Farley Miikka Koivisto

[Farley Koivisto]

KOIVISTO, FARLEY MIIKKA

( B A S I C )

I created the Sound of Madness[/i][/color][/size]

FULL NAME:
Farley Miikka Koivisto

DATE OF BIRTH AND AGE:
14/10/1991 | eighteen

SPECIES:
Human

Original or Canon:
Original character

GENDER AND SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Male | Likes girls

CURRENTLY LIVES:
Forks

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
His hair is a chocolate brown color, and is grown just to his shoulders. michael hasn't visited a barbor since he was twelve, and so the choppy style in which his hair is cut is all diy. Most of the time, his fringe is swept over to the right, and making his forehead invisible. The boy has a great adoration for hats. Most that he own are black trilby hats, but he has an impressive collection of captain hats, earflap hats, beanie hats and various others. Farley has pretty big dark brown eyes. They're nearly a black color, which earned him the nickname devil baby as a kid. His eyes are downturned, though not noticably. It's one of those things that gets at him a lot though. Most of the time, michael's eyes are hidden behind his black 'nerd' glasses, but unlike most who wear them, he actually needs them.

Farley's build is pretty pitiful. He's like the stereotypical, weedy teenage boy. He has no muscle whatsoever. His grandmother desrcibes his build as 'a long drip of water'. Farley never got this phrase, and finds it pretty creepy, so he just uses the word woeful to describe his build. Farley will try and tell people that he is six feet tall, but in actual fact he's pretty short. He's only about five feet seven inches, although that was the last time he measured when he was sixteen. Fitting in with his weedy build, Farley doesn't weigh all that much. He's roughly around 133 pounds, or 9 and a half stone. For a while he was horribly underweight, but has managed to keep himself just in the healthy weight range since his discovery of soya ice cream.


( O T H E R )
Wrote the book on pain[/i][/color][/size]

LIKES:
ukuleles. trilbys. cheesy horror movies. acoustic guitars. flip-flops. cups of tea. markers. cocktails. action figures. pink guitar picks. cuddly toys. fairy tales. the outdoors. magnets. movie stills. mathematics. shirts. swimming.

DISLIKES:
security lights. dead batteries. curtains. swinging doors. awkward conversations. faded hairdyes. upturned plugs. rude shop assistants. loud, sudden noises. flags. sweat. losing. wires. waiting. decorating houses

STRENGTHS:
extremely flexible. can hold his breath for a minute. gives decent advice. can juggle five objects.

WEAKNESSES:
sob stories. too trusting and loving. extremely forgetful. can't dance.

FEARS:
the dark. slenderman. butterflies. electric shocks. nuclear war.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
When it comes to social situations or speaking his mind about something, Farley is anything but shy. He was confident from the moment she could walk and talk, and never had a problem with nerves or apprehension. He has a confident spring to his step and has no trouble stating his opinion. His confidence has been compared to cockiness by a few people, but he doesn't think he's reached that level of it yet. At least, he hopes he hasn't.

If Farley finds someone that he really likes, he will fall hard and fast for them in a second. It's just in his nature to be a loving person. He has a theory that because he so strongly believes there's too much bad feeling in the world, he tries to create as much love as he can. That's more of an excuse though, as at heart, Nathanial is a hopeless romantic.

Farley is perfectly capable of looking after himself, he always has been. He had never relied on anyone to get by in life. He finds this one of his best traits, because Farley doesn't see the fun in having a life completely dependent on other people. People never really expect him to be able to do things for himself.

Ninety percent of the hairbrained things Farley does end with him shrugging and saying 'well, it seemed like a good idea at the time'. This may as well be the motto he lives by. Farley hasn't really grasped the concept of thinking before he acts. Or before he speaks. He just generally does things and says things as soon as the thought pops into his head.

