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Finley Larken Crest - Details

Born

07 June 4128

STR

12 (1)

DEX

14 (2)

CON

15 (2)

INT

13 (1)

WIS

16 (3)

CHA

12 (1)

Administer

2

Connect

-1

Exert

0

Fix

0

Heal

2

Know

0

Lead

1

Notice

1

Perform

-1

Pilot

-1

Program

0

Punch

0

Shoot

0

Sneak

2

Stab

-1

Survive

0

Talk

2

Trade

1

Work

-1

MAX HP

78

Speed

30 ft

Occupation

Peasant

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Expert

AC

13

Age

32

Species

human

Gender

non-binary


Backstory

Finley Larken Crest hails from the impoverished zone of Meristine , a planet reduced to a barren husk by the relentless expansion of the Red Sun Dominion . With their parents lost to the harsh planetary conditions and oppressive control of the Dominion overseers, Finley learned to fend for themselves from a young age.

They grew up amidst the dust and squalor of Meristine 's forcibly pooled labor camps, witnessing firsthand the exploitation and dehumanization of the Dominion's forced labor. Over time, Finley's resilience won them the respect of their peers, even as they toiled in menial jobs.

When Finely saw an opportunity to join an uprising, they jumped at the chance. However, the uprising was brutually put down, and they barely escaped execution. When they got word of another uprising, a few months later, they reported the activity directly to the RSD, knowing it would just result in another brutal massacre if he allowed them to go through with it.

However, they have not given up on rebellion. Spending time between strenuous shifts, they quietly amass knowledge of the oppressive power structures in place, holding fierce dreams of collective liberation for the oppressed.

Finley recently participated in an insurgent attack on the overseer Station and the Plate Spaceport, winning his freedom from the Red Sun Dominion's conscription in the process.


Description

Finley Larken Crest is of average height but with a slightly hunched posture from years of hard labor. They have short, dark hair that often falls messily around their face, framing determined hazel eyes that observe the world with a mixture of defiance and resignation. Finley's clothing is worn and practical, a patchwork of old fabric pieced together over time. Their hands, calloused and rough, tell tales of the countless fields they have toiled on. A noticeable scar runs along their jawline, hinting at a past scuffle turned serious.
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