[hider=Fynn Laplace][b]Name:[/b] Fynn Laplace [b]Age:[/b] 31 [b]Appearance:[/b] Fynn reaches up to a not exactly imposing 5'9 and presents himself having a rather average, albeit slightly overweight frame. More than shoulder-long, blone and wavy hair and a quite large goatee surround a rather innocent looking face with thin lips and a mildly pointed nose. His skin is fair and clearly indicative of him spending much more time indoors than outdoors, so is the fact that he's anything but overly muscular. There's a long scar running alone his left shin, but that's probably simply because the latter had been seriously broken once. [b]Concept:[/b] Computer nerd capable of both compensating for his lack of physical exercise and boosting his authority against lazy users never changing their passwords by turning into an entirely different, demonic beast. [b]Powers/skills:[/b] Fynn has grown up surrounded by people making their money with electronics, but today however electronics more often than not also involve software. Software is what he knows pretty well indeed and far beyond fixing somebody's Microsoft Word templates. Give him some proper equipment and he might try and work around matters of security or encryption the group's suspects might throw at them. He, after all, has also learned a knack about manipulating modern technology by means of magic from his family, and happens to be infused with demonic magic since birth. Still there are the good old methods of just blasting through a locked door and he's got something for that, too. He can decide to let go of his inner discipline and let his inherent instability rage freely, pushing him away from being an ordinary human in a bodily manner as well. He then becomes a beast that's of the same height, but certainly in an entirely different class in terms of raw strength, durability and weight. He's then much more suited to those occasions when talking and silent intrusion just don't cut it, but also much more prone to engage in acts of violence he might regret later on or which are flat-out overdoing it. And it's not like there'd be that simple off switch he or anyone else can just push, just like he can't commit to this modus operandi in an instant. Psychological pressure and other means of stress certainly help a lot with that, though. [b]Quirks:[/b] He really hates guns, not so much because of their purpose but because they're just awfully loud. Also, as long as he is his human self, he can safely be considered a bit of a coward. And a coffee addict... [b]Background:[/b] [i]Electhereal Semiconductor's Corp.[/i] is a small fish in the lake of Silicon Valley, but being one of the more successful ones it has proven to be a steadily growing pond of money for Kaylen's parents to swim in. They are a duo of people who have just found other sharing the same interests and approach to life in general, a pair of scientifically aligned graduates who gives the world what it craves for: highly integrated circuits that consume ever less power when doing ever more stuff in gadgets only capitalism can invent. What they don't do however is tell the same world the truth about 'conventional science' not having been advanced enough for setting up such a magnificent little factory, hence the name 'Electhereal'. It is basically a broad, mocking hint which they perfectly know the vast majority of their customers will happily mistake for yet another strange marketing effort. Kaylen was pretty much 'doomed' to take over the family business one day, though neither was such a plan against his own interest at any point nor had he much of an issue with the tremendous amount of effort that would require. However even an enrollment at Caltech couldn't protect him from the... more mundane desires... one might occasionally stumble upon in life. Agreed, Rebecca just [i]was[/i] a very attractive girl. Up to this day, Kaylen's parents accuse themselves of not having seen the obvious red flags earlier, but then it took only a single night in a shared bed to make it happen. Fynn was born -- and his mother was a succubus. There would have been plenty of ways to dispose of him, if not for Kaylen himself then for his rich parents who would certainly have had the means necessary to bribe their way through the official part of law enforcement. But why should they have done this? Their whole income was partly based on the unique properties of the supernatural, so while they certainly scolded Kaylen for his escapade, they also sort of accepted the living outcome. Like said... sort of. He was the unexpected child, the unstable element to be more closely monitored. It was a delicate balance between 'since none of our business partners and most of our friends don't believe in the supernatural anyway, they'll never interpret his occasional oddity correctly' and 'there are those who will know what he truly is in an instant, and they could have the means to transform that kind of information into a scandal even the non-believers will happily exploit'. Things have not always been easy, but it would be wrong to say he wasn't loved. With that kind of conflict in mind, the Sunday group was just the perfect job offering. Fynn saw it as an opportunity for joining an environment where the paranormal was the norm and where he could put himself to good use while also earning honest money. His environment saw it as an opportunity to defuse the whole situation a bit by putting him in a place where he can be much more what he really is and not always has to pretend to be your ordinary human. The question is of course whether the Sunday Group will see it the same way in the future. [b]Things your character wants to happen (probably won't):[/b][list][*]Not being considered the complete nerd and boring indoor person he quite probably actually is.[*]His other self wants to go completely crazy in the open. Think about all those panicking newspapers and breaking news about a demon roaming freely![/list] [b]Things you as a writer want to happen (maybe will):[/b][list][*]Some serious action[*]Intrigue[*]Not opposed to spontaneous comedy either here and there[/list] [b]Writing sample:[/b] Does the sheet itself count as a writing sample, too ? :) [u][b]Opions on other members of the Sunday group:[/b][/u] [b]Eleanor Tregellan:[/b] What am I to say ? She's my boss, and 'boss' is a role I have never found myself in yet. I can only guess that sometimes being a bit abrupt and very straight to the point is part of the job, though I'd not be opposed to that kind of behavior in general. Also I don't know what kind of stupid as fuck office bullshit from higher up she's actually keeping away from us instead of burdening us with, but if the Sunday Group works like other large companies I guess it's a lot. So I respect her unless for some reason she'd start disrespecting me which I can't see happening in any near future. [b]Primrose Chastain:[/b] I don't like her kind of magic to be honest, but even without it I think the only way to socially stop her is to make her run out of little fingers she can twist people around. A very useful property if used right, like hacking just in the social instead of the electronic domain, but I certainly don't want to fall victim to it. Displaying one's wealth as openly as she does is not my style, but who am I to accuse others of having such a background ? All in all I don't see why we shouldn't be able to come along fine together on a daily basis. [b]Jaelle Codona:[/b] What people seem to forget is that your actual knowledge about technology is not the entire deal, but it's also very much about your general approach to it. That's where so many people fail utterly and she excels at: Don't just use your device superficially and complain to your system administrator -- me! -- when it's suddenly broken due to a layer 8 problem, but try to learn stuff yourself and be on the move! It's saddening she can't hold a soldering iron for herself, otherwise I'd happily lock ourselves up in a room for a few nights just to create something weird and awesome. [b]Malcador Ravenwood:[/b] I can't deny the mild feeling that there's something that makes us two very similar in a way, yet at the same time I also can't work around the fact that my shoes keep slipping on the trail on slime that man leaves behind just by making himself seen. Why did Mr. Perfect have to join the Sunday Group instead of becoming a model in the fashion industry or the like ? Ah right, he's a mage, and a very talented on top of that. Guess that qualifies. And for the rest... I'd be pretty screwed if it ever came out that my virtual reality goggles have been modified to display him as a fat ogre! [b]Alyx Bellamy:[/b] I have not yet dared to ask her whether we should to a competition between her and our office printer about who can reproduce a painting more accurately, but I wouldn't entirely rule out her actually winning and it's that kind of love for detail and discipline I like. I'm sure the others would like such a competition happening, too, because while she's busy drawing the lifetime of our auditory senses gets extended by the same amount. I just can't stand that infinite stream of words and fear the day she'll walk into my office because she's got an issue with her laptop! [/hider]