Tino Väinämöinen | | Finland

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Tino Väinämöinen Moi moi muthafucka! Here comes trouble! Kidding, Tino's got a relatively clean nose! Tino Väinämöinen is a vibrant young man full of surprises. Mature, incredibly patient, and a prodigy with rifles, Tino brings a smile to almost anyone's face. It's hard to believe that such a friendly person could be an agent, but be careful, this Finnish soldier will punch you in the throat if you call him cute or undermine his talents.

CODE NAME: Eagle Eye

Male

21

Bisexual

Finnish

Waiter

Agent

Physical

170 cm

65 kg

Sand Blond

Amythest

Pale

Lean

Personal

Tino's first and foremost quality is his friendliness. He walks around with the aura of cheer and enjoys bringing smiles to random strangers. This isn't the most desirable quality for an agent, but Tino manages to do alright despite this. His extrovert personality can range from case to case, usually depending on his mood or motives if he's digging for information. Tino often uses the weather as a conversational starter (people in London seem to love to complain about the environmental circumstances, no matter what the conditions are like), but the Fin has been known to get creative when talking to people and such. He has to remind himself to keep a lid on it though, or else civilians would be able to start recognizing him. Tino struggles enough with his sand blond hair and amethyst eyes, so his doesn't need a memorable personality to go with that. Along with his vibrant traits, Tino is also an optimist. No matter how bad things get, Tino can usually pick something good out of a bad event. Get caught in the rain without an umbrella? Free shower! Lost your menial job? Well now you have the chance to get a better one! Tino can talk motivation endlessly, and he often gets passionate about this. When Tino is trying to motivate someone, it's not uncommon to see his hands start to move about or his face to eagerly smile, frown or talk endlessly. Tino knows that his outward tendency to help or cheer up depressed people paints a conspicuous target on his back, but he can't help it, especially is he sees tears. Despite Tino's endless benevolence, he does require some down time from the public. Tino enjoys socialization, but there is a limit to how far Tino can go. The livestyle in London is much different than one in the rural. In the countryside, Tino could get away from people by walking off the beaten path and bush whacking aimlessly. Sometimes, Tino lost track of his direction and location and spent hours attempting to get back to his home. This never really bothered Tino, as he knew he'd get out eventually. The voices of the birds were always comforting, while the wind would whisper to the Fin and whisk his stresses away. Tino loved nature with a passion and it is the one thing he misses most after moving to London. Even with his missed woodland walks, Tino mingled into city life without too much conflict. To compensate, Tino often goes to the park or holes himself in his apartment until he has unwound and is ready to go out and tackle the world's problems once more. In London, Tino's ability to wait bloomed. His patience is only second to a saint, especially when he's working as an agent. Tino can get information if he wants it and time is an irrelevant factor in that equation. He will wait when he needs to and he has the ability to differentiate when to be patient and when it is unnecessary. The Fin has remarkable talent in this category, whether that applies to his job as a cover job as a waiter or his life as an agent. Tino can take a decent amount of bashing by hungry customers at the restaurant, but even Tino has his limits. Tino is a vey frightening man when he's angry. He does not show this side of his persona often, as he dislikes feeling hostile, but it tends to rear it's ugly head when people refuse to cooperate or have little sense of morals. Take note that Tino has two types of anger. He is known to huff when he's annoyed and puff out his cheeks (he'll deny the fact until he dies), but this is more like a half-hearted anger or annoyance. Many things will annoy Tino, but few things actually enrage him. When Tino is angry though, he is not afraid to step up and his smile will disappear until his mood has lightened. Tino's more prone to getting angered when drunk and it would be unwise to pick a fight with this Fin when he's under the influence. Tino is a hopeless alcoholic and he enjoys liquor far to much for a man of his age. His initial preference is to drink until his blood alcohol level is through the roof, then sneak out into the sauna. It gets him roaring drunk and is get much worth it, even if the hangover leaves him immobilized for days. Tino of all people can brave a heavy hangover relatively well and it can be difficult to tell if the Fin had been drinking the night before. A dead giveaway is Tino's tendency to smile a whole lot more when going through the hangover headache and nausea, but even then Tino is a tough cookie to crack. Tino's preferred beverage is vodka and salmiakki(****), but if booze are cheap or free, he's open to anything. Tino has to be careful with his drinking an activities though. Tino has diabetes mellitus type 1, or the genetic diabetes where he has to receive insulin daily. Tino isn't bothered by the needles whatsoever (he's been taking them since he was very young), but he has to watch his diet and exercise. Tino can't miss meals, nor can he drastically deviate from his main meal plan or he could throw his insulin levels out of whack. The Fin tends to do this a bit when he drinks, but he always eats to boost his blood sugar before a hard evening of drinking. Tino always wakes up in the morning, hungover or not, to take his shot. This internal clock is innate and it does not fail; Tino will wake at 7 am if he has gotten 1 hour of sleep or 14 hours of sleep. Depending on Tino's condition, he might just go right back to sleep (granted he'll eat something like bread so his levels don't drop). It's something that has to be tightly regulated, but Tino doesn't let it get him down. Things could be far worse in his opinion.

