finnigan peters!
"so call the neighbor kids with trashcan lids and buckets on their heads.
i'm telling you, we're going to need a little help tonight."

just the basics;

full name;

my egg donor decided she was a funny, funny woman, er, girl. and so she stuck me with that lovely named of finnigan nicholas. i personally think it makes me sound like some prude, but maybe i am. the adopted parentals have the last name of peters so i guess i'm stuck with that for now.

age;

what's age anyways? just another restriction for us kids. i'm not even old enough to buy damned cigarettes yet. and you can forget all about that alcohol. being seventeen sucks for the most part. but at least i have my next birthday to look forward to. then i'm free.

grade;

high school is getting so close to being over, you know? just have to finish off this upcoming year as a senior and then i'm out of here. i guess i deserve it though. after the past three shit years i've had in high school. college is looking so good right about now.

clique;

yeah, you could say that i'm popular around whitebrooke academy. most people know who i am and the girls tend to swoon over me. so i usually roll with the rippers and they're a pretty fantastic group of guys. even though half of them are pretty self obsessed.

sexuality;

well fuck, this question is stupid. i date girls and i sleep around with girls. and even though i get those feelings sometimes, there's no way on god's green earth that i'm homosexual. i've never done anything with a male and i don't intend upon ever changing that.

hometown;

i did a large amount of traveling right after i was born. it was like i came out of the womb and then a couple days later i was being flown across the atlantic ocean. so i was born in london but i don't remember anything from there. i grew up in georgia.

birthday;

birthdays are always a pretty festive ocassion in my family. my parents go all out since i'm their only kid. so every march 21^st my parents go all out. it sort of got old years ago, but i still pretend to like it for them.

take us home;

family;

so that right there is my dad. not my sperm donor, but my adopted dad. his name is jackson and he's a pretty great person. he owns and runs this large business. it brings in a lot of money and everything. he's fifty - three years old but don't tell him i told you.

this is the momster. she's probably the most down to earth woman to ever walk to earth. her name is jacqueline and she owns this little botique in the mall. she just turned fifty this year, but she's still totally young at heart.

pets;

let me tell you about this ball of fun. his name is rocky and he's like the greatest pup ever. the parentals bought him for me for my seventeenth birthday and we're like inseperable. he comes running with me and sleeps with me every night.

let's dig deep;

personality;

finnigan peters is what most people would call popular. around school most everyone knows his name unless they live under a rock. girls are constantly swooning over him, flirting with him, and hanging all over him in general. finnigan hangs out with the rippers and is a member of the clique. he didn't really try to get in, it just happened. he's mainly popular for his looks, but his charm really helps with it as well. finnigan kind of breaks free of your normal popular boy stereotype and he's not afraid to be different from his fellow clique members. he's not exactly horribly fond of the popularity and everything, but he just goes with the flow. he sort of feels like being popular is over rated. everyone talks about it like it's such a good thing but he feels it just brings an added amount of pressure to be perfect and do everything right. he's not horribly fond of constantly being watched and disected. the second he messes up people jump all over him and he hates feeling like he's letting people down. being popular is kind of like being famous. people love you when you do something right. but the second you mess up they're jumping all over you like a dog on raw meat. so to finnigan, popularity isn't all that it's made out to be.

finnigan is truly a ray of light within all of the cocky rippers. deep down he's got a really good heart and a lot of compassion for everything. i won't say he's perfect anymore, but he's closer than most of his friends. he tends to just act like a jerk when he's around his friends. he pretends like he's better than everyone else and he acts like the world revovles around him, even if he doesn't really feel like that. he's just a little attatched to the popularity and he doesn't want to let it go by acting like the nice guy he is. it's funny since he sort of hates the popularity in a way, but once someone's there .. they can't let it go. so finn acts like a jerk a lot when he's around his friends and with his crowd. but whenever he's not with them he's actually a really nice guy to be around. he's horribly sweet and considerate of other people. it's almost like he's got multiple personalities. like whenever he's with the rippers this switch turns on that makes him act like a complete douche. but then when he's not with them that swich turns off and he starts acting like a good wholesome person. the real finnigan is the second of the two personalities and he would like to show that finn all the time. he's just a little afraid of what his friends might think if he suddenly turned into some horribly nice person. he really just wants to be accepted by them.

