FINNIGAN, noah riley.

[Spencer]

NOAH RILEY FINNIGAN
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,

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I'D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD,[/color]
GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES[/color]
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----»» YOUR NAME: Spencer.
----»» AGE: Sixteen.
----»» GENDER: Male.
----»» CONTACT INFORMATION: PM me for usernames.
----»» HOW YOU FOUND US: Chrissy.
----»» WORD IN RULES:
----»» ANYTHING ELSE?: The play-by is Francisco Lachowski.
----»» RP SAMPLE: In the next post. (:

COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,

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----»» FULL NAME: Noah Riley Finnigan.
----»» NICKNAMES: No, and that's basically it.
----»» AGE: Sixteen.
----»» HOUSE: Gryffindor.
----»» GENDER: Male.
----»» BLOOD: Half-Blood.
----»» SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. Probably.
----»» CANON/ORIGINAL: Both?

OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,

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----»» PERSONA .[/font][/center]

----»» LIKES:
{ Girls, girls, girls.
{ Rowdiness.
{ Being loud.
{ The rain.
{ Being mischievous.
{ Gillyweed.
{ Promiscuity.
{ Being a man.
{ Quidditch. Duh.
{ Irish things.
{ Bad-assery.
{ Cotonelle toilet paper.
{ Reading books.
{ Enchanted parchment.
{ Muggle pens.
----»» DISLIKES:
{ Solitude.
{ Quietness.
{ Intense moments.
{ Depressing things.
{ The color pink.
{ Sensitivity.
{ Actual relationships.
{ Homework.
{ Going to classes.
{ Ugly people.
{ Early mornings.
{ Chapped lips.
{ Quills.
{ Being surprised.
----»» BAD HABITS:
{ Applying chapstick.
{ Rubbing his chin.
{ Slouching.
{ Constant movement.
{ Laughing at awkward moments.
----»» BOGGART: "So the fact that I'm actually afraid of something is.. well, embarrassing to say in the least. But even the most amazing of people are freaked out by some thing or the other, and for me, it's spiders. Yes, spiders, those eight-legged hairy monsters that bring terror to everyone (not just girls, despite popular belief!). Yes, I'm afraid of a bug. Excuse me, arachnid. But you know what? Tons of people are petrified of spiders. I just happen to be one of them. Now, I'm not so scared I can't freakin' kill the things - I can, and gladly. But they're just so gross. Yuck, yuck, yuck."
----»» PATRONUS: "Ah yes, my dear beloved Patronus. Mine actually takes the form of a wolf. So you know what that means? My Animagus form would be a wolf, too (which, by the way, I'm slowly working on). Anyway, I'm sure you want all the details, don't you? Nosy little barmy.. right. So. My 'happiest memory', if you can call it that, isn't really a memory, I guess. I mean, they're collective bits of memories all smushed together into one giant super-happy movie reel or something. Anyway, it varies on what it shows, and it changes every time something super-happy happens. For instance, when I first produced a real, corporal Patronus, it was mainly faces - family, friends, whoever. Then afterward, it included me producing a Patronus to the entire class, and everyone cheering as if it was the biggest damn thing they'd seen in their life - it really boosts confidence, you know? But whatever, that's what it is."
----»» MIRROR OF ERISED: "What I want most in the world? Well, how can you answer this when you don't know what you want to do with yourself? I mean, I guess I sort of have an idea. I would like to play Quidditch professionally - but the likeliness of that? Slim. Not saying I'm bad, I'm not! It's just who would ask some just-out-of-school seventeen year old to play for them? (Well, the Cannons maybe..) But, being successful and showing my parents that I'm not a total good for nothing would be nice, I suppose. Making lots of money, living in a good house. Not necessarily being married or having kids or anything like that, though. Maybe. Who knows."
----»» SECRETS:
{ He actually loves books.
{ He's an easily jealous guy.
{ Relationships scare the hell out of him.
----»» STRENGTHS:
{ Literature.
{ Muggle Studies.
{ Roaring like a lion.
{ Making innuendos.
{ Being.. himself?
----»» WEAKNESSES:
{ Being understanding.
{ Morose situations.
{ Other languages.
{ Often too self-assured.

UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,

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----»» HAIR: Always changing his hair, Noah's current hairstyle is light brown, and rather short. He combs it back into some weird little wave thing, and his hair is normally well-tamed unless someone, erm, messes it up. If there's one thing he likes most about himself, it's his hair - not in a "oh, let me ruffle this continuously, or freak out if someone touches it" kind of way, but in a "hey, my hair is hot" kind of feeling.
----»» EYES: Noah has very dark, hazel brown eyes that he often squints or crinkles. His eyes aren't particularly large, nor small, though if it was to be decided, they would be more thin than average. His eyelashes are black, thin, and relatively long for a male's. He does wear contacts, so his vision is a bit off.
----»» WEIGHT: 149lbs.
----»» BODY TYPE: Lean.
----»» HEIGHT: 6'3.
----»» FEELINGS ON THEIR APPEARANCE: "I am a greek god. Okay, no, not really -- but I damn well could be. I look good; no sense in being all modest about it. Self-confidence isn't a problem with me, so hey, I'm willing to shout from the rooftops that I, Noah Riley Finnigan, am a hot sexy beast. Unfortunately for myself, I have that annoying little-boy face. I guess I look younger than I am in my face, or that's what Grandmum says, but who knows. She is rather batty a good percentage of the time, so I try not to listen to her. But anyway, looking this good takes practice. Can you believe that when I was eleven, I was some gawky nerd-looking guy? Yes, I know - shocking. I was short, I had long limbs that just looked odd on my body, my feet were large, my ears too big for my head, and my glasses.. yes, I had glasses, were freaking Harry-Potter-glasses. You know, the circular black frames? Yep. It sucked ass, I want you to know this. But now I'm all evened out with contacts, so I look better, and I know this."

YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,

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----»» NATIONALITY: Irish, mainly. Bit of French somewhere.
----»» BIRTHPLACE: St. Mungo's.
----»» PARENTS: Seamus & Lavender Finnigan nee Brown.
----»» SIBLINGS: None so far.
----»» OTHER FAMILY: Naaada.
----»» PETS: The family owl.
----»» FULL HISTORY: If you told classmates of Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown that the two were getting married and having children, they'd laugh at you right in the face. It wasn't as if they hated each other with a passion, but Seamus always had a knack for teasing Lavender to the brink of homicide, and she had the ability to do it right back. So while hatred wasn't ever a key factor in their relationship, annoyance sure was, which made their impending marriage all that more surprising to their friends.

In their fourth year, after finding themselves dateless, they both agreed that they would hook up and attend the Yule Ball together - not exactly as a date, but more of a friends basis. Nothing particularly sparked their relationship then except for a brief kiss when they were caught up in the moment - but both of them didn't really care, so it wasn't as if their hearts melted with joy at the thought. After that, they really didn't talk all too often - in classes, sure, but when they had free time, they were in their own groups of friends, doing their own thing.

In fifth year, they briefly dated for around a week, though no one knew except them, and it was purely make-out sessions in broom closets. Then, in sixth, Lavender found a new interest in Ron Weasley, and the somewhat attraction they felt was lost until they were seventeen. Being holed up in the Room of Requirement for ages really got them talking, since none of Lavender's close friends were there, and Seamus was all alone what with Dean, Ron, and Harry all off gallivanting by themselves. They ultimately grew closer together though neither of them were truly aware of it until Lavender was attacked by Greyback, and Seamus went absolutely nuts about it, even though he didn't go off and fight Greyback as he wanted. Instead, he dragged Lavender off somewhere safe, and resumed the fight with the werewolf not to be found.

The two stayed after the war to help clean up the castle and deal with the dead, and they continued to speak afterward. Not much really important happened, and they weren't quite sure how they got engaged but they did, and bam. To sum it up, they had children after marriage, and nothing particularly exciting happened except for popping out a few more kids along the way, including Noah. Spencer is also a lazy mothereffer and THE END.

BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,

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