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Murphy Finnigan

"Yes, I'm always like this. Isn't it great?"

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a character in “We Solemnly Swear...”, originally authored by mjolnir, as played by RolePlayGateway

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xxxM U R P H Y x F I N N I G A N
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"Listen, I'm not weird... You're just boring."
- murphy finnigan




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n i c k n a m e s x // x murph, xlocks, xmurphy's law

a g e x // xeighteen

g e n d e r x // xmale

s e x u a l i t y x // xpansexual

b i r t h d a y x // xaugust 3rd

p a r e n t s x // xseamus & regina finnigan

b l o o d x // xhalf-blood, muggle mother






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5' 8"

w e i g h t x // x175 lbs

h a i r x // xPMurphy has raven black hair that reaches down to the tops of his shoulders. It has a natural curl to it, and depending on how unruly or tame he makes it, his hair can be nearly afro like or only have a soft wave. His facial hair is varying dependent on whether he wants to wake up early enough to shave or not. Usually he'll be clean shaved, but more often than not he has a scruffy 5 o'clock shadow.

e y e s x // xHe has brown eyes that are nearly as dark as his hair. Although they are dark, they are warm and friendly. In the right light, it is even said that can take on a greenish or golden tint.

o d d i t i e s x // xMurphy has a fair bit of scars on him from his own clumsiness, like his father. Everything that can go wrong will with him, and his body is just a walking tally sheet of proof. He also has reading glasses but he only wears them in class or in the off chance he is doing homework.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xMurphy tends to be a contradiction in itself. He has a strong muscular figure, with an angular jaw and pronounced cheek bone. But his eyes and face are soft, warm and inviting. He is said to be quite androgynous in not only the way he looks, but also the way he dresses and presents himself. But that's just how is. Murph dresses as out there and eccentric as his personality is, embracing his quirkiness. He carries himself with a magnetic confidence and is rarely found without a smile on his face that could lighten up an entire room.






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M A G I C A E
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h o u s e x // x Gryffindor just like his father.

y e a r x // x seventh

w a n d x // x 10.5" hawthorn with a hippogriff feather, sturdy

q u i d d i t c h x // x Murph is the house Keeper. He was too clumsy for any other position but somehow he manages to fumble around enough that it works to his advantage as the keeper. Go figure.

p a t r o n u s x // x meerkat

b o g g a r t x // x A shark. Those buggers are giant with terrifying teeth. That plus his fear of drowning is a no go for Murphy.

p e t x // x Fritz the ferret is the coolest little dude. He goes everywhere with Murphy, either chilling in his hoodie pocket or draped around his neck like a scarf. Fritz has never met a person he doesn't like and will happily sneak into someone else's pocket for a crumb and a snuggle.

s p e c i a l x // x Nothing. Can't out shine everyone else.



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f l y i n g x // x Yes, Murphy is reckless. And yes, he knows he flies way too fast for being as accident prone as he is. But does he care, no. And, ironically, he manages to do a pretty bang up job.

d u e l i n gx // x He can hold his own. It's rarely the spell he intended to use, but as long as it gets the job done he won't complain.

m e s s i n g xu p x // x He's called Murphy's Law for good reason. He's clumsy, has his father's knack for accidental pyrotechnics and is pretty impulsive. So, he messes things up quite well.

c h a r m s x // x Does it count if he mixes them up? As long as it's kinda close to what he wanted... that's fine.

d e f e n s e x a g a i n s t x t h e x d a r k xx a r t s x // x He could stop someone coming after him. He might blow them up on accident, but that's defensive, right?



