you.

Name: Yo, yo, yo. They call me Le to the Anne.
Age: Rocking the one-seven, don't hate.
How'd you find us?: This chick called Tera hit me up. You know, she pointed a gun at my head and I was like, "Okay, yeah. I'll join your roleplaying site." It was gangster.
Experience: Why do you care? I could say a day and still be better than you.

the character.

Name: They call me Marcus Finnigan. Hell no, don't ask if I'm Irish. I'm black, not some lame red headed guy from potato country.
Nicknames: Call me anything but Marcus and I'll beat your ass. I'm not into that 'nickname' thing. Just ain't my scene.
Grade:: JUNIOR Well, if I was smart like my buddy Travis, I'd be hitting up eleventh grade. But, I'm not. Who likes to study anyways. I'm a second time sophmore, so those other sophmores better watch their backs.
Gender: I resemble Adam more than Eve. If you are a good looking chick, I'll let you check out my God given gift for free.
Age: Somewhere around the age of sixteen years, four months and two days... but who is counting?
Parents:
James Marshall Finnigan II - 50 - Politican
Nadine Rachelle Finnigan - 45 - Campaign Manager // Politican's Wife
Siblings:
James Marshall Finnigan III - 7 - 1st grade student
Originated From: ATL fo' sho'. Rocking my homestate of Georgia harder than anyone else.
Wealth: I wouldn't say that I'm pissing out money, but I'm pretty well off. You know how I do.
History: Experts from A Politican's Life: The Story of James Finnigan II

Chapter One: A Modest Start
James Marshall Finnigan II was born to Donnell and Rita Finnigan on September 17. His mother is quoted to say that the day she laid eyes on him, she knew he was going to become big. That's what all mothers say, but this mother was prepared to do everything she could for her child. First off, Rita took up a second job working as a house cleaner on top of her full time job of being a pre-school teacher. His father, Donnell, died during war and Rita was left to care for herself and the young politican by herself. She worked hard, and Finnigan has been quoted as saying that she is the reason he has become who he is today. She moved into a smaller house so that she could pay the tuition for the private school that she sent her son. By the time that he reached his eighth birthday, he was saying that he was going to be President by the time he grew up. The young boy had dreams but growing up in Georgia wasn't easy. Constantly teased and ridiculed just for the color of his skin by the white students at his school, he dropped out of the private school when he was sixteen. His mother wouldn't allow this budding politician to quit school, however, and he ended up in a public school. One of the best moves he made, Finnigan will tell you, is dropping out of the private school. He started to come across issues when he was in public school that he didn't see in private school. Sure, he knew about racism, but he had never seen poverty so close and in his face. It wasn't as if the young man was rich, but he wasn't as poor as some of his classmates and he was determined to put a stop to poverty.

Chapter Two: The Woman Destined to Become His Wife
Nadine Collins was one of the many in James's highschool that faced extreme poverty. She was a freshman when he was a senior, and James could tell she was something special. "There was something about her that I just couldn't put my finger on," he told the press at his wedding. "But I knew that she was going to be my one." Nadine was born to Adam and Everly Collins who were both unfortunantly people of the street. She had a rough life, bouncing from uncles and aunts as Adam and Ev tried to find a place in life where they fit in. While they were trying to fit in so much, they forgot about Nadine and consequently Nadine forgot about them. Raised by her Aunt Cathy, she had a good life until she was eleven when Adam and Ev came to claim her. Cathy had no good reason why she should keep her, so Nadine was back to the streets. Once she was in eighth grade, Adam and Ev were desperate. They convinced the malable Nadine to become an exotic dancer at a club that didn't care about ages. As a freshman, she was discovered by then-senior James who made it a goal in his life to free her of the pole and get her a good life.

