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---The shop under construction was left undone, with small furniture and display cases covered with large sheets. Sitting alone on a stool, he blankly stared at the hand that was playing with the small swiss army knife he held onto before coming here to this town. He tried to fit in, but already he failed on his first day upon coming here to even try to meet the other young children of his age.

"...just.....what did I lack...?"

He sighed and laid his head on the counter, starting to feel blank. He failed once, why bother trying to try again when the results were going to be so obvious? He was getting tired, maybe a good sleep would help him forget everything.

"I think...I'll take a nap, I need it..."

He faintly smiled as he flicked open the compact knife and slowly bringing it to his wrist. He watched as he pushed the tip of the blade, sinking into the pale skin as he pulled the blade to the side with a deep line of crimson that followed after. Surprisingly, it did not hurt as he performed the same act onto his other wrist. Placing down the compact tool, he brought his hands up as he stared at the overflowing of blood running down his arm. Using his arms as a cushion, he placed his head down and felt his eyes closing. The cloth beneath him was starting to soak in the blood as it spread underneath him, but he didn't care. He wanted to rest.

"....Good night..."

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[F] u l l - N a m e : Fionn Symmes [pronounced as : "Sims"]
[A] g e : 15
[G] e n d e r : Male
[H] e i g h t : 5'4" / 6'2" in Mage form
[B] i r t h d a y : October 27

[J] o b : -

[M] a g e - T y p e : Mature
[M] a g e - I t e m : Swiss Army Knife

[S] t a t s :
●-P- o w e r : 40 (+5)
●-P- o t e n t i a l : 5
●-M- a g i c : 10
●-S- p e e d : 35
●-L- u c k : 10

[A] b i l i t i e s :
●"-Via Lanceas-"●
Close range attack; The pincher located on the head of the spear opens once the blade stabs the enemy, upon stabbing the target the claws close onto the enemy, making it difficult for the target to get the weapon off.

●"-Puritatem Lancea-"●
Summons several replicas of the spear [at current level can only summon four], on each corner forming a cubic area creating a barrier to keep the enemy out. However it drains the user's stamina and at the current level Fionn is at he can only hold the barrier for fifteen minutes.

[P] e r s o n a l i t y :
Fionn is kind of blunt, yet mature for is age. He prefers to be formal to others around him, regardless of age differences. He tends to worry more about the situation around him than himself. Sometimes he prefers to go along with the situation rather than making some lame reason to pass it, but depends on what kind of situation. He's somewhat of a loner, wanting to focus on repairing items in his room.

[L] i k e s :
+ Repairing gadgets/items [EX.: watches, etc.]
+ Rose Tea
+ Sweets, especially rare cheese cake

[D] i s l i k e s :
- Rain
- Disrespect
- Insecurity

[I] n f o : -WILL UPDATE-

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Fionn (c)

Description

---The shop under construction was left undone, with small furniture and display cases covered with large sheets. Sitting alone on a stool, he blankly stared at the hand that was playing with the small swiss army knife he held onto before coming here to this town. He tried to fit in, but already he failed on his first day upon coming here to even try to meet the other young children of his age.

"...just.....what did I lack...?"

He sighed and laid his head on the counter, starting to feel blank. He failed once, why bother trying to try again when the results were going to be so obvious? He was getting tired, maybe a good sleep would help him forget everything.

"I think...I'll take a nap, I need it..."

He faintly smiled as he flicked open the compact knife and slowly bringing it to his wrist. He watched as he pushed the tip of the blade, sinking into the pale skin as he pulled the blade to the side with a deep line of crimson that followed after. Surprisingly, it did not hurt as he performed the same act onto his other wrist. Placing down the compact tool, he brought his hands up as he stared at the overflowing of blood running down his arm. Using his arms as a cushion, he placed his head down and felt his eyes closing. The cloth beneath him was starting to soak in the blood as it spread underneath him, but he didn't care. He wanted to rest.

"....Good night..."

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Clearer View : [link]
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[F] u l l - N a m e : Fionn Symmes [pronounced as : "Sims"]
[A] g e : 15
[G] e n d e r : Male
[H] e i g h t : 5'4" / 6'2" in Mage form
[B] i r t h d a y : October 27

[J] o b : -

[M] a g e - T y p e : Mature
[M] a g e - I t e m : Swiss Army Knife

[S] t a t s :
●-P- o w e r : 40 (+5)
●-P- o t e n t i a l : 5
●-M- a g i c : 10
●-S- p e e d : 35
●-L- u c k : 10

[A] b i l i t i e s :
●"-Via Lanceas-"●
Close range attack; The pincher located on the head of the spear opens once the blade stabs the enemy, upon stabbing the target the claws close onto the enemy, making it difficult for the target to get the weapon off.

●"-Puritatem Lancea-"●
Summons several replicas of the spear [at current level can only summon four], on each corner forming a cubic area creating a barrier to keep the enemy out. However it drains the user's stamina and at the current level Fionn is at he can only hold the barrier for fifteen minutes.

[P] e r s o n a l i t y :
Fionn is kind of blunt, yet mature for is age. He prefers to be formal to others around him, regardless of age differences. He tends to worry more about the situation around him than himself. Sometimes he prefers to go along with the situation rather than making some lame reason to pass it, but depends on what kind of situation. He's somewhat of a loner, wanting to focus on repairing items in his room.

[L] i k e s :
+ Repairing gadgets/items [EX.: watches, etc.]
+ Rose Tea
+ Sweets, especially rare cheese cake

[D] i s l i k e s :
- Rain
- Disrespect
- Insecurity

[I] n f o : -WILL UPDATE-

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Fionn (c)