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p o t i o n s x // x He's basically his father... It'll blow up, somehow.

d i v i n a t i o n x // x Yeah, he can fuck that up too. Don't ask how, he just can.

d i v i n a t i o n x // x The only thing that interests him about the future is what he is going to have for lunch... And how much longer until lunch.

s t u d y i n g x // x Murph doesn't study. So, classes with books? Yeah, he's quite shite at them. He goes to class, so that counts for something.

p a r t i e s x // x If there's a party, he'll be there. It doesn't matter what's going on the next day, quidditch, an exam or the apocalypse. Murph will be there and he won't leave until you kick him out.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
x hyper xx quirky xx blunt xx sarcastic xx kind x

Murphy has energy for days and it’s even worse when caffeine or other substances are in his system. It seems he is always on a speed faster than everyone else. He constantly feels like life is too short, often sacrificing sleep to spend time with friends, go to the shack or whatever else. He can go for hours and then some, never being one to enjoy complacency for long. He tends to talk at such speeds trying to keep up with his own thoughts. Murph has a habit of rambling, tripping over his own tongue and being unable to have enough time to filter his thoughts before they leave his mouth. He never regrets what he says though, because dishonesty isn’t really something he does.

There is no lack or sarcasm or uniqueness when it comes to Murphy. He is eccentric and the living definition of quirky. He’s one of those people known to dance to the beat of his own drum. Having a absence in the friend category most of his life, Murph has quickly learned how to not worry about other people’s thoughts of himself. Because of this, he does what he wants without hesitation based on what anyone might think of him. Everything he does is authentically himself, sprinkled with unfiltered sarcasm or humor. He has never been good at conversing with others, especially those whom aren’t used to his mannerisms. His personality has a mind of its own and not everyone can handle it.

One thing that can never be said about Murph is that he isn’t honest. He doesn’t have a dishonest bone in his body. When asked his opinion he gives his unfiltered truth. It can come off harsh and blunt, but he doesn’t see the purpose in sugar coating it. That isn’t to say his words don’t come with their own flavor and laced with sarcasm, because oh they do. It’s safe to say not to ask Murphy your opinion unless you’re prepared for the unfiltered truth. He may not be the type to tell someone their outfit is hideous blatantly because he never seeks out to hurt someone’s feelings, but once you ask him what he thinks, all bets are off.

But beneath all his layers, Murphy is a teddy bear. Sweet, sensitive and caring. Because of his tender heart and easiness to care for others, he tends to be protective of those he finds to be a good person. When or if he gets people close enough to him to be considered friends or lovers, he would love them fiercely and protect them as such. He is not a fighter, and does not pretend to be, but he’d still stand up for those worthy. Even though he is most confident that this would end in him losing the fight or potentially dying, in his mind it is worth it. He believes good people with a true heart are always worth fighting for, even if he knows it will be a losing battle.





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H I S T O R I A R U M


Compared to most of his fellow classmates, Murphy’s life is uneventful and boring. That might explain why he finds way to embellish the world around him in every way possible. Between his eccentric style, extra personality and hunger for anything exciting, it’s not that surprising.

Any-who… Seamus Finnigan never found his person at Hogwarts. But, he was an interesting breed so he needed someone special that could handle him. And that was Regina. Surprisingly, she was a muggle and even more shockingly, she was hardly put out when she found out the truth about Seamus. Something about him causing too many fires on accident for a normal person. Sounds about right.

Then Murphy was in the picture. He didn’t have any siblings, so his attention whore self was fed with all the attention he could ever need. He, no doubt, was the perfect mesh of his parents with his mothers blunt honesty and outgoing nature, and his father’s ridiculous clumsy nature. Who knew that could be inherited? Well it was and came ten fold with Murphy.

Words could not express how happy Murph was the day he received his letter to Hogwarts. He never fit in with any of the kids his age growing up. Not that he particularly cared, but he was the type of person who craved friends and social connections. At least at a wizarding school, his freak flag could fly and someone would be down with it.





h e x c o d e x // x #6A3AC1 x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x ezra miller x // x c r e a t o r x // x Scar.- x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Murphy Finnigan's Story

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Character Portrait: Murphy Finnigan Character Portrait: Hollie Wood

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Stepping onto the platform was like a breath of fresh air. Well... fresh air filled with the smell of burning coal, a musky train station and the b.o. of prepubescent first years. Smelled like home.