Likes

Dislikes

Alcohol: This is not a surprise for a Finnish man, but Tino has a deep love for the beverage. He frequents pubs for both information and the drinks. If Tino's condition didn't limit his intake, he'd probably just lay on his bed and drink all day and night.  Salmiakki: Some say that diabetics crave salt. Tino does crave certain things, but not table salt specifically. He loves the salted liquorice from his country. They say its an acquired taste, but Tino doesn't know what people are talking about. Salmiakki, as well as the alcohol flavoured like it, are some of Tino's favourites things. Guns: For an agent, Tino's preferred weapon of choice is a rifle. He is like a child prodigy with long ranged guns. Tino is also left handed, making certain rifles hard to use. He has his own rifles that he cherishes: a Sako 85/M Hunter LH and a Sako TRG-22 (this ones a sniping rifle). Both were unfortunately confiscated when he crossed the border into England and he's working hard to get them back. The TRG-22 can only be used when Tino is camped out on a roof with a camouflage blanket or when he's watching the public from a tinted window, while the other can be carried around or used in a mobile situation. When on casual or undercover missions, Tino knows he'll have to switch to pistols or revolvers, which he isn't as accurate with, but it would still be dangerous to fall within Tino's sights. He has an incredible sense of aim and it's where he code his code name 'Eagle Eye'. Food: Tino loves food and it usually loves him back, with a few small exceptions. Tino used to eat very healthily when he lived at home with his parents, but his diet has slipped a bit since he's moved out on his own. Regardless, Tino is working on his cooking skills that he didn't exactly inherit from his mother. Tino's tastes are... unusual, but he's only cooking for himself so as long as he likes it, there's no issue. Saunas: Ahhh...The sauna. There's nothing quite like basking in the steamy wooden building, especially if you have cedar bark soap. Tino desperately misses the sauna and has found no suitable replacement for it in England. Outdoors: Tied in with Tino's love of the smell of cedar, Tino loves the outdoors with a passion and he isn't the biggest fan of industrialization. England has too much concrete in his opinion. He misses the open air and the wild tint to the wind. Parks and green areas help alleviate the homesickness that Tino feels. Hockey: Seriously, what Fin doesn't love hockey? Tino lives up to the stereotype as he watches it religiously. He used to attend live games every weekend, but the cultural shock of moving to England removed that luxury. Tino doesn't let this stop him as he illegally streams games through his ancient computer (shhhh don't tell his boss). Parkour: This stretches back waaaay into Tino's childhood. The Fin is a very determined (not to mention stubborn) person when it comes to achieving something. Since he was 6, Tino has been attempting parkour and freerunning techniques. It hasn't always been pretty and Tino still hasn't mastered it, but he's decent at it. Good luck catching him, cause Tino can maneuver out of most scenarios and look cool doing it (sort of). Take note that Tino isn't the best at this so there's a chance that he'll fall flat on his face or knock himself out. Metal: When Tino was in his teens, he was a part of a band. Tino couldn't play guitar, but he was the lead singer because his voice could last through a whole song. He eventually gave it up because his throat couldn't handle it, but he plays music around his apartment when he's home. Neighbours better hope that the walls are soundproofed, cause Tino likes is loud. As well, Tino isn't a half bad singer when he isn't screaming into a microphone. He likes to sing when he's in a pleasant mood. Winter: The cold is comforting at times and Tino loves it. It feels good on his skin and snowball fights are the best (though he always lost to his dad). At times, the cold is bonechilling and causes frost bite, so when Tino really lets the chill set it, he often hops into the shower and blasts it as hot as he can manage. The process is oddly therapeutic. Coffee: Tino's personal fuel source and drug addiction. It is impossible to get through the day without at least 3 cups, preferably all in the morning. The stronger the better in Tino's opinion, and the Fin drinks it black, dregs and all. Some people call him insane. He simply justifies that he's from Finland and that coffee runs deep in his veins.