Farley is one of those extremely-optomistic, upbeat kind of people. He never tries to hunt out the negative in people or situations and always believes that good charactistics in things will shine through over the bad. He's incredibly naive in this sense for some people do take advantage in his good nature. The upside of this happiness is that no matter what happens to him, he'll just pick himself back up again and get on with life, with the same happy attitude. He likes to think that sometimes he's one of those people that can walk into a dreary room and brighten it up mood-wise, but knows that's usually not the case.


( H I S T O R Y )
Somehow I'm still here, To explain[/i][/color][/size]

MOTHER:
Evelien Jacqueline Turner

FATHER:
Eero Lasse Koivisto

SIBLINGS:
Jussi Arthur Koivisto

HOMETOWN:
Warwick, Rhode Island

HISTORY ESSAY:
On a showery spring day in October 1991, Evelien Turner was rushed to her local hospital by her mother with crippling cramps that had no explainable source. A doctor greeted the pair in a cubicle and informed her that she was in the beginning of labor. Evelien was shocked. She had a boyfriend, but he was more of a casual thing, and no one had knew she was pregnant. Even her mother, usually one of those people that knows everything had no idea about her daughters pregnancy. After three hours, Evelien, at the tender age of eighteen, brought into the world her first child. A son, named Farley Miikka Koivisto. When she informed her boyfriend, Eero Koivisto, he was a damn sight more enthusiastic than she was. Evelien was a party girl though, and she couldn't understand why he didn't consider this the worst thing to happen in their young lives like she did. It was because of this that when the pair eventually split up three months later, Eero took full custody of the little boy and took his son back to his native country of Finland to raise him.

Eero was in his element as a father, and as Farley grew up he was his idol. He did everything he could for his son without help from anyone. For the first few years year of his life they lived with Eero's parents in Kautokeino before he could finally afford their own place. When Farley was three the pair moved down to Seinajoki. When he was old enough, his father took him out fishing on the lakes surrounding their home. He adored this hobby, and found that although he was young, he was a natural at fishing. Farley grew up with a lust for adventure thanks to these surroundings, and would go off on random camping trips with his father to any part of the woods he fancied. He couldn't have been happier when he was growing up, and he never wanted to grow up.

When Farley was ten, he and his father took a vacation back to Rhode Island to catch up Eero's friends that he had left behind in America when his son was born. During this trip, Eero had a chance meeting with Evelien in a bar. Once again, the pair hit it off. This time, it was slightly more extreme than in their youth though. They had a whirlwind romance and before the two-month trip was over, they were married. When the father and son went back to Seinajoki, Evelien joined them. At first, Farley was over the moon at his family being back together again. Sure he didn't actually know his mother, but this was a chance for a fresh start. Unfortunately, Evelien was not enthusiastic though. She couldn't wait to start a new family Eero, and treated Farley as if he didn't even exist. Eero still spent time with his son though, well, as much as he could.

Farley's baby brother was born when he was eleven years old, and during this pregnancy the family had moved back to Rhode Island for good. At this time, Farley was pretty self sufficient. Instead of staying at home and being ignored, Farley would pack some of his books in a backpack and take off to little camping trips for a weekend or go and stay with some of his friends. He was making a whole bunch of new friends in school, and not ones that his parents were particularly fond of. These kids had a bad reputation. When Farley was thirteen, he started going to parties. At these parties, he would play impromptu shows for his friends when anyone found out he could play guitar. After a four day stint of partying and playing, Farley finally returned home. He was still pretty out of it as he walked through the front door, dragging his bags along the ground. Evelien came barging out of the kitchen, anger etched into her features as if she had been waiting for this moment so she could unleash all her true feeling on the teenager.

