Fionn O'Malley

[Fionn O'Malley]

NAME: Fionn Ciaran Sean O'Malley

NICKNAME: Finn, Goldie, Mick (though usually intended as derogatory when called)

AGE: 17

GENDER: Male

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

POSITION: Student

FACE CLAIM: Alex Pettyfer.



POWER:

Photokinesis

Light manipulation. Fionn has the ability to manipulate light within a certain range of wavelengths. He can cause it to get darker, or brighter by changing the frequency of the wavelengths and bending them in what seems to be an aura generated around and by his body. Doing this he can take the tiniest light and make it momentarily blinding. More interestingly to him and the only thing he's really worked on, he can create illusions. Making shadows dance, and lights flicker, the best of them all is turning invisible by bending the light around himself. People see in real time whatever is behind him, hiding Fionn from sight.



Limitations

Distance: Fionn isn't a good light source. While he can create his own light, its incredibly tiring, he can't sustain it for too long or project it too far. He's only able to manipulate his own light within a thirty foot radius of himself (30 feet in any direction of himself) and hold it for at most five minutes. Give him a light source to amplify, or you lose his help pretty fast.

So far he's only managed to make just his hands invisible, doing his whole body makes the image flicker and distort. He'll get it eventually he's sure.

He can't change UV light to anything else, though he can manage to move it and reflect or refract it. Fionn just really isn't too sure what to do with that yet, but it seems to trigger the bulk of his headaches when he tries. And no one likes throwing up.

It seems as if Fionn's emotions have something to do with his ability to control the light around him. Sadness or tiredness dims the light that he projects, and makes his ability to work with light from another source more tiring to use. Or perhaps thats merely his personality, he's often more serious than your average teenager, he's got a lot weighing on his heart some days. He's not sure either way.


Side-Effects

Migraines: Overuse of his powers can cause horribly debilitating migraines, rendering him mostly unconscious. He's also lost the ability to tan, which would be a bad thing, except he only ever got sun burnt anyway, so you won't catch the boy complaining much about it. His hair has gotten blonder, and his eyes seem to take longer to adjust to shifts between total darkness and light, up to nearly ten minutes before he can see anything clearly.



APPEARANCE SECTION: All of his life, no matter what he's done, that blonde hair of Fionn's has just never been tamed, despite its usually short cut.  Coupled with Grey Green eyes and eyelashes that have been Wasted on a boy, and Fionn is pretty good looking, though he'd never say so himself. He's athletically built, at 6' 4 and with a decade of playing hockey under his belt he's got his share of scars on his hands, and one on his cheek, but nothing too detrimental, and a nice set of muscles to go with his build.

Fionn's often to be found barefoot if the weather permits, mostly due to comfort really. He's always been a bit of a messy kid, the child of an artisan and a very busy mother. He's inherited his small share of freckles just on his nose.

He and Jack have matching scars on the back of their right hands, in the shape of a crescent burn mark, from an experiment gone awry, and Fionn's ears are pierced at the tops and tragus, though he very rarely wears anything in them anymore. 



MUST HAVE APPAREL: Pants... he needs those. He can typically be found in hoodies and long sleeved tee shirts, or hockey jerseys... he has a denim jacket, but that's just to stave off the cold than make any fashion statement, and just generic blue jeans. He just wears whatever...



PERSONALITY SECTION: Fionn is a mother hen, born and bred. Being the oldest of his entire generation in the family, he tends to be a bit of a worrier, but he's really just got a heart of gold. He's friendly and approachable, almost always happy to help, almost always happy to help anyway. It takes a lot to offend Fionn, but once you do, you'd better plan on moving heaven and hell to get back into his good graces. That hard head he's got on him could break wills with the strength of diamonds.

When left alone long enough Fionn likes to draw and in general keep himself active. More so now after leaving home, as he's really heart breakingly homesick, and upset that his next oldest brother isn't speaking to him. Having someone angry with Fionn will drive him to distraction, and he'll keep trying to fix the problem no matter what he has to do.



EXTRA QUIRK: Finn is HOMESICK. He misses the house that he's lived in all of his life, he misses his brothers, in particular he misses his brother Jack, who isn't currently speaking to him. On top of that he speaks with just a bit of a brogue if he's talking to himself, a hand me down from his Grandfather's bedtime stories. He's also highly allergic to Penicillin. Hates green peppers.




FATHER: Sean Patrick O'Malley

MOTHER: Kathryn O'Malley

SIBLINGS:Garbhan "Jack" Aiden O'Malley (14), Patrick Conall O'Malley (12), Seamus Finnegan O'Malley (8)

PET: None he can have at the school

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Madeline Cinder (girlfriend for the last two years, recently broke up, since him being at Bellefonte, and her at his old school wouldn't have worked out)

WORTHY MENTIONS: He has 8 uncles, 7 aunts, 23 cousins just on his Father's side. 4 uncles, 2 aunts, and 16 cousins on his mother's... all of which lived within close proximity to his parents... the list would be too long to mention here, though he can name them all, complete with birthdays, and favorite colors... it is worth mentioning that out of his cousins, much like out of his brothers, Fionn is also the oldest. Likewise, anyone that has worked at his parent's shop that wasn't family... they are now. In this case, there is only one employee that wasn't born family, whom he considers a sister. Anella Faun Giordano, lovingly called Nell, who is also Jack's best friend.





CHILDHOOD: Dad's family had done the same thing since 1801 when they'd come to New York from Bennettsbridge, they were potters. Ceramics had made them well to do back in the Victorian era, sticking with the same ways of working them, and staying in the family, had added more money to the family before Grandad was even born, and it'd just gone on from there. Glaze and clay ran in an O'Malley's veins just the same as blood did in everyone else's. Fionn had known that ever since he was old enough to see over Dad's kick wheel.



