Finnegan is a terrifying sight for a halfling. He stands only three feet tall but possesses the thick, knotted musculature of a professional weightlifter. His skin is leathered by sun and scarred by beast claws. His hair is a wild, matted mane of ginger and grey, braided with bird bones and dried leaves. He wears nothing but animal skins and a necklace of humanoid teeth. His eyes are wide, darting, and bloodshot.

Finnegan is a creature of pure, erratic instinct. He views civilized conversation as a pretense of the weak. He speaks in short, guttural barks and often laughs at inappropriate times, particularly when others are in pain. He values the law of the predator and the prey above all else.

Finnegan was once a gentle gardener in a hillside village, known for his prized radishes and quiet demeanor. That life ended when a local lord burned his valley to make room for a hunting lodge. While his kin fled or begged for mercy, Finnegan's mind fractured. He fled into the deep, untamed mountains, where he spent decades in isolation. He did not find peace in the silence, instead he heard the rhythmic, violent heartbeat of the wild. He learned that nature is not kind, it is a meat grinder. He embraced the Bear spirit, not for protection, but for the power to crush those who once crushed him. He eventually returned from the peaks, but he was no longer a halfling. He was a force of nature that had tasted blood and found it sweet. He now roams the outskirts of civilization, an apex predator that preys on the society he once loved. He believes that by destroying the 'artificial' world of cities, he is returning the land to its rightful, bloody state.