Name: Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Age: Eighteen Years Old
Gender: Fem
Appearance:
Fin has green piercing eyes that always seem to hold a blazing fire in them. Her green eyes are lined with thick and long black eyelashes. They almost seem to stand out against her pale, porcelain skin. Her raven black hair just barely touches her narrow shoulders. It's chopped in messy curls and curves around her face. The left side of her hair from the part in her hair to the line at the tip of her war and down to her hairline stays shaved. It reveals a large scar that runs diagonally across the blank scalp created by the missing hair. Fin is 5'5" and weighs approximately 138 lbs, just enough to sport soft ripples of lean muscle under her porcelain skin.
Personality:
Her past played her emotions like a fiddle, so Fin is scarce with words and even less with patience or tolerance. Fin comes off as rude, never smiling or talking unless it is necessary or forced out of her. She is, however, a kind hearted soul that is covered in emotional blockages that protect her from letting anyone else harm her. Fin can control her emotions easily, hiding everything behind those sea green eyes. Her anger flares easily and she prefers to resort to violence when that happens. The one thing that let's her control her frustrations is meditation. Become close to Fin and she will protect you or die trying, but stay on her hit lost and she will let you thirst in the desert while she shoots Whiskey.
Magic:
Pyrokinesis- 5
Telekinesis- 3
Healing- 2
Non-Magical Combat:
Hand to Hand (MMA)- 6
Gun (Sniper Rifle)- 4
Support Skills:
Speed (Reaction times/Running)- 3
Luring/Trapping- 4
Attitude/Spunk- 3
History:
Finley was placed in a run-down, abuse orphanage after her crackhead mother couldn't raise her and support her addictive habit both. Fin stayed in this orphanage where she was given a sloppy, non-nutritious meal once a day from 3 year to 12 years old. At 12 Finley escaped, not that the orphanage would come loping for her anyway, and soon found herself desperately trying to find a meal after three days with no food. A teen girl offered her good and safety, so Fin accepted. She was brought to an abandoned factory building and forced to participate in gang-related activities for food, water, and shelter. None of the other gang members slept there, but she had no where else to go. Soon Fin became skilled with the sniper rifle and with her innocent appearance back then she was easy to send know another gang to murder their members.
Fin was essentially an underpaid assassin. One day she laid on her stomach, looking through her rifle scope at a target from her perch ontop of an adjacent building. She heard footsteps fast approaching and turned just in time to see a foot hurling at her with amazing force. They had spotted her and now were dragging her unconscious body to their leader. He collided wit the hard concrete, but couldn't respond to the leader's questions quick enough. He told them to get rid of Fin so the man who had knocked her unconscious picked her up and set her in the back seat of the blacked out car.
He was driving down the small back road when Fin awoke. She slipped her short off slowly, contemplating her plan over and over. She lurched forward and wrapped the short around the driver's neck. He struggled with trying to steer and get her off. Fin kept the pressure and pressed her feet against the back of the driver's seat. Soon the driver went lifeless and before Fin could react the car collided full force into a light pole.
Fin was thrown through the front window, hatter in the glass with her body and landing in a heap of her own blood. The car immediately caught fire and Fin was left to her own defenses. She reached back through the back window to ran her bag before the flames engulfed the entire car.
Fin found refuge deep in the woods. She set up a make shift camp to stay at until she could get to a town in the morning. As she sat next to her small fire he started pulling glass from her pale skin. She ran a hand through her hair to discover three glass shards were embedded in the side of her head. She pulled each one out with a dizzying pain. She collapsed, only to wake in the morning.
The trip I town was long and exhausting hit she made it and went to the library to read upon how to use wild herbs or homemade medicine to treat wounds. She found an odd book and sat down, looking at the strange language before she spoke one out loud and cringed as she felt her skin tug at the wounds over her body. Her bloodied wounds were replaced with scars. She felt through her hair and it too was scared, but so was the hair that had surrounded the wound.
She left, taking the book without a care of whose it was. She tried several more spells before reading about a retreat, an island. She then decided it was where she would flee before the gang members found their partner dead in the burnt car and came after her. She shaved the side of her head to reveal the rest of the long pale pink scar and has kept it that way for the past couple of years as he planned her escape to the island.
Notable Items: The book bundled in a thin blanket, a compact singer rifle that was taken apart into pieces to be concealed in her beg, and some cash and cans of food in her backpack.
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