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   ★Basics::

   ★ Name:: Finnegan
        ★ Nickname:: Finn
        ★ Gender:: Male
        ★ Species of Tibumeru:: Blacktip reef shark and Lion fish
        ★ Appears:: 32
        ★ Actual Age:: 27
        ★ Height:: 5'0

★ Personality::

Adventurous / Stubborn / Resourceful / Sly / Humorous

Pangea makes up the key,or only, part left from the world before. No magical realm or hidden islands,just Pangea. However,Finnegan goes against this ideology believing there is something beyond the stormy sea. Call him a complete moron, but within his fishy gut a fire burns yearning to travel beyond the known ocean. He seeks out any offer to travel within Panega even if its a simple swim to the next coast line, he craves a different scenery everyday aside from his small home.

Try as he might, he can't make it past the rough seas always ending up back at square one on his little island. Finn is as stubborn as a mule,even when he ends up back at the same spot he'll try again the next day and the next. The scars on his face are a testament to his refusal to stop after a rock and him had a brief intimate moment. . .twice,exact same one. What small views he has are deeply rooted into his moral compass making it difficult make him think otherwise. He doesn't take lightly to those who try to change that often he mutes them out or leaves the conversation all together.
That stubbornness of his has allowed him to get interesting use out of everyday objects. A fishing net makes a nice hammock or banana leafs make a great cover for cooking fish. Of course the everyday use of objects escape him so compasses or other handy tools usually become stacked up into decorations for his wall. Finn carries a whimsy with him wherever he goes,he is all about horrible puns. While he is careful with his humor once he knows the person is comfortable with it all hell breaks loose. After hearing sailors and pirates crack various jokes over the years he has compiled them into a mental list of jokes to crack at a moments notice along with a few originals. Often he uses them to cheer others up or to break any awkward silence hanging in the air,he isn't afraid to make a complete fool of himself to lighten the mood.

     ★ Preference:: Homosexual
     ★ Relationship Status:: Single

   ★Detailed::

★ Hobbies::
>>> Playing with his pet Stoat
>>> Collecting teeth he finds on the ocean floor
>>> Chewing on various objects (plants are a favorite)

★ Skills:: Consuming anything put in front of him if told its food

★ History::
Finn's childhood was lackluster,like many of Tibumeru, he was abandoned shortly after birth leaving him to his own devices. Days were spent hiding in the shallow reefs eating whatever came across him as 'editable' which included painful trail and error. Thankfully his lesson in editable foods made him resistant to most foul or expired goods,he isn't one to be picky about his meals. Being a young pup he sought out companionship,but was often too cowardly to approach large groups. Instead he lived out his early years in the reef collecting bottle caps until the reef could no longer support him. Finnegan was horrified when his little nook couldn't fit his tail anymore or when his head stuck out of the water like a sore thumb. It was time for a change in scenery.

A sense of dread filled his thoughts,frighten of what might lie beyond the shallows. He rarely ventured outside after becoming tangled in a fisherman's net. The dagger became his first 'treasure' after it had fallen off the man's boat with him. Weighing his options he pushed his fears aside to venture into the deep ocean hoping his fears were blown out of proportion.

The start of his deep ocean adventure makes him uneasy to think about. The days were long with little life in sight unless he encountered a coral reef. He grew hungry being used to the abundant food the reefs provided so he ate just about anything that was slower then him from Lion Fish to Starfish. From there it was a blur for him, the days seem to merge together creating a wheel of actions repeating in his head. Sleep,eat,hide,repeat. Everyday he grew a little larger or learned something new such as 'compasses' though nothing for him to recall in great detail.

23 came at a breakneck speed to Finn,the days became such routine he lost track aside from the occasional pirates passing. His hoard of bottle caps became his only worry though he hungered for. . .something. As the days turned into months the bottle caps seem to have lost their glimmer, they just seemed like utter garbage now. So he scavenged the floor for a new item to obsess over when he saw it, a twinkle hidden between the sand. Pushing the sand aside he finds a coin of silver,though he had no idea what it was exactly. New shiny, its about all he cared about and cherished his newfound treasure. He became a common sight around ship wreaks where he spotted his first coin,sadly no others seem to turn up despite his efforts.

Finn went about his usual digging when a large shadow loomed over him. His blood ran cold spying the tall tale signs of danger as long tentacles rose from the shadow. Squid,one of the few creatures he feared. Slowly he turned to the source trying to scavenge up the courage to fight for his life if needed though confusion quickly replaced his fears at the perky young face of a Tibumeru. The young Tibumeru offered him an invitation, to join his little team of ragtag 'pirates'. The offer confused Finn as pirates were primarily a human 'thing' though they explained the group was after treasure. Treasure? Finn had never heard of such a term. When explained what it was his eyes widen,more shiny things? Sign him up! The Tibumeru couldn't be happier at his choice and so began Finn's journey across Pangea.

