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xxxxxUsername;; MimiBitz
xxxxxName;; Finnick
xxxxxNickname;; Finn
xxxxxGender;; Male
xxxxxAge;; 22 years old
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History;;xxxxxUsername;; MimiBitz
xxxxxName;; Finnick
xxxxxNickname;; Finn
xxxxxGender;; Male
xxxxxAge;; 22 years old
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Finnick had a okay past, while his family were trained assassins or something
the lines of that he remained optimistic and never truly seemed to give up at a
task at hand. As a kid he was quick on his feet and never slowed down, because of this he was called the "The fast fury" he is so proud of the nickname he even talks about himself in third person. Through his kid years he had a hard life but It never phased him, his parents wanted to live their life through him and often made sure he wasn't doing something they wouldn't do. It annoyed him to no ends but besides that he looked past it and tried to ignore it. By the time he was thirteen he decided he could do better on his own and decided to emancipate. His parents hated him for this but he's keeping his high. He actually had a very steady life, even when the apocalypse happened. He was around sixteen or so when it happened. Sure it's your every day apocalypse, but to him it was life or death. He learned the ways of being quiet and living on his own. Trusting people isn't an option for him. As he did live in some groups he realized one thing, everyone just...Died.....Passed....Turned, whatever you want to call it. He was dead set on living on his own until he met Zoey, a little girl around ten living on her own. He helped her learn how to live in the world the now call home, it wasn't before long that she was a fighting machine. He is still very proud of her even as years pass. They work together to make sure each has enough weapons and food to eat. As a small girl living in a apocalypse zombiefied world she has seen her fair share of horrible things. This has caused her to have trust issues and never almost cold. Finnick has grown fond on the younger girl and wouldn't let anyone or anything harm a hair on her little head. As he grows a older each year he knows what he needs to do each and every day. Nothing goes without a plan. He's learned this because of the scars on his hands/paws which he covers with bandages so he doesn't have to look at them. Overall he's optimistic and tries to look ahead of things. While he seems like someone who believes anything do not be fooled, he is a wolf in sheeps clothing and can be aggressive. Be careful around him is what the lesson seems to be, just be warned with him. Finnick knows from right and wrong from past experiences and often remembers the bad choices he has made and because of this he's very careful and knows when to stop and be calm.
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By coelagirl
Personality;;
Finnick is many things, he could be considered bipolar actually due to his mood swings. One of his personality traits that everyone knows the most is his optimism, in a bad situation he usually is one to be the ray of sun in the dark tunnel. While this is one of his good traits with good there is always bad. He's a wolf in sheeps clothing, he has major trust issues and can be bitter at some points. Who can blame him though? While he keeps a clear level head everyone snaps at some point and all the bad choices he made when the apocalypse hit him pretty hard. He can get snappy and has a bad temper sometimes. It's best to let him fume somewhere alone when this happens. Finnick is a fatherly and always tries to help in any way he can. He was the dad friend in the pre-apocalypse and always was one to be prepared, this hasn't changed and people get annoyed about it, Besides Zoey of course. Finally Finnick is a smart person, street smart actually ever since he emancipated he had to be. Being dumb wouldn't get you anywhere this came in handy by the time the apocalypse happened so he's more than ready. He knows when to shut up and listen and not be the loud one to get people killed.
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More about Finnick;;
People often wonder, what else is there to know Finnick? Well you've just scratched the surface, Finnick is a young man, the age of twenty two, he was born August 1st, 1995. He is a tall man at the height of 6'2, with mocha cream skin and piercing orange eyes. His hair is usually a messy quiff since he doesn't give two cents about his hair and would rather care about surviving. He doesn't care about anyone but Zoey and people who gain his trust. Earning his trust is alot harder than it looks, having trust issues because of mistakes he made as a stupid teenager right when the apocalypse happened. Finnick keeps a checklist of every single supply they have so he can tell if anyone stole their stuff. He wears bandages around his hands to hide the scars he has because he is self conscious of them. His bandanna is a part of the group he and Zoey made, because they are a duo they make sure not to allow many people to join them. He uses mud and other things to blend in so people and the undead can't see or scent him. His eyesight is very sharp and can see far, almost perfect vision since he never watched much tv. Finnick is best with axes, knives and other sharp objects, guns aren't his strong suit.
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Relationships;;
Finnick doesn't know alot of people due to them being killed off by the undead. The few he knows he rarely trusts, while others he could trust them with his life.
Ryland and Finnick are old friends before the apocalypse happened, his friend since he was a younger kid. He found him in a group when he and Zoey were searching for supplies. Finnick was in tears and Ryland thought he had died. Ryland after a week decided to join their small group and hasn't though otherwise ever since.
Zoey, the first kid he found when it all happened. It was months after it started and he was surprised that she had made it that far. Over the time they have been living and working together Finnick started to see her as a daughter and would do anything for the little kid and so would Zoey.