so finnigan might not be a cocky bastard deep down, but there is one thing he does tend to get a little cocky about. and that would be his running. finnigan has been running track ever since he was a little kid. if he's not at school and he's not at a party then you can probably find him running. he like constantly pressing himself to go further and run faster. he's captian of the track team and has lead his different track teams to eight different country - wide wins over the years. so yeah, finnigan deserves to be a little bit cocky about his track running. he normally runs in the long distance portions of the track meets, but sometimes he switches it up and does the sprints. and sometimes, if he's really feeling good, he'll do hurdles. he's actually quite good at hurdles, but if he does them too often then the old wound on his leg starts hurting again. and he doesn't want that so he mainly just sticks to the flat events. track was probably one of the main reasons that finnigan got popular. jocks are always the ones who end up being popular and finnigan is definitely the jock type. he's just not one of those mindless jock types who pops the steroids and only talks about sex and sports.

finnigan is a crazy party boy. you can find him at any big party around town and he goes to the club quite often too. he just loves the crazy atmosphere and the dancing and the loud music. it's all very exciting to finnigan and he really can't get enough. ocassionally, when his parents are away, finnigan will throw parties at his large home. they're always crazy and loud and wild. it's like a highlight of the school year whenever finnigan's parents leave because he throws this huge bash. the whole school is always invited and it ends up being an overnight thing with people strewn out and sleeping all over the house. just another reason that finnigan is horribly popular. so being a party boy, finnigan is pretty much into the alcohol. he despises beer with a passion, hates the taste, but he loves any kind of other alcohol. at any party or club you can usually find him with some sort of alcohol in hand. finnigan has experimented with drugs a little bit, but he was never really satisfied with how they made him feel. so he doesn't really do them all too often. sometimes he smokes a little weed with his friends, but that's it. smoking it totally out of the question for finn. being a runner, he needs those lungs and smoking will definitely never help with that. so finnigan has sworn of cigarettes all together. never smoked one and doesn't ever plan on doing it.

most people don't know it, but finnigan is actually quite the intelligent kid. his parents always wanted the best for him and so they sent him to a lot of private, expensive schools. so he had really good education right from the start. his parents even devoted a whole room in their home to being a study for finn. finnigan has always really liked reading and he actually does a lot of that in his private time. he's always got some book tucked into his nightstand by his bed that he whips out before bed every night and reads. in school he actually gets fantastic grades. normally he gets all a's except for in math class. math has never been his strong suit, but he manages to always get through with at b's. finnigan favorite sibjects ar eenglish and social studies. history really interests him and a lot of the books he reads are was stories. he's really interested in world war one, and he's read almost every book he can possibly find on it. he actually has a whole bookshelf filled with books on just that topic. so if you ever have a question on world war one, you know who to come to. finn actually hides his intellect from his friends because he doesn't want to be labeled a nerd by them. he's in all honors classes; he just doesn't let them know that.

finnigan is actually quite the ladies man. like the ladies swoon over that track body of his all the time. most every girl in the school has probably had a crush on him one time or another. he's just a gorgeous guy and girls appreciate it. hate to say it, but fiin happens to be quite the womanizer. he's not like the cheating type or anything. he just likes to think of it as hitting and quitting. he tends not date girls and mainly just party with them and then hook up with them and that's it. girls pretty much know that he does that, but they still want him. they want to be able to say they had sex with the famous finnigan peters. it's not that finnigan doesn't have respect for the female race, because he does, it's just that he wants to get it over with since he honestly .. doesn't really enjoy it. he just does it so that his friends think he's some amazing sex god like they all are. he's always just trying to keep up to par with the rest of the rippers. so finnigan might act all seductive and into the girls, but he really isn't at all. sometimes he doesn't even think the girls he's sleeping with are attractive. he just goes in there and gets things done as quick as he can and then leaves right away. he never stays around and chats and he usually doesn't even talk to a girl again after he sleeps with her.

