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Nethaniel Finch
Cibopath sociopath; Love, I'd never hurt you~
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by CrashQueen, as played by RolePlayGateway
Personality
Typical sociopath behavior, I suppose.
He is also prone to mood swings.
Equipment
Oh, and he can't die. Suffer horrible pain that SHOULD kill him, but never actually die. Just a little ability he picked up from Katja dearest.
So begins...
Nethaniel Finch's Story
The bell chimed as the young man stepped into the bar, bundled up in a scarf and black peacoat and gloves. He made a beeline for the fireplace, bypassing whoever may have been in the bar at the time, and sat down. He tossed off the scarf and coat, draping them on a stool facing the hearth to dry them out. It was flurrying outside.
Finch's eyes were immediately drawn to the spilled blood and flesh on the floor and was reminded vaguely of a stew he'd made a few weeks ago, the leftovers of which were sitting still frozen in his icebox. "Hmmm."
He ordered a hot cocoa with peppermint Schnapps with a quick wave of the hand and a charming glance at a barmaid before finally looking at Maelik from the corners of his eyes. "And to what purpose is this mess you've made?" he asked cooly.
How presumptuous of a mere mortal.
He ordered a hot cocoa with peppermint Schnapps with a quick wave of the hand and a charming glance at a barmaid before finally looking at Maelik from the corners of his eyes. "And to what purpose is this mess you've made?" he asked cooly.
How presumptuous of a mere mortal.
"Interesting...A force for? The government waging another pointless war again? You'd think they'd learn..." His cocoa arrived and he sipped it and winced. Ack. Flashes of cocoa farms, slaves picking the beans, bloody fingers. Grain being harvested, countless field mice being hacked to bits by combines...He shook his head and grunted. After all of the alcohol he imbibed, you'd think he'd get used to it.
"I think I heard about that. Treaties and stuff. I've browsed through a few demonic texts in my time." Finch smirked. "Assuming you are a demon, yes? I figured the horns and the bones and the rune carving..." He perked at the sound of wheels and glanced at Tristan. Now that could be a history worth learning...
Nethaniel Finch was just waiting for other people to enter. Apparently he's so repugnant even demons want to get away from him. Hahaha.
"They just stepped out, I think." He replied, sipping his cocoa, after the first taste, the psychic sensations dulled out considerably. Just the churn of combines echoed in his head. "If they didn't poof or whatever it is vampires do, you can probably still catch them if you run." He smiled at Maria.
He stood up and gestured to the blood and gore on the floor. "I imagine they left because of that mess back there." He chuckled as Roy took a spill before clicking his tongue. "Tut tut, they really should put caution signs around here. Almost tumbled into those discarded intestines..."
Nethaniel Finch yawned as he pushed his way into the bar, closing the door behind him as a swirl of snow slipped its way through the cracks. He shivered as he settled down at the the bar and placed some cash on the countertop. "Make that two teas, thank you" he asked of the bartender.
Finch watched the sleepy bar slowly buzz to life with a small amused grin on his face, relishing the burgeoning drama. Tea seemed like a safe bet today, since tea wasn't harvested quite as haphazardly. However, he hadn't counted on the tea in Gambits coming from some wild, unknown source, and the first sip of the tea sent his brain into a frenzy. He blinked several times, nearly sputtering on the tea. "What IS this?" He asked, sounding maybe a tad too rude, though he was more in shock.
"Oh no, it's good. I just needed clarification." Finch coughed and rubbed his head, the first flashes fading away to just subtle scents and colors as he continued to drink. As an afterthought, he pulled a kerchief from a coat pocket and wiped up the flecks of spewed tea. He'd already downed half the cup before Liesha caught on, and shot a grin at the witch before swallowing the mouthful. "I have eaten much worse...."
"That sounds fun for the novelty of it." Finch nodded and continued to drink the Dja vine. Fortunately, one of the side effects of his particular breed of cibopathy was an unusually ironclad stomach. He perked at the twins' entrance before shrugging and going back to his tea.
"The good ol' days at University," Finch reminisced as he finished the last of the tea, a strangely calm expression his face as the psychic footprint of the vine lingered on his mind's eye. He watched the exchange between the fangless vampire and the witch before pulling out his phone and tinkering with it, listening to the Montesque boys complain a little more.
"What a pair of spoiled brats." Finch commented idly, flipping his phone shut. He must've been in an odd mood to make an attempt at provocation.
Nethaniel Finch shrugged and turned in the barstool, casting his full attention on the twins and their goons. He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward. He'd tasted millionaire before, and the feeling it ignited in his brain made him feel, for a short time, just as rich.