Mama's family were farmers back in Ireland, where Granda still lived, and here Mama was a photographer who'd married Dad in a small ceremony and then just gotten on with making the family. They had everything she'd ever wanted, except for a daughter, and that was that. And Fionn, once again knew that he'd been lucky. They all had. Maybe it was just their kind of luck though.



It didn't come as a surprise when at a young age, Fionn, called Finn, developed a good eye for detail. He constantly wanted to draw, or to make something with the left over clay from pieces. Grandad started taking him to the shop early to work on little projects and he took to it like a duck to water. Then a few years later they found Finn sneaking little Jack into the shop, and no one minded.... then Patrick, then Seamus... all four brothers were thick as thieves. They had to do everything together, and big, friendly Finn took a back seat to Jack's schemes and projects. No one blinked an eye as Finn was content to mother all the younger ones and in general be as responsible as a kid could be. His grades were good, he played hockey on a local league... and over all life for the family was as normal and simple as the mashed potatoes that Grandma made every Sunday.



ADOLESCENCE: It started pretty quickly, Fionn had been tossing his hockey gear into the mudroom at home, laughing with Jack about the hit they'd seen Patrick take in his game this morning... and then the sun glinted through one of Mom's half a dozen sun catchers, caught him right in the eye, and the PAIN that bloomed in his head, just behind his sinus had him down on the ground moaning. He heard Jack's gasp of course, but didn't quite get to see the flare of light coming from his own body, or the shadows and patterns that he made dance and Skate along the walls, as if watching a hockey match of silhouettes in their back room. It took three hours before his head stopped pounding and he could even really focus again, but he'd forbidden Jack to call 911 and Mom wouldn't be home for another three or four hours yet.



In the meantime Fionn started to realize that the light, when it reached him from the window outside, seemed to play for just a moment across his skin and then go dim and die... until Seamus ran into his room, despite Jack on the younger boy's heels, with a letter from on of their cousins. As Fionn felt his spirits pick up again, the light got brighter. Jack tugged the curtains closed with a growl of "NOW what are we going to do?" They had a cousin back in Ireland that'd been.. strange... she'd gone away to school and didn't get to write them anymore. All four boys, now that Patrick had slipped in unannounced, took a deep breath and tried to hash things out. Mainly being, how to tell their parents.



Mom hadn't reacted very well... her oldest Baby was sick! It didn't matter that Fionn would be seventeen in four weeks, she still treated him like a baby some days. Dad had calmed her down, saying that the lights and shadows had to have been from the sun catchers and that they'd take Fionn to the doctor's tomorrow. They'd done dishes, everyone a little more relaxed, and Fionn had gone out for a walk to meet up with his girlfriend.



The call came to the house from Maddie's cell phone half an hour later. He'd collapsed at her house, they'd rushed him to the hospital... when the doctor had tried to check for a concussion though, Fionn had screamed in pain and a bright light had washed through the room, bright enough to bleach the x ray films to a stark white. They'd be useless for getting a look at that hard head of his now. Thankfully the man had had polarized lenses in his glasses, he wouldn't be permanently blind.



It was another full day before they could take Finn home, with all three of the younger brothers and an assortment of cousins stuck to the stairs and hallway and front porch like leeches, all refusing to NOT be underfoot in their worry. Fionn got a phone call that day, about someone coming to take him to a school somewhere out in some flyover state. Patrick was sorely tempted to hang up the phone on them, but Dad and Fionn had decided to hear them out, and make some plans.



Jack hadn't spoken to him since he'd agreed to leave, just perched on Finn's window seat, staring outside at the sky. Despite any amount of pleading from the other three, the dark haired teen had gone mute, and the light surrounding Fionn had very well dimmed to throw him into full shadow. He'd packed with Seamus' help. Said goodbye to Patrick, and went down to the kitchen just as the doorbell rang. Mom and Dad opened it and for a moment Fionn had to laugh. All of his cousins were silently lining the walk, staring grimly at the School's spokesperson in both a promise and a challenge. God, he was going to miss this place.



ADULTHOOD: At 17, Fionn feels old some days for sure but he's not quite an Adult yet. He really just wants to go home to his brothers and his family's shop. And there are days that he swears once he gets back there, he'll never want to leave them. Of anything so far, he's grown to be more and more introverted and homesick as he's grown up.





SAMPLE: “Just drop the box there and I’ll take care of it, thank you.” The slightly prissy girl paid the mover and moved to put her clothing away. Each dress held a different memory…

Here the red dress, slightly too short now in the sleeves, but come summer she could have them swapped out for tie ons, the same color as the apple tree in their yard had been…she’d tried to teach her brother Elliot to dance under it more than once, tapping his arm to tell him what beat the music had.

Here a cerulean blue one, her first public concert in New Venice last month, she’d done well…the roses decorated their cozy little home for weeks…Elliot especially had enjoyed them as winter started to set in.

The white dress, left over from her last ballet trip was hung at the forefront, she knew it caught attention with her bouncy curls, and there would be quite a few social events as the holidays neared.

The black skirt and its black and grey corset and cloak were shoved all the way to the back…she’d finally gotten the blood out of the hem after all, no need to worry Elliot with it further…

He’d be so upset to find that she’d killed the boy anyway, Wonder or no. The boy had been a healer…she’d offered herself to him in exchange for Elliot’s hearing…but the fool turned her down, said he couldn’t do it. He hadn’t even complied when she had the knife at his throat, standing next to Elliot’s bed…and so, she’d disposed of the boy, another failed beau, and they’d moved again, here to New Venice. Ciuin would just try again, another healer, another try…Elliot WOULD hear his beloved sister play one day.







USERNAME: Kaolin Murphy



AGE GROUP: 26



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