Dean Finnigan

16

Male

Neutral

Dean’s personality is mostly a mishmash of all of his other sibling’s personalities. He inherited the sarcasm, the cynicism, and egotism of his brothers. He inherited his anger, his argumentativeness, and his temper from his sisters. He inherited his loyalty from his dogs. His entire persona is a very odd mix of clashing personalities. After his life seemed to have so heavily relied on his siblings, he seems to have modeled himself after their most abundant qualities. The unfortunate result is what his personality is. He enjoys mocking and insulting others, being sarcastic, and getting people mad at him.

Dean Finnigan was a small, impressionable child. The young boy was born into a family of three mutts, two sisters, one mother, and six brothers. The household was an unadulterated maelstrom of whirling porcelain, ripped drawings, and harsh words. The unfortunate family of children lost their father to a conduit, and their mother was seemingly too depressed and drunk to function. However, lucky enough, the family managed to get through, just barely. The three eldest brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had jobs, and were the appointed “heads” of the house. They managed to pull the family out of the rut by scrimping on the necessities of life; water, food, electricity. So, naturally, the youngest were hardly educated. As a child, Dean Finnigan was generally looked over as useless. He lacked strength or resolve, and seemed to hardly be able to do anything by himself. He even required help to make a meal. So, the boy mostly sat back while his brothers and sisters worked hard trying to survive. The unfortunate family lived in a small apartment, designed to hold a family of four, not twelve. A couple had to nap in sleeping bags on the floor, or in a repurposed kitchen cabinet. At the age of twelve, Dean Finnigan’s powers began to emerge. The first show of power he demonstrated was voice manipulation, imitating his sister after she tossed a box of tissues at him. He discovered he could mimic anyone’s voice and timbre perfectly, as long as he’d heard it before. He used it regularly, insulting his brothers or sisters using another voice, and watching a fight break out. It was how he managed to survive and entertain himself during the long years at the household. Soon after, audio manipulation emerged, discovered during a shouting match with his mother. His voice had practically shuddered the house, causing bits of plaster to crumble off the walls. It was after that that his brother’s didn’t seem to argue with him as much. As more and more time passed, he discovered his other various powers through other situations with his family. If fine china got thrown at him, he’d shudder it with an echo blast and send It flying off course. When his brother blew an air horn in his ear, he threw a Sonar Grenade and nearly made his brother permanently deaf. It went on like this for a long while.

As time passed on, his powers seemed to gradually begin becoming more unstable, rather than more controllable. With little proper training for his power and no time spent in Curdon Cay, It seemed, unlocking his abilities’ full potential was a mere pipe dream. Unfortunately, the state of the homestead seemed to also rapidly deteriorate as he aged. His mother seemed be in a horrible state, barely getting by. His older brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had left the house, looking to find business ventures to support the family. The two dogs had died, lowering the morale even more. The family seemed to be falling apart. As time passed, more kids began leaving, looking to find money on the country just like the older brothers. The rent was beginning to rear its ugly head. It didn’t take long before the apartment of twelve became an apartment of four; his two sisters, his mother, and Dean. The boy, disheartened, didn’t take too long to come to a decision. He, too, would leave the house, and return to support them. While not a smart choice in hindsight, Dean could hardly stand living there. The mere sight of it was unbearable.

So, the boy packed his bags, ready to abandon his old homestead. He left in the night, not stopping to exchange teary farewells or long goodbyes to his sisters or mother. On the way out, Dean Finnigan didn’t look back. He’d return soon.

Sound Manipulation

Sonic Boom – He discharges a loud, compressed explosion of sound by his feet, propelling him forward. It can be used in rapid succession, allowing him to scale walls, travel streets, and launch himself at high velocity.

Echo Blast - He dispels a powerful, focused shot of sound, allowing him to disorient or pain an opponent. The blast severely affects the subject’s eardrums, resulting in almost immediately damaging and nauseating an enemy that comes into contact with it. The shot doesn’t do much physical damage.

Sonar Grenade – He unleashes a tight, compact explosion of sound. The sound grenade can explode with force, and momentarily deaf anyone within radius of the powerful explosion. The effect tends to last from a thirty seconds to a minute, plenty of time for him to escape.

Sound Wave – He releases a wide, large spread of sound, in the shape of a wave. It has a long range, and is particularly useful when he's surrounded. It can disorient enemies within range. It can vibrate powerfully, able to practically dismantle cars.

Audio Manipulation – He can adjust the audio of his voice, ranging from a mere, tiny whisper, only possibly heard by one, or make his voice deafening, and heard across the city. In combat, by magnifying his voice by tenfold, he can near deafen enemies by shouting.

Voice Manipulation – He can adjust the timbre, pitch, and tone of his or others voice with ease. He can imitate any accent or voice perfectly. While not being very useful in combat, it’s useful in mundane activities. Since mocking people is a personal favorite past time of his, he uses it whenever he's feeling sour and he needs to let loose on someone.

Dean Finnigan is an excellent singer, due to ease of controlling and pitching voice. He tends to not use that particular talent, though.