"I assure you, your attempts to infuriate me are quite futile." He replied, still leaned forward with a cute grin. Indeed, he was very feminine, though today he'd left the heels at home in favor of boots that could deal with the ice and the snow. Plus, he knew he was twice as hot shit as both Edmund and Almario combined. He just waited for one of them to get closer, within biting range. A nip and run seemed like his self-proclaimed order of the day.
Finch sat back and crossed his legs in mimicry of the twins. "Stellar pair your two are. Buttfuck each other behind daddy's back?" Or rather, that was all he could get out before shots were fired. He blinked and shrugged before holding up some cash to the nearest bartender. "Coffee please, black." He ordered calmy, as if there weren't a bruhaha three feet away from him.
"I take your silence to mean 'oh yes sir, of course sir'. Don't worry. I don't judge. We all have our sick kicks, be it incest orrrrr preparing a fine stew out of your ex-girlfriend." He sipped his coffee and coughed. Instant brew always had a muddy sort of feel to it, and gave him the feeling he was sinking in it. Oh wait. That was the slime that now covered the floor just below where he was perched on his barstool.
Finch chuckled at Almario's insult. "You'd be surprised at how many women actually like that sort of thing." He slid off the stool, squishing in the slime. Thank goodness his boots were massively waterproof. "As fun as it is to be barraged by your pathetic attempts at hurting my feelings, I must be going. Things to do, people to see, you know...."
Perhaps, most infuriatingly, he blew a little kiss at Almario as he headed out the door. Oh my.
Perhaps, most infuriatingly, he blew a little kiss at Almario as he headed out the door. Oh my.
Finch was already there, curled up in a chair with his coat over his knees. He'd spent his night out, and it found him back in Gambits, which only a smattering of blood on his hands. He blinked sleepily as he came to and looked at the girl in the chair next to him. "...Oh, hello."
Finch lifted a finger to his lips and gave the dried blood a lick. Maybe he could figure out just where he was and what happened last night. Hmmmm...blonde hair, green eyes. Kate...Kate Burroughs. Avid gossip queen and art enthusiast...Bisexual...Strangled to death. Ah! So that's what (and who) he did. Shame, she did have something going for her in the art enthusiast department. Those people were so RARE these days...
Finch glanced over as the side door opened, and thus a gust of cool air ripped through the bar. He pulled his coat further over his legs, and wiped the remaining blood off of his hands on the lining of it. He called to the person holding the door open, "Well, come on in. You're letting in a draft. It's pretty calm in here...for now."
Finch got himself up and pulled his coat back on and smoothed fingers through his dark blonde hair, watching Katja fumble about the bar, to the bathroom and back. His curiosity was piqued indeed, and in a predatory sort of move, searched around for bare, exposed skin that he could sink his teeth into. He wasn't in the mood to kill today, but he still couldn't resist learning more in his own...unique little way.
He nodded to Katja as she sat down, flashing a gentle smile. "Lost?"
He nodded to Katja as she sat down, flashing a gentle smile. "Lost?"
"Mind if I sit?" he asked before pulling out a chair at the table Katja was seated at and popping himself down before she could protest. His smile never left his lips. "You're in Gambit's bar, nestled somewhere within the confines of Wing City. Unfortunately, that is all I have for you, as I'm still rather new to the area."
Considering he fled from the city he hailed from, being very very wanted for homicide as it were.
His voice was strangely soothing, with a hint of an English accent slipping through. Darby Conley, British tourist. Made quite an excellent pâté over toast...an hors d'oeuvres for the century.
Considering he fled from the city he hailed from, being very very wanted for homicide as it were.
His voice was strangely soothing, with a hint of an English accent slipping through. Darby Conley, British tourist. Made quite an excellent pâté over toast...an hors d'oeuvres for the century.
"Maxwell Greene, my dear." Finch replied smoothly. If she was looking for straight answers, the cibopath was NOT the man to be asking. He glanced off to the side at Marlene as she approached, his smile flickering momentarily as he assessed her uniform, assuming her to be some type of law enforcement. He had nothing to be worried about though, he was thorough in his methods, and only his name and age was known to the law. Hell, the only possible way anybody would be able to figure that he was a killer would be for another cibopath to take a bite of him. And considering there were only 3 other known of that type, the likelihood of his cover being blown was slim.
He raised an eyebrow at Marlene then, "Do you know this woman?"
He raised an eyebrow at Marlene then, "Do you know this woman?"
Finch shrugged as the two women began to engage one another and put up some money of his own, flagging down a barmaid as he did so. "Cup of tea, whatever you've got." Might as well warm up a bit. The fire was nice, but he couldn't shake this feeling of cold at his core. His hopes for learning more about Katja were dashed for now, as he had to play nice in the presence of a uniform. He looked around at the other patrons in the bar, all absorbed in their minidramas...though his mind and gaze was elsewhere, he listened in to Katja and Marlene.