connie shae finley

[connie shae finley]

NAME connie shae finley
NICKNAMES finley, finnie, red
AGE 18
BIRTHDAY may 15th
GENDER female
SEXUALITY heterosexual
ON TOUR WITH perfect match-up
AS THEIR bassist
LOOKS LIKE nataliya piro

LIKES
bass
her band
music in general
performing
acting
reading
poetry
shakespeare
theatre
musical theatre
dancing
guys who can dance
blue eyes
water
surfing
colourful tights
the outdoors
night time
thunderstorms
ireland
irish music
cats
DISLIKES
her freckles
wearing shoes
being bossed around
being underestimated
people who make fun of her accent
very introverted people
cocky people
people who put themselves down
bad music
too serious people
ignorance
selfish people
overly prissy girls
FEARS
she has an irrational fear of dark hallways
not being liked (relationship wise)
commitment
STRENGTHS confidence, smooth, charming, extremely spirited, courageous
WEAKNESSES a bit reckless, gets into trouble a lot, doesn't think before acting (impulsive), and *cough* men in kilts.
GOALS she really wants to be an actress, in addition to sticking it out with her band. also, finding the right guy, though she knows she's young and still has her whole life ahead of her. she just wants to live.
SECRETS she secretly hates her own accent, but she really likes irish accents on guys.
always wished she was shorter (she's 5'7)
PERSONALITY The first thing you will notice about Connie is her confidence. On stage and off, Connie is a very confident young woman. She had self doubt issues in the past, but she's gotten over that and replaced her doubts with being extremely comfortable with herself, and not letting anyone get her down. She's not at all afraid to walk up to someone and introduce herself, and she's always trying to get people to come and check out her band, even if it's to come watch them practice sometime. Needless to say, Connie's not a shy little girl. She's outgoing, friendly, and pretty flirty, actually. She doesn't do it intentionally, but she comes off as being very flirtatious when it comes to guys. Even ones that she considers a friend and nothing more, it's not uncommon for her to put an arm around them or hug them or anything like that. She's very comfortable with herself, and has a knack for making others comfortable with her as well.

Along with her confidence, Connie can be a little headstrong sometimes. She's always up for a good debate, though she has a hard time admitting when the other person has her beat. Likewise, she has difficulty admitting when she's wrong about anything. It's not to say that she always thinks she's right, or that she's overly cocky like that, but she has a hard time saying "I'm sorry, you're right". Instead, she'll usually say "Yeah, whatever," or something along those lines, and proceed to walk off. This being said, Connie's a bit of a hothead. It's true, what they say aobut redheads being fiery, and Connie is the perfect example. If you piss her off for whatever reason, just back away. She won't try to fight your anything, but she'll give you the glaring and verbal lashing of a lifetime.

Connie has a lot of spunk to her. She has a quirky sense of humour, that goes right past some people, but a lot of people find hilarious. She's often making fun of people, but in a friendly, teasing way, especially the people who make themselves easy targets for teasing. She can be a bit sarcastic at times as well, but she doesn't intentionally try to be mean to anyone, and does her best not to make sure people don't take what she says the wrong way. If you know her well, then you realize that she's kidding, but it may come off as being serious to some people.

Theatre has been a huge part of Connie's life for quite some time, so she's pretty dramatic. Not as in she talks about people behind their backs and steals people's boyfriends or anything, in that her gestures while talking are all very big and exaggerated. Especially on stage, Connie is performing. Stage presence doesn't quite cover it. Even though she's not the frontwoman, she has a very powerful aura about her when she's performing. Even while in conversation, her movements and vocal inflections are very big, to say the least. It's kind of funny, in a way, and though Connie is aware that she does it, she doesn't do it on purpose.

PARENTS Maureen and Donald Finley
SIBLINGS Shawn, 21
HOMETOWN Dublin, Ireland.
OTHER FIGURES Ian, her first boyfriend, 20.
HISTORY Connie was born as the second child to Maureen and Donald Finley. Their first child was a boy, whom they named Shawn, and then came Connie Shae. She was born with a full head of thick, red hair, and blue eyes like her father. She was always a friendly child, even when she couldn't speak yet, though as an infant, she was always demanding attention. She'd sometimes cry for no reason until someone came over and calmed her. It wasn't long before Connie was walking, talking, and singing. Even at such a young age, it seemed like she was destined to be on stage.

In elementary school, Connie seemed to enjoy being the center of attention. Not in an egotistical kind of way, she just always had something to say and didn't mind if people heard her. She soon became known as the class clown, though the teachers mostly found her amusing. Some of the stricter teachers, however, felt the need to use discinplinary action, and she was getting into trouble a lot during middle school, and even more-so in highschool. Connie's interest in music had started at a young age, and her parents often said that she sang more often than she talked. This wasn't to say that she was the greatest singer in the world, especially when she was so little, but she definitely showed some sort of musical talent.

