventful, and when i uneventful i mean to say boring. He was tutored from a young age on various subjects instead of attended school like his cousins. He would always argue with other children, not do as he was told and generally just be rude and disrespectful to teachers. So he had no real place among his peers, his Aunt thought home schooling would be the best way forward for him and so she was right. Without any distractions he turned out to be a quick study and learnt his lessons quickly. It was something to drive out the monotony of other day to day activities.
He was expecting his Hogwarts letter when his eleventh birthday came around and when it came there was no real surprise. He was elated, of course, he'd finally be able to get away from the ever watchful eye of his Aunt for nearly a year at a time. He tends to stay over the Christmas holidays with the excuse that he wants to get as much work done as possible. The truth is that he'd rather lounge in his own company than force himself to pretend to be happy with her constantly reprimanding him over every sentence that passes his lips.
Only the third Christmas he returned home and he found it lacking compared to the quieter and free festive days around the castle. He was never the only kid within the stone walls on the holidays but the security for the school seemed to lack just enough for the teens to be able to visit Hogsmead without intervention. With fewer people around Finley found it easier to be himself and lower his usually steadfast sarcastic defence, it made socialisation more enjoyable, heck, it even made mornings a bit more bearable without the chatter of voices buzzing around him like an irritating bug he just wants to squish. He found his closest friends in those days (who I may fill out a wanted ad for later), people he let loose fireworks in the dungeons with, played small quidditch matches with, terrorised the elves in the kitchens, freaked out the younger muggle borns with the thestrals, concocted potions in the common rooms to spike other students, discreetly start food fights in the halls, even flood the bathroom that one time. That was a mistake he was never going to make again. At least having partners in crime shares out the punishment. A definite bonus.
Finley, admittedly, has very few friends, yet those that he does have he prefers to stay in their company. There aren't many people who accept him for the grumpy and sometimes downright rude guy that he is, but those that do won't be on the receiving end of a curse. He likes the person that he becomes around these few individuals, relaxing around others has never been easy for him, especially because he lives with a wacky woman who would probably just say 'I told you this would happen' if he ever made any kind of dark joke. When somebody thinks you're being deadly serious when you're actually joking around just sucks all of the fun out of a situation. And he hates feeling awkward, there's nothing worse than an awkward silence.
He does love his Aunt, but she seems to think that since he was housed into Slytherin, and because of his general demeanor, that he'll end up being just like his parents. 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree,' is a saying that she's particularly fond of, her words almost sing-song as she speaks it at least twice a day. Although with his guardian expecting him to be a disappointment and a criminal he's determined to do something of worth in his life. Perhaps be a healer, or maybe, if he gets the grades, join the ranks of the Aurors. After all, he can already think like a bad guy, isn't that one of the best ways in which to catch them?
extra little bit of info i couldn't think of where to slide in:
The one experience that Finley hasn't really touched upon is love. All of the other emotions, even those fuelled by alcohol have coursed through his veins. That does include lust, ladies and gentleman, by no means is this snake an innocent little virgin. There are a few scorned girls around the school. Emotions of that nature always make him feel incredibly out of place, he will flirt, to an extent, but once he starts to feel something for somebody he'll just shrug his shoulders of that person and leave them high and dry. Even he's not entirely sure why he reacts in that way and he's not one to psychoanalyse himself, so he'll probably continue treating potential love interests like crap. It'd take somebody just as stubborn and as persistent to break through to him.
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