Murph turned back to his parents, grinning ear to ear as he bounced up and down on his toes. He was ready to go. One last year to just... Well, fuck everything up. After all, that is what he did best. But, he wasn't going to be rude to his parents. They did bring him into the world and he loved them for that. And, they were pretty cool, once they stopped trying to understand his... unique sense of fashion and well, everything about him. He was weird, but they loved him for it.

His mom tried to fix his hair for the tenth time before giving him one last hug good bye. With her arms around him, she squealed and jumped away when she felt Fritz wiggle around in Murph's jacket pocket. He chuckled, giving his mom and apologetic smile. "Sorry, mum. He's just excited." She scoffed slightly and shook her head. His mom was never a fan of Fritz but she tolerated him at least, from a distance. Murph quickly hugged his dad and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek before he hurried off into the train searching the cabins for anyone he could bother or smother with love.

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Bloody hell, the ceremonies and the pomp and circumstance of it all took ages. Murph was practically bouncing in his seat, itching to get up and be... anywhere else. Nothing bored him more than a bunch of old people speaking for too long about stuff he didn't care about. He spent the duration of all the ridiculousness making funny faces at his friends across the dining hall, even gaining a few glares from some of the professors when he was caught.

Once the feast started Murph was at least able to talk to his friends... finally. He sat amongst his fellow house mates, laughing and catching up. He'd occasionally drag first years into the conversation so they felt welcome, and every so often would launch a spoonful of mashed potatoes at his friends in other houses.

With food in his belly, Murph skipped off to the Gryffindor dormitories... Stopping every once in awhile. Skipping on a full stomach isn't the best idea. But, he never makes good decisions. What's new. He slid into the common room Tom Cruise style and made finger guns toward his housemates. He darted up the stairs toward his room, taking them two and three steps at a time and tripped on the last step, falling flat on his face in the middle of the dormitory.

It took Murph a second to find his own trunk, first accidentally a couple of other's first. One he opened finding some questionable objects. As he went to close it he was meant by the angry gaze of a fellow Gryffindor. "Apologies my dude," he said as he slowly closed the lid of the chest. While standing up Murph looked back toward the guy. "Kinky..." he said while wiggling his brows suggestively.

Murph ducked just in time for the pillow to fly over head and slam into another Gryff kid who was reading a book. "Hey! Watch the face. It's my greatest feature," he said with a shit eating grin as he caressed his cheeks. The one with the kinks started to get up from his bed and go after Murph. He put his hands up in a surrendering manner as he backed away. "Sorry, Mr. Grey. Please be gentle."

With another step back, his foot bumped into a trunk. Murph turned around and grinned seeing it was his. "Ah HA! Found it," he said as he looked back at the aggravated Gryff while he motioned to his stuff. "Oh don't get your panties in a twist, mate. You're secret's safe with me."

Murph threw open his trunk and quickly dug through its contents, throwing any clothes that weren't 'first party of the year' material anywhere and everywhere. Then he found it. A statement piece to turn heads, but what's new. Murphy liked turning heads like half of these people liked bumping fuzzies. It was his last year to be the weird party animal that he was and god dammit, he was going to do it right... As a mother fucking chandelier.

Once dressed the Gryff boy nearly choked on his drink getting a load of Murphy. "What in the bloody hell are you wearing?"

"The skins of dead Ravenclaws!" Murph said going wide eyed and stoic. After a moment he broke, laughing light heartedly. "I'm a Chandelier, duh."

Murph turned flamboyantly while whipping the tails of the tie around his jacket. He then blew the very serious boy a kiss and made his way back down to the common room. He gave his other housemates a salute before exiting out into the hall. To say he turned heads as he made his way to the Hufflepuff dorms was an understate, but Murph just gave them all a wink and continued onward.

