Finn York D6 |:| Done |:|

[Emma]

Name: Finn York
Age: 12
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 6
Appearance:

You never saw me. You never even knew me.

Personality:

History:

Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:

Faceclaim- Cameron Boyce

[Emma]

Finn.York.



Future complications
In the strings between the cans
but no prints can come from fingers
if machines become our hands

Name: Finn York
District: Six
Age: Twelve
Gender: Male

Hello. My name is Finn York, but you can just call me Finn.

When people tell me to "describe myself" I'm never quite sure what to say. There are many sides to the average human. Your regular Homo-sapiens tend to behave differently around other people, or people see you differently than you or others may see. But I like to think of myself as a child prodigy or possibly even humorous. One of those children, who from age 6, were reading their fathers notes on the lab they did the day before. But on the other side, I think of myself as just another district boy, who loves laughing and playing games with his friends. Nothing but a small boy, wrapped in his mothers arms as he slumbers. But at some point every boy must grow up and turn into a man.

People repetitively ask me several things.

Why are you so mature? I'm twelve. I get it. But comparing me to someone aged 16 is different. I suppose it's in my genes. In my very chromosomes within the nucleus of my cells. It codes for "A genius child who mentally progresses at a speeding rate in comparison to his peers." It's beyond my power. Brains run in the family. My father works in a Biochemistry lab in district six, as one o the lead "scientists." Its one of the top jobs in the District. I hope to end up there someday. But my mother in a different kind of smart. She isn't "Book-smart" as they call it. She is all common sense. Logic. Split second decisions that are always correct. Or she may take forever to decide, but she always chooses right. I have yet to see her chose wrong.


What's your home-life like? This is something people always wonder about me. With my father coming home reeking of chemicals and sterilization late at night and a mother who doesn't work much, how do I get by? Well, it's not as hard as you may think, with mother never working, she cooks and cleans, makes sure I'm taking care of myself. When father comes home, she becomes something else. At home, without him, she seems hollow, always worrying about him, what if this, what if that. No matter how much I try to calm her down, everyday she worries. It's the same while I'm at school I suppose. But when Father comes home, she sighs deeply with relief as he takes her in his arms and gives her a warm, tight hug.


Have you been well off? Of course I have. Like I said already, my mother doesn't work much. If we come on hard times for whatever reason, she might get a part time job or do laundry for money. But only if we need the money. My mom is kinda frail you see, she has something, a disease maybe? It started a few years ago, I guess, I can't really remember, but she isn't too well. But she is getting better, thanks to my father, who finally convinced into seeing a medic. But like I said, I have always been well off. Father's job pays certainly well enough and I'm an only child. I have always had enough to eat, and I'm very grateful because I know that even though Six isn't rich, it isn't poor, and we aren't either.

Enough about my past and present. Now about me.

I kinda look like my dad. Except my eyes. My eyes are a kind of brown that you would see maybe in the mud that forms in the gardens after the snow melts. My eyes match my mothers. But my hair is brown also, but a brown that changes with the season, darker in the winter, and closer to blond in the summer. It stands on end, like its a peacekeeper, never slouching. But I like it that way. When I look in the mirror, all I see are freckles. Freckles cover my face, on my nose, cheeks, forehead, everywhere. Sun spots, they are my personal substitution for a tan. I look like my dad, like I said. The freckles and hair, I'm just like him, but his eyes are blue. Blue as the sky on a summer afternoon. And they are so perfect. We share our rounded lips and our nose. And our ears that kinda stick out like a monkey's. We are both tiny in stature, but so is Mom. Mom can't be taller than 5 foot, and Dad is about 5 8". Me, im somwhere about 4 10" and I have little body fat and my bone structure is little. I'm like his mini-me.

Humorous or Genius? Am I funny or smart? Which personality will I follow? One means popularity, one means money. It's a painful choice. But I have decided I will become clever. Smart and hilarious mixed together, can give me a perfect combination. Do you think? I like to make cunning little jokes, usually making fun of people's stupidity, or to make them feel better if they're having a downer day. But I sometimes take it too far, and hurting people's feelings. I makes me feel terrible to think I caused harm to someone, but not only that person, but perhaps others, causing the ripple effect to happen. And nobody should be hurt with a joke. No one.

I am a simple boy, who loves to laugh. Joking is my way of expressing my emotions that I can't show. Sadness I release through laughter, joking with my friends, the ones who have lives like mine, with fathers like mine, and homes like mine, and they understand some of my jokes, but some are beyond their mental capacity, it takes patients to deal with them sometimes, how slow they are. But they are friends, and they get me. But next to my knowledge, I treasure them. I love them like brothers. The brothers I never had.

280D029C3503FF5800FFC273FDE8CC

odair

Faceclaim: Cameron Boyce
Song: The Horizon Has Been Defeated -Jack Johnson

and then our feet become the wheels
and then the wheels become the cars
and then the rigs begin to drill
until the drilling goes too far

[Emma]

Done! Phew!

[Deleted]

Love him!

You are now allowed to use this character on the boards.

If your character has a play-by, please register him/her with the Face Claim. Plotting opportunities can be found in Character Plots and open threads are listed in Open Threads.