Chapter Three: I want to start a family
Married for only three years, Nadine already had big goals for the Finnigan family. She wanted at least five kids, trying to make up for the lack of love she felt as a child. It started out alright, a baby boy came when Nadine was 29. They named him Marcus after James's father. They didn't want to name him Donnell because they felt the name was cursed, so they used the middle name of the patron of the Finnigan family. According to the parents, Marcus was a very easy child. He rarely cried and just wanted to be held. He grew close to music when Nadine discovered her love for singing nursery rhymes to her son at night. Around this time, James started to make a name for himself in politics. It started with a few city elections, becoming a part of the city council and generally being well liked. He put having more children off, which Nadine got upset about. They hit a rough spot in their marriage, and Marcus suffered because of it.

Chapter Four: 'Get out of Here'
Those four words haunted James through out this area of his life. They came first when Nadine kicked him out of the house. Marcus was five, and James had been carrying on an affair with a maid for a year or so. Nadine knew about it but she decided that silence was the best weapon until one day when James took it to far. He up and said that he wanted a child with the maid, wanting her looks to be part of his offspring. Nadine flipped, and Marcus heard all of it. It's part of the reason that Marcus resents his dad. It's in his subconcious, even if he can't put his finger to it. It was the way James had laughed at Nadine's anger like she was a silly girl, and Marcus swore to himself as an innocent five year old that he would never treat a girl like that. The next time those words were muttered were a few years later when Marcus was seven. James had just learned that he had won the election for Mayor in Atlanta. Nadine whispered the four words into the phone when she found out, and prompted to call her husband who was still in his apartment after getting kicked out two years earlier. The couple was so estatic that they proceeded to get back together. They wanted to look good for the sake of his career. Nadine constantly reminded James about his cheating, and although they had smiles plastered on to their faces when they left the house, inside it was a different story.

Chapter Five: The Trying Times
The first year of office went flawless. It was around the time that Marcus was nine and Nadine was pregnant again, to her delight, that everything went down hill. Everyone at Marcus's school started to make fun of him. His dad, not learning his lesson from going to private schools himself, sent him to his old school thinking it would have changed. Well, it didn't. The kids were horrible to Marcus and he would rather stay home than go to school, which started his trouble in school. On the days he would stay home and work with a tutor, he had time off to discover new things. He tried out dancing when he was ten, about the same time that a brick got thrown through their windows. Marcus had only heard about this in Remember the Titans but there was the brick and there was the broken glass. A note was tied to it saying that Nadine was a tramp and that the child wasn't even James's. James refused to believe it and Nadine refused to comment about it to James other than to say 'if it's not your baby, it's only to get you back.' Then, the city changed on him. No one would stand behind James on any of his stances anymore. Somehow, a cheating wife was enough distraction for the city to start to hate their mayor. There were constant picketing outside of their house, and Marcus had to be homeschooled constantly. It was hard for James to get anything done with no one backing him, but he pulled through. He somehow managed to get his council to think it was their idea when he suggested a law and got them passed. When it came to re-election, he was laughed out of town. Marcus, through these times, turned his attention to dancing. He was thirteen when his dad was done with his four years and he had learned many moves just by watching tv. He could flip and freestyle to a beat, but he had the urge to learn more. When his dad decided to relocate to Flax, Marcus was completely bummed. There was a vibe in Atlanta that he liked, it helped with his dancing. What was he going to do if Flax?

Chapter Six: Flax, the early years
When they relocated to Flax, Marcus felt like a fish out of water. He was a thirteen year old from a large city and suddenly he was condenced to this town? He wasn't feeling it. James got back into politics, trying to force it on his older son and almost mindwash his younger son, James II, into getting into politics. James II was four, and Marcus had a soft spot for his brother. He found out that music made James II happiest, and when he got a chance he would bang on the counter or anything to make a beat. Between making beats and his dancing, he was dealing with Flax well. He hadn't made any friends, but he hadn't tried either. Marcus was set on moving back to Atlanta. He might not have had any friends in his prep school back there, but he knew the city. So, through his eighth grade year, he begged and pleaded to go back to Atlanta. Nadine sat him down on many occasions while campaiging for city councilman for her husband to explain the reasoning behind the move. "It's good for your dad's carreer." "The south just didn't get him."