The journey was long,but the 'crew' made the best of it. They shared their catches,ran away from hostiles, and crossed too many boarders to count. The treasure. . .there wasn't any. Try as they might little ever came of their plunders from sunken ships or ghost town villages. Finn was disappointed they never found anything yet he came to adore the various landscapes they visited. The wide fields of flowers to the slowly building cities, he felt this might have been the treasure all along. However, the crew weren't so keen on their losses. Fights broke out between them,accusations of one stealing to the leader himself lying about where possible loot was. It was a blood bath. The crew was in shambles with remaining members scattering across the Pangea leaving Finn where he started again,alone.

Finn grew lonesome overtime finding an small island to call his own. A cruise ship covered most of the island,but that didn't mean life wasn't flourishing. Setting foot onto his new home he was assaulted by a mass of white and brown. Stoats,about a two hundred of them,inhabited the wreak eating what small bugs and birds dare land on its rusted deck. Finn found himself covered in tiny bites or scratches though came to terms he couldn't get rid of such an amount of 'tiny angry furry tubes'. So he made himself a makeshift space high above the ground where they couldn't reach him. Overtime they've become familiar with him,along with some small bribes of fish he brings. One brown stoat in particular follows him around,usually hiding within his jacket until exposed. He calls her Sazerac after an incident where she ended up stuck in a bottle of liquor. Speaking of liquor, the ship was littered with bottles. Having no idea what the liquid was he drinks it, often getting sick after a few sips,but it hasn't stopped him from trying.

For now he lives on his little stout island, traveling to local shores in search for an adventure or a small chance at a silver coin.

★ Bad Habits, or Specific Traits::

>> Always has something in his mouth (plant,bone,metal,etc)
>> Smiles when lying
>> Taps his tail on the ground when excited
>> Adores being petted

★ Legend:: He doesn't know or care.

★ Extra:: If anyone knows how to code I would love some help OTL

★ Stats::
Lv. 1
>> HP ;; ★ 5
>> ATTACK ;; ★ 2
>> DEFENSE ;; ★ 5
>> SPEED ;; ★ 5
>> INTELLIGENCE ;; ★ 3

>> WEAKEST STAT ;; Attack
>> STRONGEST STAT ;; Defense

~RP Info~

Preferred Style: Paragraph or Headcannon
Method of RP: Discord or Skype
Do you mind starting the RP: I don't mind ~
What are you not comfortable with: Fighting scenes (in rp),I'm awful at explaining them. I don't mind talking about violence! Everything else I'm good with as long as I get a heads up
Language: English

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Description

   ★Basics::

   ★ Name:: Finnegan
        ★ Nickname:: Finn
        ★ Gender:: Male
        ★ Species of Tibumeru:: Blacktip reef shark and Lion fish
        ★ Appears:: 32
        ★ Actual Age:: 27
        ★ Height:: 5'0

★ Personality::

Adventurous / Stubborn / Resourceful / Sly / Humorous

Pangea makes up the key,or only, part left from the world before. No magical realm or hidden islands,just Pangea. However,Finnegan goes against this ideology believing there is something beyond the stormy sea. Call him a complete moron, but within his fishy gut a fire burns yearning to travel beyond the known ocean. He seeks out any offer to travel within Panega even if its a simple swim to the next coast line, he craves a different scenery everyday aside from his small home.

Try as he might, he can't make it past the rough seas always ending up back at square one on his little island. Finn is as stubborn as a mule,even when he ends up back at the same spot he'll try again the next day and the next. The scars on his face are a testament to his refusal to stop after a rock and him had a brief intimate moment. . .twice,exact same one. What small views he has are deeply rooted into his moral compass making it difficult make him think otherwise. He doesn't take lightly to those who try to change that often he mutes them out or leaves the conversation all together.
That stubbornness of his has allowed him to get interesting use out of everyday objects. A fishing net makes a nice hammock or banana leafs make a great cover for cooking fish. Of course the everyday use of objects escape him so compasses or other handy tools usually become stacked up into decorations for his wall. Finn carries a whimsy with him wherever he goes,he is all about horrible puns. While he is careful with his humor once he knows the person is comfortable with it all hell breaks loose. After hearing sailors and pirates crack various jokes over the years he has compiled them into a mental list of jokes to crack at a moments notice along with a few originals. Often he uses them to cheer others up or to break any awkward silence hanging in the air,he isn't afraid to make a complete fool of himself to lighten the mood.

     ★ Preference:: Homosexual
     ★ Relationship Status:: Single

   ★Detailed::

★ Hobbies::
>>> Playing with his pet Stoat
>>> Collecting teeth he finds on the ocean floor
>>> Chewing on various objects (plants are a favorite)

★ Skills:: Consuming anything put in front of him if told its food

★ History::
Finn's childhood was lackluster,like many of Tibumeru, he was abandoned shortly after birth leaving him to his own devices. Days were spent hiding in the shallow reefs eating whatever came across him as 'editable' which included painful trail and error. Thankfully his lesson in editable foods made him resistant to most foul or expired goods,he isn't one to be picky about his meals. Being a young pup he sought out companionship,but was often too cowardly to approach large groups. Instead he lived out his early years in the reef collecting bottle caps until the reef could no longer support him. Finnegan was horrified when his little nook couldn't fit his tail anymore or when his head stuck out of the water like a sore thumb. It was time for a change in scenery.

