Finnigan, Hayden Ulfred

HAYDEN ULFRED FINNIGAN ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : hayden ulfred finnigan
( NICKNAMES ) :mainly finn. as he despises the name hayden. hayde, ulley, freddie, finnie. results may vary.
( SEX ) : male.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : half-blood.
( AGE & DOB ) : april 20th. sixteen.
( YEAR ) : sixth.
( HOUSE ) : gryffindor.
( CANON? ) : yeah, wanna fight about it?
( OCCUPATION ) : student.
( AFFILIATION ) : he doesn't care. it's all magic anyway.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual.
( WAND ) : 11 inches, ash wood, hair from the mane of a kelpie.

( LIKES ) : x drugs.
x girls.
x skating.
x cigarettes.
x music.
x reckless behavior.

( DISLIKES ) : x drama.
x accusers.
x interrogaters.
x advisers.
x authority.
x ministry workers.

( STRENGTHS ) : DADA, Herbology.
( WEAKNESSES ) :Muggle Studies, Divination.
( AMORTENTIA ) : french vanilla mixed with white chocolate caramel?
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : fear itself.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : punching his first professor.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : punching his first professor.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : student body rising in anarchy.

( PERSONALITY ) :
finn is an extremely impulsive individual. thinking through actions isn't exactly his forte. if he feels like smoking in class -- he will. if something upsets him, he'll live harder. he lives dangerously, and loves everything about it. he's the exact opposite of what parents would want their daughters bringing home -- though that wouldn't stop him from entering the abode with pride, however. he enjoys mouthing off to anybody that looks down on his lifestyle, regardless of stature. he questions authority, and considers it a false occupation. in other words, he's anything but respectful.

finn doesn't care what others fathom, about him -- unless, he considers you a companion. he's received more bad news than a seventeen year old, should ever have to, because of this when a cherished one hands discomfort to his character -- he often loses his temper. he'll flirt with anyone shamelessly - girl or guy - though he is as straight as an arrow. although he flirts at an excrutiating amount, he's deathly afraid of commitment. you'd have to be a pretty special girl to keep him faithful. you'd have to be unpredictable.

all in all, finn is an open-minded delinquent. he'd try anything, and enjoys near death experiences. he's complicated. you'll get used to it.

( HAIR ) : finn has medium length, wavy black hair. usually seen as a messy clump, carefully fixed upon his head. not so much due to a lack of hygeine, but instead as a result of neglect.

( EYES ) : finn's eyes are big and brown. to the oblivious, they may seem innocent, or filled with curiosity. but in actuality, they're glazed with a hatred for his peers and a pain only life can cause.

( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : finn's face is defined. his jawline is nothing short of definite. he has a scar above his left eye, but had it been a layer on photoshop -- the opacity would be 13% by now. his nose is a bit of a button, but somehow finn makes it work.

( BODY STRUCTURE ) : finn's has an athletic build. he's played quidditch since he was a child, due to his father's obsession with the sport. he's tall for his age, standing at a towering 6'2. but his excessive use of drugs has made him lose an obscene amount of weight. he sits at 155.

( ATTIRE ) : finn wears whatever he feels like. usually a hoody, skinny jeans sagged to his liking, and skate shoes. but there are occasion, when the young wizard decides to dress up.
( PLAY-BY ) : darren criss.

( PARENTS ) : SEAMUS FINNIGAN SR - AGE UNKNOWN - BUM - FATHER
KARA LANGLEY - 45 - WORKS FOR THE MINISTRY - MOTHER
( SIBLINGS ) : N/A
( OTHERS ) : apparently finn has a cousin that recently moved into their home. finn has not met him yet.
( HISTORY ) :
Finn was born in a cottage. Not because his family thought it would be a cute little story -- but because they were at their elderly friend's abode, and Finn's father, Seamus, didn't want to miss the game. So while Finn's mother, Kara, screamed at the sight of a head. Seamus screamed for a goal. Dysfunctional family, right? Exactly. Seamus didn't want kids, it was reflected in his actions -- no hugs, kisses, ands, ifs, or buts. Eventually, Seamus left. Finn watched his father pack. The last thing he remembers of his father, was the cigarette he flicked onto the couch as he walked out the door. Finn was four.