the way that finnigan acts at school is totally different than the way that he acts at home. at home he's this fantastic child that every parents wishes they had. he's totally polite and cool with his parents. of course, that's a really easy thing to do when you have parents who love you as much as finn's parents love him. they trust him an awful lot, and they even know about the parties he has when they're gone. they're cool with it because they know that finn isn't ever going to do anything totally crazy. finnigan is really close to his mom and he tells her almost everything. they sit down all the time and just have these incredible talks that most kids would never even dream about having with their mothers. and finn's dad. he's like that all - american dad that all little boys wish they had. he always coached finn's sports teams when he waas younger. and he's take him camping and fishing and everything. he's taught finnigan almost everything he knows and finn really loves him for it. so home life is really easy and laid back for finnigan. home is like one of his favorite places to be and that's why he decided to stay at home instead of getting a dorm on campus like most students. he actually enjoys being with his parents.

and now the inevitable. so ever since he was in junior high, finnigan has had these feelings. like feelings toward other guys. he's always been able to push past them and not let them out. he's never acted on them before and he always tells himself that he never will. he's never said anything about them and sometimes he wonders if all guys just get them in their teenage years. like just as a rush off hormones. but finnigan has had them for like the past six years and he doesn't really know if that is normal. so he sleeps around with girls to see if they'll just change one day. like maybe one time he'll just actually get into it and actually feel attracted to females. it's yet to happen but finnigan still tries. those thoughts are always harboring in the back of his mind though. you know, the thoughts that nag with the persistant question of are you gay, finn? finnigan always tells himself that he's not, but he honestly is. he likes guys and he always had, even if he doesn't believe it. he won't let himself believe it because if he was gay then he would lose his social status and his friends and everything. he just wishes that the feelings would go away and that for the first time in his life he would actually like a girl. but little does he know, that will never ever happen.

physical appearance;

finnigan is pretty and zane doesn't feel like doing a physical appearance.

history;

"i guess no one could tell my story better than myself, so i guess i'll give it a go. i don't know much about my birth mom since it was a closed adoption. but my parents met her once and they told me a little about her. apparently they say she was only sixteen when she got preggers with me so that's the main reason she let me go. they also said she was the hippie - type of person which is probably how my name came about. and she said she didn't know who my dad was, which leads me to believe she was sort of a whore. so i just kind of consider her my egg donor and that's it. she probably didn't love me at all or anything and just popped me out and then handed me over. i guess it makes me a little sad when i think about it sometimes, but i'm over it by now. i'm just happen the kid gave me to my parents. they're probably loads better at parenting then she would have ever been. i just get this feeling that if she would have kept me that i would probably be some drug addicted teenager living on the streets of london while she went out and prostituted her body or something. the parentals just said she wasn't in the right to be raising a kid so i'm very thankful that they adopted me.

aparently my mom couldn't have kids because of some ovary problem. she and my dad had been trying to get a kid ever since they got married and they got really close to adopting two other times but then the moms backed out last minute. they were losing hope but then came me! so i was like a major miracle to them. so i was born and then three days later they were in london at the hospital and brining me home to america. they lived in georgia at the time and we lived there for a long time. my dads business was just starting out at the time so they weren't horribly wealthy but we still lived in a comfortable middle class neighborhood. my mom was unemployed at the time so she was always at home with me and my dad took off a lot of time to be there as well. they really did love me a lot back then, just like they still do. and they always had the best of things for me. i guess you could say that i was a really spoiled baby, but how could i know the difference? i was only a little baby with like no brain cells yet.