A sense of dread filled his thoughts,frighten of what might lie beyond the shallows. He rarely ventured outside after becoming tangled in a fisherman's net. The dagger became his first 'treasure' after it had fallen off the man's boat with him. Weighing his options he pushed his fears aside to venture into the deep ocean hoping his fears were blown out of proportion.

The start of his deep ocean adventure makes him uneasy to think about. The days were long with little life in sight unless he encountered a coral reef. He grew hungry being used to the abundant food the reefs provided so he ate just about anything that was slower then him from Lion Fish to Starfish. From there it was a blur for him, the days seem to merge together creating a wheel of actions repeating in his head. Sleep,eat,hide,repeat. Everyday he grew a little larger or learned something new such as 'compasses' though nothing for him to recall in great detail.

23 came at a breakneck speed to Finn,the days became such routine he lost track aside from the occasional pirates passing. His hoard of bottle caps became his only worry though he hungered for. . .something. As the days turned into months the bottle caps seem to have lost their glimmer, they just seemed like utter garbage now. So he scavenged the floor for a new item to obsess over when he saw it, a twinkle hidden between the sand. Pushing the sand aside he finds a coin of silver,though he had no idea what it was exactly. New shiny, its about all he cared about and cherished his newfound treasure. He became a common sight around ship wreaks where he spotted his first coin,sadly no others seem to turn up despite his efforts.

Finn went about his usual digging when a large shadow loomed over him. His blood ran cold spying the tall tale signs of danger as long tentacles rose from the shadow. Squid,one of the few creatures he feared. Slowly he turned to the source trying to scavenge up the courage to fight for his life if needed though confusion quickly replaced his fears at the perky young face of a Tibumeru. The young Tibumeru offered him an invitation, to join his little team of ragtag 'pirates'. The offer confused Finn as pirates were primarily a human 'thing' though they explained the group was after treasure. Treasure? Finn had never heard of such a term. When explained what it was his eyes widen,more shiny things? Sign him up! The Tibumeru couldn't be happier at his choice and so began Finn's journey across Pangea.

The journey was long,but the 'crew' made the best of it. They shared their catches,ran away from hostiles, and crossed too many boarders to count. The treasure. . .there wasn't any. Try as they might little ever came of their plunders from sunken ships or ghost town villages. Finn was disappointed they never found anything yet he came to adore the various landscapes they visited. The wide fields of flowers to the slowly building cities, he felt this might have been the treasure all along. However, the crew weren't so keen on their losses. Fights broke out between them,accusations of one stealing to the leader himself lying about where possible loot was. It was a blood bath. The crew was in shambles with remaining members scattering across the Pangea leaving Finn where he started again,alone.

Finn grew lonesome overtime finding an small island to call his own. A cruise ship covered most of the island,but that didn't mean life wasn't flourishing. Setting foot onto his new home he was assaulted by a mass of white and brown. Stoats,about a two hundred of them,inhabited the wreak eating what small bugs and birds dare land on its rusted deck. Finn found himself covered in tiny bites or scratches though came to terms he couldn't get rid of such an amount of 'tiny angry furry tubes'. So he made himself a makeshift space high above the ground where they couldn't reach him. Overtime they've become familiar with him,along with some small bribes of fish he brings. One brown stoat in particular follows him around,usually hiding within his jacket until exposed. He calls her Sazerac after an incident where she ended up stuck in a bottle of liquor. Speaking of liquor, the ship was littered with bottles. Having no idea what the liquid was he drinks it, often getting sick after a few sips,but it hasn't stopped him from trying.

For now he lives on his little stout island, traveling to local shores in search for an adventure or a small chance at a silver coin.

★ Bad Habits, or Specific Traits::

>> Always has something in his mouth (plant,bone,metal,etc)
>> Smiles when lying
>> Taps his tail on the ground when excited
>> Adores being petted

★ Legend:: He doesn't know or care.

★ Extra:: If anyone knows how to code I would love some help OTL

★ Stats::
Lv. 1
>> HP ;; ★ 5
>> ATTACK ;; ★ 2
>> DEFENSE ;; ★ 5
>> SPEED ;; ★ 5
>> INTELLIGENCE ;; ★ 3

>> WEAKEST STAT ;; Attack
>> STRONGEST STAT ;; Defense

~RP Info~

Preferred Style: Paragraph or Headcannon
Method of RP: Discord or Skype
Do you mind starting the RP: I don't mind ~
What are you not comfortable with: Fighting scenes (in rp),I'm awful at explaining them. I don't mind talking about violence! Everything else I'm good with as long as I get a heads up
Language: English

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