Eventually, Kara, angrily coping with the desertion of Seamus, got into the adult portrait industry. Let's not get into that. Finn grew more, and more alone, as the years progressed. Ten years old, and could not express himself. Until -- he found drugs. Finn soon immersed himself in a drug frenzy, and has been infaultuated since.

Finn has grown notorious for being a rebel. A REAL rebel. He knows how to play the game of life, and doesn't care what gets in his way. This is why he was thrown out of the house on a regular basis. Eventually, he didn't come back, and moved in with a friend of his. He now lives out of his muggle car, to which is parked, patiently waitong in King's Cross Station, for Finn's return.

( ALIAS ) : connorrrr!
( AGE ) : nineteen, yo.
( EXPERIENCE ) : going on eight years, this february.
( CONTACT INFO ) : msn dawgs - c_fizzlestix@live.com
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : an ad on the proboards support site.
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : can be of any quality or quantity, and from any site genre you wish.

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Saturday morning. Ellie lied awake in the Slytherin Boy's Dormitory. The night had been anything but harmonious, but then again, that's how all of his nights have been since the beginning of December. Maybe it was the Christmas jitters, his body's way of telling Ellie to stay in Hogwarts for the holidays. Maybe it was simply consternation. Let's say you're around a group of people who are trained in the fine arts of ninjutsu; ninjas, if you will. They've trained all their days, since children, to be at the best of their ability. But wait -- you've never even seen a kung fu movie. You'd begin to feel awkward, as the ninjas questioned why you were even exerting to stand near them. That was the circumstances with Ellie and his family. Though he was familiar with them, he was not familiar -- with them. All of Ellie's family, were Death Eaters. To whom worshiped the Dark Lord, and curse the very ground the Potters walk on. Since Ellie entered his third year, his father had been trying to steer his life in the direction of a Death Eater, as the rest of the Charleston. It was enough to keep Ellie up at night, concocting all of the stressful situations he'd be put through, and how he would slip out of them, before attracting attention to himself. It would be difficult, to say the least.

With a sigh, Ellie sat up in his bed. He pulled his green sheets back, and glanced at the glass window near his bed, to determine the time. Unfortunately, being in the dungeons, made the windows useless. Though they were quite attractive. "Bloody hell, what does one have to do to get some sunlight in this ruddy school," Ellie murmured as he exited his resting area. His hair was messy, and his glasses were nowhere to be found. Ellie found it quite tiresome to search for the spectacles, everyday. The case of the missing glasses merely meant; another day, without his glasses... Boohoo. Ellie's feet slipped on the cold, stone ground as he trailed over to his trunk. He pulled back the gold metal licks, and the trunk swung agape. Ellie had to move back quickly, to dodge the mouth hitting him, head on. This is actually more difficult, when you've technically just awoken (remember he didn't sleep). From it Ellie grabbed a thin, green AE embroidered graphic T-shirt, as well as jeans, and a pair of green vans. Ellie could have won a medal, seeing how fast he slipped his clothes on, and made his way down the stairs to exit the Boy's Dorm.

It wasn't as though Ellie didn't want breakfast. It was more that he couldn't. The sudden fear of going home, struck him once again as he mounted the last stair exiting the dungeons, and entering the Entrance Hall. He stood, dwelling on if he should risk taking a bite out of toast, and spewing his insides on the other Slytherins around him. He dwelled not. It was already enough, that he had to share a room, with the likes of these bugs. He wouldn't be subject to status quo, and eat with them as well. Ellie changed his direction toward the stairs. He didn't really have any intentions to go anywhere. But it was as if, he legs wouldn't let him go. Being Ellie, he was naturally drawn to dangerous areas. Hogwarts being one of those, said areas, exploring was anything but unnecessary. Because well... It was so necessary! At least in Ellie's point of view. Higher and higher, Ellie climbed until he was eventually on the top floor, he stopped at the head of the stairs. There was a Slytherin rumor of the Gryffindor Common Room being hidden behind on of the portraits on this floor. But then again, Ellie found anyone hiding away in their common room to be an annoyance, so it would be ridiculous to even look for it.