Being called cute: You'd better hope that you have a good health plan because Tino is likely to punch you in the throat if you call him anything related to cute, adorable, tiny, feminine, etc. Tino is sensitive about his softer features and the mere mention of them can send Tino into a fritz. Being looked down upon: Whether someone has to physically look down to meet his gaze or whether they're undermining his talents, Tino hates to be at the bottom of someone's expectations. Yes, he's young, naive and he doesn't know everything about the system yet, but he's learning and he will improve. Tino also eludes to the fact that he's diabetic around people. He often gets judged and people assume he got the disease from poor eating habits when in fact Tino's is genetic. It angers him when he's treated like a scum and not like a person. Feeling Stupid: Tino never excelled in school. Well...that isn't totally true. Tino was never an outstanding student. He never failed classes or tests, but he was never at the top of his grade. He was perfectly average, aside from some units in gym class where his strength and flexibility bested every test. When someone talks about advanced sciences or mathematics around Tino, he often feels completely lost in a sea of big words and complicated formulas. He hates feeling stupid and this is a big component of the hatred. Tino tries to understand, but most things just go over his head. Prolonged Heat: Tino likes saunas ad feeling warm, but he can't stand sweating and hot temperatures for more than an hour or so. In the summer, he dislikes warm places because they often make him feel sick. London suits him though, as the heat never really reaches ungodly temperatures, save for the occasional heat wave.  Small spaces: Tino's a tad claustrophobic, but it's not a crippling fear. He often is able to fit into vents and ductwork because well... okay he's a little on the smaller side. Tino can wedge into hiding places as well and go undetected by others (his parents had a hell of a time playing hide and seek). Tino's always got the nagging thought that he might get stuck and not be able to get out. However, if Tino can see the sky or the sun, he doesn't panic. It's only when Tino feels completely encased that the terror starts to grip his chest. Cranky people: Tino radiates optimism, but some people just won't budge and are forever cursed to be unhappy. Tino tries his best to improve people's attitudes, but there is an eventual breaking point where Tino will just give up all together and leave Mr or Mrs Cranky to their own miserable tendencies. Laundry: In Tino's opinion, it is the worst chore. In fact, all chores suck. Tino keeps his place relatively tidy, but he's not a fan of the process. Cleaning is one of Tino's vices and he'll usually only do it when he's in a bad mood, bored, or has metal music blasting in the background cause hey, mops make fantastic air guitars. The Mob: Tino never hated anyone before, but he was never chummy chummy with the Russians. Learning that the Russians were the root of the Mob that functions out of London bugged him. Instead of leaving the Mob to the higher ups, Tino does his own investigation and casually sniffs around the matter. Tino doesn't truly realize how dangerous the nosiness can be, but he's always careful not to be followed or noticed in repeated locations. If this means wearing a disguise, so be it (and Tino can get pretty creative with his designs). Sleep: Tino's diabetes puts him on a tight leash at times in regards to his blood sugar levels. If he doesn't eat and has taken his shot, he gets lethargic and can have seizures. If he doesn't get his shot, his thirst will spike and he has the risk of slipping into a coma. Granted, in the hours of the night, neither of these things will happen, but Tino's blood sugar often slips when he sleeps are he'll sweat and grow very restless. Part of why Tino always wakes at 7 is that his body won't let him sleep any longer. Thus, Tino only get about 6 hours of sleep per night, which ties into his massive coffee addiction. Running: Simply put, Tino hates to physically run. Not from a situation, but as exercise. Tino is definitely no fitness fanatic, aside from his parkour activities and walks in he woods. Jogging is hard for Tino as his endurance is pitiful at best. Tino is quick and agile, but he's no sprinter. At the same time, he can barely run a couple of kilometres without dying (no he's not exaggerating! Running is death!). Even when Tino practices freerunning, he gets out of breath quicker than others. He's quick to blame it on his diabetes, but in reality Tino is a tad lazy and hates running so much that he'd rather jump over railings or lift weights than do cardio exercises.