so when i was a toddler my dad really started to boom in the business front. the dough was rolling in like crazy so we moved into this wicked home that we stayed in for the rest of our time in georgia. my parents were really protective around that time since i was like their prized possesion and it took them so long to get me. so my mom was like constantly with me. she never trusted a nanny or anything so i didn't have any of those growing up. we did have a maid and a gradener, but my mom always told me not to talk to them. she was constantly telling me not to talk to strangers or anything like that because she was so worried that one day i would just dissapear. so when it came time for me to head to kindergarten she was really hesitant to let me go. she and my dad searched around for the perfect school and they finally found it. it was this little prep school for boys about ten minutes from our house. on my first day my mom kept popping her head in the windows and making sure i was okay. the teacher probably thought she was crazy or something. but once i got rolling in school she started getting a little more relaxed about it.

elementary school was an alright time for me. that was when i first got interested in track. you see, my dad started me out in little league baseball but when he saw me book it around those bases he knew that running was my strong suite. he kept me in baseball but he also got me into some kids track team. it was mainly all for fun at first but i graduated from that team quickly and my dad got me in some team program for kids who had potential to go to the olympics one day. it was crazy since i was only like seven, but everyone could see it. i was a fast kid with a lot of endurance. my dad was always pushing me, but if i would have backed out i know he would have supported me one hundred percent. he just wanted me to be happy and he knew that running made me happy. he let me drop out of baseball because, while i was fast, i didn't have very good hand - eye coordination. so i almost always struck out. so it was mainly just track from there on out. i'm horribly thankful that my dad realized my potential or else i might have never gotten into track. and that would have been horribly unfortunate.

the year i turned eleven was when it happened. you know, the feelings. i had this best friend named max and we hung out all the time and slept at each others houses and everything. and sometimes when we were wrestling around like little boys did, i sort of like had this urge to .. kiss him? it was crazy and i never did anything and i never told anyone. i just got the feelings and then pushed them away. that was the age when we were supposed to start liking girls a little bit, and if my friends knew that i was attracted to them instead, just imagine how crazy that would be. i guess it was all denial from there. i started pretending to like girls and everything and from there on out i guess i made myself believe it. eleven was also the first time i lead one of my track teams to a nation - wide win. it was actually really fantastic because i was so young and everything. i got a lot of press coverage and everything, but no one remembers that bleach blonde boy now days. i was just a cute little face with some wicked fast feet back then.

junior high was alright. that's when i started hanging out with some of the more popular crowd and girls really started liking me. it was kind of crazy at the time because my mind was such a whirl. i didn't really date a lot around that time because i was just starting to really get into my running and everything. so whenver people asked me why i didn't have a girl friend i just blamed it on that. sure, i was fooling around a little bit, but i didn't pin myself down to anyone for fear that they would notice how i wasn't really into it. the last thing i needed going around was that i was gay. i mean, since i'm obviously not, yeah? i guess junior high was also about the time that i started sort of drifting away from my parents. more my mom than anything since she was a woman and i thought that she didn't understand me and everything. my dad and i were still sort of close but that was only because of track since he was coaching my team still. i could see that i was hurting my mom, but i never did anything to stop it. it stayed like that until freshman year.

so it was freshman year and i was at this fancy private school called huntington. it was this pretty fancy place with all of these horribly rich kids. i was getting really large amount of popularity and it might have been getting to my head a little. i was captian of the track team as a freshman, so that was a big accomplishment that i was a little cocky about. so anyways, i was lab partners with this kid in my honors chemistry class. now i normally wouldn't have spoken with him, but since none of my popular friends had honors classes, i was kind of friends with him but only in science class. his name was jeremy walters. i can still picture his face perfectly to this day. he wasn't horribly ugly or horribly nerdy or anything, but he was just an outcast at school. he was just sort of weird and he was .. dark. but he wasn't that bad of a kid. i had some interesting conversations with him and everything and he made me laugh quite often. he was really witty. but no one at school seemed to like him at all and so he was shunned. he was constantly picked on. i watched it everyday and i never did anything to stop it. he knew too, he knew i could have stopped it. but he was still nice to me. just because i was the only kid that ever did talk to him. even if it was just in science class.

