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His words, although probably offensive to anyone else, just brought a wide smile to her face. Nothing her older brother could say would ever derail the overwhelming amount of love she held for him. He was her best friend and had been her whole life. She reached up and poked the scruff he'd let grow on his face, "You've got a little something right there." It made him look much older than she felt that he acted.
Finn wrapped both arms around his waist, squeezing lightly as they walked down the stairs. She had much more pep in her step than he did, but she was doing her best to tone it down. After all, she knew how Wesley got when she acted spastic. Grouch that he was. She tapped her finger to her lower lip at the options presented to her. If it had been her choice, she'd have picked one of each. Or all. She just wanted to be surrounded by animals at all times. They were so fluffy and cute.
"I don't think we should go into this with one specific type in mind. It should be all about the vibe, Wesley. You'll know the moment you see your little one. They're going to just adore you and that scruffy face that'll remind them of their kind," She glanced up at him and giggled at her own attempt at a jab. Finn wasn't always good at them, but she often tried to keep up with him.
"I wouldn't say that's true," She answered with a wider smile. The way she looked at it, if he wasn't a good person or if he wasn't as good as she was, he'd have reacted far worse than shrugging off the damage that had been done. She was used to instantaneous anger from situations like these whether she caused them or not. He hardly seemed phased by it.
Finn did a once over of herself to make sure that she was good. She hadn't twisted an ankle or landed on her butt, so she'd say she was doing fine. When she came to the conclusion she looked back up at him and gave a firm nod, "Fine as wine."
Her eyes stayed on his face and she stuck her hand out, "I'm Finn."
His response made her smile and she felt relieved that he wasn't angry. She'd expected anger. Laptops were expensive and important, as a new blogger, she was dependent on electronic devices for her writing purposes. While she preferred the natural lead to paper, it wasn't quite practical anymore.
Finn was more surprised by the contact he made with her, just a small touch of the hand and she noted the way his aura vibrated a soft green. He was much calmer than she felt, but it was a nice way to ease her own nerves. She looked back up at him, "Are you sure? I really would hate for you to have lost something because I'm so clumsy."
And hadn't been paying attention. "I really appreciate your act, though. Saved me from quite a few nasty bruises," She offered with a small laugh.
Winter was something that Finn had grown to love over her life. She enjoyed the prospect of each snowflake being different because she could relate to it on such a strong level. It was her whole lifestyle. Despite being true to her lifestyle and the choices of the bohemian, she was still a teenager and she found that her nose was still glued to her phone more than she'd like to admit. More often than not, she was drafting posts for her blog or online shopping for a new article of clothing to add to her collection.
With phones came a strong lack of attention and awareness of her surroundings. The boots she was wearing had very little traction and she squeaked when she started slipping across the ice. She was started to brace herself for the fall, but found that she was quickly caught in the arms of someone with eyes that matched the winter sky and skin that had a high contrast with his icy blonde hair.
The crash made her wince and her eyes locked on the laptop that must have fallen from his lap. Finn steadied herself and frowned, kneeling down to pick up the laptop, "I'm so sorry, I...oh shoot, I feel so bad. I'll pay for it to get fixed. I promise."
A single word coming from her older brother's mouth was all she needed. Puppies. Enough said. Wesley was on the hunt for a furry friend and who was Finn to deny him assistance. If there was a person in the world that could say no to looking at puppies, she was sure she didn't want to meet them. She didn't need that kind of negativity in her life. It hadn't taken her long to get ready, she threw on an old t-shirt and a some tattered jeans with a knitted sweater on, sticking with her boho chic look. Or as her older brother would call it 'hobo chic.' She took very little offense to his views on her lifestyle though. Obviously he still adored her.
The very moment she got to his place of residence, she was practically vibrating with excitement. She'd knocked on his door and impatiently waited for him to answer. He was so slow moving for someone that was supposed to be excited about purchasing a puppy. Finn stood there, clicking her heels together like she was Dorothy and waited ever so impatiently.
