Posts by Timcanpy

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§ The Player §
Display Name:
timcanpy
General Muse:
It's usually one or two paragraphs depending on how much I've already had to write at school
Activity:
I haven't been very active lately due to a spanish exam, but now that's over I should be on quite a bit
What should I call you?:
Tim or Amber, I don't really mind tbh

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§ Just the beginning §
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'Rain, rain go away! Come back another day!'

Name:
Finnian 'Finny' Brooks
Gender:
Male
Age:
24
Description of Appearance:
Finny is definitely on the taller side of folk, standing at 6'2''. His lanky limbs create a mess of arms and legs when he sits, making him look awkward and out of place in most venues. Despite his spindly build, however, Finnian is incredibly pretty. With pale, lengthy hair cascading down his shoulders and impeccably soft skin (everyone is sure he uses moisturiser), he is the very epitome of 'lithe'. Faint freckles dust his shoulders and shoulder blades, and his nails are almost always painted in one shade of pale pink. Finny's crystal blue eyes stand out in a stark contrast against his pale skin, and sometimes catch people by surprise. He prefers to wear simple, block coloured vests or shirts with ugly ties and jeans, depending on the weather. He owns a tux too, but he wouldn't be caught dead in it.
Personality:
He's a complete ass, to be completely honest. Finnian is completely self absorbed. Snide remarks and supposed 'words of wisdom' (which are actually just his way of telling other people that he is pretty) can be heard from him 40% of the time. He constantly flatters himself, and childishly sticks his tongue out at anyone who disagrees. He's also the crybaby of the year. Despite his self-admitted terrible personality, he's a surprisingly good teacher. Although breaking and entering shouldn't really be what anyone is good at, let alone enjoys, Finny absolutely adores it. If one of his students struggles with a task, and he believes they actually try in his lesson, he'll free up all time possible to help them. However, students that don't pay attention get a real (figurative) beating. He ignores them, and does it quite obviously too. Say a student who never did anything in his lesson was stuck. He'd turn his nose up and talk to one of his other, more diligent, students. Finny is basically just a snot nosed brat.
Student or Professor
Entering Professor
Country of Origin:
England!! In the north!! Where it never stops raining!!

§ Background research §

Family:
Mother: Laura Brooks (live)
Father: Jack Brooks (dead)
History:
Finnian managed to lock himself out of the house when he was 13. Instead of calling on the neighbours or waiting for his mother to get back from work, he picked the lock to the garage and got in that way. Since then, he kept practising picking locks. He had always been good with his hands, so lock picking was a handy thing to know.
Reason for joining Aiko Academy:
It was a job where he could teach people to do the illegal thing that he loved the most. It was perfect for him! The people at work were also tougher, though, and he thought it might help with his incessant crying. It did, in a way. (he still cries if his hair gets wet in the rain, though)
Quirk or something unique:
Finny refuses to use any sort of shampoo that is not the exact brand or type that he has used for the past 6 years. He won't use someone else's hairbrush, and will only eat hot dogs with mechanically removed turkey in them. He otherwise hates mechanically removed food.
Preferred weapon:
A trusty ol Sniper Rifle
Likes:
Perfectly styled hair
Any sweets
Terrible soap operas (eastenders)
Lock picking
Nintendo consoles
Dislikes):
Ugly people
Veg that goes slimy when cooked
Slackers
Most sports
Nail polish remover
Skills:
Lock picking
Sewing
Machine repairs
Styling hair
Flaws:
He's a whiny crybaby
Egotistical
Terrible at combat, he'd rather just break in and leave it to someone else or kill the target from a distance
He's constantly got a 'know-it-all' attitude.
Childish and snobby

§ A little more personal §
Relationship?:
Nope
Crush:
No

Theme Song ( optional ):

Other?:
[size=8]sorry about the lack of a picture but I couldn't be bothered to find one lmao. finny is a huge baby who just wants attention

Ooh, great! And if that's the case, then I'll make a student right now!

§ The Player §
Display Name:
Timcanpy
General Muse:
One to two paragraphs
Activity:
Pretty active
What should I call you?:
Tim or Amber

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§ Just the beginning §
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"That was almost not close at all!"

