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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:39 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Uilum
Position ↠ Prince
Full Name ↠ Finlay Tamlin Tonnerre
Nickname ↠ Fin, Finny, Tam
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ February 12th
Height ↠ 6'7"
Weight ↠ 189 lb
Powers ↡
Electrical Absorption - Like a magnet, electricity is drawn to him. It can be static electricity, lightening, electricity generated by powers - whatever the source, Finlay's body absorbs it automatically and without question to a nearly infinite degree. Once absorbed the electricity is compacted and stored within him, like a human battery pack. This was harder on his body when he was small, but as he's grown bigger it has allowed him to handle the excess heat and energy better.
Shockwave - All at once, Fin can push out all of the electricity he has stored in his body outward in an explosion with him at the center. He has been given practice letting out smaller waves of electricity - using it to assist with powering factories, machines, anything his father or sister asked of him in the capital - but he is constantly worried he will do more damage than good when he is forced to do so. He sees this power as a force to do harm and only uses it in an attempt to help people.
Personality ↡
Despite his towering size, Finlay is a bleeding heart. He is bumbling and awkward, not always saying the right thing at the right time while always having the best intentions at heart. While he can see their father's influence in Gwen, he is ever confident that she is putting on airs to win his approval and keep the title of heir for the good of their people and tries his best to encourage and support her. He is friendly and open with everyone, actively looking for the most peaceful way out of any situation he finds himself in - even if it is detrimental to himself. Easy going with real golden retriever energy. Rarely does he find himself angry with anyone, though he does often find himself disappointed.
Political Opinion ↠ The actions that Corthyr has taken against their border towns has left him with nothing but unbridled disgust when he thinks of the kingdom of poison. He doesn't quite understand why Siscia is such a great threat to their kingdom, however Winduria freaks him out a little bit. Some of that might have something to do with Gwen snapping at them when they were children and telling him that a Windurian would break into his room at night and suffocate him if he didn't shut up.
Biography ↡
Being fourteen minutes older was a special kind of hell. Extra attention. Hovering nursemaids. Unobtainable goal posts that little Finlay needed to meet with ease. All on top of his poor health. He'd always been just a little bit more fussy than Gwendolyn, electricity pulling toward him and disappearing under his skin with a crackle of his nerves in the rawest way. As a babe it was something he would grow out of, something that only happened because he didn't know better yet. Only he never grew out of it. He only grew more and more sick. The more electricity he would store, the hotter he would become until he broke out into fevers. High fevers that often had him wailing and sparking off of him in a way that only made their father grow more interested in the powers his son was displaying. Interest that would follow him the older he got.
Unfortunately, that interest quickly turned sour. Finlay struggled with focusing on his lessons as a child, the painful sting of electricity grating against his nerves too big of a distraction when sleep inducing topics like history or maths came up. Not only was he frequently bedridden with high fevers, but now he was failing most of his courses? It was bad enough that he had been late to start learning etiquette because of how frequently he was sick. More and more marks against him piled up as he struggled, taking just a little bit longer to get work done than was deemed acceptable. Every struggle another mark against him as he barely managed to reach the goalposts laid before him just a little too late. However, it was the lessons in swordsmanship that ended up being his greatest downfall with his father.
He was ten when the king declared he could no longer put off learning to fight. It was a man's duty, his honor to stand strong as a beacon of victory to their people. Little Fin had been anxious. The idea of holding a giant steak knife and cutting people up turned his stomach. The true problem had been the spark of static electricity that had passed between the instructor and Finlay's hands as the training sword had been passed off to the prince. The static jolt had sucked in more electricity than his body could handle in the moment, his vision going hazy as he crumpled. It had felt like dozens of tiny swords scraping along his raw nerves, the pain only getting worse as his body hit the ground. The court physician was called once again and finally, finally suspected something might be wrong. That little Prince Finlay might be suffering from some kind of chronic illness. It was hard to believe, anything similar had not been diagnosed in someone so young as far as the physician knew. It was a diagnosis that was the death knell on his time as heir.
