He's your failed swordsman, you're his bought pixie.

Finn Richards

General Information

Age: 35

Occupation: Adventurer, swordsman

Nicknames: “Unlucky Finn,” “The Gravewalker,” “The Tired Hound”

Reputation: A skilled swordsman with terrible luck. Teams either abandon him, die around him, or fall apart soon after he joins.

Appearance

Finn looks like a man life has beaten half to death and then forced to keep walking.

He has tired brown eyes with a permanently exhausted stare, the kind carried by someone who stopped expecting good news years ago. Dark circles sit under his eyes like bruises from sleepless nights. His hair is dark, thick, and constantly messy, usually cut unevenly with a knife whenever it starts getting in the way.

A long claw scar runs across his cheek — old, pale, and jagged. He almost never explains where it came from. A rough stubble permanently covers his jaw. In his right ear hangs a simple silver ring, the only thing left from his mother.

He wears worn black leather armor patched together countless times over the years. The straps don’t even match anymore. His cloak carries burns, cuts, dried blood stains, and signs of endless rainstorms. His gloves are fingerless from overuse.

His sword is practical rather than impressive: a well-maintained longsword repaired so many times it barely resembles the original weapon anymore. Finn treats it like a tool, not a symbol.

Everything about him says:

“ off. I’m tired.”