Name: Phineas Jos.
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Looks: Phineas has jet black hair which is very unruly and curly around his face. He also has a slight amount of stubble on his chin. A bit of a six-o-clock shadow! He has rich brown eyes and he wears slightly faded blue jeans, a plain t-shirt, usually black, and a short brown leather jacket. Basically, he looks like a scuzzy old rocker!
Build: He’s slim, but a little on the skinny side. Not much meat on him!
Personality: Phineas is quite bubbly but most people don’t bother to find this out. Because he has a tendency not to smile like a mad hatter constantly, people are always asking him if there’s anything wrong. There never is! This irks (I’ve always wanted to use that word for something!) Phineas and he’s sick of trying to persuade people that there actually isn’t anything wrong with him, except for the fact that he’s getting pissed off with the constant questioning.
He likes talking about anything that’s interesting and isn’t the weather or the state of ‘kids today, with their loud music’, and he’s partial to a bit of garage rock. He also enjoys tinkering with various bits of machinery, whether built or dismantled and he has great skill in making things from totally random parts of other things.
History: He had a pretty normal childhood, apart from being bullied a bit for his long hair and taste in music. He made his first crossbow at the age of 9 and made the mistake of showing it to his mother, who promptly grounded him for having ‘dangerous weapons in the house’. This gave him time to find out how good he was at picking locks and shooting things with his crossbow.
Relationship: Any offers?
Items: A potted meat sandwich, a bottle of apple juice he found in the fridge, some spare underwear, some bundles of blunt crossbow bolts, and an umbrella.
Weapons: A crossbow and blunt bolts.
PSI: None, Phineas is a techie.
Other: He likes his crossbow, so don’t try to separate him from it…He also has a strange fascination with shiny things…*sways* oooh…shiiiiny….And so what if he bears a certain resemblance to a certain comic-book writer…

~Phineas Jos~

Thupp! The blunt bolt shot through the air to land dead centre of a much-used dart board. A clicking sound followed, and the sound of another bolt embedding itself into the dart board. I shook my head and trotted over to the far wall of my garage and general hang-out to extract the bolts from their temporary home.
The garage door was open, and the air reverberated with the sound of a blaring guitar solo. It was about 6 o-clock, and i was performing my daily ritual of hammering the crap out of my dart board with extremely blunt crossbow bolts. The sky was just turning dark and the sound of disgruntled parents was filtering through the thin garage wall.
“Turn that crap down, Phineas! I’m trying to watch telly…” The voice was muffled but unmistakably mothers. I tutted under my breath and turned up the music slightly, to drown out the sound of her dire soaps. I lobbed the crossbow onto the shabbily-made wooden table and picked up a small metal contraption that lay on the floor. Grabbing a screwdriver, I plonked myself down on the floor and started to tinker with my new invention.
It was supposed to be an automated, rapid-firing, sharp-bolted crossbow, but I liked to call it my automatic rapid-fire sharp-bolter. It seemed to be missing some sort of vital component…like, a spring or something, but I couldn’t get any more materials till next week so it’d have to wait. I was rather excited about this one though…it could actually pierce stuff, instead of causing a small, if rather multicoloured bruise.
Happy in my own little world, I poked about with the mechanism…trying to see if it could be improved, when an extremely bright flash lit the area. The light filled my garage and sent stars flashing inside my eyes. I squeezed them shut, but the light still burned my retinas. Opening my eyes gingerly, I realised that the world had returned to its normal semi-dark state and the abnormal light had disappeared.
I shook my head to dislodge the red bursts that were still exploding behind my eyes, when I heard my mother’s muffled but surprised exclamation from the living room.
“…the Hell was that?” To be honest, I didn’t know. But whatever the hell it was, it wasn’t normal…