Finnegan Hood {D4/FIN}

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[presto] F I N N E G A N H O O D D I S T R I C T F O U R E I G H T E E N [/presto] APPEARANCE In a dimly lit room stands a boy who blocks the only source of light coming from a lamp with his height, standing about six feet and two inches. The features of his face are hidden from the eyes of his client, but if they could have seen him in the light they would have seen the wisps of brunette hair and blue eyes set in his chiseled features. They would also see he’s dressed sharply for a boy of eighteen, with a crisply ironed white shirt underneath a coal black jacket. His shoes scrunch his large feet within the soles, causing him to fidget with the slightest fits of discomfort. He quickly pushes the notion aside when they notice, instead clearing his throat and beginning to speak in a voice that is smooth and deep, like that of dark water tumbling over smooth rocks. His mannerisms are strictly business, discussing that of terms and conditions that he will carry out to every extent. He takes his client’s nodding as an agreement, and cracks a smirk that lets childhood excitement peek through. He pulls a black, leather notebook from the inside pocket of his jacket and opens it to the latest page, scrawling something illegible down on the next blank line. He shuts it as quickly as he had caused it to appear, and offers out a hand in gratitude. He’s got a firm grip that causes the note of the strength in his arms. He ushers them to the door on the far side of the room, and with one swift motion he shows them out. As they turn around and test the golden knob, they find it is locked, and with a shrug they turn on their heel and head off, not entirely sure of what’s happened. Behind the door, however, he still sits, running his hands through his hair and pondering over the choices he’s made. But only for a moment, because Finnegan Hood has better things to do than ponder over choices that can’t be changed. He lets out a sigh of both stress and relief, and pulling out the notebook once again, checks over the final details of the deal he’s just made. His hands tremble a bit as he turns the pages, knowing that what he’s just agreed to do requires pulling quite a few strings, but the reward at the end of the deed is well worth the trouble it might put him though. PERSONALITY He’s apt to hold his tongue a lot of the time, only taking a moment or two to let a sarcastic remark fall from under his breath. He believes that most anything can be used against him if the right situation arose, and he doesn’t want to give anyone an advantage against him. Many call him a good listener, and I suppose they’re right, he listens intently to any words spoken, even if they aren’t directed at his attention. The stock market of life is a tricky one, and unless he’s paying attention in where to invest, he’s not going to make much of a profit. And that’s what his deals depend on entirely, his ability to know what’s going on and when. He trades information like kids trade cards, never getting emotionally attached to any of them, regardless of what others might say. Business is not allowed to interfere with his personal life, but then again, it’s questionable if he does even have a life outside of business. He does his best to stay relatively calm in all situations, and even if he does become flustered, he attempts to hide the flush in his cheeks or the fidgeting of his thumbs. Many have him pegged as the temperamental, angry type, but really, this could be farther from the truth. Anger doesn’t get him the payment he’s striving for, no, it only turns people away. The money will only be laid on the table once the dust has settled, and kicking it up more only makes the wait longer. It’s all worth it in the end, for once he’s got his hands on the cash, drugs, or love he’s been striving after, all the pain it took to come around becomes worth it. Temporary relief out shadows all the problems that stood in the path from start to finish. So what does cause the composed boy to crumble apart? Many people have tried to crack the code of Finnegan Hood, but few have been successful. The ones that have are the only people he tends to relate to on a level other than business, because they are important. They are the ones that could turn against him at any point, and those people must be protected at any cost. Uriel, for example, the one boy who has pushed to the edge of cracking, the one who’s shown him that the “strictly business” life is one that will never leave him permanently happy. Other things make him quiver in his steps, normal fears like the night and storms and drowning. He never talks about them, though, for that is only ammunition going down the barrel of gun that he never wants shot. HISTORY When Finnegan was younger, his parents became concerned at his interest in trading things among his circle of friends, but they were thoroughly convinced that it was a phase he would quickly grow out of. Wrong. They were also concerned at his lack of speech and his over interest in hiding behind doors to listen in on conversations, but again they figured it would all pass. Wrong again. These are the habits that have never changed, the ones that have stuck with him until now, and probably always will. His parents have stopped worrying about it being a phase, because they’ve found out it isn’t, and regardless, Finnegan’s not home enough for them to be able to enforce any discipline on the matter. As he grew his thoughts became more complex, as did the deals he struck. At the age of fifteen he struck a deal with a boy just a year younger than him. The boy wanted nothing more than a bit of alcohol he was too nervous to procure for himself, and that is when he called upon Finnegan. It was a simple task, one that had been performed once before. Finnegan took to the boy immediately, and the thought of staying to the business at hand bothered him for once. He gave the boy what he wanted, and in turn the boy gave Finnegan what he had set as the asking price. But unlike most deals, where at this point he would show the client to the door and ponder of his reward, he pulled the boy back by the shoulder and told him to sit down and stay a while. Uriel. The name fit better than “the boy” and in turn Uriel gave the nickname Finn to him. He was the only one who was allowed to call him that, and even the thought of anyone else referring to him as it ruffled his feathers. Uriel was the first boy that he dared to call a friend, and the feeling was strange and foreign. He was used to the life of transactions and risks, not one of truth and feelings. Now, three years later, the two are still close and communicate on an almost day-to-day basis. Finnegan is a hard outer shell that only Uriel has shown interest in cracking, and so far, he’s been slowly making progress. Finnegan won’t admit it, but being able to talk about something other than business has been… refreshing. OTHER Finnegan Hood age: 18 district: 4 gender: male face claim: Joshua Eady codeword: oDair words: 411 + 450 + 410 = 1,271 template by chelsey

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The history isn't as good as I planned but ayee finished.

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