Finnick Felth

[Bran]

FINNICK

FELTH

AGE

► 36​

SPECIES

► Human​

HEIGHT

► 180cm​

WEIGHT

► 80kg​

EYE COLOR

► Light Blue​

HAIR COLOR

► Blonde​

HOMEWORLD

► Coruscant​

GENDER

► Male​

FACTION

► Hutt Cartel​

LEVEL

► 1​

FORCE SENSITIVITY

► Negatory​

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  Bzzzzzt..
  
  The name's Finnick Felth and I'm making this recording as a reminder to myself of what I have to do and in memory of my loved ones. You're probably expecting my childhood to be some tragic tale of abuse and loss which would justify how I ended up a spice addict, running illegal contraband for the galaxy's worst criminals. It wasn't. In fact as far as childhoods go, mine was fairly pleasant. My parents were simple cargo traders that ferried goods between the core worlds. We weren't wealthy but we certainly weren't destitute. I would stay with my mother on Coruscant while my father would work jobs across the stars. Sometimes, my father would take me on his runs to show me the ropes of transporting goods, all the tips and tricks of the trade. He would put his hand on my shoulder and say, 'One day, this ship'll be yours son and you will soar further than I ever will.' I swore to myself that one day I'd make him proud and fulfill his dream of starting a shipping company.
  
  

  

  
  
  By the time I was sixteen, I knew the ins and out of my father's ship, every the nook and cranny that he used to stash small amounts of cargo to avoid shipping taxes. I had learnt how to pilot the ship without assistance, there would be times where I would even take it for joyrides in an attempt to impress my friends or some pretty girl. To say my father was not impressed would be an understatement but I was just fooling around, I always brought it back safely, not even a dent on the hull.
  
  Not shortly after my eighteenth birthday would I come to see my father falling incredibly ill. Whatever he had, he was no match for. He was bed-ridden within a few months and passed away before the year was out and my mother followed not soon after. I was distraught, all of a sudden I was alone without guidance, an arrow without direction. That was when I met her.
  
  

  

  
  
  Shara, My angel. She pulled me from the brink of my my own self-destruction from the moment she said hello. She cured my shattered being with her words of empathy and compassion. I knew from then on that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Cheesy I know but I'm not one for romantic gestures. She helped me reconnect with my father's words of encouragement and I fired up the newly inherited ship, felt its gentle hum and got to work.
  
  The following years were without a doubt my happiest, Shara and I were married and we were expecting a child. The cargo shipping trade was booming, with a few upgrades and retrofitting to the ship I had started to make some serious credits, it seemed like my father's dream was not far out of grasp. Life was going great.
  
  

  

  
  
  I was a fool to believe that. I was working a big shipment when I heard the news, Shara and my unborn child had been murdered on the streets of Coruscant by the hands of some lowly, desperate scum. In disbelief, I abandoned the shipment and headed straight back to my homeworld. The information was correct, my Shara, my sweet, sweet Shara was gone. The emotional pain I felt from that moment onward was immense and there was no one to comfort me this time. My life spiralled out of control.
  
  I was told of a substance that could numb my despair, spice. I can clearly remember my first fix of that chit. From then on I was a slave to this spice and I could no longer control myself. As a result of my addiction, I quickly fell into a crippling debt with the Hutt cartel smugglers that supplied me with my fixes. In complete and utter desperation I auctioned off the apartment in which I grew up. When that money ran out I sold off my new ship to the Hutts for a measly amount of credits, nothing near her actual worth. I was on my last leg of credits, nothing left in my name to sell off. My mind was just fixed on one thing, the next fix of spice.
  
  

  

  
  
  The Hutts capitalised on my desperation. They offered me a deal, I was to smuggle spice and the occasional weapon for their crime syndicates and in return I would be allowed to keep a minute portion of my cargo, they would even provide a chitty ship for me to do it. It was a dead-end deal, a cycle of depression and fixes to remedy it however I had no other choice, so I accepted.
  
  The other smugglers would come to know me as Finnick Filth, the run-down, desperate piece of bantha poodoo. Nothing more than the lowly scum that had ruined my world. Since then I have had a lot of time to think. I have mulled over the words of both my father and my Shara and I have come to realise something quite profound. As long as I stand and breathe, I am able. I will fulfill my destiny. I will soar further.
  
  bzzzt..
  
  End of recording...
  
  
  
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  Finnick is is well built with broad shoulders and defined legs. He sports a strong jawline covered by a thin beard that extends around his mouth in a short goatee. His eyes are a piercing light blue surrounded by small dark bags a symptom of his continued use of spice. His blonde hair is slicked back and shaven on either side.
  
  He usually dresses in some sort of leather outfit however when he is on a particularly dangerous job he dons a set of outrider scout armour. He prefers to work without the inteference of the helmet.
  
  

  
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  -RUTHLESS: Finnick has nothing left to lose, therefore he is willing to go all the way in order to achieve his goals. Due to this trait, he can be extremely reckless at times and disregard his safety in the heat of the moment. His enemies should know that he will go to unbelievable lengths for vengeance should they do him wrong.
  
  -PERSUASIVE: Finnick can be extremely convincing when need be, this has gotten him out of trouble more once. His bright blue eyes and charismatic grin are a big component of his persuasiveness and likable nature.
  
  RELAXED (HIGH): While under the influence of his spice, Finnick is usually extremely relaxed as his senses are numbed. He is known to be extremely humourous in this state and is prone to laughing fits.
  
  COLD (SOBER): When not trying to persuade someone into helping him or not high from his spice, Finnick is known to be withdrawn and bitter. His language may be vulgar and abusive and he can lose his temper easily.
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  -Outrider Scout Armour
  -"Nerf herder" light freighter
  -1x 4C Blaster Pistol
  -Small stash of spice
  -Pilots Flight Suit

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