He strutted his way toward the kitchens, stopping near the large barrels he knew lead to the Huffs. Murph knew, by one too many times of being an idiot, what would happen if he knocked on the barrels since he didn't know the secret to get in. So, instead he gave a high pitch whistle. "Ohhhh Hollie! Come out come out where ever you are!" he called out to the barrels. He then leaned back against the opposite wall and waited.

When Hollie stepped out of the Hufflepuff common room, it was obvious he had been waiting. He'd changed his own black and white outfit at least three times and when his eyes landed on Murphy they immediately went wide. "Fuck," he said, with feeling. "Am I underdressed? Is there a dresscode? Shit, I don't think I own anything like that. Gimme a minute, Murph, maybe I can-" He stopped talking without warning, his fingers twisting in a nervous manner that rarely showed up.

Murph smiled, giving Hollie the once over. "I'm just extra," he said nonchalantly like this was no news to anyone, especially himself. "You look great."

The thing was, he'd never been invited. He still hadn't, technically, Murphy had just decided he was going to drag Hollie along. For some reason? Normally, he wasn't this nervous. "Okay. Can we pre-game, bro? Shit."

Murphy shrugged his shoulders while giving a slight grin. He then padded down his ridiculously sequined jacket to see if the pockets contained anything fun and potentially illegal. "I'm game, but I don't have anything on me."

Hollie took a deep breath, he didn't have anything either. His parents weren't exactly strict, but other than a few drinks, they weren't down for him doing. Well. This kind of thing either. "Fuck it," he whispered. "Let's just go."

With a nod of his head in the general direction they'd be heading in, Murph lead the way toward the one eyed witch passage. He kept relatively quiet until they were in the clear behind the statue that blocked the entrace. Once inside he stopped in his tracks, taking Hollie by the shoulders and forcing the Asian coisant to look him in the eye. "Alright, my gorgeous ethnically diverse friend, you need to loosen up." He gave Hollie's shoulders a playful wiggle.


The sneaking around part, Hollie was good at. Not that he'd ever really used that power for anything other than fitting in some extra Quidditch practice. He kept quiet himself, staying so closely behind Murphy that by the time his friend stopped, Hollie nearly walked right into him.

"I know, I know," Hollie answered, letting his shoulders be shaken without any kind of resistance. "I'm trying man. I don't know why I'm so nervous."


"You just gotta attack it like a match. Loosen up, get hyped and prepare to grope some balls!" Murphy said with a laugh and a playful slap to Hollie's back while his friend let out a snort.

With a nod of his head, Murph's raven locks bounced about his head before he continued down the passage. Luckily, he was dressed like a god damn disco ball so darkness wasn't much of an issue. It didn't take them quite long to reach the second pathway, hidden off the One Eyed Witch Passage. With the magic words and properly placed pressure on the wall, the earth seemed to shift and open up like a doorway. Hollie watched his every move closely, like a first year seeing magic for the first time.

They continued onward and in no time they reached the exit, emurging amongst the forest just beyond treeline surrounding the shrieking shack. The sweet scent of moondew hung in the air. Murph couldn't help but inhale deeply, savoring the breath before exhaling with delight. "Are you ready... To get fucked up?" he asked deviously.

"Yes," Hollie answered with a very quick nod of his head. "Yes, please. Absolutely. Like right now. Let's go, mate. I wanna get absolutely trashed."

"Excellent!" With a grin, Murph made his way to the shack, strutting his way up the steps to the door. He glanced over his shoulder, winking at his friend from behind his long mane. Then, about as subtle as a chandelier in a zoo, Murph kicked open the front door. He threw his overly bedazzled arms up in the air and shouted with his best American accent, "WHAT'S UP BITCHES!?"




thanks for the words Char :)

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Character Portrait: Neo Dursley Character Portrait: Murphy Finnigan Character Portrait: Hollie Wood Character Portrait: Lyall Greyback

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“You’ve got all your stuff? Not just your Quidditch stuff.”

“Yes Da,” Hollie answered, distracted. An excited first year had handed him her ferret when it had seemed interested in the rings looped through his ears. He was trying desperately to rub the things stomach, and the ferret wasn’t having it at all.