so the day was january 8^th, 2006. it was our first day back from winter break and everyone was buzzing. i should have known it when we were sitting in science class. jeremy was really on edge and he wasn't talking much like usual. i just kind of blew it off as back to school jitters or something. like he didn't want to be back so soon. we learned later that his dad had bought him this really nice shotgun for christmas. like they went hunting together all the time and so jeremy was really good at it. it was lunch time when it happened. i was in the boys bathroom by the cafeteria and i heard it. gun shots. i could hear people scream out in terror and i was frozen still. i hid in one of the stalls and silently hoped whoever the gunman was wouldn't come in. i should have known it was him. who else could it have been? but it just didn't click. i heard over thirty shots fired in that time and i could hear students running past and out the door. i heard cops pull up in that time too, but no one rushed it. i was scared out of my mind and i didn't understand why the cops hadn't barged in.

i hadn't heard any shots fired in a while and so i decided to brave my way out in the hallway. i stepped out and i saw him right away. he was slumped against the lockers and tears were running down his face. he had the shotgun pointed right at his own head. i didn't know what to do but i whispered his name softly. he saw me and he smiled lightly, like he was just seeing me on a normal ocassion. i told him that he didn't have to do it, didn't have to hurt himself. i pleaded with him not to do it, that i would help him stay out of trouble [although i had no idea how] but he didn't listen. i saw him cocking it and i didn't think, only moved forward. i was going to wrestle it from him and then do godknowswhat with it. but i didn't make it. he knew that i could have made it to him in time and so he turned the gun on me. he didn't want to kill me and so he shot right for my thigh. it hurt like hell, the bullet ripping right through the flesh but luckily it didn't hit the bone. i fell to the ground and screamed it pain for a moment. i could hear jeremy telling me that he was sorry and he hadn't wanted to do it. i looked up as i heard him cock the shotgun again. i screamed his name right as he pulled the trigger but it was too late. a moment later i felt his blood spray across my face. it was the most horryfying moment of my life, seeing his face blown off.

after those two shots it got quiet and i laid there, crying for what seemed like forever. the cops finally came in. they found me laying there and got the paramedics in really fast. my parents were waiting outside when i came out on the stretcher. they'd been so worried when i hadn't come out with the rest of the students. i was rushed to the hospital and i later learned that jeremy had killed four other students, one teacher, and injured about fifteen others. it was all over the news and some haroled me as a hero. others claimed that i had been the one to kill jeremy, but that was definitely not what happened. it was nationed - wide for a few weeks, school shootings always are, but it died down after that. it stayed bigger in georgia for a while longer, but with time everything dies down. i was in the hospital for two weeks before they finally let me out. school had been closed the week after but it resumed while i was still in the hospital. my parents didn't make me go back and they didn't want me there anyways. it would have been too painful. and so my mom would pick up my work for me everyday and i finished out the year at home.

over the summer my dad announced that he had opened a new building for his business in california. i know that it wasn't totally because of the business even though they never admitted to it. they just wanted me away from georgia and i honestly wanted to be away from it too. so we moved into this huge house in this little town called verona righg before the start of my sophomore year. my mom actually home schooled me for the first semester because i didn't want to go back. that was when we finally got close again. but before second semester started i decided i was ready to go back to school. they enrolled me at whitebrooke. it wasn't a big or glamorous school like huntington, but we all preferred it that way. we just wanted to live somewhere quiet without conflict and verona offered just that. so we really like it here. at first when i went to school i just kept to myself. people eyed me at first and i could tell the girls wanted to meet me, but i didn't ever make a move to talk to anyone. so people became bored with me and moved on. that was about how it went all the rest of that year but at least i got back into school.