While it broke his heart to watch his sister take his place, there was some warmth in seeing how it seemed to suit her. Not to mention the blanket of relief that washed over him. Finally he was out of his father's spotlight. Ignored in a way - outside of his visits with the nurses - that he wasn't sure what to do with. His time had never been freer, and now he needed to figure out what to do with it. Books had always been his companions when he was too sick to get out of bed. Now he needed something else. The question was what. It wasn't an easy task, finding the thing that ended up being his passion. It took a few years and a visit to border towns with Gwen - a visit he begged to go on and his request was granted by some miracle - to find it. Seeing the state of the towns, the citizens, broke his heart so thoroughly he had to be left in the carriage so that no one could see his tears - just another sign that the boy was not ruler material to their father.
It also lit a fire in his heart. Finlay had known a life of excess. He never had to question his next meal or if there would be a roof over his head. But the survivors he was seeing now? They didn't have that kind of security. His naive, thirteen year old heart wanted to give it to them. In helping them where he could - passing out rations, clothing, helping to power anything that the displaced needed - that left him feeling more whole than he had felt since he could remember. Even more surprising, it was something that his father didn't seem to have an issue with. In fact, when Finlay returned from that fateful trip with Gwendolyn, he was shocked to learn that the king was willing to actively encourage his new desire to help the people. With a caveat. He would only be allowed out to help when his condition was mild. Any sense of weakness would not be allowed while he was in the public eye.
Still, it did not discourage him. On the days that Fin was able to get up and move without the ever shameful cane that his father often had taken away from him, he was up and out of the castle on whatever mission he was able to participate in that day. It was a small way that he could help his sister, wanting to do everything that he could to assist her in garnering public approval. While Fin believed with his whole heart that Gwen would be a kinder ruler than their father and he doubted she would need the help, it soothed him to know that there was at least something he could do even when his body felt useless most days. So he would put in that extra effort, giving our bread and helping where he could. They were days that he cherished, days that gave him meaning.
Then, Anastasia came along. Hate or dislike were not words that Fin had for any of his feelings. But discomfort? Her presence was a reminder that the King had been unfaithful. That the twin's mother meant so little to him that he did not think twice about straying. Something that swirl low in Fin's gut, once again making him feel that sadness that he struggled to name. Not that any of it was poor Ana's fault. In fact, Fin did all he could to be kind to his new sister. She was not their father's mistakes and, by golly, he was determined not to treat her as such when this was all so new to her. Instead, since he had the time, he wanted to help her learn how things worked in her new home. When she avoided him, it meant giving her wide eyes and small shakes of his head to stop her before she landed in heaps of trouble. Gwen seemed to buddy up to her some days, while ignoring her others. Fin found he couldn't fault her when his own feelings were so mixed.
Days blended together into trying to help Ana, trying to help his father and Gwen, and his charity work. There was always more charity work to do, the war always ebbing and flowing on their borders. Until one day it wasn't. Somehow the war had just... stopped. And thank the gods for it. A weight that had been on Fin his entire life seemed to lift, one he hadn't even known was there. Soon a letter arrived. One that stated an operation for peace under the guise of a school. Instantly, he was delighted. Finlay wanted to go, as of he had found a new purpose. The gods seemed to be listening to him after gifting him a life of pain. There were ground rules, of course. Not to be found on his cane. Never to show weakness. Rules he wasn't sure his father realized he couldn't maintain. Or if the man did, he did not care. Nor did Fin. Instead all he could feel was excitement for what the future might bring.
Likes ↡
ϟ Being Helpful
ϟ Gwen
ϟ Children
ϟ Reading
ϟ Apples
ϟ Being outside
Dislikes ↡
ϟ Violence / Fighting
ϟ Having to try to tame his hair
ϟ Blood
ϟ Being bedridden
ϟ Being called Tammy
ϟ Lemons
Misc. Info ↡
ϟ While it is rare that he gets angry, when he does electricity will arc off of his body or between his fingers and curls. Even when he is not angry, he frequently shocks people when they touch. It's not enough to do damage, but it does sting both him and his unwitting victim.
ϟ Calls Gwendolyn "Gwennie." He does not realize she doesn't like it.