When she was 10, Connie heard her father listening to a Jethro Tull album, in particular, the song Bouree. Connie was drawn to the sound of the bass guitar, even though the flute was the melody in the song. Determined, Connie saved up her allowance for over a year, and finally, by the time she was 12, she had saved up enough money to buy her first bass, a Fender mini-bass starter kit, which came complete with amp, strap, and gig bag. The bass served her well while she taught herself, and took a few lessons in the meantime. She played her bass, whom she named Dave, after the singer and guitarist of Flogging Molly, religiously until she was 15, and the neck of her prized instrument snapped while she was trying to spin it around herself like she saw so many rock-stars do on TV. She still had her first bass, but it has been put to rest, and is hanging on her bedroom wall currently. Soon after her first bass broke, Connie immediately started looking for a new one. After taking out a loan to pay for it, Connie found her perfect match. It was an Ibanez SR700, with a charcoal brown finish. Connie babied this instrument, and when she wasn't playing it, she was sitting in her room, tuning it, changing the strings, or just cleaning and polishing it. She got strap-locks this time, so in case she felt like spinning it around again, it was less likely to break.

When Connie was 16, her family moved to from Ireland to the united states. Connie wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of moving away from the home that she loved so much, but she was open to the idea of it. In highschool, she didn't have any problems making friends. People seemed to like her accent a lot, and guys thought she was attractive, with her bright red hair and long legs. It wasn't long before she met a boy named Ian, who held the typical "bad boy" image, but actually was a complete sweetheart. They dated for a while, but separated upon graduating. They promised that if they ever met up again in the future, then they'd catch up. Connie has still been hoping for that day, but it has yet to come.

Also in highschool, Connie came across a group of girls that shared her love for rock music, and happened to play instruments as well. They formed the band Perfect Match-Up, which seemed to fit them quite well, with Connie as their bassist. It wasn't long before the girls were touring, and one of the only few all-girl bands out there.

NAME June.
AGE 18
EXPERIENCE Several years.
OTHER CHARACTERS Sophie Gabriella Welsh.
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A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

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The scene begins, 3:35 P.M., Thursday. The weather is cloudy, and it will probably rain soon. Everything seems to be colourless today in the Memorial outside Michigan State Asylum. Everything, except a small glimpse of a bright red head of hair. A tall girl of nineteen years sits behind a tombstone, a needle in her right hand, and a bottle of black tattooing ink in front of her, tediously etching words into the skin on the underside of her left wrist: I love you, shine on. With years of practicing with a calligraphy pen, the font was elegant and flowy. Connie Finley dipped the needle into the ink well, dabbing the needle into her skin as she formed the letters, one small dot at a time. The pain didn't even bother her anymore. Nor did the blood. Tattoos covered her body. Small ones, mostly text, and only in the areas she could reach without the use of a mirror. Her left arm, in particular, had quite a few on it, as did both her legs. It was an expression. Maybe not normal, but Connie Finley wasn't exactly a normal girl. Most people expressed themselves by talking. Connie expressed herself with pens, pencils, needles on her skin, and knives carving words into trees or walls.

The "e" in "shine" was nearly formed. Connie leaned down, and brought her wrist close to her face, blowing on it softly to help the ink sink into her skin. She looked at her work for a moment, blinking her clear blue eyes, and then continued. She dipped the needle into the ink well, and started poking again, following the outline that she had laid out in a washable marker beforehand. It was easier than free-handing, if you had something to follow. It usually looked better in the long-run too. Connie had found that out the hard way. She had gone over the first couple tattoos, and made them look a lot more clean. They were still shaky, and the fonts weren't as nice, but at least they looked better than they had originally.

A small gust of wind blew, and a stray piece of bright ginger coloured hair fell into Connie's face. She brushed it back, careful to not nick her face with the needle in her hand. Connie blinked, concentrating hard on her letters. She was sure that tattoo parlour would love to hire her, and she'd probably get paid well for her work. She carried her portfolio around on her limbs, after all. But no, she couldn't deal with being that close to people. And physically harming people. Not without reason, at least. She didn't mind the pain, because she was in control of it. She couldn't inflict that kind of pain on others though, even if they were okay with it. Connie focused on forming the first letter of the word "on", the last word in the set of text. O's were surprisingly tricky, she had found out. It was hard to get them perfectly round, and have them fit in with the font that you were using previously. They had less character than the other letters, so it was harder to make them look unique. Connie had added a small tail on the inside of this one, to keep with the flowy style of the rest of the letters.

Blinking, Connie pursed her lips together tightly, as she finished up the final letter on the tattoo. She let out a sigh, admiring her work. The entire time it took to complete the tattoo, she had one thing on her mind. The one person who these words represented, whose name she found it so hard to say, or even think nowadays. The one person who truly cared about her, and understood her, who she couldn't even let comfort her when she needed him the most. The one person who still wrote her letters up until this day, which she responded to by sending poems and drawings. Connie closed her eyes, still holding her wrist in front of her, as she moved her mouth, trying her hardest to form the words, but no sounds coming out of her mouth, as a small droplet of rain hit her in the forehead.

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