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Post by reckless on Aug 9, 2011 14:30:34 GMT 10
-- FINN LAYFON HEATON !
-- NAME: Finn Layfon Heaton
-- NICKNAMES: None he acknowledges
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: March 8, (24)
-- BIRTH PLACE: San Fransisco, California
-- ORIENTATION: Straight
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Architect at Heaton INC
-- PLAYED BY: Penn Badgley
-- PERSONALITY !
-- POSITIVE: Finn looks for the best in everything, and that means somethings overlooking obvious lies and falsely believing in things he wants to believe in. He believes there's a good side in everyone and everything, nothing can be bad as long as it exists. Silver cloud lining thing, on everything he experiences and sees. Finn isn't stupid gullible, but his life has taught to have an open mind, and to live carefree and to love what you have. When he was younger, his mother kept telling him how beautiful the world was, and if he viewed the world in a good light, the world would shine it's fair views back on him. It was all very cheesy stuff, something you might hear from a character on a children's television show. When Finn first began to dabble into art, he found that painting “beautiful” sceneries was easier, because it was appealing and made people happy. That, added to his mother and father's encouragement, made Finn plant the seeds of the confidence plant, a plant that would blossom as he grew older, met the love of his life, and took a job that he loved. Yes, it was all very cheesy, and Finn couldn't help but love it.
-- ARTISTIC: As a child, Finn was very observant of his surroundings. His mother enjoyed collecting art and viewing it in museums, and she often had to take Finn along as she didn't trust him with a nanny. This really impacted Finn and he began to draw as soon as he could hold a pencil. At the time, it was no Picasso, but it was a start. Eventually during high school, Finn started drawing realistically, modeling his classmates at first, and then objects in real life. He was especially focused on getting the perspective right, and it helped when he took advanced math classes.
Finn can often pick out mistakes in architectural designs, and can see the little details in things other people may not notice at first. He likes looking well too, it has something to do with looking as good as what he can see. It was logic only Finn could understand, but it worked, and Finn only wore light colors, nothing flashy or strange. People who dressed like hippies or 80s disco dancers do not appeal to Finn. He'd rather put on a pair of sunglasses and walk away as fast as he can.
-- STRAIGHTFORWARD: Because Finn was so into all those lines, straightforward views-It really affected his personality. Finn doesn't like to use metaphors, he can't stand lines, sarcasm kills him, and he's blunt when it comes to the truth, even if it could be painful to others. This is a straightforward trait, so this description will be straightforward too. Finn likes lines, enough said.
-- LOVES: Math, love, families, children, picnics, movies, the ocean, art, charities, chocolate, tiger ice cream, the radio, novels, playing cards, dinner parties, watches, cakes, gold, christmas, birthdays, weddings, white, peach flavor, mango, teenage dream
-- HATES: snakes, elephants, hippos, mud, dirt, sarcasm, arguments, unfaithfulness, lies, undetermined people, professors at schools, school nurses, elderly teachers, teenage angst, disappointments, pedophiles, police dramas, drastic actions, weeds, pumpkin seeds, bullies
-- HISTORY !
Caroline Perry the successful owner of a national newsprint company, “The High Noon” was only 18 when she married Adam Heaton. Caroline played her role as the younger sister of Mr. and Mrs. Heaton, helping the family business expand while secretly using her marriage as a way to escape from the hectic life she did not enjoy. Caroline wanted to become the rich wife of an important political figure, and she achieved that feat already. What was left was to bear a child, someone to bring joy into the couple's lives. After several unsuccessful and embarrassing tries, Caroline and Adam were able to produce a child, a boy whom Adam named Finn Layfon Heaton. As a baby, Finn took an interest in the ocean, and the art that was it inspired. When he was just a few months old, Caroline often took her son to the beach and showed him paintings local artists had done on scene. It was this that Caroline would admit later, to have contributed to her son's interest in architecture.
Finn had his first family reunion when he was born, but it wasn't until he was nearly four when he again met with the family during a trip back to the heart of Capeside. Caroline did not attend though, much to the relief of Adam who rather preferred his family did not question his wife's company. The trip lasted a week, during which Finn got to know his cousin, Maxwell. As children, they naturally played together. The adults commented on how well Finn seemed to enjoy chasing after his cousin. Even back then, little baby Finn could tell they were set on to be friends. Although Finn spent most of his "baby" years in a pre-elementary school in San Francisco, where Caroline and Adam lived, he still felt the urge to go back to Capeside someday. The dream was filled though, only after when years had gone by without any problems, until Finn was 14 and Caroline's company, The High Noon, was falling apart. The High Noon had acquired a handful of enemies, some which were known to be violent. They moved, rented a house back in Capeside and Finn ended up spending all of his junior years of school in Capeside. It became apparent soon enough, that Finn would have to leave San Fransisco again. Adam often stayed with Caroline due to her failing health, and it was obvious journalism wasn't the way to go for Finn. Calling to her sister for help, Caroline arranged for Finn to stay with his uncle while she worked in San Francisco to revive the High Noon. Finn was only a teenager when he left his parents to move permanently into Capeside.
It was strange, seeing Max again. The first thing that Finn noticed was how empty the house had become. His aunt, Max's mother had passed away of cancer nearly two years ago, and it seemed the event hit the family rather hard. Although it had been a while since they had spent time with each other, Finn was sure Max wasn't always this...well down was all he could put it. The first day back was a bittersweet one, with some joyous reunions, but mostly Finn wondering what happened to this household, and if there was anything, anything he could do to help.
