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Name:

Merrick Finely

First Name of Anglo-Welsh Origin Meaning “Fame, Power”

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Role:

Apprentice

Desired Role:

Warrior then eventually Lieutenant. Have to prove himself worthy before shooting higher after all.

Thoughts on the Trials:

Bring it on! If risking his own life means he can prove his worth to the tribe, then so be it.

Appearance:

Credits to SuriLucy on Picrew.me (Pretend he actually has long ears)

Merrick Finely is a well built teen, showing some promising signs of a young warrior’s form. His physique sways slightly away from the more lithe design of his clanmates, growing into a bulkier frame than most. Presently, it borders the “lean” side of things but is still considered bulky – his muscles having yet to reach their full potential. These muscles focus their attention around his arms, chest, and shoulders, providing power behind his every strike. They are a good source of physical strength for the young lab, yet are light enough to not inhibit his agility. Not that agility is by any means one of his strengths. Rather, he has shown to be quite flexible – able to bend in ways most would view as uncomfortable if not down right dangerous. It remains to be seen whether or not he will stay this way. A height of 5’9” mixes with the beginnings of the sturdy form he has, not being terribly short but still somewhat stocky for those of the tribe. Some believe that he may end up gaining another inch or two as he ages, but none are too sure. His skin is of a pale coloration and can almost be described as “rough.” Small scars litter its expanse with most accumulating around his arms and legs, earned from hard training sessions and his own stupid stunts. A “high” posture is what he so often holds, presenting the case of a cocky fellow rather than a regal one. His back is constantly straight up and down in an effort to stand as tall as possible. His head is only ever held at an upwards angle when around others, absolutely hinting at the mindset of “I'm better than you.” Or, at the very least, a mask of it. He has no tribal markings at this time.

The apprentice’s head holds a triangular-like shape, with broad and strong jawline as well as a slightly narrow forehead. It ends in a sharp and pointed chin, lacking a large amount of curvature but still holding some. No freckles or blemishes line his cheeks, leaving them completely smooth and flat in color. Thin and long brown eyebrows rest not far above his eyes. They are expressive and often change at the slightest shift in mood or emotion. The eyes they rest above are of an up-turned configuration and are more often than not narrowed – particularly in a smug and amused sense. Their sclera is white, a pure hue like that of paper or calla lilies or daffodils. His iris is practically a flower’s pistil, taking on a bright and lovely orange hue. His pupils are slits like those of snakes or domestic cats, but behave mostly like the former. Changes in width and size are hard to decipher, with only the most minor of alterations being necessary for proper sight. A mop of brown hair lays over his scalp, its part slanted to the left of his head. It is on the longer side of things but not by much, only reaching and slightly surpassing the midway point of his neck. Its uneven layout has caused division along the front, breaking it into two main sections. Both sides act almost like a curtain for his face, their separation giving the effect of steadily opening draps of some stage. The right side of his curtain of strands is the larger of the two, completely covering the eye along that side. The left, on the other hand, curves around to the side of his face – leaving the other eye untouched. Some stubborn strands of hair like to stick up from the middle of his head, much to the annoyance of his mother. Its pathing causes it to sharply turn to the right after poking out from the rest of his mop. His ears are mostly if not completely untouched by his hair, easy to spy by anyone looking directly at him. They are pointed like those of most elves but are notably shorter than usual.

The brown haired boy does not have the most outstanding of wardrobes, possessing quite the contrary really. His possessions are all in somewhat rough condition, having earned a good number of tears and holes throughout the fabrics. Remnants of past rough housing sessions as well as training. T-shirt-like tops are commonplace on his form. Their sleeves and bottoms all contain some amount of tears or nicks in them. Long tan pants tend to accompany one of these t-shirts, also having signs of wear and tear along the bottom hems of either leg. A “jacket” of sorts may be worn over top of his shirts in the cooler months of the year, its outline much more presentable than the rest of his wear and lacking in most wear and tear. Come winter, he’ll switch it out for furred leather. It, unlike its “predecessor,” does have a hood – the rim of which is lined with a heavy painting of fur. Thick leather boots will snuggly ensnare his feet during this season with it too possessing its own fur lining along its top. Thinner boots are worn during the other, warmer months – including the cool ones. These lack fur. A single accessory finds itself a part of the boy’s decor. An earring hanging from his right ear, golden at the base with its “wires” wrapping around a tooth or claw. The natural addition is known to find its origins in one of the small critters of the clan’s homeland.

