Approved Finnian Brightfur

[FinnianBrightfur]

Finnian Brightfur

Gift art of Finny from Swifttail
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Age	13 (Born 1753)
Species	Red Fox
Gender	Male
Size	Medium (for his age)
Build	Scrappy
Rank	Surgeon's Mate

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
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Those who remembered the scrappy young street urchin dashing about Bully Harbor would be surprised to find him a year older, a smidgen taller, and filling out into his frame. His eyes were no longer hollow, and had regained their glimmer of mischief. And yet, some things never changed. The foxkit still wore fairly plan clothes, preferring not to betray his family ties -- and yet, they weren't thread bare. Tucked into his waistband was a plain sheath knife.

PERSONALITY:​

Finn is a cheerful sort, and always tries to find the silver lining even in the toughest of situations. A frown is a rare thing to find on his face, and he enjoys being social and meeting new beasts. Together with a hard work ethic, desire for challenge, and honesty to a fault -- one might even call him a golden child. But like all good foxes, he isn't without mischief. Beware when the honey goes missing in the pantry.

STRENGTHS:

- Quick learner
- Easygoing personality
- Adventurous

WEAKNESSES:

- Tries to carry a lot on his own
- Impressionable

BIOGRAPHY:
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Finn was born out of wedlock to @Alwyn Ryalor and Anabelle in 1753 -- though they were separated long before Finnian was born. Annabelle later married a young officer in the navy, which Finn knew as his father. However, tragedy struck the Brightfurs. In 1760 at age 8, Finn's father was lost at sea in the wreck of the Ambleside. Those who live in Bully Harbor would be familiar with Oliver's Lantern, a memorial built to the crew -- and those who looked very carefully would notice a Mr. Brightfur on the crew. The loss was difficult for Anabelle to handle. Her health declined slowly, and she passed away two years later.

For two years, Finn lived on the street as an urchin, until a chaotic encounter with @Ruffano Quickwhistle and @Cricket sent him scampering aboard the Golden Hide. Discovered as a stowaway, Finn was graciously offered a chance to sign up as crew, and served in the infirmary under @Arthur Barrett on the expedition to Urk. Now, he resides in Bully Harbor, the rest of his story unwritten.

POSSESSIONS / REAL ESTATE:
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A small sheath knife. 3" long, drop point blade, with a thick spine. Definitely not a crude tool, but not ornate either. Just a practical one. Eagle eyed observers would notice a marlinspike tucked in along the spine of the sheath.

A small golden locket his mother kept, with her name on one half, and Alwyn's on the other.

SKILLS:​

Physical	Mental	Social
Jack be Nimble [Proficient] (2) Street urchins are light on their feet, and more slippery than a greased pig.	Field Medic [Proficient] (2) Cuts and scrapes? Finny can patch you up!	Plays Innocent [Proficient] (2) You gotta trust him, look at those eyes! They're so big and blue, he wouldn't hurt a fly!
Quiet Like [Proficient] (2) Street urchins know how to be quiet when they need to.	Skill [Rank] (Points)	Daddy Sang Bass [Trained] (1) Singin' seemed to help a troubled soul! One of these days, and it won't be long, I'll rejoin them in a song...
Tough Little Biscuit [Proficient] (2) He takes a lickin', and keeps on tickin'. Hardier than your average foxkit.	Skill [Rank] (Points)	Skill [Rank] (Points)
Ranged Cullinary Warfare [Novice*] (0) Baddies beware when Finn gets his paws on a pastry. * Willing to contend for Imperium's Finest	Skill [Rank] (Points)	Skill [Rank] (Points)
Total Points in Category: 6	Total Points in Category: 2	Total Points in Category: 3

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'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door
Oh, hard times, come again no more​

 

[Dusk Rainblade]

Approved!