Chapter Seven: Dance Isn't Just a Hobby
Marcus was in his freshman year history class when he met Travis, his soon to be best friend. He finally found someone with passions similar to his. Marcus had a friend. When his dad actually thought about moving back to Atlanta, thinking the city might have forgotten about his history, Marcus actually asked to stay in Flax. Now, he was attending school and had friends. Not only that, but he was getting really good at dancing. He turned his bedroom into a danceroom, getting hardwood floors to practice. Suddenly, schoolwork meant nothing to him. He would put homework off until last day of the term just so he could get a dance move down and mix a beat that went exactly with his move. His father was going crazy, and then the worst happened. When Marcus was supposed to be going into his Junior year, he was held back. His father flipped, claiming bad influences were all around him. He refused to let Marcus go to any dance competitions or hang out with his friends until he got his grades up. So, this year, he's an underground dancer and actually trying in school. He doesn't want to lose his favorite thing, and unfortunantly, he actually wants to make his father proud.

looks.

You can use these or post in paragraph form.
Eyes: They are the color of rainbows. Brown, obviously. God, what a stupid question.
Hair: Black.
Clothing Style(s): I like them hoodies. You know, the ones that are made by Jay Z, or whatever his brand is called. PDiddles has good clothes too, nothing like Jay Z, but I'll wear them sometimes. The baggier, the better. That's my motto. I don't want my goods all tight, ya know? I want loose and free. It's just the way to be. Jeans are the pant of choice unless I have to go to one of Dad's stupid conventions. Really, I'm not the one running for office so why do I have to wear stupid ass suits?
Height: 5'10
Weight: I'm buff and everyone knows that muscle weighs more than fat. Now, I'm not one for scales but if I had to guess I would say 185. I'm not real skinny like my man Travis, but I ain't no whale either. I'm right in the middle. Holler.
Other: If I had things my way, I'd be rocking a tattoo of my initials. Maybe a snake, you know. But no, dad says tattoos are the worst thing for a politican to have. He still thinks I'm going to 'follow his footsteps' or 'lead the country' or some dumb ass shit like that. But, while I'm under his roof, I've gotta go by his rules. So no ink or piercings, yet.
Picture:

I know... damn, I'm fine as hell.
Played By: Columbus Short.
Anything Else: Paragraphs ain't my thing, yo. Listen, if you really are going to bug that I didn't copy and paste those little blurbs down here then you be trippin'. Whatever is up there is what you're going to get. Deal with it.

everything else.

Personality:
How to describe Marcus Finnigan isn't easy. The boy changes his personality from day to day. It all depends on who he is with, and how he is feeling that day. So, I'm going to break it down into different groups and how he acts, mmmkay?

The Crew
Around his friends, Marcus is at his best. He lets everything hang loose, besides his soft side. He can be the funny guy or the take charge guy. No matter what, Marcus just wants to have a good time. Around his crew, he is known for making jokes that only the wreck crew would get. His humour isn't appreciated else where, but he can open up to his best friends. He tries to act tough, but generally he is a really nice guy. Marcus hates bringing others down because he was used to being brough down from his private school in Atlanta. He tries to subtly tell everyone in the crew that they mean something special to him, but if he said it out right he'd be viewed as a softy. He has a big heart and if you mess with his crew, he'll mess with you. And that is a promise.

The Ladies
Marcus is a complete softy around girls. He tries to be the person that everyone things as a one night stand man, but he's not. Marcus is a complete hopeless romantic. On his first date, he whips out flowers and chocolates. Second date, a picnic on a beach. He never expects the girls to pay for anything, because gentlemen, he was brought up to believe, take care of everything. He likes to treat ladies with the utmost respect, even if that's not how he acts when he's with other people. Girls are to be treated like they were princesses because they are the people who are going to create the next generation, and he doesn't want the next generation to be as messed up as his. So when he is around girls, he is on his best behavior. He rarely swears, he wears nice clothes, and he treats them like royalty. Don't tell his crew, however, because he likes to keep this side to himself.

