Post by FINTAN WHITE on Jul 18, 2011 3:46:29 GMT 1
Fintan
[/color]of the B.P.R.D.. [/color]
CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]
»»FULL NAME:[/b] Fintan White
»»AGE:[/b] Ancient
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Combat Specialist, B.P.R.D.
»»FACTION:[/b] B.P.R.D.
»»SPECIES : [/b]Half-Elf
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Good
»»ABILITY: [/b] Enhanced strength/durabilty and healing
- - -Strength: After centuries of training and experience as a warrior elf, Fintan is a formidable and deadly combatant. Coupled with his unique defenses, he is not one to get into a fight with.
- - -Drawbacks: Often, he finds himself over estimating his capabilities. It stems from the fact he has been able to survive so much, he sometimes forgets his limits which ends up being his downfall more often than he'd like.
THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]
»»EYE COLOR: [/b]Brown
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Brown
»»HEIGHT:[/b]6'4''
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Ryan Reynolds
»»APPEARANCE: [/b]
Fintan looks like a typical Elf. He is tall with broad shoulders with pale,ghostly skin. He has flawless features and if he stands still, he looks like he has been carved by a talented sculptor out of marble. He carries himself with pride and a certain Elven grace, flowing as he moves like a gentle breeze. Despite his height and frame, he is incredibly agile. It's really impressive to see him in battle.
Even though he has centuries of battle behind him, he doesnt have many scars. He still has the flawless skin he was born with, the only addition being many Elvish tattoos all over his torso.
His style is something he takes a little pride in. When he is working in the human realm he blends in,wearing clothes a human might. On assignment, he wears tactical wear. When the occasion calls for it,he dons his old ceremonial armour from when he was a warrior for the Elf king.
»»PERSONALITY: [/b] Fintan is something of an enigma. He has a pretty fluid personality,bordering on some form of madness at times. He is generally a good guy,he has a code of honor when it comes to treating people and it is very rare that he breaks his code. .
When it comes to his profession as an agent, Fintan is of the utmost professional standards. He always finishes whatever task he is set, and he always keeps to his schedule when on the job. He will meticulously plan every aspect of an assignment and makes doubly sure that he has backup plans. He is incredibly talented at what he does.
He is a very intelligent man, with his mind flooded with ever more creative ways of getting the job done.He can formulate a plan on the spot within seconds and as such, can prepare in very little time.
His sense of humor is probably his favorite aspect of his personality. Being a government agent is hard work. He uses humor to relax and is well known in his own circle as the wittiest and funniest person. He just has a talent for it, whether it is a quick comeback during an argument, or if he is being overly sarcastic, he just has the ability to bring a smile to the faces of a crowd.
THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]
»»FAMILY TREE:[/b]
Father - Lochlan (deceased)
Mother - Neave (human,deceased)
Grandfather - Fintan (deceased)
»»IDOLS:[/b]Fintan looked up to and respected both his father and his grandfather most of all. They raised him and taught him everything they knew; effectively shaping him into the man he is today.
»»HISTORY: [/b]
Fintan was trained as a warrior from pretty much the moment he was born. His mother left after his birth, she was a human who didnt want a magical life. Regardless, without a mother for his son and without a mother of his own to show him, Lochlan and Fintan Sr. raised young Fintan the only way they knew. They brought him up as a soldier and taught him how to be a good Elf, a strong leader and most of all a good soldier. As he grew older they realized that he looked more like their brother than their son and grandson. The similarity was eerie.
When the time came for his service, Fintan joined the Elven military forces. He was quickly picked up as a leader and given command of a number of warriors. He soon became renowned as a great leader, earning himself a reputation as a valiant and courageous commander. His unit became elite and each of the survivors of the war with humanity gained high esteem amongst the ranks of the Elves.
Several decades after he gained command of his troops, the war with humanity broke out. He was one of the first to lead his men into battle, taking the lives of many humans. He felt nothing as he struck them down, but was broken when he learned of the death of not only his father, but his grandfather too. They had fallen in battle against the humans, not long before the Golden Army was forged. Fintan strongly opposed the Golden Army’s construction, pleading with his superiors to reconsider, feeling that the Elves and their allies could defeat Humanity on their own. He was ignored and the Army wiped out massive numbers of Humans.
After the war, with nothing left to hold him in Bethmoora he gathered his possessions and left on a self imposed exile, of sorts. He roamed the human world which had pretty much taken grasp of the planet. Everywhere he went, he found humans and their settlements. He didn’t hate them for the war they had fought against the Elves. He respected them as warriors and knew that sides didn’t always matter. He was sorrowful that things could not have ended peacefully. He pitied them for having to face the Golden Army.
