House : Slytherin
Year : Seventh, baby!
Familiar : A very ill tempered, but expensive, great horned owl named Faust.
Gender : Male
Age : 18
Ethnicity : Anglo Saxon
Appearance : Finneas is one of the boys who's looks betray his true intentions. He's handsome in that very boyish way that leaves him with nothing but an open face and charming smiles. His eyes are wide and a very vibrant shade of green that match the ends of his magically changed hair. The bits that aren't green are a very soft brown, and like his over all appearance is mussy and juvenile. He appreciates that look. He thinks the whole mop head look is very suave. He also has the sort of smile that dimples at the corners and wrinkles his eyes, making him appear all the more charming and boyish.
Other than that? He's mostly pale, is around average height (5' 9''), and doesn't have an exceptionally thick body type or exceptionally thin. He's just there, really. Oh... and because he likes the ladies to think he's a rebel, he leaves his shirt tail and tie untucked form his uniform.
Origins : Born and Bred in the gloomy bits of London weather.
Personality Quirks : Anything that wasn't given away in his appearance description... well. He's a very, very, very, smart boy. It's obvious when you speak to him that he's clever and witty. He wouldn't dream of hiding the fact he's a smooth talker and a smoother operator.
That's one of his flaws: He's rather big headed and cocky. He knows when he's better and he'll assert the fact... But despite the fact that he's smart, he's lazy and sometimes unmotivated when he doesn't feel challenged. He tends to shirk his homework and duties as a student so that his marks fall dangerously low (in the years before he spent most of his time sneaking out with his best mate go broom riding after hours), but when it comes time for exams and tests, he turns out brilliant work. On his OWLs he did ludicrously well, not the best in his year, but one of.
But what does he put all his genius too? Pranks. He LOVES pulling pranks and to the grief and dislike of peers and teachers alike he does them VERY well.
Also: He tends not to play well with others. He's very good at reading certain types of people and if he doesn't like you, he'll definitely let you know, but those he finds worth while he keeps very close.
Oh yeah. He's a pure blood, but he tries not to be rude about it.
"And what, pray tell, is it that you're doing, Eoin?" Finneas asked of his steadfast friend since his first year at Hogwarts.
They were slung about Finn's room in the hottest part of the summer holiday. He was hanging upside down from his bed watching as his friend approached his very large and expensive owl: Faust. The great creature was eyeing the approaching boy moodily. He let loose a warning squawk. Any sane man would have known better than to approach any sort of beast with that sort of vicious look, his feathers ruffling to make him appear bigger and more intimidating on his perch.
"Making good with your hell spawn so he'll get my letters to you when you go back to school." Eoin said rather through his teeth, trying to keep his voice low.
Finn stared and then broke out into a laugh. "You're trying to make PEACE with that monster? Why don't you just send your owl."
"My owl's old... He'll never make the distance. He was good for school, but now that I'm leaving-"
"Auuuugh..." Finn groaned, sliding from his bed into a half heap. "Don't keep reminding me... I keep thinking how I have to find a replacement for your expertise as both best mate and ingeinus side kick." He rubbed a hand over his eyes. "I'll never find ANYONE."
Eoin laughed, his hand out to the great horned owl. It eyed his out stretched hand with hateful yellow eyes. It bellowed a deeper noise, opening his wings.
"Bah! You can laugh about it... you get to go and be on this great pro team... and I'll be stuck at school, boring my way through NEWT exams. My seventh year was supposed to be GREAT... now it'll just be..." He sighed. "Boring... I don't think I can even make it to classes."
"It won't be so bad. It WASN'T that bad." Eoin said with a grin and then cussed rather loudly. Faust had bitten Eoin's thumb. He drew it back and stuck it in his mouth to suck on the blood flowing out. He glared distastefully at the foul tempered fowl.
"Tsk, tsk." Finn tutted, "I tired to warn you."
"Maybe we should just use muggle post."