Family
Mom and Dad
Nadine and James demand the utmost respect, and around others, that is what Marcus gives them. When they are out and about, Marcus tries to be on his best behavior. He never talks back to his parents and he uses manners. But, that's only on the outside. Take a trip inside the Finnigan household and it is a different story. Marcus can't stand how fake his parents are. He refuses to listen to their stupid rules, choosing to rebel instead. They say be home by midnight, Marcus will make plans that won't bring him home at all. His parents don't know what they did wrong, but Marcus hates the fact that they cheated and neither one of them will admit they were wrong. So, he plans on being the worst kid to punish them. Nadine and James rarely ever punish Marcus, however, fearing that he will not only rebel in private but in public, too. So, Marcus can get away with whatever he wants unless it's going to put a black mark on James's political career, and Marcus takes this as far as he can.

James Marshall Finnigan III
The realationship between brothers cannot be described because it doesn't fit into any category. Marcus is on what is describe as his 'best behavior' around his little brother. He views himself as a role model to the little brat and wants to make sure that James turns out like him and not like his father. He takes James under his wing, bringing him to his dance competitions to show him what he can do and what he brings to the family. His parents have a tight reign on their little boy, however, and Marcus usually has to lie to be able to bring him anywhere. They are close despite their nine year age difference and Marcus is trying to make sure that James ends up the perfect little kid. If this involves him cracking open a book and pretending to study just so James thinks it's cool, that's what he is prepared to do.

Strangers
This is the group that Marcus puts on his front for. He doesn't want anyone that he doesn't know to think he is one to be pushed around. He acts rough and tumble, immitating the guys he sees on television. Of course, this is a complete act because he was raised as a politician's son and not a street runner. However, he puts on a good front, and keeps strangers at arms length. 'Never let them see you sweat' is his personal motto that he lives by because he tries to make everything seem like it comes easy when he's around people he doesn't know. Afterall, he wants to be respected and not looked down upon. If there is anything Marcus wants from strangers it would be respect.

