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[ Ignatius Elias Finn ]
[don't have an image for him yet]
Name:Ignatius Elias Finn
age:17
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Profession:B.P.R.D Messenger boy
Species : Imp
Side: Good
Powers: Teleportation. Iggy can teleport himself in a flash of brimstone from one place to another. He often leaves a reddish smoke in the air when he does it though. He can teleport anywhere he can think of, but can't go across countries or nothing.
OVERALL
Eyes:Blue
Hairs:Reddish brown
Height:5'4
Weight:120lbs
Particular signs ?:Iggy has small horns hidden in his hair. They are small and reddish brown so they hide in his hair quite nicely. He also has a tail that is the same reddish color as his horns, that ends in a spade. He can hang from things with it and often swishes it around to annoy people.
Apperance: Iggy is a short lanky looking kid with messy reddish brown hair and deep blue eyes. He is short for a human but average height for an imp, standing at 5'4". He is skinny and has wiry muscle all throughout his body. He wears his hair so that it is long enough to be styled and hide his horns. It barely touches his ears however, and rarely ever gets longer than that. His hair sticks up in many directions, even though Iggy brushes it flat every morning, and is very unruly. His eyes are framed by quirky eyebrows that seem to have a life of their own. His face is slightly chubby with a hint of baby fat clinging to his face. His eyes are lively and only look dull when he is ill or sad. Iggy's tail is one of his favourite features, and it is often seen swishing around happily wagging like a dogs. Iggy likes to wear old clothes and hates the newer stuff. He will usually wear a ratty old button up, moth eaten tie, and beat up black slacks. Due to his frequent teleportation the clothes he wears often lose there newness very quickly.
Now you are
Likes:Cats,Chocolate,Ice cream,Teleporting, his tail, cheese whiz, sugar cubes, puzzles, annoying people, playing tag, mysteries, twinkies, good people, talking to people, liz, B.P.R.D., and Hellboy.
Dislikes:Dogs, vanilla, vegtables, being ordered to do something, being bored, speeches, monotony, snobbish people, people who make fun of him, people who hurt his friends, ninjas, elves, the government, and romance.
Fears:That he will end up a slave to someone, that he will lose his friends, that B.P.R.D will send him away.
Weak point ? : His friends, his willingness to do anything for sugar cubes.
PERSONALITY: Iggy is a very cat like boy. Like the cat he is very graceful in his movements and like watching things. He can sit for hours just waiting for something to happen and doesn't really need human company to survive. He is however, like most boys his age when it comes to playing outside. While he will avoid water,due to an accident he experienced as a small child by the ice rink, he loves to climb trees and scamper about getting into everything. He is very active when he wants to be and loves causing little accidents in the kitchens to sneak a roll or two. He is very secretive and does not like sharing information with people unless he has to. If it will help the person in some way ,shape or form he will spill his guts. If you just want to know because your bored his lips are sealed. He is very loyal to his friends and family but will skirt the edges of betrayal when it comes to strangers. He takes awhile to get used to new people and will check them out before going up to them and striking a conversation.
His intelligence is average for a boy his age, though he does learn things quickly after seeing them done a few times. He likes learning new things and seeing the hard work he has done pay off in the end. He is very determined and stubborn. If it does not work the first time he will try repeatedly to get the job done, even if he smashes, breaks, or steps on something to get it finished. He excells in things like reading and writing but hates math. He can not seem to wrap his head around the problems and will often be seen in the library struggling with them. He is very proud and it takes alot for him to admit defeat and ask for help. When he does most know it's a big step for him to take. He is a quiet lad and does not like to be verbose unless with friends. He is often referred to as someone's shy shadow and takes the title as a compliment. He is not easily angered and it takes alot for him to finally snap. When he does it's usually an explosion of words that will harm even someone with the thickest skin. He does not like to fight physically but will when he has to. He will fight to protect someone's honour and will do anything for a friend. He is very reliable with tasks and will set out to do it when you tell him to. He feels very duty bound to the common people and likes the way they talk and act. He finds them more intresting than the stuffy nobles at court and often wonders what it would by like if the common people ran the world. He likes to think about odd problems like that and can often be caught daydreaming in mathmatics.
HISTORY: Iggy was born like all imps were, in the deepest and darkest corner of Manhattan's sewers. He was an average looking imp, whose mother was a sewer imp and whose father was a ground imp. Iggy seemed to have inherited his father's looks for the boy did not have the dark features of his mother. He was a healthy baby and one of three children already living in tunnel seven. He showed a healthy curiousity as a child and would often toddle towards the manholes when he learned to walk. His brothers and sisters were always trying to catch him or keep him out of trouble when he was a lad and often grew tired with their little brother's wanderings. His parents grew worried everytime their son left the burrow and before they knew it they were thinking of giving him up. Such a son was not worth the trouble he got into, so why not give him to some troll?
Iggy, totally unaware of his parents plans to sell him to slavery, grew up in a curious world. He tried to get into everything to see how it worked or how it moved. He wanted to know everything about his world and by the time he was four he had explored every nook and cranny of the sewer system. He longed for something more intresting and often found himself looking upwards towards the human world. A few beatings from his elder brother always prevented him from running towards the surface however, and soon after his seventh birthday his family sold him to the slaver trolls. The slaver trolls were not the greatest of keepers. They beat and starved their slaves until the captives couldn't move. The frightened little Iggy was often the subject of many beatings and quickly learned to stay still and not talk. The slaver trolls often sold their victims to surface dwellers that used them for fighting rings or bait for bigger badder things. Iggy was unfourtunate enough to be sold to the latter.