Name:
Oswald Finch
Gender:
male
Age:
16
Description of Appearance:
Oswald stands at an average height of 5'9'', and has a very defined build. With slightly tanned skin and tousled mousy hair that falls to his shoulders, he is convinced that he looks good. There's never a day that he's not caught at the beach or gym to hone his strength (and keep his figure), which leads to a subtle-but-definitely-there six pack. He's really rather flexible, which stems from his long hours practising the trapeze. For some reason, Oswald thought tattoos on his face were a good idea, and just went with. Green eyes are always boldly looking up rather than down, long lashes framing them. Oswald tends to wear loose white dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up with plain jeans that were probably bought from Next. Canvas trainers finish off his unkempt look.
Personality:
Despite his athletic look and lifestyle, Oswald is one of those people who could be considered lazy. He hates doing anything he didn't decide to do, and isn't really seen out of bed before 10:30 at the earliest. Although he's very curious, Oswald hardly pays attention in most classes. He managed to keep decent grades by cramming right before a test, but only barely. Despite his attitude to learning, he's surprisingly diligent when it comes to things like survival and marine life. Oswald is a huge trickster, and sometimes, his mischief grates on peoples nerves. This can obviously get him into trouble a lot of the time. He's used to things like detentions, and classroom desks are just like another bed to him.
Student or Professor
Student
Country of Origin:
Scotland

§ Background research §

Family:
Mother: Julia Finch
Father: Antonio Finch
Sister: Lillian Finch
History:
Oswald has always had a knack for survival. Despite being born in Scotland, he moved to New Zealand soon after he was born. Three years later, Lillian was born. As they grew, Lillian and Oswald loved to go down to the beach to build shelters with the huge leaves and catch small fish, shrimp and crabs in the rock pools to cook over a small fire. It was a happy life for the Finch family. However, all good things must come to an end. When she was walking home alone from school one day, Lillian was involved in a hit and run. The perpetrator was never caught. Oswald ultimately came to blame himself, due to the fact he usually walked little Lillian home, but on that one day he ran off to the shop to get the cake for her birthday. Soon after Lillian's death, the devastated mother announced they'd be moving back to Scotland. Three years later and still hooked on catching Lillian's murderer, he signed up to join the school.
Reason for joining Aiko Academy:
reVENGE!! lmao
Quirk or something unique:
Oswald owns 50+ shark stuffed toys, all of varying sizes. His favourite one is 5ft long bull shark.
Preferred weapon:
A trident or some sort of smg rifle. He's not too fussed.
Likes:
Fish (especially sharks and whales)
Small, furry creatures like Prairie Dogs and Guinea Pigs
Practical jokes that would humiliate anyone
Soft beds
The beach
Dislikes:
Cars
Whiny people
Art of any kind
Chickens
Sand
Skills:
Fishing
Tracking
Magic tricks
Gymnastics (trapeze)
Flaws:
He doesn't care much for other people's emotions
He's insolent
Never really pays attention
More interested in what he wants to do
The most annoying person alive

§ A little more personal §
Relationship?:
Bleh
Crush:
Blergh

Theme Song ( optional ):

Other?:
man i am hungry. also lets pretend that guy is wearing pants

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(he most definitely does not wear that hat)
Full Name - Finnian Brooks
Nickname? - Finny
Grade (9-12) - 11
Age (13-18) - 17
Dorm - 1
Sexuality - Pansexual
Best Friend - n/a
Crush or Date - n/a
Worst Fear - Getting tapeworms
Pet? - A little ragdoll kitten
Likes - All Nintendo consoles ever
Bad, terrible games like League of Legends
Lab work
Places with no poisonous things
Fish
Dislikes - Chickens
Annoying people
Ugly people
Bad hair days
Horses
Family? - His little sister, Lulu
Personality - He's a complete ass, to be completely honest. Finnian is completely self absorbed. Snide remarks and supposed 'words of wisdom' (which are actually just his way of telling other people that he is pretty) can be heard from him 90% of the time. He constantly flatters himself, and childishly sticks his tongue out at anyone who disagrees. He's also the crybaby of the year. Despite his self-admitted terrible personality, he's not that bad of a person, and is pretty loyal.
Favourite Class Subject - Chemistry
Word - Zonko
Activities and Clubs - Fencing