“-probably going to win the House Cup,” his Da was saying. As usual when talking about Hogwarts Quidditch, there was an air of fondness in his tone. “You’ll have to send us a picture when you do, yeah? House Cup is the first step to World Cup.”

“Yes Da,” Hollie answered again as he twisted in a circle, chasing the ferret down who had run across his shoulders to get to the other earring.

“Play a fair game though,” Oliver added sternly. “I don’t want a letter home this year, hear me?”

“Yes Da,” Hollie said. He just wanted to - he lurched towards the ferret who panicked over such a quick movement and suddenly fell backwards off of him. Hollie’s eyes went wide and he jerked forward, but before he could even attempt to do anything drastic and stupid, his Dad reached out and caught the fluff ball.

Hollie smiled sheepishly and tried not to look too guilty when Marcus turned to the first year who owned the little shit and handed it back to her with a promise that nothing bad had happened. She scurried off quickly and Hollie aimed for a brighter grin when his father turned towards him with an arched eyebrow. “Sorry?”

Oliver sighed. “Stay out of trouble.” Marcus said, “At least don’t get caught.”

Hollie grinned again and threw himself at both of his fathers, hugging them tightly. He was smaller than them, in height and stature, but somehow he had always managed to wrap them both up. “It’ll be a good year,” he said. “I promise.”

If he felt a hint of guilt as he made his way into the train, that was only because he’d never been a fan of lying. Not that he had really lied. He just hadn’t exactly expanded on the definition of the word ‘good’.

It didn’t really matter though. He tugged the collar of his shirt up around his neck a bit more and then grinned when he saw familiar faces and shoved himself into a compartment. He had stories to share.




The only thing better than Hogwarts was the new broom Hollie had gotten over the summer. It was the latest version of the Lightningbolt model, it was fast and beautiful and fit Hollie like it had been made specifically for him. And yet, somehow, he still fucking lost to Murphy.

A bet. To get out more. To make more friends. To do more living than just Quidditch.

It had been a sarcastic battle of wits at first, Murph had just been shooting the shit, but Hollie had a damn competitive streak a mile wide and before he even knew it they were trading bets and the brooms were out.

And then. And then. Murph had been distracted by a fucking butterfly. He’d flown higher to catch it, and in doing so the end of his damn broom blocked Hollie’s last shot.

At the words "Oh shit... Wait, did I win?", Hollie had demanded a rematch. But Murph, like the tenacious little fucker he was, hadn’t let Hollie back out. So there he was, somehow both excited and nervous as shit, standing inside the cramped Shrieking Shack, the scent of moondew overpowering, behind his friend that was dressed like that.

There were too many people and not enough room and someone wanted the door shut and before Hollie knew it, he wasn’t with Murphy any more. Someone handed him a drink and he took it without thinking, tasting the familiar burn of firewhiskey. That was fine.

The music was loud, the lights bright, and he did his best to make himself small as he tried to navigate his way out. He wasn’t sure who was touching him or who was tugging which parts of his clothes are who was too fucked up to even realize they weren’t his date.

“Uh, sorry,” Hollie muttered, probably too softly to be heard over the music. “My bad. Uh, ‘scuse me. Oops - didn’t mean to grab you - there. Okay. Um. I’m just gonna.”

He ran hard into the back of someone and twisted around quickly, his hands up to show that he meant no harm. Redheads. Weasley’s? The girls, he wasn’t sure what their first names were, they were Gryffindors though. “Fuck, I’m so sorry!” In fact, the group gathered there seemed to be mostly Gryffindors. Including Greyback, which surprised him. He was about to say so when he caught sight of the boy that Lyall was … almost cuddled up to.

“Hey!” Hollie said, pointing an accusatory finger at the curly haired boy. “I know you! You got me fucking detention last May for being out passed curfew. The fuck man, we were almost out for break and I got extra homework for that shit!”