|~| Finley |~| “This world was once an object of hatred for me, if I am capable of doing what I would’ve once loved to see come to pass, I will do it with the utmost effort extorted.”
Full Name: Finley Neil Blake.
Wolf Name: Conven. (White Warrior or White Dog).
Your Color: White.
“Conven was the first thing that came to mind, and perhaps it’s because of the white that has ever so slightly given me the hope that everything won’t stay gray but a warrior in white fighting within the gray world seems so very metaphorical to me.”
Age: 23.
Gender: AMAB Graygender. He/Him or They/Them, no preference.
Sexuality: Apresexual Gray-Aromantic.
Role: Second-in-Command or Other Member. *~*~* “Once, my father had taken one glance at me and had thought I was dead. I was such a sickly young boy. All pale and gray, it’s a wonder no one had ever guessed I would eventually be like that in personality as well.”
Appearance: Finley stands rather average at 5' 7”, though he sometimes seems 5’ 8” due to how proud his posture is. His skin tone is a pale bisque color with neutral cool undertones, making it seem even lighter than it already is. He has absolutely no freckles on his body, something he actually isn’t a big fan of since it just makes his entire appearance even more stereotypical of a vampire. -- Finley has a heart face shape, meaning he has a wider forehead and a smaller chin, the middle of his face somewhere in between, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks aren’t as full as they could be, but still fuller than what would warrant worry. Now for the nose, something that Finley rather likes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are thinner in shape. His most often seen expression is a more easy going or slightly apathetic grin that one would expect to see on a chill or lazy person just talking to friends. -- His eyebrows are rather thin, but with an obvious arch. Finally, his eyes are an upturned deep set almond shape and are an icy sky blue color. The pupils, however, are where things get stranger- His pupils are a shining white, the brightest white you can think of, in fact. His face is framed by silver white hair, it has a slight poof to it as well and goes down to the middle of his back when it’s down. Usually though, his hair is up into a loose ponytail or man bun. -- His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular. Everything about his structure screams that he’s more so built for agility than muscle. He weighs a good 115, with his BMI at a slightly unhealthy 18.01. What is especially strange about this boy(other than his eyes) is that he has six fingers on each hand, not all that strange since people can have six but still pretty strange. -- For scars… Finley has a few that are rather well hidden. A few on his back, a few on his shoulders, one at the elbow of his left arm, another going down the side of his right leg. He doesn’t really show them to anyone and nor does he have any intention to do so.
Attire: For clothing, Finley used to always wear a light blue sweater and light gray pants, almost like jeans but instead a light gray color (obviously). He also wears a light weight jacket, the color a nice navy blue. As for accessories, he wears a white cloth belt at the waist, going around the light gray jeans. They’re not as tight as they could be around him, as to allow him easier access to moving around and all. He also used to wear a pale icy-sky blue bracelet worn at his right wrist with a matching one at his left ankle and he still does. -- Ah, yes, his cloak for missions. The cloak is a fitted half-circle one, completely white. It reaches down to his ankles, where he still wears his anklet. The cloak is the same white as his pupils, though not glowing, quite difficult to add that little detail to an outfit after all. Either way, the hood is by far his favorite part of the cloak. The hood is completely white as well, and while the color would make it seem like no shadow would be casted over his face… The hood is large and hangs lowly over his features whenever he wears it up, and the shadows casted on him just by that make it to where out of all of his features… The only thing one can see are his glowing white pupils staring out of the darkness. -- His under attire for when on missions is of pure white as well, long sleeves and long though form-fitting pants and white boots that leave no trail and white gloves to leave behind no fingerprints. Meanwhile, he still wears his bracelet and anklet, they are of too much importance to him to be without them. -- As for his mask… His, oh so lovely, mask. This intricate white mask has the shape of the most ordinary mask one could ever imagine, but then goes up into a flare on the right side and into an upside down flare on the left side. The tips of the flares are an icy sky blue that fades into the white, silver swirls around the eyes, causing the light from his pupils to reflect off of it and add even more brightness to the mask itself.