The man who bought him was a seedy elf by the name of bartimus crouch. Bart was trying to get past a rather large hellhound whose owner he owed money. Not wanting to get eaten he bought the little imp boy to 'distract' the hound so he could slip through. Too used to slavery to complain or struggle, Iggy let himself be dragged to the above ground, to a subway station. Bart dragged the imp boy to Grand Central Station and was about to feed him to the hound when a large red thing shot his head off. Iggy, now covered in guts, frightened half to death, and unable to move could only pray that the big red thing wouldn't hurt him. The big red thing turned out to be a man called Hellboy, who worked for a secret agency called the B.P.R.D. Hellboy took the young imp home after that day and from then on the boy served as a messenger boy for the agency.
ACTOR USED:None at the moment [I can't find a face I like yet.]
| QUOTE | POST RP EXAMPLE:((From my character on Corus Aiden of Trebond))
It wasn't the rain Aiden hated. Aiden rather liked rain, with the moist dampness it filled the air with, the cool air it left it it's wake, and the gentle pounding that was relaxing after a day hard at work in the training yards, it was a gentle soothing thing. Aiden liked the days were training classes in the yard were canceled and all they had to do was work inside and on their classwork. It was surprising how a day out of the hot sun could leave you with so much more energy than before. It was something Aiden never got, but liked anyway. The things he didn't like were not as simple as rain or days indoors. They were the boys he trained with. While Aiden was a well liked boy, with a few friends dotted here and there, he had a horrible habit of saying whatever was on his mind. Apparently saying your mind was a punishable offense with the older pages, as whenever Aiden opened his mouth he recieved a beating later in the day. It became almost routine for the boy to find a gang of two or three boys waiting to catch him alone in the stables or in a hallway after dinner. He didn't let them walk all over him, he was too prideful to let that happen, but his small size and inexperience compared to the older boys usually ended with him bruised all over and punishment duty to boot. It was something the young Trebond grew to expect with his training. Secretly he began to hope for the years ahead, when these louts would be gone and he would be able to get through a week without ending up in the training master's office.
The punishment duty was never a bad thing by itself. The mix of sore muscles, bruises, and the combined weight of his classwork and yard work usually threw the poor lad over the edge. He had been lucky this time to only get a few bells of stable work in the mornings. That last fight had been a bloody one, with him giving a boy a bloody nose and a black eye and recieving a black eye and a few splits above his eyebrows in thanks, and he had thought the training master was going to make him leave. To his surprise she only stared at him for a moment before giving him his punishment and sending him to the healers for his eye. The healers had done a fine job with the blackish bruise but had left it only half healed. It looked like a greenish sunset against his pale skin. Aiden wore it like a badge of honor that rainy wet morning he marched to the stables. He wasn't going to let those blockheads think him a baby and cry over a black eye. He had made sure this morning to rise early enough to finish his work and be able to wash up for breakfast. He never liked being late and was determined not to do so today.
The work in the stables was pleasent enough when he wasn't tired. The horses were all just waking up and gently whinnied to each other good mornings. Aiden had recieved a following of stray cats on his frequent trips to the stables. They would meow and wind around his legs while he baled hay out of the lofts and mucked out boxes. Sometimes, when Aiden concentrated hard enough, he could hear their voices and understand their words just as he could any human. Today was one of those days. A calico coloured tom with one eye, who he had named Patch for the distinct pattern on his back, watched him with a keen eye making sure he didn't mess up or do a half arsed job. Aiden secretly believed the cat was one of the hostlers pets but didn't say anything. Patch could get very touchy with questions like that. You missed a spot. the cat meowed streching his back so that his claws came out of his front paws. Aiden frowned towards the cat and stuck out his tongue. "Why don't you come and fix it then?" he said sullenly. The cat had been bothering him for the past half an hour. Patch scoffed and yawned widely saying No thanks. Aiden sighed and shook his head at the animal. "Why tell me if your not going to do anything?" he asked in a low mutter that he knew the cat could hear. Instead of the sarcastic reply he expected the cat yowled so fiercely Aiden jumped and lost his concentration. The cat's meowing made no sense to him now but the feelings the animal felt were clear as day. His tormentors had come for him again.
Quickly trying to move away so that another fight wouldn't start, Aiden dropped his pitch fork and tried to leap into one of the boxes. He was a hair too slow however and a hand the size of a small ham grabbed onto his hair and dragged him out. Wincing and meeting the eyes of his tormentor he saw the bruised face of Jesslaw staring down at him. Feeling fear in the pit of his stomach for the first time that morning, he felt slightly sick with it, he flailed trying to release himself from the boy's grip. Why was he here so early? Couldn't he sleep late like a normal page? Aiden knew the true answer to that. The boy had woken up for one purpose and one cause, to beat the living tar out of the boy who had bruised his face. "Your in for it Trebond." the bigger boy growled drawing back a fist and slamming the younger boy in the gut. Aiden felt the air whoosh out of him and fell back against the stable floor groaning. He knew from the strength of that punch this would not be a light beating. Jesslaw moved closer and deliever a few good kicks before Aiden could wrap his arms around his legs and pull him to the ground. Each blow stung against the boy's already bruised ribs and he saw spots before a voice called out.
“Hello,” he called; his voice raised enough to be heard over the din, “Is anyone here? Or am I hearing things? If I am, it’s a worry, because then I’d have to conclude that horses can talk. They’ll likely lock me up for years.”
Jesslaw looked up suddenly and paled before running out of the stables. He knew that getting caught now would not look good for him. Aiden just lay on the stable floor trying to get his breathing in order and check if anything was broken. Patch, who had hidden in the lofts when the older boy had stormed in, came from his hiding place and licked the boy's face gently with his sandpaper tongue. As the cat meowed softly, Aiden hoped whoever was in the stables was kind and not here to beat him up.
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Iggy Finn(WIP), Imp