Dreams

Fears

To become a great agent: Tino has had the same basic dream ever since he could talk: to be a successful agent. He longs for achievement and completing missions drives him forward. The Fin is determined and will not stop until he has honed his covert skills and is feared by any criminal. To have kids: Tino loves being around children in a healthy way. He loves making kids laugh and smile, which in turn makes him overly happy. Tino one day wants to have a family, but in the far future. He's not ready for a kid yet, but in time, he will be. To have his country win the olympic gold in hockey: Yes, this is a silly dream, but it's a dream that he wants to see. Tino cheers vigorously at the olympics and would probably enter an alcohol coma if his team brought home the gold medal. He wants to hear the Finnish national anthem play over the crowds, because it fills him with a great sense of pride.

Not being able to take his insulin/forgetting a shot: Tino forgot his insulin vials when he went to summer camp once (see history for more elaboration) and he almost died. Since then, Tino is incredibly diligent with his doses and has only missed one since (he was still at the bar at 7 am so he took it when he got home at 9 am). Regardless, Tino is utterly terrified of going on without insulin. It is a horribly unpleasant experience to have his blood sugar skyrocket and he can slip into a coma if it happens. Tino always carries an extra dose on him just in case. He's frightened about ever getting captured or interrogated. If he did, he'd probably die painfully and in a lot of discomfort. Being underground: Tino has the naive fear of being buried alive. It's a terrifying way to go and he avoids caves, tunnels, and holes for that sheer reason. Tino doesn't like facilities with many underground levels either. He'll smile and brush it off, but he'll sweat like mad and his face will visibly pale when he's frightened. Betrayal: Tino has a lot of friends, but none that are very close and dear to him. Due to his charming persona, people like him and befriend him, but nothing ever comes of it. Tino is closest with his family, in particular his parents and grandparents, but other than that he can't say he's got any current close friends. In high school, he had a beautiful blond girlfriend, but she cheated on him with the captain of the school's hockey team so Tino broke up with her. The mistrust in the relationship left Tino's faith shaken and he hasn't dated since. He's afraid of being betrayed again, so he distances himself from people. Being chased: Tino doesn't like the thought of being pursued. Whether it be stalking from the shadows or a full on assassin coming after him, Tino is afraid that he'll never get away. True, Tino's parkour skills allow him to best terrain that others could only dream of travelling, but Tino's stamina is poor. If he were ever discovered spying, he might be able to temporarily get away, but he'd be caught a few kilometres away, exhausted. It's a crippling chain of thought and the fear alone makes Tino jog every few days to try and improve his cardio.

