Finn Macallister
Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2020 8:38 am
Basic Information
Name: Finn Macallister
Aliases: Feeder of Wolves
Gender: Male
Profession: Laborer for hire. Answerer of requests for Vengeance made by the desperate and despondent.
Faction: Finn remains factionless as it stands. Some people who know him are aware he dabbles in Vigilantism and is prone to break local laws to yield the result his path requires him to deliver to those who ask.
Accent: Ffolk, Moonshae Origin
Physical Information
Age: Late twenties (around 27- 28 ish)
Height: 1m85
Weight: 85 Kilograms
Body build: Muscular, broad
Skin type: Rough
Hair style: Messy, brown/dark
Eyes: Steel-hued blue.
Skin: Caucasian.
Body-markings: Finn's face blatantly shows a massive, lightning-bolt shaped scar, from above his left brow to just above the right side of his upper lip. His right eye has a claw-like pattern running over it in a blue/grey Woad tattoo appearance.
Appearance
Finn is a bear of a man to behold. He might have been handsome, if not for the massive scar on his countenance. His blade and armor are kept in pristine condition, his beard well kempt. His hair is kept somewhat short, but always appears messy in a "I really do not care" manner.
The man has eyes akin a steeled blue hue. The man, if and when angered, stares full blades, rather than daggers, with them.
On underside of his neck, one can see traditional Woad tattooing, it evidently runs further down underneath his clothing. When wearing his worker clothes, his arms show more of this intricate art and his left, lower arm reveals a branded -S-
Personality
Complex
Finn appears carefree and wild at first. This is what most people tend to see. Once a person gets to know him, one might very well discover a man who is rather in touch with his own feelings, despite running wild to bring Three Thunders rolling where this is needed.
Finn can be utterly simple in reasonings on topics one moment, only to bring forth complex thoughts and reasonings to contradict himself and admit the contradiction. Referring that there are always two sides to -The- coin.
Only those that -really- manage to get close to him, are rewarded with an unapologetic honesty and vulnerable state.
Shy around women
For a towering, brooding, working class warrior who makes a stand for the struggling ones in society...the man can turn into a shy, helpless kitten when women show interest in him and fluster.
Caring and loyal in friendships, Witty
Once Finn deems someone worthy as friend, the man will run to the Hells and back for them. There is no question to his loyalty, once a person has earned that from him. He will go an extra length to let them know he thinks of them and cares about them.
Secretive
When people who are not close to him begin to poke and delve. The man will avoid answering in a playful manner.
Closet Party Animal
When enough drink roars through his veins, the man has no shame when it comes to performing the dancing his kin can do. The man can certainly reveal a carefree side then and when together with friends, create a solid memory for years to come and laugh about.
Reckless/Relentless
Finn appears to rather enjoy getting into the thick of danger and at times, ignites in a state of combat-high which may remind people of how berserkers fight.
Deep, cultural roots
His Woad tattoo's and Warrior-Poet manners are a side he only shows to those he knows fairly well, but when he does, it is easy to see there is pride and deep respect for the ways of his people, along with a hidden struggle.
Impulsive, Spontaneous humor
If and when the man feels accepted by others, the man is easily provoked to engage in impulsive and spontaneous behaviour.
Agency
Finn will leave a conversation when his boundaries are not respected, or, become downright angered when his voice is ignored in matters.
Items of note
Claíomh Geis "Oathbound Blade"
Claíomh Geis appears as a mundane Claymore styled blade. It's hilt has Woad-styled engraving. It is the sole memory he has of his Clan after their village ended up pillaged and burned by pirates.
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This armor is evidently a mix betwixt human and elven craft. It is no mithral, but does not appear to be a full plated set either. The set appears to allow the man to move his arms in ample freedom to wield the blade of his choice. Alas, this technique does incur many open spots in the man's defense, notably pit of arms and flanks. The plate on chest leaves little to the imagination of what path this man follows, as Twin faced coin of Hoar is engraved in it's centre.
Soil's Silence
Within gambeson, close to where the man's heart would beat it's strong drum. Was sewn a small, hidden pocket. Within, only there for his grasp, resided a furled note containing a poem.
There's deer upon the mountain
There's sheep along the glen (Along the glen)
The forests hum with feather
But where are now the men?
Here's but my mother's garden
Where soft the footsteps fall (The footsteps fall)
My folk are quite forgotten
But the nettle's...
But the nettle's over all
The friends are all departed
The hearth-stone is black and cold
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old
The friends are all departed
The hearth-stone is black and cold
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old
The friends are all departed
The hearth-stone is black and cold
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old
The friends are all departed
The hearth-stone is black and cold
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old
O! black might be that ruin
Where my fathers dwelt so long
And nothing hide the shame of it
The ugliness and wrong
The cabar and the corner-stone
Might bleach in wind and rains (Wind and rains)
But for the gentle nettle
That took such a courtier's pains
The friends are all departed
The hearth-stone is black and cold
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old
The friends are all departed
The hearth-stone is black and cold
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old
The friends are all departed
The hearth-stone is black and cold
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old
The friends are all departed
The hearth-stone is black and cold
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old
Background
Finn's past is shrouded in a veil of secrecy, loss and sorrow. If at all sharing it with people, they often learn that he was born and raised in a small, coastal village on Flamsterd.
Mostly wasteland due to the competing mages, the hardy Ffolk living on the isle made do with what they had in simple, Clanner life.
Finn, if sharing, would reveal his town was raided by pirates. The Elderly burned in their barricaded homes, the younger people taken as slaves either for trade or use upon deck. Finn explains he managed to escape with fellow slaves during a storm, but that the ship broke upon the rocks and he ended up reaching foreign shores.
Finn claims that an older, grumpy man once caught him while trying to steal a loaf of bread, sent him to the ground with a singular punch when Finn attempted to strike him and that after being reprimanded in public and thwapped against the back of his head, was offered a hand to stand up and follow the man, who'd become a mentor and father figure of sorts.
Finn's tale, if sharing, hints at him training under this grouchy man and chose to practice his skill with sword further, combining the prowess of a Woad with the cunning of his mentor, before he sailed back to Flamsterd and visit the ruins his kin once called home and lived upon. It was within a ruin, underneath rubble, where he found a lockbox that somehow was not found by pirate hands, nor suffered damage from the blazing fire. Within, lay a Claymore-styled blade, simple in it's appearance, which he then took as heirloom to set off with in his journey for Vengeance, vowing to find the pirates responsible for this wrong and kill each and every single one of their crew.
Poetic Justice Incarnate
Whenever Vengeance is warranted, the guilty uncovered with proof in his hand, Finn may deliver it with wry irony or bring death upon the cretin. The man seldom did sang, but when about to confront the guilty...with hammer and anvil of irony or dressed in ritualistic mask of murder, these words were sung from the man's lips
Potential Plot Hooks/Goals
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