Desired Clique: Gangsters. Maybe Pimps. Guys who get the sluts? I don't really care as long as I'm not in something lame like 'jocks' or 'wanderers'. Seriously, just because I'm black and I dance doesn't mean I'm a jock. And I know my place in the world so I ain't no wanderer, either. (P.S; I handled this one myself)
Likes: What do I like? I like girls, women, ma's, chicks, anything that can give me sex. Nah, that sounds like I would do dudes. Anything that doesn't have a penis and resembles a girl is what I like. I like hoodies, cause they make me look gangster and I am pure gangsta'. Baggy jeans that show my boxers because I can slip out of them and be like 'bam' with a girl. You know how I do. I like my dance crew, we're homies until the end. No lie. Rap. Seriously, rap is my life. I live, breath, and die rap. If that music style ever faded I don't know what I would do with myself. Mixing beats is a past time. Not like those white 'dee jays' or whatever them white folks call them. I'm a producer. I make some beats for our dances, they are mad ill. The north since there is no like ill racial feelings. The south still thinks we are in the Civil War. It's mad whack. I like white girls because they are mad easy. All you have to do is go 'baby, I love you' and it's like a mad rush for sex. It's completely whack but at the same time awesome. I like fried foods, they just taste better with a little greese on them. You know? Like chicken, hella boring but you fry it up a little bit, put some greese on it and suddenly it's heaven. Thank you Burger King for bringing me some fried chicken whenever I want it. If you think this is all I like, you be trippin'. I'm more deep than a list, but I'm trying to give you a little somethin' somethin' to hold you over. Oh, and my numbero uno love: dance. Not that fake ass ballerina shit, I'm a breakdancer. I compete and win, you know. It's what I do. I do a little step out step in, bam on my head. Understand, ma? I know you do.
Dislikes: Those little guys that think they are the shit because they are labeled 'jock'. That doesn't mean anything in the real world. You go out there and be all, 'damn I'm a jock' and you'll get laughed at. Try it, I dare you. The uptight girls that are the supremes. Here is the thing ladies, you have the equitment I need to make me some mini Marcus's. Use it. I want like a thousand kids to be running around that look like me by the time I die. You don't want to get pregnant, it's called birth control. But don't be a prude, ma, show me what you are working with. White boys trying to rap. Stick to boy bands, and even the you guys didn't do it right. Compare Boyz II Men to your little NSync. That's what I thought. Anyways, back to my dislikes. Skinny chicks. That's not saying I like whales, but those girls you can see rib bones? Yuck. I hate cats. I don't know why, I just think the feline creatures are weird and whack. And birds. Especially those damn parrots who repeat everything back. It's like 'damn, parrot, I just said that. Can you wait a minute until you repeat back my brillance?' You know? And this goes without saying, but Vanilla Ice. First off, dude, you can't rap. And then you STEAL a beat? I know this happened like a century ago, but it's fresh in my mind. It's dudes like you who make me hate white rappers.
Dorm Situation: Marcus lives at home because his parents fear that living at school will turn into some drug addict. At home, his room is unbelievably neat thanks to a dozen or so housekeepers. The parents don't want a magazine to come do an interview with James and have rooms messy. Marcus keeps his room up himself because he doesn't want to be percieved as a 'bratty son of a politician'.
Flaws: Not from Marcus's point of view because the boy thinks he was God's gift to man kind
Egotistical: 'I'm the shit, man' are words that Marcus lives by. He thinks he is the greatest in anything that he attempts to be good at. If he even feels there is competition, he'll find a way to bring them down. This could entail just trying new dance moves until he gets it right or actually trying to bring down his competition. He hates being second at anything and he'll do whatever he can to be the best. Even if he is second, he won't admit it. Marcus doesn't accpet anything but number one in any aspect of his life. This might not be so bad but he brags about it all the time. He talks about himself more than famous people do in interviews. It's always about this new dance move he has or a new beat he made. He just loves himself.

Lacks Motivation for School: The boy doesn't understand that he is not going to always be able to dance. He thinks that dancing is going to be his career, so he never focuses on school. He would be failing if it wasn't from the help of the many tutors his parents force him to go to. It's the one aspect of his life that his parents have some control of because they don't want him to be a sophmore forever. Two years was enough for them, but Marcus doesn't care. Eventually, he knows, the school is going to get sick of him and pass him despite his grades. However, for now, dancing is all that matters to him. Of course, when all his friends graduate and he is still cruising sophmore year, he'll realize that school might actually be important.

Tunnel Vision: Only Marcus's opinion matters, and it doesn't matter what subject he is arguing. He never changes his opinion either in fear that it will make him seem like he is a flip flopper or wasn't sure about what he was backing up in the beginning. For Marcus the expression 'It's my way or the highway' really describes his opinions. He is deadset on the 'I'm right, that's the end of it' ending of an arguement.

Many Personalities: No, he's not schizophrenic but depending on who he is with is what he acts like. There is not a single group that he allows his whole self to be seen except maybe when he is around his brother. But, even then, he fakes things. He doesn't want anyone to get the benefit of knowing him so completely that they can diss him. This way, he saves a part of him no matter who he is with. This way, if someone doesn't like him, he can blame something other than himself. It's his protection, his shell.

Extra:
Fears: If my leg ever got injured, man, I'd freak. Or my hands. Those are my two biggest fears. Not that I'm a chick or anything. I'm not scared of getting hurt, don't get it twisted, but what would I do if it happened? Dancing is my life, man, and I would die without it. It's like peanut without the butter. None of that lame peanut butter without jelly because I totally don't even like jelly. You hear me? But, who likes plain old peanuts? No one. That would be me without dance. I need my hands and my feet to move like I do. On top of that, you can't mix beats with out your hands. I guess I could use my nose or some whack ass thing like that, but it wouldn't work that well.

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