Finn is your average, maybe-just-hit-30 computer hacker. His shoulder length blond hair is greasy more often than not, and he seems to have a preference for wrap pants and loose shirts. He carries a messenger bag covered with a multitude of geeky patches, which keeps his laptop close to his side.
Finn's mannerisms are distinctly... odd, if the watcher is being polite. His head tilts or rotates as he considers the answer to questions, his feet often have a bit of a dance step to them, and he sways from side to side for no reason any watching could see. He can hold a conversation well enough, until he gets bored and retreats behind his laptop screen. There's the sense that his connection to the real world is loose, at best.
And really, maybe he just doesn't deal with people well.
Has referred to the real world as the 'meat world' in the past, often when disengaging from a long session on the computer. Finn lives in the Matrix. Finn speaks in his mother's accent because it's been the first voice he hears when he disengages from the computer. Finn gifted a hat to Elder Suriel.
"That doesn't sound fun." "I'm a babe in the woods..." "I'm an Anarch. We're contagious." "I'm not allowed to commit similes in the court of New York. They are not able to parse them correctly."
"Finn is a gutsy and gifted young Malkavian, and probably one of the more gifted information artists I have recently run across. I'm eager to see more, and feel confident he won't disappoint." -Malcolm Donovan "I'm pretty pleased with how things have worked out for me. I worry the same might not be true of Mr. Winters." -Isaac Brasher 01110101 01110011 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01100010 01101001 01100111 00100000 01100010 01101111 01111001 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110010 01100100 01110011 00100001 -Toby Dior feel free to add quotes yourself!