Noah and Finnick don't really see eye to eye, they have been friends during the apocalypse but Finnick still doesn't truly trust him yet. He almost seems....Fake? He can't place his finger on it, but Noah knows what he's doing in a apocalypse, he even ties his ears up so they don't get in the way. Smart kid.
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By Kyar
First encounter with a walker;;
Finnick's first experience with a walker was not a good one, he was sitting on top of a roof. Let me tell you the story of what happened. Finnick took a drag from the cigarette angrily, puffing out he lifted a arm to comb through the birds nest he calls his hair, he heard screaming down somewhere in the city. He ignored it thinking someone was mugged, this happened too much. He sighed and stood up looking below, more screaming, as Finnick gazed down with his piercing orange eyes caught something truly horrible. Someone bit someone else tearing into the soft flesh, not knowing what to do he stuck his hand in his pocket searching for the knife. Dropping the cigarette and stepping on it he shoved the knife in his teeth and headed for the ladder ready to stop the person until he heard a loud noise which could only be described as a feral animal ready to attack for food, like it hadn't eaten in weeks. He turned around wit a glare knife in hand and his eyes widened, the pigment on it's skin...the clear milky gaze it held with him...Jaws agape. It lunged for him quickly, he jumped just out of the way. He swung for the what once was clearly human and missed. It swing again trying to grapple onto him with it's long limbs. "Damn what the hell is with you? What are you?!" He spat out before landing a hit in the middle of it's eye, he gasped heavily looking at the damned thing. What was it? It nearly hurt him, good thing he was living in the city and knew how to take care of people attacking him. It groaned out pathetically as it crumbled into a bloodied heap. Grabbing his knife he heard more groaning and banging on the door he came through when he first sat up here. More seemed to be coming. "To hell with this" he grumbled and heading towards the ledge of the roof, he was close enough to jump onto the next roof. Shoving the knife closed he gripped it firmly in one hand and launched himself off. Whatever this was. He wasn't going to die. Not yet.
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Likes and Dislikes;;
Finnick is not picky because he has the motto "Take what you can, staying alive is all that matters here. We've got not time to be pick cause you disliked it." but before any of this happened everyone disliked and liked stuff. Here are all of Finnick's likes and dislikes:
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Finnick's Scars;;
Finnicks scars is a topic he doesn't want to talk about. People have always assumed what they were and when he got them. He hates them being brought out and would snap at whoever brings the scars up stupidly, here's the real real of how and when he got the scars:
Finnick was sitting on top of the RV, it was early dawn now and he had to be on the lookout. The walkers were getting closer every day, a mile or so behind then. That's not enough distance for them to be safe" he said aloud watching a nearing walker through binoculars, climbing down the rv with his knife in mouth he headed towards the walker. Quickly ending it's march to end human race then and there he headed towards the group, they were huddled in a small uneven circle. "They're nearing we have to go." a few complaints and grumbles but slowly they trudged into their cars they took. Suddenly a loud scream erupted from a area around half a mile away. "Damn it!" he spouted out climbing atop the RV again and looking through the dusty binoculars, a group member struggling to get the area they once were. "Why did they wander off, damn." a scream from inside a car "Hayley!" Hayley's husband was trying to get out and save her. Deciding the best for the group he ran over to her fending off the zombies, Hayley was almost there until another scream came. She was bit and killed. Shaking his head hiding a single tear running down his face he ran down the long dirt road avoiding the walkers that were closing in. Jumping in the RV, Finnick screamed "DRIVE", whoever was driving complied and he sat down almost falling cause the speed they were going. After a good ten minutes of sitting there head in his hands they stop. A loud slam outside caused him to look up. He saw Hayley's husband in a blind rage "YOU GOT HER KILLED. YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER!" Finnick looked at him in shock "Th-this isn't my fault. She got bit." The man had no say and threw him on the ground pulling out his knife and cut his hands angrily, he was screaming but Finnick couldn't hear what he was saying. He fainted, a few hours later he woke up in a crumbled heap on the ground. He was bandaged and his hands looked odd, covered in bandages. He sighed and got up ignoring the pain it took to do that. He waited a few days till he peeked at the scars, he would have the guilt and scars for as long as he lived. Finnick sighed and covered his face in shame.
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Finncks Home For The Time Being;;
Finnick's current home isn't too fancy, on the contrary it's a large trailer park. His current group actually lives there too, he and Zoey keep a good distance from everyone because they don't really trust them. They live in a small trailer that has twp pull out beds, a very camped kitchen and a small bathroom. Just enough for the necessities they need to survive and that's all they need. They have stayed there for a good three months and not a walker for a good month. The group is thinking of settling but Finnick is unsure if they should stay or leave.
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