Post by MeltedChocolate on Sept 14, 2007 23:32:15 GMT -5
Name- Finch
Nickname- none
Gender- Male
Height- 5 ft 10 in
Weight- 167
Any marking/tatto- He has a twisting green vine around his wrist, there are several scars on his body, the most commenly seen one is on his left cheek, it's a long gash from a blade that begins below his ear and ends close to his chin.
Species- Human
Age- 21 years old
Job- None really, he steals lives on the street, and is a lone thug hoodie and all.
Appearance- Finch is of average height, he always wears a hoodie that has words written all over it. He wrote those words, they seem to rearrange themselves when you aren't looking, the words are written in black, and the jacket's original color was grey. His hair is dyed red, and touches the back of his neck in the back, his bangs go down to his chin. He wears black torn up shoes that look like they're gonna fall apart. His blue jeans are stained black from all the pollution of the cars and allies. Finch carries a 9mm silver handgun hidden in his hoodie, he alos carries a five inch long black switch blade, he won't hiesitate to use either on you. His face is obscrured beneath the metal muzzle of a respirator, he lost the ablity to breath when a knife thrust to his chest screwed something up, he barely lived and it had been pure luck there was a respiator in a pawn shop across the street. A small power pack sits inbetween his shoulder blades, one thick hollow tube runs from it to the black flat muzzle that covers most of his face, obscruing most of his feelings.
Skin color- It's an unual white, he doesn't like broad day light because he doesn't want somebody to recognize him from some wanted poster.
Mood- It mainly consists of an insane glint in his big black eyes, or any other emotion in his eyes. Other then that, nothing.
Personality- Finch is smart, you wouldn't want to piss him off walking down the street, you'd get pounched or stabbed. He's usually hyper and kind of insane. He might laugh when he's robbing you, or he might cry. He doesn't like people period, and if for some unforseen reason he seems to like you, then wow... He hates when people try to argue with him and when the cops show up. He likes graffiting buildings and walls, and sharpening his knife.
History- Coming...
Nickname- none
Gender- Male
Height- 5 ft 10 in
Weight- 167
Any marking/tatto- He has a twisting green vine around his wrist, there are several scars on his body, the most commenly seen one is on his left cheek, it's a long gash from a blade that begins below his ear and ends close to his chin.
Species- Human
Age- 21 years old
Job- None really, he steals lives on the street, and is a lone thug hoodie and all.
Appearance- Finch is of average height, he always wears a hoodie that has words written all over it. He wrote those words, they seem to rearrange themselves when you aren't looking, the words are written in black, and the jacket's original color was grey. His hair is dyed red, and touches the back of his neck in the back, his bangs go down to his chin. He wears black torn up shoes that look like they're gonna fall apart. His blue jeans are stained black from all the pollution of the cars and allies. Finch carries a 9mm silver handgun hidden in his hoodie, he alos carries a five inch long black switch blade, he won't hiesitate to use either on you. His face is obscrured beneath the metal muzzle of a respirator, he lost the ablity to breath when a knife thrust to his chest screwed something up, he barely lived and it had been pure luck there was a respiator in a pawn shop across the street. A small power pack sits inbetween his shoulder blades, one thick hollow tube runs from it to the black flat muzzle that covers most of his face, obscruing most of his feelings.
Skin color- It's an unual white, he doesn't like broad day light because he doesn't want somebody to recognize him from some wanted poster.
Mood- It mainly consists of an insane glint in his big black eyes, or any other emotion in his eyes. Other then that, nothing.
Personality- Finch is smart, you wouldn't want to piss him off walking down the street, you'd get pounched or stabbed. He's usually hyper and kind of insane. He might laugh when he's robbing you, or he might cry. He doesn't like people period, and if for some unforseen reason he seems to like you, then wow... He hates when people try to argue with him and when the cops show up. He likes graffiting buildings and walls, and sharpening his knife.
History- Coming...
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