Finnigan Moss

Role

Underground Signal Courier

Visual Description

Finnigan is a lanky, restless boy, somewhere between 8 and 12. He sports oversized, heavily scratched goggles perpetually perched on his forehead or dangling around his neck. His patchwork denim jacket is a chaotic blend of faded blues, greens, and reds, reinforced with crude stitching and scavenged metal plates. Underneath, a grime-streaked cream-colored thermal shirt is visible. He carries a well-worn sling-shot with a pouch full of steel ball bearings at his hip. His dark, choppy hair is always a mess. One lens of the goggles is cracked, the other is heavily scratched. Wears fingerless gloves.

Personality

Finnigan is a cynical, fast-talking kid who's seen too much for his age. Hyper-alert and always scanning for threats or opportunities, he's a survivor, first and foremost. He's street-smart but distrustful, quick to make judgments but fiercely loyal to those who earn his respect.

Catchphrases

• 'Keep your peepers peeled.'
• 'Time's money, and I ain't got either.'
• 'That's the pits.'

Strengths

• Exceptional agility and parkour skills
• Expert slingshot marksman
• Uncanny ability to navigate the city's underbelly
• Gifted at reading people and situations

Flaws

• Deep-seated distrust of authority figures
• Prone to impulsive decisions
• Difficulty forming lasting relationships
• Hoards useless junk

Backstory

Abandoned at a young age, Finnigan was raised by the streets. He learned to survive by scavenging, running messages for shady characters, and developing an uncanny knack for avoiding the authorities. His reputation as a reliable and discreet courier has made him a valuable asset in the city's underground network.

How They Speak

Finnigan speaks with a rapid-fire cadence, peppering his sentences with street slang and cynical observations. He often uses rhetorical questions and sarcastic humor to deflect emotional vulnerability. His voice is raspy from breathing in polluted air.