Once the door opened to reveal her brother, she squeaked and grabbed his hand, "Come on, Wesley! You're being so slow, we have puppies to see! Hurry!" It was safe to say that she was a tiny bit impatient at times. Even with her generally mellow personality.
Prudence Findlay Archer FACE CLAIM: Haley Lu Richardson
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 19 GENDER: Female ORIENTATION: Unsure POSITION: College Student
♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Empathy The ability to sense, feel and understand the emotions of others through auras. Different colors give off different emotions, sort of like a mood ring.
LIMITATIONS: -Auras get fainter the farther away a person is and disappear if they are far enough away that the face is not visible -This leads to only a select few auras being seen and read clearly -Cannot actually manipulate the emotions or auras -Certain people with abilities (mental shields, suppressors, etc) don't show an aura
SIDE-EFFECTS: -Finn's partially color blind. It's more that the saturation of color for her is far dimmer than it is for others so that she can read an aura easier -Headaches are frequent and can lead to extreme migraines -If she's in a large group that are close by, she can get overwhelmed by the emotions and pass out -Depressive episodes are common -Panic attacks are also common
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
Confessions of a Boho Princess By: Finn Archer
I'll be honest, I definitely googled ways to start a blog. This is my first one I've ever done and while I'm not super confident in it, I have hope that it will acquire a fanbase of some sort. Mostly, this is an outlet for creativity; an outlet for the me that I wish to show the world.
I think the best way to start is by simply beginning.
Here's a little snippet about yours truly before we get to the true fluff:
My given name is Prudence Findlay Archer, but I prefer to be called Finn. On the rarest of occasions I'll answer to Prue, but only my immediate family bothers to call me Prudence. Usually it's my older brother that enjoys to use it as some way to pick fun at me. It rarely works, I love him to bits and can't fathom ever being annoyed by him. In all of my nineteen years, I think we've fought a total of five times and four of them were when I was just learning to talk.
My parents raised us for the most part in England where Wesley and I were born. I come from a family of meta-humans, each and every one of them has an incredible ability, that somehow are all in tune with each other. A healer, a water manipulator and an Earth manipulator. And then there's me; an empath. It's sort of funny, I think, that we all fit together in some strange, spiritual way. My mother and my brother both are in tune with the elements while my father and I are in tune with the body and the soul. I was destined for this lifestyle.
I suppose you're wondering how I came to manifest my ability, well, it was with Wesley that it happened. My brother is not very forward with his emotions, not by any stretch of the imagination. He covers up what he can with sarcasm and jokes, both of which I'd come to understand, but I had never fully comprehended what was behind them. I was only eleven and he had been out of the house for quite some time by that point. In school we had been crafting and I made him this silly necklace out of leather and a painted pasta shell because I was eleven and thought it was the best thing ever.
When I gave it to him, he poked fun at it, pretended like it was something completely ridiculous (which it was), it was the strangest thing though because as he picked and poked fun, it was like this misty fog developed around him almost like the way a mood ring shifts colors when someone different touches it. It was a serene blue and I just knew that he loved it with everything inside of him. He still has it, although I made him a wooden charm in place of the painted noodle.
It was about three days before recruiters came to our home. None of us were surprised, I'd already filled my whole family in on what was happening. It was sporadic at best, but I've really started honing in on it.
St. Bethany's is where I started schooling, I was familiar with it because of Wesley. He was always bragging about how great he did there, and I whole heartedly believe it. He's incredibly smart and very charming. It runs in our family. I didn't stay at St. Bethany's for long, though, as the mutants were exposed. I was told it was precautionary, although, I had never really minded the move. America, it doesn't have quite the same feeling about it, but it is wonderful in its own way and I've enjoyed my time at Bellefonte thus far.
My ability still needs a little work, so I stayed put for college. Wesley is nearby, and so are Mum and Dad with our next little Archer soon to join. I think that's all there is to know for now.
Until next time friends,
Finn
♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Trix AGE GROUP: 22 EXPERIENCE: Since I was a wee baby WHERE DID YOU FIND US? It was Mel
