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Finn Quill

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7
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Rogue

Finn Quill

Level 7·Male·Medium
Chaotic Good

Species

Half-Elf

Appearance

Finn looks like someone who has spent too long near smoke, salt, and bad company. His narrow face is wind-chapped, his hands are scarred across the knuckles, and a pale burn curls from his left wrist toward his elbow. He moves with a cook's quick economy, turning sideways through doorways and keeping one hand free to catch, throw, or snatch. His clothes hang loose from recent weight loss, yet his shoulders remain wiry and strong. An unexpected softness clings to him, a faint scent of cinnamon and clean wool beneath the grease, because he still washes Mara's old blue scarf every night and sleeps with it tucked beneath his shirt.

Height5 feet 9 inches
BuildLean, wiry, and underfed, with the compact strength of someone accustomed to hauling crates and working over a hot stove
EyesGray-green, with a bright amber fleck in the left iris
HairDark brown, hacked unevenly at the neck, with one copper-streaked lock he refuses to cut
SkinWarm olive with wind-reddened cheeks and a faint scatter of freckles across his nose

Finn speaks in a low, quick voice that rises at the end of practical questions. He clips words when guards are near, then lets them tumble out once safe.”

Ability Scores

STR
10+0
DEX
10+0
CON
10+0
INT
10+0
WIS
10+0
CHA
10+0

Alignment

Good
Lawful
Chaotic
EvilChaotic Good

Distinguishing Features

A pale burn scar spirals around his left wrist.

The tip of his right ear is notched from a knife wound.

His fingernails are permanently stained with saffron, soot, and berry juice.

He wears Mara's blue scarf beneath his shirt as a hidden talisman.

He has a small tattoo of three crossed cooking knives on the sole of his left foot, applied during his brief, foolish attempt to impress the Blackfin Knives.

Voice

A restrained coastal lilt, roughened by smoke and sleeplessness, with warmth returning whenever he talks about home

Clothing

A smoke-stained linen shirt, patched brown trousers, a faded red waist sash, soft boots with one sole partly repaired using sail thread, and Mara's weathered blue scarf hidden beneath his collar

Body Language

Finn keeps his elbows close and his weight forward, as though ready to slip past a closing door. He rubs his burned wrist when thinking, tilts his head toward distant sounds, and rarely lets anyone stand directly behind him. Around Mara, his guarded posture collapses into restless affection, with shoulder bumps, quick embraces, and hands that cannot stop checking whether she is truly there.

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