Background

A long time ago, a little Finnish baby was born 3 months premature in Helsinki. They told the parents that this little baby probably wouldn't survive and that he'd either die within the next month or live without proper development. They were wrong. Tino Väinämöinen left the hospital 4 months later at a healthy, but slightly under average weight. From there, he grew like any other child. He slept, ate and cried for his few months and started walking at 8 months, which surprised everyone, even the doctors. Tino also babbled as a child and didn't start putting together coherent sentences until he was 3. They thought he was mentally delayed, but Tino proved the odds wrong once again when he scored reasonably well on the general intelligence tests psychologists tossed at him. Tino developed his real passion for becoming a covert agent when he turned 4 and started watching James Bond and other spy movies. Fascinated, Tino insisted that he was agent material and was destined to outrun explosions, get all the ladies and become the top gun. "Mum mum!" Tino called, hurrying over on chubby toddler legs before he crashed up against the woman's thigh. Wrapping his arms around her leg eagerly, Tino tipped his head up to give the blond mother a wide grin. "What baby? What'sa matter Ti?" She asked, managing to match Tino's enthusiasm as she mixed the oatmeal together for cookies. "I'm gonna become a super secret agent when I growed up!" He said cheerily with his violet eyes sparkling up at the woman. This time, she didn't feign a response. Instead, her eyebrows rose and she smiled. "Oh? Well, all super secret agents have to have super secret names. What's yours Ti?" She asked, and this thwarted Tino's eagerness. Releasing the blond lady's leg, Tino sat right there on the floor with his hand in his chin, groaning as the toddler strained to think of something. Tino's mum watched for a few moments, curious at this until finally Tino popped up. "Ah! I gotted it! Super Tino! Everyone will be so scared when they hear that Super Tino is gonna put them in jail!" Tino clung to the woman's leg once more, pressing his cheek into her jeans. "And Super Tino thinks that thinking up spy names is really tough so can I have a cookie?" His mum smiled as she stirred the batter twice, speaking up as she did so. "Well, has Super Tino cleaned his Spy Headquatres? If he hasn't then Super Mum is going to put little Ti in jail. And there are no cookies or movies in jail." She glanced down to see Tino's wide eyes swell. "Ummmm... Super Tino has to go!!" Tino let to of the woman as he scrambled out of the kitchen and down the hall. He didn't want to go to the timeout corner! It was no fun! Creeping into his room, he shut the door and began to tidy his things. Tino's fascination with spies and agents only flourished with age. He got tons of spy books, watched every spy movie there was, and even started creeping around the house like a spy. Tino was obvious though, especially when he giggled behind the curtains or bummed his own theme song. Tino watched English spies contantly, enough that he learned to adapt a bit of the English accent to his speech, when he did in fact speak English (he spoke Finnish mostly as a child). Tino's passion reached a critical point when he turned six. Childish games weren't satisfying Tino's aspirations so he decided to move up to something more daring. Unfortunately for Tino and his parents, he took a bit too large of a step. Tino was looking down, sizing up the 10 feet that felt more like 10 kilometres. Perhaps this wasn't a good idea. Sure, he wanted to jump out the window but he couldn't pop the insect screen out. Therefore the brilliant 6-year old felt proud when he came up with the plan to use the tree outside instead. So now Tino stood on a thick branch, peering down with a pale face and pinpointed eyes. "A-agents jump out of buildings way higher than this. I-I'm not scared! This isn't as high as my playhouse slide and I jumped off that! Yeah! I can do this!" Tino said, talking to himself as he inflated his self esteem. Clapping his hands over his cheeks twice, he spoke his thoughts aloud once more. "I'm supposed to roll out I think! Yeah! It's what allows people to jump off of roofs! On three! One... Two..." Tino jumped before he couldn't chicken out at three. The wind was in his hair, his body was freefalling and he was grinning as he threw his shoulders forwards to completely ease the stress of the landing from his legs. Except... He didn't know how to roll and his right shoulder contacted the ground with a crunch as Tino's back damn near bent in half. He felt the snap before he heard it and he was screaming for his mom before his legs flopped on the ground. Tino's collarbone was the first bone that he broke, but it certainly wasn't the last. The Fin was determined to figure out how these spies did all their stunts and he was set on doing it on his own. Before the age