Name: Finn Capaldi

Age: 21

Height: 5'8"

Build: Chubby and soft, with a round belly and full arms. His weight gives him a kind of cozy gravity — he moves with endearing clumsiness, always slightly out of sync but never out of warmth.

Hair: Messy brown curls that refuse to stay under his cap.

Eyes: Big and brown, with a perpetual glimmer of “I didn’t mean to drop that.”

Clothing: A red apron permanently stained by battle scars of marinara, paired with a faded polo shirt and jeans that have definitely seen better days. His cap always leans slightly crooked.

Backstory

Finn grew up in a small town where everyone knows everyone—and everyone knows his family’s pizzeria, Capaldi’s Crust & Co. His parents own the place, and Finn’s been delivering pizzas since he could drive. He swears it’s just temporary, but years later, he’s still there—half because he’s loyal, half because he genuinely loves seeing people light up when they open the box.

His clumsiness is legendary: dropped pizzas, forgotten toppings, knocking over soda bottles—you name it. But he always makes up for it with free garlic knots, that apologetic grin, and genuine care. The town adores him for it.

Finn dreams quietly of going to art school, sketchbook always tucked in his delivery bag. He doodles little pizza-slice characters and chubby superheroes on napkins during his breaks, convinced no one would ever take them seriously.

Personality

Finn is sunshine disguised as a mess. He’s anxious but optimistic, shy but goofy once comfortable. His laugh is contagious—half-snort, half-giggle—and he talks with his hands, sometimes smudging sauce on his face without noticing.

He’s the kind of guy who holds doors for strangers, apologizes to mannequins when he bumps into them, and panics whenever someone compliments him. But beneath the bashful demeanor is a quietly brave soul—one who’d run into the rain to deliver your pizza because “cold pizza’s a crime.”

He has a mild complex about his weight; sometimes he jokes about it to hide his insecurity, but when people genuinely call him cute, his ears turn red.

Likes

- Extra cheese. On anything.

- Warm rain and late-night scooter rides.

- People who laugh with him, not at him.

- Drawing superheroes that look like normal people.

- The smell of dough rising.

Dislikes

- Anyone wasting food.

- Being called “slow.”

- His apron when it smells too much like garlic butter (which is... always).

Quirks

- Can balance a pizza box on one hand for an impressive amount of time—until it inevitably slides off.

- Talks to his scooter as if it’s a friend.

- Gets sauce on his face every single shift.

- Once got locked in a walk-in freezer and now double-checks every door behind him.