finnick ▵ loner

[Finnick]

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finnick.

male ❅ seven moons ❅ loner

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"be careful making wishes in the dark"

name. finnick
nicknames. n/a
gender. male
orientation. hetero
clan. none
scent. mediterranean sea

"can't be sure when they've hit their mark"

apperance.  "...and Finnick's such an amazing physical specimen that even with Mags over his shoulder, we climb rapidly..."

finnick's in good shape and is in possession of a gleaming bronze pelt. he's tall, quite the looker, and has sea green eyes.

personality. charming, mischievous, and surprisingly noble. he can come across off as extraordinarily arrogant but that's mostly just a protective thing. deep down, he's distant and altogether quite indifferent, honestly. quite insecure.

"and besides in the mean, mean time"

abilities. physically fit; can hunt, fight and all those good things, as he was taught from a young age. a very, very good swimmer.

likes. swimming, water, the sea, fish

dislikes. mud

fears. that he'll mess everything up. storms.

relationships.

    mate.
       nope    

    friends.
        nope

    acquaintances. 
        nope

"i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart"

history.
   
not much. i was born to two loners, far away from here, a place near the sea. from those days i remember playing in the shallows, the taste of fish from the ocean, and the call of seagulls. it was, by all definitions of the term, paradise. i miss it every day.

but one morning, everything fell apart. my mother woke me in the morning, flustered and gasping for breath, telling me we needed to go, stringing me up by my scruff and dashing away from the shore. i don't remember much, but i remember one thing very, very clearly; the tang of blood in the air mingled with twoleg shouts and laughs.

i never saw my father again.

she took me far, far away from the sea, traveled for moons and moons on end until one day, she couldn't. i was five moons old at the time. i remember she faltered in her steps and came tumbling down onto the floor, and no matter how hard i tried i couldn't save her. i couldn't even do anything. and i hate myself every day for it.

but i finished what she started and continued to flee, to flee far, far away from the beach and ended up somewhere around here, lost, confused, only five moons old and needing to find a way to fend for myself.

"my songs know what you did in the dark"

unfinished; but in the meantime, oPen to PLOTTING!