For centuries, he roamed the world. He blended into their military forces, fighting for whichever side he saw first. He honed his skills and talents for thousands of years, until he grew tired of it. He went in search of his own kind once more. What he found was a mere shadow of what it had been before. He discovered the Troll Market, seemingly the largest gathering of magic folk on the globe. He was disgusted at what had happened to his kind. He wanted to return his kin to their high status, as they were in the old days. Not in an anti-human way, but rather alongside humanity. He soon discovered it might be a lost cause. He was starting to feel that the Golden Army was the true solution.
He shook this from his head and returned to traveling the world. It wasn’t until around 1900 that he settled in the Troll Market. He spent the next few years acting as advisor to a local smith, testing out the weaponry and armor he made. He then learned of the B.P.R.D. and decided it might be the job for him. He wanted a change from his life; he wanted to transition into the modern world and saw this as his doorway. He infiltrated the B.P.R.D headquarters to prove his point, but had underestimated them. He had come unarmed to show he meant no harm, but was ambushed and rendered unconscious. He slipped into a coma for six months.
When he woke up, he was without a memory. He had nothing but the clothes he wore and the muscle memory which allowed him to fight his way out of the B.P.R.D. HQ and back to where he felt most at home, under the Brooklyn Bridge. He passed out and when he woke up he was in his small home. He had been found and returned to his quarters. He packed up his stuff and went back to the B.P.R.D. He had come to the realization that he had been looked after during his coma and that the Bureau. He explained his circumstances and was offered a position. He’s been working as an Agent for the past 60 years with pieces of his memory coming back every day.
THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]
»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Finn
»»GENDER:[/b] Male
»»AGE:[/b] 19
»»TITLE:[/b]
»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]
''You took my life and the lives of my clan. You're lucky how quickly you're going to die''
Fintan looked at the vampire who made him with cold eyes. He had just been given an explanation as to why he had been turned and to him, it just wasnt enough. The family he had led had been torn asunder. His life was over and he would never be the same. He gripped the iron sword he held in his right hand, and the throat of his maker with his left hand. He held it so tight, the vampire couldn't utter the words to order his own release.
Fintan was going to have his revenge, a mere two weeks of darkness after he had been turned. It would change nothing, he would still be a creature of habit and darkness. He would still ruin lives and abduct helpless victims, still know only that he would have to stay out of the sunlight. He didnt know anything about silver,fire, garlic. He was completely in the dark, figuratively and literally. But what could he do?
He held his maker higher into the air. The vampire was merely a teenager, but he was a man by the standards of the time. He was still accountable for his actions, whether it had been from desperation or not. He would accept his fate and that would be that. Fintan glared at him, watching the tears of blood drip down his face, listened to the whimpers of him as he choked on his own fear. How someone could have turned this boy into a beast, he didnt know.
It was then that Fintan saw what his punishment really was. He was setting him free. That was how he justified it to himself. He was hitting two birds with one stone. Freeing a boy from a life he couldn't handle, and avenging both himself and his pack. He opened his mouth and in his native tongue, he spoke the final words his maker would hear.
''Goodnight, sweet Prince''
And with that, he was free. He watched the head roll away, down the hillside in the moonlight. He threw the body aside, sheathed his weapon and began to walk off into the night. His first night free for the rest of time.
Fintan looked at the vampire who made him with cold eyes. He had just been given an explanation as to why he had been turned and to him, it just wasnt enough. The family he had led had been torn asunder. His life was over and he would never be the same. He gripped the iron sword he held in his right hand, and the throat of his maker with his left hand. He held it so tight, the vampire couldn't utter the words to order his own release.
Fintan was going to have his revenge, a mere two weeks of darkness after he had been turned. It would change nothing, he would still be a creature of habit and darkness. He would still ruin lives and abduct helpless victims, still know only that he would have to stay out of the sunlight. He didnt know anything about silver,fire, garlic. He was completely in the dark, figuratively and literally. But what could he do?
He held his maker higher into the air. The vampire was merely a teenager, but he was a man by the standards of the time. He was still accountable for his actions, whether it had been from desperation or not. He would accept his fate and that would be that. Fintan glared at him, watching the tears of blood drip down his face, listened to the whimpers of him as he choked on his own fear. How someone could have turned this boy into a beast, he didnt know.
It was then that Fintan saw what his punishment really was. He was setting him free. That was how he justified it to himself. He was hitting two birds with one stone. Freeing a boy from a life he couldn't handle, and avenging both himself and his pack. He opened his mouth and in his native tongue, he spoke the final words his maker would hear.
''Goodnight, sweet Prince''
And with that, he was free. He watched the head roll away, down the hillside in the moonlight. He threw the body aside, sheathed his weapon and began to walk off into the night. His first night free for the rest of time.