of the internet, Tino learned by watching movies and reading books until his parents had finally had enough and decided that Tino needed a healthier pastime. Tino's father owned a trapline and always participated in the reindeer hunt. Deciding to take Tino along, the Väinämöinens were surprised to see Tino take the sport up with such gutso. He loved to learn and watch his father aim and work. Little did the pair know that Tino was linking the hunting rifles to his dreams as an agent, and so the training began! The first time Tino shot a rifle, he got such a nasty kickback bruise that he was sore for weeks. That was at the age of 8. Tino steadily improved though, learning to shoot with incredible progress for a child which made his parents proud. Tino kept his little agent philosophy to himself, because his parents thought that Tino was going to become a game warden one day. As much as that idea appealed to Tino, he still felt like a spy was the way to go. Just before Tino's ninth birthday, he started to get really sick. Sweating, stomach aches, and a lot of nausea. He lost a good portion of weight and began urinating much more frequently. After a few trips to his family doctor, Tino was diagnosed with diabetes mellitus type 1 and was immediately placed on insulin. It was a big shock to the family and the doctor's informed them that Tino's premature birth might have played a role in the disease. Despite the news, Tino learned not to cry (much) when given needles, and that he couldn't eat as many of the things that he used to. It wasn't so bad! Really! At least, until Tino went to summer camp. ”Uh oh...” Tino mumbled, looking into the bottom of his bag. His insulin wasn't there and he was supposed to take it. Rocking back on his butt until he sat comfortably on the bunk bed, Tino clasped his head in worry. If his mum found out that he had forgotten his medicine after she drove 2 hours to drop him off, she'd be really really mad! Well... it was only a week, right? And Tino was fine before he took insulin. So one week wouldn't hurt, right? Wrong. Two days later, Tino was throwing up and dizzy constantly. He lied to the councillors and said he had the flu. Five days in, Tino had a seizure before going unconscious and not awaking. He was immediately rushed into the hospital as he slipped into a coma. In ITC, Tino recovered without much damage and not too harsh of scolding from his parents (they were just overly relieved that he was alive). Tino learned that missing his insulin shots was very serious and he was terrified at the thought of forgetting one. Aside from that episode, Tino grew up like any other kid. Happy, laughing, and still breaking bones when he got bored and tried to do backflips off of things. Tino also continued shooting practice at the range, where he showed a lot of promise with his skills. Tino entered competitions and scored close to the top with his accuracy. Competitions were fun, but not what Tino was looking for so he moved on. Tino joined a gymnastics team when he turned 13, and despite his lack of training before hand, he caught on quick. Again, Tino didn't care all to much for contests, but he was eager to learn the ways of flexibility and stealth. Tino's goal still held strong. He was going to become a spy. Timeskip forward to when Tino was 18. He was a lean, mean freerunning machine. Well, not really. Tino was still klutzy, but he no longer broke bones or bruised his skin. He dated a girl from high school, was doing well enough in school and was searching out for covert organizations (which were not exactly easy to find information on). He dated this petite girl for 2 years before he found out that she had been cheating on him from the start. Heartbroken, Tino left her and thankfully, high school ended. Tino distanced himself from people at this point, lost contact with his high school chums and found himself working for the Finnish Police, but behind a desk sifting through files and folders. Eventually, Tino caught a scent of M16 and was able to access limited information through the policing database. It was a covert operation in England, and it was just what Tino was looking for. He was able to get in contact with them and was offered a trial to test his skills. Tino's aim was what got him in and he earned the sharpshooter nickname 'Eagle Eye'. Tino lied to his parents, saying he was transferring to the London Police Organization when he turned 21 and was offered a position within England. It was a bit of a fib, but Tino was following a dream that he couldn't give up. At the border, Tino had most of his things (which were all homemade-weapons, his rifles, and his alcohol) confiscated, which angered him to no end and he is still trying to get them back. Currently, he's pretty broke and living in an apartment that M16 assigned him. Tino's naive, eager, and not exactly reading for covert work, but he's willing to learn and all to happy to be there.

