At a young age, Ernest had everything he needed in life. Loving parents, cool older sisters, a nice house. Basically everything a toddler could ever ask for. His father, Hunter Whittaker had been an average construction worker who had to work late shifts but made it a point to come home before his mother prepared dinner. He and the family helped her chop up the vegetables and prepare the table before chowing down together as a family. After, his parents told him bedtime stories and tucked him in for bed. What more can a kid possibly be ask for?
Suburban dreams and family meals felt like ages ago when 4 year old Ernest waited on the couch for his father to arrive home on a Friday night. He had missed the preparations for dinner and his sisters had already started to set the table yet his father was still nowhere in sight. It had came to the point where the Whittakers decided to eat without him, where his mother had promised him that his father had been running late from work and that he would probably come home after dinner. Time told that it wasn't the case, and by the time Nina Whittaker had to tuck her son in bed herself, her husband had yet to arrive.
Ernest was still awake when he heard his mother desperately calling his father's phone. And he was still awake when the sun came up again and his mother called the police. They found his body in a lake shortly after. They never found the culprits who killed his father, their motives, or anything that provided the Whittaker family closure. Ernest was a bit too young to fully grasp the entire situation and the rest of his family was forced to move on and push all the unanswered questions in the back burner, possibly to never be answered in their lifetime.
The Whittakers then had to move to a humble apartment, Ernest sharing a bedroom with his two older sisters until he was brave enough to sleep in the extra room. His mother had to work double shifts as a nurse to provide for him and his siblings. Despite that, time healed all wounds and the Whittaker family always took time to enjoy themselves. Activities like family game night, movie marathons, and taco Tuesday were common practices within the Whittaker household and to Ernest, his family had always been considered to be his best friends. Whenever he got picked on at school he could always look towards his sisters to beat his bullies up and buy him Skittles when they walked home afterwards.
It was his older sister, Ava who introduced him to his love of detectives and mystery after she let him read a Nancy Drew book she borrowed from the library. By the first chapter, he was hooked and he proceeded to borrow her library card to borrow more once he was finished. By the time he was in the fifth grade, Ava was considered to be one of the "outstanding readers" at the library. His mom and other sister Odette also had a hand in enabling fixation by binge watching crime dramas and mystery movies. To no one's surprise, on career day, he wanted to dress up as a detective and absolutely lost his mind when his mother bought him a magnifying glass to complete his costume.
If you ask his now retired mother, you can probably see his old child photos in it. He didn't change out of that costume until bedtime that day. Weird how his everyday attire now counts as a "detective costume". And now looking back at his love for solving mysteries and his childhood, he could see another reason why he wanted to be a detective so badly.
Believe it or not, Ernest was actually pretty popular in high school. Mainly for superficial reasons as he was known to be the resident "pretty boy", eyecandy to fawn over. Most of his "friends" at the time tuned out most of the things he said, opting to enjoy the aesthetics of him moving his pink lips than actually listening to the content of what he was saying. He was always rambling about true crime documentaries and interrogation tactics that just seemed like nonsense to the ears of selfish teenagers.
He never understood the eyerolls he got from his girlfriend at the time whenever he began his tangents until he was in college (he's very dense, I know). Where he so commonly associated fond eyerolls and her shutting him up with steamy make outs to be love and affection turned out to be her literally wanting him to shut the fuck up.
Ernest never really had friends who really clicked with him. Half-hearted party invitations, attending football games, and boisterous lunch tables all felt secure yet unfulfilling. A loser trapped in winner's body so to speak, Ernest was a stereotype academic missing the expected face which unknowingly became his advantage away from bullies. As high school was a cesspool for awful behavior, Ernest was always the guy to break up fights and defend those who were being cornered in the locker rooms. From a young age, Ernest never enjoyed the taste of others being wrongfully treated and he never stood for it.
He was the school golden boy with a heart that kept on giving. That was, until, you test his patience and continued to mess with people.
It was the first and last time his mother ever got called on by his principal to pick him up at his office. She opened the door to her son sitting in the chair in front of the principal's, head down in shame, and knuckles bleeding red. He had apparently lost his cool when a classmate of his had continued to bully a lowerclassmen who recently lost their dad. A verbal dispute between the two suddenly turned to Ernest on top of the other, throwing punch after punch.
His mother placed him into an anger management youth counseling group shortly after and Ernest has done his best to avoid showing that side of himself from that day forward. He soon graduated top of his class after and left petty highschool life behind him.
In the past three years of his 20s Ernest had managed to move out to his own place, accomplish his goal of becoming a detective, and pave a way to a bright future for himself. Heck he even got himself a pet German Shepherd named Pepper. Overall, he was doing well in his early adulthood. That is, if he could finally catch that no-good criminal that he was assigned to catch. He was always one step behind no matter what he did, and all his leads took him to dead ends. Ernest wasn't frustrated, of course not he was simply... inconvenienced. He felt like he was being toyed with, like he was food being played with by a child. But whatever it took, he was going to catch that criminal.
Mark his words.
