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Date Posted: 19:02:05 07/03/04 Sat
Author: Fineas Carnel
Subject: ...to see the world in a grain of sand...

:ooc name:
Hype

:email:
Spasticflags719@hotmail.com

:character name:
Fineas Carnel

:age:
18

:gender:
male

:race:
Indigo

:abilities:
Shapeshifting clairvoyant

:appearance:
Fineas stands at six feet tall exactly, and he was born with light to tanned skin and dark brown hair. His eyes are relatively light colored, but not normally bright. They're a storm grey and blue, mostly grey with an inkling that once he was a happy blue eyed baby, but never more. He is well built, and well muscled, but now we go into much deeper detail. His hair looks black, but it truly a dark brown, cropped short and close to his head, but not quite a buzz cut, standing slightly longer on the top and always quite a mess. Four barely visible, barely noticeable hairline scars rake his left jawline, chin and neck. If he ever smiles, he has a dimple on his right side. He has broad shoulders, muscled and lean from a love for swimming and climbing. He wears a dark brown sleeveless shirt that fits well, but not tight. He's not completely slim in the waist, and does not have the most well defined abs, but there's plenty of strength there too. Fineas has deep, dark blue jeans and regular brown sneakers. His jeans are slightly baggy, enough to be comfortable and not fall off when he runs. Being a shifter, he keeps a bag with him with another pair of the same clothes, and also has a small first aid kit, a hunting knife, and a peculiar little black button. Around his neck is a slightly loose fitting chain, easily self adjusting in the back, that he wears constantly.

:personality:
Fineas is very strong at heart. It takes a very strong willed person to deal with clairvoyance. To foresee, but to also see the past, to know the history and future within one single touch and still not falter. He is strong willed and deep down still very vibrant. His emotions reflect in his eyes, what he sees reflects in the colors of his eyes, brought on by both clairvoyance and shifting. He is exceptionally smart, able to pick up and memorize anything. Logic and common sense come easily, understanding concepts, languages, almost anything. Fineas gives off an air of friendliness and strength, amazing leadership qualities. But when he is alone, or contemplative; even in the best of times, his eyes seem so very sorrowful. All the pain he has seen in himself and others is never locked away. His emotions are easily read by anyone, but his eyes are always full of sorrow unless shifted to some color unnatural. A mysterious one, Fineas Carnel.

:history:
Fineas is exactly what his namesake is: an oracle. They did not name him immeadiately, only after the touch of a nurse sent Fineas into great peals of laughter, his eyes shining a brilliant blue, which they thought was only natural: most baby's eyes were always bright blue. The nurse was told of her husband's winning the lottery an hour later, as Fineas laughed again, kicking his tiny little feet in the air. But no one knew why little Fin always cried when his father held him, at least not until he could speak clear sentences and have normal conversations. At five years old his father left for good, and little Fin knew the scene by heart, for he had seen it every time his father held him. His dad kneeled down and said he would be home from his busines trip next week. And little Fineas said no, as was different in the sight he had. Fineas spoke in that matter of fact tone that little children have, and spoke plainly that Daddy would die in a plane crash soon, and not come home. The parents chuckled until Mrs. Carnel was given that fateful news two days later. Fineas never cried. He had cried for his father for the last five years, but felt no pain, because he also knew his father's past, the cheating scum that Fineas did not understand for some time, when he looked on the memories when he became older. His mother denied Fineas's gift and grew ignorant of his talents...at least until he walked into the kitchen with a grin...and a fabulous new pair of wolf ears. "Look Mom!" He cried gleefully, wiggling them about, "isn't that awesome?!" She had screamed and fainted, and the ears slipped back into his hair as if they'd never been. He decided not to tell her, but it was hard to control. He would sneeze sometimes, and suddenly have a snout, or a trunk. Get angry and begin to grow fur, fangs, and growl. Until one day he had wished with such fervence that he could be like his favorite t.v. star at age twelve that he turned into him for a few chance seconds. At thirteen he tried to control it, being to harness this strange effect. He had begun to read articles on these people, classified as Indigos, people with rare talents, often called deformities. He touched a girl's hand at school and found one like himself. His vision of her in a cold cement cell was horrifying, her filling the room with purple flames in her anger, only to find his vision true. She died of severe brain damage and internal bleeding after being caught by Neutrals. At fifteen he ran from his home, his mother and his friends. The touch of people sickened him, and he was rapidly breaking down, shifting at odd times and unable to control it. He needed space, and for a year he wandered, shifted and hunted like an animal, morphed into other people to live among humans, changing his hair, eyes and facial features. Fineas slowly regained his sense of self, slowly accepting the frightful images of his second sight. Beyond that, he ventures here, to this time, where yet more history will be written.

:sample post:
...And again it happened, and this was the last time it would. Fineas and his mother sat quiet at the dinner table, eating spaghetti while the television blared in the background. No doubt his mother had recieved the call from the principal by now, a call suggesting a future doctor's appointment. Rumors flying about that Fin had miraculously grown a full fledged leopard spotted tail in the middle of painting class, whispers in the hall that he shied away from touching skin to skin, that his eyes turned amber colored when he was angry, sometimes even bright red. Tales of Indigos and the Lightworkers, stories of children run from their homes by their own families, talk of how Mrs. Carnel, still so frightened by the first prediction of her son, would never seek to chase him away. She kept her head down and never responded, barely saw when his shredded clothes turned up in the trash, or one of her chairs had claw marks on the back. But tonight was it...

...A sneeze wracked Fineas's well built frame and a scream resounded as the two dark brown-black wolf ears sprouted freely from his scalp. He looked up at her horrified face with a sniff, his eyes swirling slightly as they began to change color. He knew this day already, he knew the flashes of it, the scream, some breaking glass, Fineas as a full wolf with a dar green bag in his mouth. She reached for the phone and he gave a low warning growl as a snout took the place of his own nose and mouth, fur rippling down his back as he slid out of his clothes. You won't call them. I already know. I'm leaving. You won't ever hear from me, I'm sorry. You won't betray your family. She watched him shift and take the green bag between his teeth, and Fineas turned to the living room. The kitchen chair sailed over his head into the window and his amber colored wolf eyes watched her sadly as she grabbed the phone. Before she had it off the hook he was gone, a black shadow in the midnight blue depths, every footfall flashing through the past, visions of forest fires, backyard football games and death as he trod over the earth and leaves; and Fineas tried to escape it, tried to run from his own sight. Just running, and running, and running...

:ooc:

I would like to suggest clairvoyance as a talent. And if so, then that is what Fineas will have. If not, then I will choose empathy instead.

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Well... -- Laurel, 19:36:38 07/03/04 Sat
- *smile* -- Hype, 15:56:59 07/05/04 Mon