This last accident was the straw that broke the camels back. Farley woke up one morning with all of his belongings packed and Evelien standing in his doorway, her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. She informed him that he wasn't going to be living in her home and destroying to atmosphere aymore; she had found somewhere new for him to live. Before he had even been given the chance to wake up, Farley was put on a plane and sent to the other side of the country. During his flight, Farley had managed to start thinking instead of sleeping and figured that his grandmother lived near Seattle, and chances are he was going to stay with her. He was right, as the old woman was standing waiting for him just outside of the baggage claim. Farley ran up to his grandmother and gave her a hug before they headed to the car. As soon as they were in the car and the engine was started for their journey to his grandmothers hometown, Farley started with the questions. He wasn't sure if the old woman could make any of them out when he finished, for he had talked at a speed that was quick even to him. All she replied was 'Quiet, little one. You're home now, and that is all that matters'. They arrived 'home' shortly after that, and for the last four years Farley has been living a fairly average and quiet life in Forks.

( P U P P E T E E R )
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
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ALIAS:
matchknee

AGE:
seventeen

ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE:
four years

HOW DID YOU FIND US:
roleplay directory

OTHER CHARACTERS?:
n/a

SECRET PHRASE:
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RP EXAMPLE:

In real time, it had only been a few seconds since he had asked to speak to Jethro Foster and the bubbly guy manning the counter had went out back, but to Caleb’s nervous mind a full four hours had passed. His palms became sweaty, his breathing became shallow, and quite frankly he thought he would pass out or die any second now. For so long it had been his ambition to find his older brother and get out of the rich kid status that he so dearly hated. His time had been so taken up by trying to find Jethro that it hadn’t crossed his mind as to how to react to the older male, or even how to tell him who he was. ‘Oh hey Jet, I’m your bro, lets hang out sometime!’ was hardly an appropriate start to their relationship, was it? And would Jet even want to know him? Caleb pushed that thought away, trying to ignore negativity.

Caleb glanced up at the clock again. A further minute had passed, another hour in Caleb’s head. His hands joined in front of him, and he nervously started to scratch at the back of his left hand. He trembled softly and felt his mouth go dry. ’This was a bad f-cking idea!’ He complained in his head. It had all seemed so simple when he left Ailo’s house, no sense of logic or reason had been with him, only happiness that he finally had a family member who wasn’t a douchebag. ’F-ck it, I’ll go home...’ He decided. Caleb had just grabbed the front wheel of his board when a loud laugh came from the storage room and a guy came walking out the door. Not any guy though. No, it couldn’t have been the counter guy coming out to say Jethro was too busy or away home early; it was his big brother in the flesh.

He froze and stared at Jethro with large, nervous eyes as he approached the counter. ”Hi, my name’s Jet. May I help you?” His voice wasn’t exactly what Caleb had imagined, although he wasn’t sure what he had thought it would sound like anyway. He had so many friends from New York or Europe that Jet’s accent and its normality just took Caleb by surprise. ”H-“ Caleb’s voice choked as he tried to greet his older brother and he stopped to cough. He was groaning in his head at how much of an idiot he must have been appearing already. He felt like some teenage girl chilling with some dude she had a crush on, except this was less adoring and probably more embarrassing. ”Hi Jethro...” Caleb trailed off again. Had he made a mistake calling him Jethro? He had introduced himself as Jet; maybe he didn’t like his full name anymore.

”My, uh, my name’s Caleb... Caleb Foster...” He wasn’t sure if Jet would put two and two together with the surname. There was probably a million Foster’s in the world, and he may have never even known he had a little brother at home. From his mom’s drunken rants, Caleb had gathered his brother was never really around for all the time he was living at the family home. ”This sounds preposterous, and I get it if you don’t really care or want anything to do with me, but I think you’re my older brother Jethro...” Caleb wasn’t sure where the bout of confidence came from, or when he got the idea to throw the word preposterous into a sentence, but it was out in the open. His stomach flipped, his head felt light, and now instead of passing out Caleb wanted to throw up. As of yet there were no obvious signs of reaction to the new information. Caleb was mentally concluding that his brother was classifying him a basket case and about to call counter guy to call the cops or psych ward.

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