“The shade of blue has such a deep meaning to me, I’m afraid. It’s proof that even simple things can bring a shade of color back to what was robbed of it before.” *~*~* Weaponry: Finley is quite skilled in the art of dual wielding, most notably daggers. His daggers all have handles of pure white, and the blade itself is always cleaned to where the silver can truly shine. Now this isn’t to say he isn’t skilled in any other weaponry, because he is. It’s just that he takes great pride in his daggers. -- He is also greatly skilled at whips, and these are also pure white. He knows how to use the recoil and how to twist his wrists just the right way and when to pull back and how it will snap and break and move. He treats it all like a dance, though he does this with any weapon he uses, and the weapon is always his partner within it. -- The last weapon that he has enough skill in for it to be noticeable is, well, swordplay. Once again, always clean and always white, he treats it like a dance. His footwork is what is truly amazing when it comes to his swordplay though, the way he can move from one stance to another and it seem so fluid is where everyone fails against him. -- Unfortunately though, hand to hand combat is where he fails. If someone manages to unarm him, the only thing he has going for him is his footwork and dodging, and of course his ability.
“Nullification was the first thing I thought of when asked to name my ability. Perhaps it’s because after all these years, I still believe my change to have been gradual itself. My personality and feeling nullified over time.”
Ability: His ability isn’t one that most people can see and give him a chance past it. After all, the moral codes it ignores and how people think that abilities and markings show off personality doesn’t make him seem like the most moral. His ability is powerful though, and no one can deny that, especially given the amount of control he has on it. -- Nullify/Nullification; But onto what the ability is though. He has the ability that he calls Nullify or Nullification. Around him, he can turn the area into a world of gray and white, where everyone else moves slower and more sluggishly. The people are always aware though, and can see it happen. Their thoughts remain the same speed, and the difference is so overwhelming that most people break down as soon as it’s over. If he doesn’t kill them, that is. -- Within this gray world is where it truly becomes fun for him though. He can still move with the same speed he would have outside of it, and connecting a palm to an enemy’s forehead in this world is to sentence them to death. After all, everything slows down for them in the gray world, including their heartbeat. And to make physical connection is to nullify them to the point where their hearts give out. -- Of course though, when working with the team it would be hard for them to do anything if he were using his ability, wouldn’t it? Well, it’s a good thing he has as much control as he does. He can choose, with an uncanny ease, who is affected by his ability. Who gets sucked into the gray. -- The one thing he cannot control is how long he can keep up the world of gray. His pupils will dim as time in this world goes on, and his irises will turn a gray. And then the world will go back to normal. The more time in between uses of his ability, the more vibrant his irises will be and the blinding the white pupils will glow. Which in turn means the longer he can keep up the world of gray. He can however, choose to stop the world of gray early, which he usually does choose to do as it piles up. -- This ability of his is seen as immoral for one simple reason. If anyone that is turned gray survives him, their dreams forever will be of a haunting gray with white lights staring them down. That, and how they have to be kept in isolation for weeks so that they can adjust to the world of colors again. And, given his control and practice, he need not even turn the world gray to nullify people he makes physical contact with. He can’t kill them, but he can lower their heartbeats enough to make them unconscious. *~*~* Personality: Finley is a very calm soul, he doesn’t scare easily nor does he get upset easily either. He talks without paying too much attention to volume or diction, which usually ends with him being quieter and much less clear than he should be. Overall, he just seems very laid back and easygoing, a ‘go with the flow’ kind of person. -- He’s also surprisingly observant along with this, due to his chill nature, he has plenty of time to just… Watch people and figure them out. And plenty of time to sleep, which he definitely enjoys doing. He doesn’t really care what people think about, as long as he knows what they think about him. They can think whatever they want, but they at least have to be brave enough to tell him and be honest. -- To go along with both of these points… He’s very even-tempered, almost never truly angry. At most, he gets passive aggressive. He’ll throw some insults that he knows will hit them hard(courtesy of his observation skills) if he does get angry. But he most certainly isn’t one to throw a punch. Usually. There’s very few times that he would, but when he does- He hits quick and hard, just like his insults. -- Maybe worse of all though, is how apathetic he can be. If he’s bored, he doesn’t bother trying to hide it. Even more, if he doesn’t care about someone he doesn’t try to hide it. He doesn’t try to make it known either. It’s even to the point where he can be found zoning out or staring blankly at times that should be of great importance but simply aren’t to him. -- Now, even though he has a more laidback personality doesn’t make him lazy. Sure, he can come off as such, but he most certainly isn’t. If something needs to get done, he’ll get it done without fuss. He knows when it’s time to laze about and when it’s time to work. He has to, after all, he wouldn’t have survived if he didn’t.