over the summer before junior year the doctors finally said i could start running again. and let me tell you, at first it hurt like hell. every step i took burned right in the spot where jeremy shot me. but i started running everyday and pushed past the pain. it stopped hurting around the time that school started back up so i decided to join the track team. at first people just sort of laughed at the thought of me running since they'd all seen me limping around school and being quiet last year. but i shut them up real fast after our first meet. after that, the populars just started talking to me and it's history from there. since there was already a track captian that year, they promoted me to co - captian really fast. grils started noticing me again and i once again had to pretend to be interested in them. at first i mainly hung out with the jocks, but at a couple parties the rippers came up and talked to me a bit. i liked the guys a lot and they seemed to like me and so we started hanging out a lot. they're all like my best friends now and they were the people who convinced me to first get parties going at my house. they helped me organize the yearly peters bash at my house and that went over fantastic the first year. [can't wait for the second anniversary!]

so this year on my birthday my parents bought my rocky. he's like the most fantastic dog ever and he comes almost everywhere with me. and now that it's the summer he's like always by my side. he likes to come on runs with me and he loves the beach too. whenever i go running people can see my scar and some have asked about it before. but i never tell. words gotten around that i'm fickle about it, so nobody asks anymore. don't tell my parents, but i actually have this picture of jeremy and myself that i took one free day in science. he's really happy in it and he's smiling and i've noticed that i look really happy in it. i've realized with time that jeremy really did make me happy because i could be myself with him. i didn't have to act like the arrogant popular with him and i could be totally goofy whenever i wanted to. and there's not a day that goes by that i don't regret my actions. that i don't regret ignoring him around my popular friends. and a day that i don't regret never stopping them from bullying him. if i had then jeremy wouldn't be dead and neither would those other five people. and i wouldn't have to live with this pain and i might actually have a real friend and not all of these fake populars that i call my best friends. christ, i've made mistakes."

so tell us;

likes;

i like plenty of things. mainly i really love my parents and my dog. i also really like to go running because i'm on the track team. i totally enjoy mexican food and you can always catch me at taco bell. i'm a pretty big fan of liquor but none of that beer shit. you can always find me at the parties and i love hanging out at the beach. music is a huge passion and i love powerpop, believe it or not. it's a wierd fetish, but i adore shopping and going to the mall. i guess you could say i like high fashion. christ, that makes me sound like a queer.

dislikes;

i totally despise violence of any sorts and i always try to keep the peace. as mentioned, i hate beer. it tastes like shit. i think country music should just die and i'm not too fond of death metal either. obesity really gets on my nervis since it's preventable. and, as weird as it sounds, i can't stand the taste of chocolate. i think starbucks is over rated and over priced. horror movies really scare me and so do heights. i steer clear of clingy girls and overly cocky guys.

secrets;

i guess i don't really let it get around that i was adopted, but that's not really a big deal. no one knows that i moved here because of a school shooting at my old school in georgia though. i'll tell you more about that some other time. the last thing i could really tell you, that better never get out, is the fact that i don't really feel attracted to the female sex. like i date girls, but i never really feel it.

fears;

well, chirst. there are plenty of things a person fears. i saw how easy it was for my egg donor to give me up and i've always been afraid my parents might get bored and not want me anymore. i also have this horribly strong phobia of zoos. crazy, right? it's something to do with the large animals and the cages and everything. but it just scared the shit out of me. and i guess i'm really, deep down, afraid of my sexuality. sometimes i feel things for guys. but that's just the raging hormones, right? i don't really like guys like that, right?

your turn;

ooc name;

i'm sure you all already know who i am, but in case you haven't heard .. the name is zane and i'm the coolest bitch you'll ever meet. ah, i'm just kidding.

other characters;

althought it is hard for me, i'm trying to keep my character count down to two on all my sites. so my only other character is tate messinger. you can call him my signature charatcer because i play him on all of my sites.

sample post;

i don't think one single post could really sum me up, so no thanks. my style is constantly changing and it really depends on the person that i'm role playing with. so just be ready for some variety with my posts.

other;

i'm sort of a pushover when it comes to this section usually. i let people slide all the time on it. but no more! zane is crazking down with the iron fist. if you don't use the special "word" then you're not getting accepted. oh mannn.

finished.