No holding back, huh? He doesn't look half bad does he Thank you again, though! I can't wait to use my sweet pieces of trash <3

With a perfectly raised eyebrow, Finnian turned to question Ava on her rather lucky fall. "How did you manage to fall into the tree so..." He paused, trying to find the right word. "So... unsuspectingly? It's not really the right word to use, but, you just seemed to surprised that there was a tree in the woods." Shaking his head slightly, Finny let out a quiet chuckle. "Anyway, even if you're sleeping under the stars tonight, Miss Ava, the rest of us aren't. So if you helped us set up, we would be in you're debt." As he finished speaking, Finnian bowed dramatically, an amused smile adorning his face, green eyes overflowing with mischief.
With a flourish, he stood straight once more. Turning in the general direction of Matt, he started speak again. "I suppose I better help that fool with his tent. I really hope we find the camp site tomorrow..." He broke off with a sigh, and turned his gaze to the sky. "It really looks like it might rain..."

ooc: I'm not too late to the party am I? Ahh, well it says it's still open but... I hope I wasn't too late lmao

Finnian looked at Matt incredulously. "In the car? Are you kidding me? There's no way we'd all fit in that tiny thing!" Brining his hand up to his face, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "What we really need to do is just set up few tents as possible. We know that this isn't the camp site, so we'll be moving on in the morning, yeah? I don't expect any of us want to have to pack away what four, five tents? Ava can sleep in the car if it rains. The others can share a tent, and so can we. That's just two tents. Our only problem is the lack of light. Didn't we bring any torches?" As he was talking, Finny had made his way over to the boot, and had begun to dig around in his bag. After maybe a minute or two, he sighed in defeat. Zipping up his bag, he shot a desprate look at the others.
"Please tell me I was the only one who forgot a torch."

ooc: phew! This doesn't seem half bad, I'm glad I could join in. ;3

With a shudder, Finny sank down to the ground and let his head sink between his knees. "I'm gonna die, Matt. The bugs are going to get into my hair and ruin it. Leaves and dirt will destroy it completely!" Raising his head, he shot a look at the other guy. Tears were forming in his eyes, threatening to spill out over pale cheeks. "And now rain, Matt! Not only will I be soaked to the bone, but my poor, poor hair will never look the same again!" Choking back a sob, Finny caressed his precious sand coloured plait with the tenderness of a mother with her newborn.
After a few minutes of gentle whispering, Finnian sat up suddenly with a pathetic little cough. "Aha! That's it! Matt, does your mobile have any life left in it? We can use that provide us with a shred of hope! Oh man, I can't believe I didn't think of that before." He paused briefly before standing and shoving a hand on his hip and right arm out in front of him, hand forming a peace sign. "Either way I'd still look good even with short hair! Right, Matt? Ava?" He looked at them both, excited and exuding self-confidence "Though I do look better with it long..."

Finnian grinned. "Now food, I brought plenty of. Though it's mostly pasta packets and bags of dried fruit. Oh, and noodles too. My sweets are mine, though. You can't have them." Pausing, he turned to Ava. "Carrots thought? Really? Carrots are gross." Scrunching up his nose, Finny went back to his bag looking for the pasta and a fire starter. After a bit of rummaging, he turned back to the others, arm raised in triumph. In his had was a metal match, on his face a huge grin. "We can start a fire with this! And the knife I have in here somewhere..." He turned back to the bag. "My sister wouldn't let me leave without it. I guess we're in luck! But I'm not gathering firewood. I'll cook, though."

With his schedule in hand, Finnian pushed open the doors that let into the auditorium. Upon seeing the sheer size and fullness of the hall, he let out an barely audible groan, and began to look for a good seat with nice door access. After a minute of two of picking between one row and another, he flopped down into one of the plush seats to take a gander at the sheets he had just been given.

ooc: is that blackquill skipping with his shackles

Finnian sighed, throwing himself somewhere around the fire. "I feel like my heads going to drop off. 'M so tiredddd." Dragging put the of the word in a whine, he leaned back onto his hands. "Anyway, is anyone hungry or I can go to sleep?"