Just the Ellie heard a rumble, and a crack. Ellie swung his head around. Nobody was around him. Which was peculiar, because he hadn't moved at all. Blaming it on one of the millions of portraits surrounding him, Ellie shrugged it off, turned on his heel. He almost took a step. Before noticing if he had indeed, taken a step, he'd fall to his death. The staircase had begun moving, and Ellie had been to carefree to notice. He grabbed onto a railing to make sure he didn't lose balance. Well, he did love adventure, so if this lead him to a new place, that was okay in his book. A sigh escaped Ellie's lips as the staircase joined itself with another , Ellie had no idea existed. Another shrug was emitted, before Ellie took a step onto the new staircase, and began his journey up the stairs. Behind him, he could hear the groan and crack of the stairs moving back into it's original position. "The bloody bastard coulda warned me," Ellie murmured to himself. By 'bloody bastard', Ellie meant the staircase of course. Though it couldn't talk, there was reasonable suspicion to believe there was a reason for it's change of location. Ellie could make out a dim light at the top of the stairs, if he squinted. This caused Ellie to speed up his pace. This was a bad idea, because he lost his footing, and banged his knee on a hard stone stair. A moment of wincing, and Ellie got back to his feet, and hobbled up the stairs.

There was a door, at the end of a long hall, and as far as Ellie could see, that was all down the long hall. Ellie stopped to sneeze a couple time, as he made his way over to the small wooden door. It was dusty. Very dusty. Finally reaching the door. Ellie took a deep breath and grabbed hold of his wand. For all he knew, a pack of restless goblins behind the door. Pushing lightly on the door, Ellie whipped his wand out, and slipped inside of the dusty old room. That was it, a dusty old room. The were books around, and papers. A terrible place for a pack of restless goblins to live, if you asked Ellie. Not sensing any danger, he tucked his wand away, and decided some exploring was in order. Taking a couple steps deeper inside the large room, that was covered in dust. Ellie noticed a large inanimate object in the corner of his eye, covered with a large white, cloak of some kind. The shape looked familiar, so Ellie snooped. Whipping off the cloak, revealed a drum set. Ellie's eyes nearly popped out of his head, when he witnessed the beauty. The cymbal were a deep gold. The toms, and snare were set to an exact perfect height for Ellie. As well as a small stool behind the set, probably used for reading. It was peculiar. It was as if the drums were made from magic. Ellie knew Hogwarts was a magical place -- but this? Maybe Ellie had this place all wrong.

Ellie sat down of the stool, and simply marveled at drum set. He rubbed his hand across the Hi-Tom drum. It was as smooth -- as if it had never been use before. Ellie picked up the drumsticks. And spun them around in his fingers. It had been a while since he'd actually drummed. But it felt as if, he'd never stopped. As if there was a drum set right in the Boy's Dorm he wandered from, this morning. Minutes passed, before Ellie actually hit a drum. He'd been reminiscing, and pondering on if it was safe. There was always a double meaning at Hogwarts. A reason for everything. A random drum set appearing in a dusty old attic, as clear as day... Something wasn't right. But it sure felt like it. Ellie tapped at the drum set, before banging on it full on. He was sure the sound rang down the halls, but it felt amazing. If Ellie had gotten caught, he'd feel great. Bashing at the ride cymbal with his right, and tapping the crash cymbal with his left. He sighed, and ceased for a moment. He closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, which resulted in him catching dust in his throat and coughing a bit. A smirk appeared on Ellie's face, as he rapped at the drums once again.