Post by Aislin Locke on Mar 4, 2016 17:16:22 GMT
Name: Finley Jay Locke
Nickname(s): Finn-Finn, F.J.
Character Sheet
Species / Clan: Spliced
Status: New
Age: One year
Age Appearance: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Nationality: Hellion
Ethnicity: Irish
Height: Five feet, five inches
Weight: Ninety pounds
Religious beliefs: Violence
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual. Share the love.
Appearance: Thin, unnaturally pale, with dark hair and sharp, dog-like features, Finley is often mistaken for her mother. When she is feeling particularly cheeky, she even goes as far as to dye her hair the tell-tale rainbow and blonde that Inuko Locke so adored. Her eyes glow gold the closer the Beast is to the surface, masking the acid green that can so apparently differentiate her from the woman she hates. Her fangs are always obvious and pointed, and upon her cheeks are little freckles that almost look like they could have once been whiskers.
Personality: Finley is far too much like her mother for her own good. Vicious and quick-tempered, she is known for jumping to conclusions and making her own decisions no matter what anybody else has to say. She is incredibly animal in her behaviors, seeming far more canine than she does human. With fangs and claws almost always present, she is quick and light on her feet, almost fox-like.
Interests:
-Mythology
-Magic
-Nature
-Animals
-Kindred Clans and Camarilla Traditions
Skills:
-Melee and Firearm Affinities
-Animal Ken
-Investigation and Identification
History:
Finley wasn't supposed to be born. Her parents were dead, both of them, and before their final death, they were Kindred. They shouldn't have been able to breed. Yet, somehow, she had come into existence, shortly after the birth of her sister, Aislin. Kept in a test tube and monitored by some nameless demon, she grew from a tiny little embryo to a seventeen year old girl in the span of a few months. However, as soon as they let her out into Hell, she knew that she would never age again. She was eternally seventeen, and she didn't even get the pleasure childhood.
Immediately, they introduced her to her mother. They were given four months to train, and in those four months, Inuko Locke taught her everything she knew. It was easy for her to pick up on her mother's teachings, and by the time they were all expelled from Hell, she was a professional fighter and just as fiery as the woman who trained her. Unlike her sister, she never bothered to settle down, traveling and learning as many different fighting styles as she could.
Eventually, her travels brought her to Perth, Australia and met Lizzie, the woman responsible for her mother's prowess. She trained under the frizzy haired Gangrel for a short period of time, and when fists weren't flying, she was told stories of her parents. Her heart swelled with love for them both, even if she had never met Killy, her father. It did not take much to convince her to go, to meet the ghost of her mother. Leaving Perth, she tracked down her sister, who had taken to traveling with a man named Spencer. It was mere days before she left them both, going to Nagasaki. If they wanted to follow, it was up to them.
Their decision was easy.
Nickname(s): Finn-Finn, F.J.
Character Sheet
Species / Clan: Spliced
Status: New
Age: One year
Age Appearance: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Nationality: Hellion
Ethnicity: Irish
Height: Five feet, five inches
Weight: Ninety pounds
Religious beliefs: Violence
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual. Share the love.
Appearance: Thin, unnaturally pale, with dark hair and sharp, dog-like features, Finley is often mistaken for her mother. When she is feeling particularly cheeky, she even goes as far as to dye her hair the tell-tale rainbow and blonde that Inuko Locke so adored. Her eyes glow gold the closer the Beast is to the surface, masking the acid green that can so apparently differentiate her from the woman she hates. Her fangs are always obvious and pointed, and upon her cheeks are little freckles that almost look like they could have once been whiskers.
Personality: Finley is far too much like her mother for her own good. Vicious and quick-tempered, she is known for jumping to conclusions and making her own decisions no matter what anybody else has to say. She is incredibly animal in her behaviors, seeming far more canine than she does human. With fangs and claws almost always present, she is quick and light on her feet, almost fox-like.
Interests:
-Mythology
-Magic
-Nature
-Animals
-Kindred Clans and Camarilla Traditions
Skills:
-Melee and Firearm Affinities
-Animal Ken
-Investigation and Identification
History:
Finley wasn't supposed to be born. Her parents were dead, both of them, and before their final death, they were Kindred. They shouldn't have been able to breed. Yet, somehow, she had come into existence, shortly after the birth of her sister, Aislin. Kept in a test tube and monitored by some nameless demon, she grew from a tiny little embryo to a seventeen year old girl in the span of a few months. However, as soon as they let her out into Hell, she knew that she would never age again. She was eternally seventeen, and she didn't even get the pleasure childhood.
Immediately, they introduced her to her mother. They were given four months to train, and in those four months, Inuko Locke taught her everything she knew. It was easy for her to pick up on her mother's teachings, and by the time they were all expelled from Hell, she was a professional fighter and just as fiery as the woman who trained her. Unlike her sister, she never bothered to settle down, traveling and learning as many different fighting styles as she could.
Eventually, her travels brought her to Perth, Australia and met Lizzie, the woman responsible for her mother's prowess. She trained under the frizzy haired Gangrel for a short period of time, and when fists weren't flying, she was told stories of her parents. Her heart swelled with love for them both, even if she had never met Killy, her father. It did not take much to convince her to go, to meet the ghost of her mother. Leaving Perth, she tracked down her sister, who had taken to traveling with a man named Spencer. It was mere days before she left them both, going to Nagasaki. If they wanted to follow, it was up to them.
Their decision was easy.