You poor thing. My real meaningful exams don't start until next year. I just have coursework to worry about right now. Ahh, good luck on those exams when you have them though!

Aww man, Aya, you're making the ever looming year 11 seem like hell! Can't say I'm looking forward to 9 science exams though. Here's a fun fact! I don't think I can leave my coursework to the last minute. My physics teacher would probably kill me before I could fall behind that far lmao. And on top of that, I have a mock just after May half term for biology and my teacher set the revision as homework. There's no escape. Four modules of biology to revise.. I have the time, but.. *shudders*

I'm looking forward to the roleplay! When the kids finally get to lessons, you can bet that Finnian won't call a single one by their real name.

With a start, Finnain stared at the three people leaving the hall with curious eyes. Their quiet little sniggers had reached his ears right before e dozed off. Although he was sat right by the door, the thought of sneaking away from the lecture introduction thing had never even occurred to him. With a bemused shrug, Finny threw his bag over his shoulder and sauntered to freedom after the original three.

"I'm going to destroy all sand."
This was the first thought that ran through Oswald's head when consciousness returned to him. An intelligent response based on what he thought his sweaty fingers could feel as they pressed into the ground below him, squashed down by his heavy head. With a grunt, his eyes still closed, Oswald pushed himself up into a sitting position. He let himself bask in the intense sun for a second, still groggy from whatever happened, before realising that there was something wrong. He, Oswald Finch, had not signed up to go to some hot, sandy place. Wrenching his eyes open, he surveyed the area. As he did so, a mix of a disgusted and shocked expression made it onto the tanned face of the aspiring young assassin. He was stuck in the middle of the desert. Another quick scan of the desert (but which one?) revealed to him that he was, in fact, not alone. With a deep and melodramatic sniff, which really turned out to be a huge mistake because he absolutely hummed, Oswald struggled to stand; shoes slipping on the hot sand.

Noting the large, out of place tree, Oswald ran his sand covered hands through his hair, cringing when he realised that he just added more sand to his person. With a defeated sigh, he picked his way over the other passed out bodies to look for a bit of shade by the only bit of vegetation he could see for miles around. As the distance between him and the tree decreased, Oz noticed the lighter, thin scratches that seemed to be carved into the bark of the tree. Raising an eyebrow, he blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the haze that seemed to obstructing his vision. "Why is there even a tree here..?" Oswald muttered. As he did so, he squinted, trying to make out the writing on the tree. "Why's everything so blurry? As if the sand wasn't bad enough. Let's see here...." After rereading the crudely left message a few times over, Oswald slammed his head against the trunk of the tree, completely ignoring the few others who were milling around, seeming lost. Well, they were all lost, so he shouldn't really be surprised.

As he continued to stare at the tree in a sort of bemused wonder, his hands absent-mindedly went to his shirt buttons. He fiddled with those for a while, wondering how on earth he,or anyone else for that matter, was supposed to scale it. The only branch that would help anyone climb it was at least 4ft up in the air, and there was nothing below it to give them a boost. Even if they were to give each other a boost, Oswald doubted anyone wanted to climb up the tree after waking up from a surprise attack from a tranquillizer dart. Even if they did want to, they wouldn't in this heat. Oz let a frown take his face captive as he plopped down in the minimal amount of shade that the tree provided.

Turning his head to look at the others that had awoken before him, Oswald opened his mouth to speak. "So, we're all students at Aiko? Well, I suppose we're more like 'maybe' students..." He trailed off for a second, taking immense interest in his leg before looking back up, his brow furrowed. "Does anyone feel like climbing this tree? To be honest with you, though, I want to know how they even got up there in the first place. Super long ladder, maybe? Who knows. Either way, I gotta say that the headmaster is pretty twisted if he's going through with this. I mean, come on. A desert? The Sahara Desert?" Oswald shrugged and turned back to a more comfortable position. "I'm Oswald, by the way. Oswald Finch."