ϟ He does not tan. Extended time in the sun just gives him more freckles.
ϟ Cannot hold his liquor. His face and nose get very red and he gets drunk very quickly.
ϟ He usually feels warmer than he should, like he's just about to break out into a fever.
ϟ Notoriously bad liar and often - if not always - gets caught in the act.
ϟ The storage of electricity in his body has left him with lifelong chronic pain. Some days even just walking is a monumental task. On the absolute worst days, he uses a cane sparingly when he is out of sight as their father saw it as a sign of weakness.
ϟ His cane was made by Gwen.
ϟ Between the natural curl of his hair and the electricity, he struggles to get it to lay flat. On especially bad days, strands and locks will stick up like they are trying to find their own place in the universe. His hair also grows quickly and he struggles to maintain a reasonable length on it.
ϟ Post color - #08a0a6
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Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:39 pm
Kingdom ↠ Uilum
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Gwendolyn Moriarty Tonnerre
Nickname ↠ Gwennie - We hates it Napoleon of crime
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ February 12th
Height ↠ 5'11
Weight ↠ 180
Powers ↡
Vitality Energy Condensing—Gwendolyn can condense unspent electrical energy from herself into pearl-like spheres of undiluted power. Once condensed, her body's natural electrical essence takes on properties similar to those of a lightning bomb. Thanks to her second ability, she is able to power or construct energy weapons out of nearly anything, her favorite creation being guns that are capable of using the condensed energy pearls as ammo. When in contact with another person, Gwen can also steal other people's unique electrical essence and harbor it into pearls that contain powers similar to those of the original person she took it from. Offering her little energy pearls of their abilities that disappear when the energy is entirely spent. To capture other peoples’ essence, she must have ample physical contact with them to slowly build their unspent electrical powers into pearls without their knowledge.
Psi-Mechanical manipulation - When looking at any machinery, Gwendolyn's mind can mentally break it down piece by piece to understand how it properly functions. She uses this knowledge when creating her weapons, and it often influences the way she sees people. However, they are annoyingly more complex and require more work.
Personality ↡
↪ " Oh, you like my personality? Thank you, I specially curated this one just for you. I've got twelve more if you'd like to meet them."
Gwendolyn is quite charming and sometimes overly charismatic when it comes to interacting with others. People are just pawns for her entertainment and amusement. She enjoys the thrill of the game and digging to uncover what makes people tick the way they do, finding her favorite reactions and feeding into them or looking for ways to get what she wants from them. On the other hand, boredom is her downfall. She is often in constant need of entertainment, or she will take it upon herself to find a way to make it happen.
Political Opinion ↠ When acting as the soon-to-be pristine queen of Uilum, Gwendolyn holds the hardened appearance of obvious distaste for their rivals. Especially Sisca, Shahiti, and Corthyr for the horrible acts they committed against the fragile poor surrounding her borders. When her father finally granted her permission into the war room, she became very well-known for her chaotic battle strategies and reactive countermoves. Doing whatever she deemed necessary to keep their castle thriving. But that's only half the truth. Staying locked away within the kingdom was never going to entertain Gwen. She found joy in playing with the Crime Lords that ran the Uilium black market beneath her city. Trading them Energy weapons, battle plans, and land as long as they did all the would-be Ulium queen requested.
Biography ↡
Fourteen minutes; that was all it took to be forgotten. Treated like a blackened weed beneath the family tree for the first ten formative years of her life. Gwendolyn couldn't say it was all bad, but it was far less than the small genius deserved. The intricate inner workings of her brain were showcased to servants while she jumped from handmaid to handmaid, all so their parents could dote on her bright-eyed, minutes older brother. An answer to prayers they called him, never taking notice of her ability to deconstruct toys and build them back better- no. They only reacted when her trinkets made her precious brother cry, his incessant emotions seen as a blessing when the electricity began trembling in response.