The second day took a turn for the better though, when Alyson decided to stop by. As it turned out, Aly had been a long term friend of Max's, even before Finn started to bond with him. As chance would have it, Finn was the one to open the door, while Max was busy with something else. He invited the cheerly looking girl in, and they began chatting, Finn getting the missing pieces of the family history filled in. One thing lead to another, and before Finn knew it he and Aly had become the definition of a Teenage Dream, prancing around hugging, doing on dates, and making out on the beach during a sunset. Finn had never expected this, he considered it to be fate, fate that brought the girl whom he swore he would spend eternity with because their bond was that strong.
At first, Finn assumed Max would be happy for him, but something was off. Being such an optimistic person, he put it off to the side and focused his attention on Aly, buying her chocolate and even going as far as to apply for Prom King and Queen. That was sometime during the early months of their last year in highschool. It was around that time when something happened. One day, Finn answered the door to a teary eyed Aly. She brought the news. Max hadn't gone away on a joyful trip of learning. He was gone because of what they did. That night. Everything, Finn found out in a matter of minutes. Needless to say he wasn't too pleased. His girlfriend had been drunk, and it seemed that Max had taken advantage of her. Max, his cousin, the one who he declared his brother, his best friend. Damn.
The next years went by fast, and things changed, more or less for the worse. Max had left them, determined to attend university far away from Capeside. Finn didn't bother to look for him, for he would have preferred to never see Max's face again, even though he still somehow felt sad, and even partly guilty. But the facts were there, and since Max was gone, he could focus his life back to Aly, and she could do the same to him. Finn was sure he'd marry Aly one day, no matter what happened. An engagement was planned secretly, and after Finn had graduated as a honorable architect at Heaton, he knelt down on his knees and asked for Aly's hand in marriage. Why would she say no?
-- SAMPLE !
France. Beautiful, lovely, amazing, wonderful, gracious, wonderful, fantastic, wonderful and wonderful France. Alexander’s hometown and place he visited too rarely for his liking. Especially Paris, where he was born and where his home still stood today. Of course, now his parents were long gone, and so were his former childhood friends. That was the price to pay for being a Noah. But the Wolfe Manor, a majestic looking house that was entitled in his name, although he rarely lived in it (it was kept clean by a maid and a nice elderly gardener who were both alone and living in the house. Of course, the reason he was here this time allowed him to pay the house a visit, maybe stay in it too. You see the real reason Alex was here, was to hunt down the pastry maker who sold Taiyo something Alexander liked to call “Dessert for the Gods” and let his younger sister bug everyone at the Ark for days, purposely eating tiny pieces of a cookie or a scone in front of the others and refusing to share anything.
Rumors had tipped him off the brunette was somewhere in Paris, and upon frantically asking old ladies and little kids, the Noah had been able to track the pastry chief to a café located in the heart of the city. He had the guy on wired GPS and more than eight different Akuma on the lookout. Theoretically he wasn’t supposed to “use” the Akuma for such demeaning purposes, but they were good friends of his and were more or less happy to help out. Thankfully for Alex, the blond knew his way around Paris very well, despite spending most of his life outside of it. He may have been a slacker when it came to hunting down exorcists in the city but he was quick when it came to important things-like baked goods of course. That was when Alex really got serious. Nobody would be coming in between him and possibly begging buying twenty bags of those heavenly biscuits.
Arriving at the café doors, Alex looked a bit frantic, his jacket undone and flying about in the wind, his hair had been tussled by the wind passing through then and his breathing was labored. Yes, he had RAN here after receiving the news that the famous pastry maker had been spotted, having no time to properly get dressed and instead throw on whatever he found along with his evening jacket. Fortunately he hadn’t forgotten his wallet and was pleased to find it sitting in the left hand pocket. Doing his best to fix his hair, the Noah entered the establishment and ordered an iced coffee. The drink was delivered to him in a large oval looking crystal glass, half filled with ice cubes. The Noah managed to give a quick merci to his waitress before politely asking her if she had seen a man with brown hair and possibly smelled like vanilla.
She directed him to the second floor terrace and Alex did his best to walk up there patiently, hand freezing over from the ice cold coffee. The whole second floor was empty, apart from an elderly lady sitting in a corner reading a novel. Le Petit Prince, from what Alexander could tell. The other person was a man, sitting on the terrace, glancing up at the sky. That was probably who Alex was looking for. With a sigh, the Noah slowly walked over, careful not to disturb the guy from his sky viewing pleasures, and sat down opposite of him. Feeling awkward, Alex coughed slightly before speaking. ”Bonjour. Beautiful day isn’t it?”
And it was. The sun made it a pleasantly warm day, and the clouds in the sky looked like they had been painted on. Being outside on the terrace Alex could see the tops of the streetlights and the people walking around below. There was the sound of violins nearby and Alex suspected that a local musician was probably performing. The music and the chirping of the birds made it seem like they were in a movie-of course that was how Paris always was.
-- OOC !
-- NAME OR ALIAS: Reckless
-- AGE: I know it says 17, but I'm actually 19. I just thought I might play a 17 year old.
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Supreme Ruler of All
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: I forget
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