With an melodramatic sigh, Oswald turned to face the others who were discussing what the best course of action would be. He first turned to the girl who introduced herself as Elenora, or was it Ellie? He wasn't sure. Chuckling a little, he began to speak. "Are you thirsty? I know I am. But can you jump or what? You just sprang up there, like whoosh!" Moving his arms upwards in an exaggerated manner, Oswald grinned. "Was your mother a kangaroo or something?" Laughing again, he adjusted himself into a position where he could address the whole group. With his right leg pulled up into his body and his left leg just flung out, he seriously looked like he didn't care about the situation they were in in the slightest. Flicking his tongue out over his savannah dry lips, (man, was his back burning or what?) Oswald began to speak again. "I don't know how many of you are against the idea that we climb the tree, and, quite frankly I don't care, but I really think we should climb it. Even if we do know direction a country is, that's not really gonna help us. Like the the chick with the coat said, we don't even know where we are. At least I think it was the chick with the coat. I dunno, I wasn't really listening. Anyway, I'm all for seeing if there is a map up there. As messed up as the headteacher apparently is, I say we let Mr. Cocky or the Tree Fetish Kid climb it. It saves us energy." He paused, looking around at the students with him. After a noticeable hesitation, Oswald began to fiddle with the cuff of his jeans. "And, as much as I don't like to say it, I think Cocky there," He jerked his head in Kise's general direction. "Can probably climb the tree pretty easy. I mean, if he can get us through this desert, then I don't care what he does. I'm all for it. And he seems to know that oldie running the academy pretty well too, based on what he said." Putting his hands in the air (again) he shrugged. Oswald raised his eyebrows in a questioning sort of manner. "Unless he's just a creepy stalker."

For a few minutes after his small speech, Oswald became very interested in the sand. As much as he hated it (it got everywhere) he spent a while just shoving his fingers into it, making holes and watching them fill back in just as quickly as they were made, and drawing random things as best as he could in the hot sand. Occasionally, Oz's hand went to his bare arms or burning back. When he did this, he'd rub the spot for a minute, before sighing and going back to entertaining himself with his worst enemy (the sand). After a while of what seemed like moping, Oswald looked back up, and surveyed the entire group. "I know how we can get water, but I don't know if we have the things we need..." He trailed off, looking at the sky, and frowned. Focusing his gaze on Kise, (Oswald didn't really want to struggle with him, that kid gave him a bad vibe) Oswald stared at him for a second. "Do you know if we have any plastic bags? Or even just a sheet of plastic." He faced to the rest of the group again. Anyone have any cling film in their pockets? A little plastic bag that had a sandwich in? With that and the tree, we can get water. Slowly, but surely."

After asking about the plastic, Oz lapsed into silence. Despite being terrible with his academic studies, he had always been quite interested in survival. He'd watched countless programs with Bear Grylls and Ray Mears in his free time, and had read quite a few books on it too. Tilting his head to look up at the tree, Oswald began to try and guess how much water they would need to get them to where they needed to go, and how the hell they were going to get it once the left the tree. He was pretty sure none of them had canteens or even water bottles, and it was unlikely anyone had plastic. That meant they could only really drink their own urine... He shuddered, a frown clear on his face. Even if they had to do that, they were still left with the the problem of no container. With a huff, Oswald flopped onto the ground, wincing slightly as his head and arms made contact with the sand. Even in the shade of the tree it was hot. At this rate, they were all going to suffer from sunstroke. Like an enzyme in the wrong conditions, Oswald felt like he was denaturing.
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[justify][align=center][size=8][color=white]Ahhh, sorry for not replying to this more. Requiem's idea seems pretty cool though tbh!! I think we should do it.
Most of my paragraphs seem to be made up with speech lmao. I should try and fix that... It's really amazing how my school improves when offstead comes in I swear. Though I do get the feeling we're not gonna get that outstanding again. One of the inspectors caught someone smoking. What can you do, eh? [font=courier]¯\_(ツ)_/¯