Charmingly dense would be the book title to Ernest's biography. For a man who has been praised for his academic excellency, he lacked awareness. Batman and Bruce Wayne are the exact same person? No way! Perhaps it was the fact that he was practically blind without his glasses and every few months he would need to get the lenses changed, but Ernest couldn't for the life of himself be able to match a face simply by his eyesight. He's always been the type to piece things together with context clues, details that are seen as irrelevant, and by following a trail. Building a profile to a culprit rather than matching a face to a crime was always the better strategy in his eyes. For a detective, he found himself seeing the best in people, some may call him naïve; Ernest found a way to bring out a kinder side to others. And through that kindness, he often struggled to see the red flags presented by people until he could gather a full profile with damning evidence. Innocent until proven guilty as they say. Unfortunately, he had to use that quote one to many times about previous lovers and questionable choices of friends, as it seems that his naivety had the habit of attracting all the wrong people (not to mention his type normally landed in the roguish type)
Okay but what is a himbo and why does everyone keep calling me that?
It's actually not that hard to get along with Ernest, there was something charismatic to his rambling self and his positive nature. He radiated a friendly, homey feel to him wherever he went which brought people to a calm (a little snarky too, but they appreciated his banter). Even on a crime scene he provided reassurance and support to his colleagues. He was always the guy to bring everyone coffee in the morning and remember the way they liked it. Though when given a case, Ernest had the tendency to fixate on it until its done. A firm believer of quality over quantity, he would take solving one case at a time with all his effort, rather than multi-tasking numerous cases and dividing his focus. It's only ever in his office where you would find him with furrowed brows in thought, friendly smiles briefly put away to emerge himself in finding justice. He's nothing if not persistent, Ernest will sometimes find himself hours out of sleep because of his moralistic demands for the common good. He's made his coworkers a little concerned whenever they found him in his office with a pitcher of coffee and sheets of notes laid out like a mad man. Some have called him the force's golden retriever with occasional feral outbursts.
stubborn, naïve, oblivious, puts too much trust into others, emotion-driven, impatient.
kind, loyal, gives great advice, supportive, charming, academic.
dark brown curls, usually styled back to keep it out of his face as he works. he had the habit of messing it up as he thought though.
pale blue, the color of clear skies on a nice summer day.
Build & Wardrobe.
mesomorph; ernest was not one to waste a gym membership. his body was toned with muscle, as it seemed that some culprits wanted to put up a fight before they got caught and ernest planned on being ahead of them.
ernest liked to dress in smart casual almost always. dress shirts, vests, blazers, slacks, and his wire frame glasses were common items in his wardrobe and layering was a habit if the weather allowed it. if not, he would roll up his the sleeves of his button up and continue on with his day.
Some would argue that being a literal criminal is a personality flaw. Fynn would argue instead that it's a feature and that if you're going to be weird about it, he shouldn't have told you in the first place. When it comes to his moral compass, it's been whacked against the ground hard enough that the needle has begun to spin rapidly like a malfunctioning merry-go-round. See, he doesn't really see the issue with what he's doing; most of the things in museums don't belong there in the first place and it's not as if he's hurting someone. He doesn't even do it for money and instead just likes the thrill, which in his mind he considers more justified in some convoluted way. Despite trying for thrill-value, Fynn is meticulous with planning. Sure, he does a lot of risky things, but only if he thinks them through beforehand. Impulsive choices lead to getting caught and he isn't a fan of being stuck in a jail cell. Over-the-top crimes are only fun if you successfully pull them off.
gimme what I don't got, then I'll grab another!
Outside of his life of crime, Fynn is actually...well, nice might be too strong a word. He's social would be a better way to put it. He loves to strike up a good conversation, especially if its about his own crimes. Inserting himself into the investigation was obviously the perfect next step because of this. He can be charitable in small ways- helping someone pick up their things, catching something before it falls -but if it requires going out of his way to help, it's unlikely he'll do it. He likes to mess with people (see: the fact he joined the detectives working on the case he's the criminal of) and has been known to do practical jokes before. Keeping himself not-bored has always been a pretty high priority, because he can't stand doing nothing. Other than that, he acts like a pretty friendly, albeit nosey, person with a penchant for flirting and jokes.
self-centered, dishonest, holds doing things that are convenient over doing things that are right, not a great 'team player', big risk-taker
short, reddish-brown and wavy. it's always pretty neat, unless he's having a shit day and doesn't bother putting a comb through it.
a cornflower blue.
Build & Wardrobe.
ectomorph; fynn is pretty lean, which he considers a blessing. it's easier to get into small spaces and get out of small spaces if you're built like a slightly-muscular stick. he doesn't bother with the gym, but keeps in decent shape, which is enough for him. he depends more on dexterity and agility over strength anyway.
when not playing detective, fynn keeps it casual. worn t-shirts, jeans, and a solid set of work boots are usually what make up his outfit. he has a beat-up dark brown aviators jacket he's also fond of, but the weather doesn't always allow for that sort of thing. when at 'work'- if you can even consider pretending to be a detective that -he wears a white button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a black tie, along with slacks. he often wears his aviator jacket over this anyway, even if it isn't considered professional. when stealing, outfits vary depending on the heist, but he surprisingly doesn't try to be flashy with it. he may be a fan of taking risks, but he isn't stupid.
novermber 2nd, scorpio.
changing temperatures; fynn can't create fire or ice out of thin air, but he can work with the proper tools to make them. mostly, though, he uses it as work-around for heat sensors and also to keep his coffee hot and his groceries cold.