Likes: Solitude, Silence, Reading, Deep Conversations, Peppermint Tea, Any Kind Of ‘Bad’ Weather.
“I never did understand why people hated rain, and when the storm that gifted me my marking and ability came, I understood even less.”
Dislikes: Loud Noises, People, Socialization, Exercising, Emotions, Expectations(Low & High).
Strengths: Observant, Calm, Control, Flexible, Even-Tempered, Intelligent, Agility, Charismatic, Lying, Planning.
“My mother had once said that if I weren’t so pale then I’d be quite the force. I had always been smart, and it didn’t take me long to find the hidden message in that either. When I called her out, she had tears in her eyes and sent me to my room for three days. Those three days were the loudest days of my life, even with the silence they held.”
Weaknesses: Apathetic, Blunt, Physical Strength, Cold, Harsh, Emotions, Sympathy, Sarcastic, Manipulative, Paranoid. *~*~* Backstory: His life before the rain was only slightly better than his life after. He’d been kicked out of home six years before the rain, and had managed to get a job and place to stay at an inn. The first year passed, the hatred he felt for the world had only grown. He met a group of people that offered him a job that would be much better than what he had at that time, he accepted the offer. Three years later, all of those people were dead and his hatred for the world was higher than ever. Until it wasn’t, and then he couldn’t seem to feel much of anything. -- After his emotions had seemed to leave him, he turned back to the inn and everyone could see the emptiness within his eyes. No one asked, he didn’t tell, and though this would’ve angered him in the past- It simply was how it was. There was a time that he remembers telling himself each morning that this was fine. A poor attempt at comfort. He turned his eyes to those around him, teaching himself and reminding himself how people look with different emotions. A month into this endeavor and he could easily change his face to what people would want to see with different things, no one ever looked him in the eyes though. For those still held an emptiness that no one wanted to see. -- Another year passed and his emotions were even further away from him but people were talking to him more than they ever had. And about all sorts of things because he was simply that good at knowing what people wanted to see from him. The world was a gray place to him, and his eyes were empty and dim, with no hope and no hate and no love and no light within them. A deep rooted apathy had settled and muddled him. His blonde hair had already seemed to be getting gray hairs, and he was at the too young age of 21 to seem so old. -- He began searching for things to make him feel again. He learned to dance, to fight, to read people even better than he could already. He learned to make tea, and the strong flavor of peppermint tea brought back the slightest color. An icy sky blue that he associated with peppermint. He found a cloth of that color, bought it, and made an anklet and a bracelet from it. A reminder of color in an otherwise gray world. -- Another year passed, and the rain came. He was marked and he was shunned. He had abilities, and suddenly more people around him were experiencing the gray world he had for years experienced. And so, he learned to control it to the best of his abilities. He tested its limits and possibilities. And then a year later, he was visited and after a day of apathetic consideration… He accepted the invitation, because the invitation could bring some sort of emotion to him, and he still missed the world of color he had once known.
“If you would have me, I would not mind joining your ranks. If you would have me, I would not mind following you to the end of this world. And if you would have me, I do hope you wouldn’t mind the burdens I carry, no matter how small or big.”
Other: How he got the scars is still a secret and not within the backstory, he doesn’t want anyone to know after all. | 
Winter 
Day Weather: 
Blizzard