Role-Play Sample

Tino was very close to letting his emotions fully pour out of his body when he heard footsteps. He quickly blinked back the moisture that had accumulated in his eyes, mentally preparing the lie that he had gotten gunshot residue to the face. If Tino hated one thing, it was crying, or at least being seen with tears. Tino honestly just wanted to wallow in his own pity party for the next few hours as he processed the memories from his overly shitty job. Instead, he was called from the 'ohhh poor me' thoughts when he was addressed informally, his amethysts flicking up miserably before something was thrown at him. Tino barely even registered that it was a gun as he scrambled to jut his hands forward and catch the barrel of the rifle. The second thing that registered on Tino's radar was irritation. Stupid girl. Obviously she had never handled a gun before, because you just didn't go around tossing them this way and that. Accidents were caused that way through triggered misfires, not to mention the general damage that could come to the weapon if it were banged around too much. Settling to glare at her (Clara was it? He knew her from before... Sort of), Tino's eyes glinted as she poked at his dignity. She had no right to talk like that, as it was his pride that was already hurting. She, as he recalled, had a government job that probably included a cushy salary. He doubted that she'd need to take up a second job, and even if she did, it probably wasn't as degrading as the one that the Fin currently held. His grip upon the weapon in his hands tightened, eyes burning a little at her challenge. She wanted to be given a show? Fine. With narrowed eyes, the Fin glanced down to the tool within his palms. And, like jello sliding off a hot car hood, his anger slipped away. This was... Tino's glare relaxed, the muscles pinching his brow growing smooth as his eyes widened ever so slightly. Resting the butt of the rifle on his thigh, Tino took his left hand and barely, just barely grazed the polished wooden cast of the weapon. A shudder slithered up his spine, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. A sigh then worked its way up and out of Tino's chest as his entire body, coiled with apprehension, loosened as a small smile ghosted his lips. The weapon within his hands was more than just a gun. It was his gun, his token of advancing into manhood, his pride and joy. Lifting the object, Tino sighed once more as the back of the gun pressed comfortably against the muscle of his shoulder. This gun, this article was more than just an inanimate toy. It was an extension of Tino, a piece of his soul that could only be reunited when he raised the gun and stared down its sights. Like a sword was an extension of a samurai's arm, the Sako 85/M Hunter LH was an extension of Tino's passion and determination. He practiced almost every day in his youth with a similar model. This one was newer, a coming of age gift when he turned 18, but it had not failed him yet. Tino's eyes reopened gradually, slowing raising to the chartreuse green of the woman before him. A smile pushed the corners of his lips up further, the raging fire within his soul tamed, but the sparks were still dancing around his abnormal eyes. He flicked open the breech with the twitch of his fingers, noting the fact that the weapon was loaded, before snapping it closed. In one fluid motion, Tino turned on his heel, standing square and balanced to the next humanoid target that had been unmarred. Bang. Tino felt the shot reverberate through his torso, sending shivers down into his stomach as his reunion with the weapon was sealed with a perfectly fired blast. Directly to the head, clear between the eyes. Tino reached for a new cartridge, pocketing two as he popped the used bullet from the barrel. It clinked on the ground only once before another blast echoed through the room. However, this time, Tino wasn't aiming at the paper targets. The light bulb in the corner of the room shattered, sparking out of service as the Fin turned once more, eyes searching for a more challenging, impressive shot. He found it as he dropped to a crouch, now using the sight on the scope to pick out the meticulous details of the other end of the room. He could see the knives, the weights, even the numbers scrawled on the machines with his detailed, 'eagle eyed' vision. He saw what he could shoot, and with the aura of calmness, Tino's mind, thoughts, and emotions all faded into the background. He was alone. There was nothing else in his sights, not Clara, not the hum of the shattered light bulb, not even his terrible day. Inhale, exhale. Tino waited, eyes narrowed, posture straight. Thump thump... Inhale deeply, tight pressure on the trigger. With a gentle release of air, catching between the natural pause between breathing in a breathing out as his heart relaxed after a single beat, Tino squeezed the trigger. The punching bag that had previously been dangling from a rope across the massive gym crashed to the floor, the rope that was suspending it swaying gently with frayed tips. Instead of turning to where the female had been, Tino simply stood and pulled the rifle back as his stance crumpled. Staring at the gun with both hands, he traced the wood contour lines with a gentle fingertip, he realized how much he missed target practice. With one last sigh, Tino let his pent up breath, stress, and frustrations of the day out as he turned to Clara, a small, but genuine smile on his face. This was one of the rare times when Tino Väinämöinen had no words to say other than a breathy “Thank you...”

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[Joselle]

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Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. Finny. Finny. Fin. Okay. This application is probably one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. It made me chuckle and gush--when babby Tino was conversing with his mom, I like teared up because it was so cute. I'm not even kidding. I always told you that your Tino is great. And your Tino is just fabulous. He is an outstanding example of a multi-faceted and developed character. I can't really imagine any other Finland than you and I think I'm just being really biased pff. But you have no ideaa how excited I am to see you around here! We must rp if anything ahhhh or else I'll cry. Ok I'm going to stop here before I go off again. <3 The name is Väinämöinen. Tino Väinämöinen.

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