But how the glorious tables turned near the eve of their tenth birthday. Her brother's misfortune allowed Gwendolyn to step into the family limelight. And oh, how she loved the attention, confidently forming herself into the exact mold her father desired from an heir. She took the struggles in stride, never fracturing. But one day, she found herself waking up, bored. The daily life of the court just didn't offer enough authentic entertainment. The jests, gossip, and war stories were all sooooo mundane. Wasn't there anything different going on? All she really had to look forward to each quarter was galavanting across the kingdom so peasants could memorize her face. One day, they would learn to properly fear and love her as they did her father.
She and her father would tour the various provinces of their territory for maximum exposure for the new heir apparent. And with due time, the King of Uilum saw the budding potential in her, capable of great things just like himself. This growing brilliance for their craft presented opportunities for him to trust her with truths he reserved for her and her alone; only those closest to the King would be afforded the chance to see behind the curtain of what absolute control looked like; of true Power . The first time he took her to the Under City she was repulsed and fascinated all at once. The endless possibilities for her craftiness filled her with a thrumming excitement of all the secrecy around the hidden location. Gwen quickly began to revel in their dirty dealings with the city's most powerful and influential black market network. She quickly capitalized on the power she was given to wield in the domain; her creations of twisted metal and gears never seemed more successful than when she got her supplies from these equally twisted dealers. This change is exactly what she needed to have some real fun around here.
It's been many glorious years since Gwendolyn was introduced to the underbelly of her kingdom, and the reach of her influence has never been farther than now, with the roots of her power sinking deeper and deeper into the Under City. An unwelcoming home for all dark and chaotic. But like every thriving kingdom, more space was needed. So, being the generous ruler she was, Gwen donated the poor outskirt provinces boarding her kingdom to the under city. Hiring her favored companions in Corthyr to wipe out the residence and make room for her realm of shadows.
It was while she was accompanying her brother in relocating the most recent victims soon after that she witnessed her brother deeply grieving the horrors she caused, unbeknownst to him. Something new and unwelcome circled in her soul, a distasteful light of something akin to guilt and regret for the pain she had caused him. The budding feeling grew and grew, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it; the emotion continued racking through her dreams and hollowing her stomach with each passing day.
Gwendolyn could not live with her twin's uninvited influence over her soul. One day, in a futile attempt to bury her thoughts in her trinkets, she met with Sibble, her well-trained collector of all things dark and deceitful. It was in his shop that she found herself something new—the perfect distraction and resolution to this enigma threatening her tender darkness. A witch, kneeling before her altar, offered salvation in the form of a deal. She would rid Gwen of her problem at a hefty cost to her sanity and kingdom. A price this heir apparent was all too eager to sacrifice if it meant inner peace and power.
A bargain was stuck, lives lost, and sisters gained. Let the games begin.
Likes ↡
≺Playing with her gadgets paraphilia/people
≺Making up stories
≺Shifting blame
≺Playing Games - cards or people
≺Control
≺Parties and large gatherings
≺Her sisters reflection
Dislikes ↡
≻Boredom
≻Sitting Still
≻Mushrooms (Foul little dirt clods)
≻When it's too quiet (My sisters never do well in the silence)
≻Equipment Jams
≻Fighting with her siblings
≻ People tinkering with her toys. She does not share well.
≻??? Masking
Misc. Info ↡
¤* Gwen loves her pearls; they're hidden in a small pouch on her person at all times.
¤* A fein for physical contact- it's the only way to collect her victims electrical essence.
¤* Extravagant clothing, Gwendolyn can hide her trinkets and gears for weaponry within her jewelry and adornments. Because of this she tends to jungle when she walks.
¤* Gwen has multiple sisters - though they are loud and very opinionated. She trusts their judgment and always takes their ideas into consideration.
¤* It's fun to manipulate a situation to her advantage or for the chance to cause chaos behind it.
¤*Playing cat and mouse. - She prefers Cat, but every once in a while, she'll pretend to be a mouse.
¤* Currently accepting applications for full-time nemesis.
¤* Color for speech : #E56717
¤* If you're not louder than her sisters, she doesn't care to be around you. Unless you have something she wants to get her hands on.
¤* Hey google - Where is the nearest black market? " I've pulled up one option near you. Please follow maps to Gwendolyn's room"
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Username ↠ Rob-N-H00d
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:41 pm
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