Merrick’s voice is that of a medium pitch, with the occasional crack most teen boys receive. A possible signifier that it could drop to lower levels in due time. Its tone is that of a competitive challenge, a wordless “bring it on.” A cocky undertone is present at times within his words, shining through mainly around those his age. It is more respectable around the older members of the tribe. The volume it holds is neither loud or soft, simply being described as “appropriate.” It rarely, if ever, goes soft.

Personality:

Cocky || Overly Competitive || Slight Show-Off || “Bring it on” Attitude || Brave || Neither Good Nor Bad Sport || Hard Worker || Knows His Limits || Often Tests Said Boundaries || Somewhat Organized || Ambitious, Especially With Goals || Immature || Tenacious || Attentive || Realistic || Determined

“What’s a challenge without some amount of danger?”

Merrick is as arrogant as young men come, cocky in every sense of the word. He prides himself on his skills, believing them to be as good as they come for someone his age – perhaps even better than some of those older than himself. His overly competitive nature is his way of both expressing and proving this, at least to himself. A means to both show off to others and test his own capabilities. Any and everything done with another close-in-age being will be seen as a contest in his eyes. Smile and he’ll try to smile wider. Run and he’ll try and run fast. Offer advice and he’ll try to offer a better version of it… yeah, he will definitely have to work on the advice-giving area. Most of his competitions focus on the more physical side of things, concerning things such as strength and stamina. Anything that would affect a warrior in combat, really. There are few challenges he will actively back down from, with his response almost always being “bring it on.” Losing a competition is not unheard of for the young teen, despite his insistence that his skills are top tier. There have been numerous times in which another has shown their expertise in an area to be superior to his own. But instead growing upset over the unsavory outcome, he takes it rather well. While he is still no saint about it, he will not act out just because he lost. Then again, nor will he congratulate the other. He will choose to merely walk away with a soured expression and store away his shortcomings for later.

Eventually, the apprentice will proceed to work on these weakened areas of his – putting time, effort, and study into improving where he faltered. Hours and days can be spent on patching up the holes in “performance” so he can surpass the skill level of his competitor. From this he has come to recognize his limitations – knowing how far is too far and when he should quit. He does have a habit of pushing these, though, if only by a little. One must do so to improve, after all, especially in the physical department. This mindset of his has caused him to be quite organized, as odd as that sounds, spurring on the creation of various goals and progression points. For example, he may set a goal to run a certain amount of miles without stopping by the end of a month and push himself to do so. However, these goals often end up being a “little” too ambitious – their aim so broad that it can cause him to stumble. He rarely takes into consideration the smaller step-stone points that could take him close to his target, choosing to solely focus on the larger ideas he possesses. It has caused him to stumble a number of times, but never causes him to quit. His mind too strongly grasps at his ideals for that. Any advice he may receive regarding what he aims to improve is listened to attentively.

Ever still, his aspirations are still mostly realistic though the timeframe to achieve them may say otherwise. He doesn’t tend to select objectives too outlandish to follow, being practical about what he can and cannot reach. Still, no matter the goal, he will always be determined to acquire it. He will not stop until he does so, no matter the amount of obstacles in his past. He will. Not. Quit.

Strengths:

+ Physical Strength

+ Flexible

+ Tenacity

+ Hard Worker

+ Attentive

Weaknesses:

- Horrible Goal Setter

- Speed

- Smaller Stamina Pool

- Ambitious

- Sees Everything As A Competition

Crush:

There may be someone who'll end up catching his eye~

Mate:

Nada

Kin:

Perhaps a mother figure and/or an older brother? I am up for changing his last name for this.

Open

Affiliations:

Open

Other:

- Merrick has a poor habit of focusing on the larger goals and not the smaller stepping stones leading to them. He often stumbles on his way to reach the destination by taking a bit too big of a leap.

Highborn