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finn’s early life is marked by catastrophe and survival. as a child he lost his parents and his village to a violent attack, barely escaping with his life. for a time, he lived alone in the forest, learning to hunt and fend for himself, the trauma of his loss shaping him in ways that would follow him into adulthood.he was eventually found by a hierophant of a lesser deity, who took him into the church and raised him as his adopted son. under the hierophant’s guidance, finn learned ritual, faith, and leadership, and was given a name that would later become fionnbarr “finn” ceocháin. he briefly succeeded the hierophant as head of the church, raising and teaching the children under his care. but despite his efforts, the people he had nurtured turned against him, and he was exiled from the church.after his exile, finn became a vigilante of sorts, seeking to recover and protect the artifacts of the deity he had once served despite his fallout with the remaining followers of her. over time, he gathered others who were displaced, restless, or gifted, forming a coven dedicated to protecting supernaturals and reclaiming their place in a world growing increasingly hostile. his leadership was magnetic; many of those in the coven came to idolize him, and the group quickly took on the structure and devotion of a cult.his life is defined by loyalty, loss, and the pursuit of purpose, beyond the expectations of those who has left or abandoned him, and he continues to shape the world around him through his vision.

MUN PSA: if you wish to learn his story through interactions and still have some idea on who he is like, i suggest skipping to verses as most of what you'll read for the rest of this dossier will be 1. his lore he rarely shares with others, 2. flavor text for his vibes and how i think he’s to be perceived by others.  BACKSTORY   in the village of mirewillow, where time moved like a quiet breath and the earth itself seemed to hum with ancient magic, a boy was born beneath an indifferent sky. this place, nestled in the shadow of sevrin city and cradled by the vastness of valdrheim, was a sanctuary of an otherworldly kind. a fae enclave untouched by greed or vanity. here, desire was a whispered secret, selfishness a forgotten sin. . . . from the beginning, the boy’s gaze lingered too long on things others passed by without notice. in the delicate balance of the village’s perfection, he felt a fracture inside—he felt like the fracture itself. a restless whisper he couldn’t quite name. while others moved as one with the quiet rhythms of the earth and the old ways, he felt an echo of something else, a doubt threading through his veins like cold water. . . . he grew restless, driven by a need he could not articulate, wandering beyond the village boundaries, drawn by the promise of answers. the years stretched thin like the pages of a worn book, until one day the librarian lucius, a shadowed figure with eyes like ink, pressed into his hands a tome. old, heavy, and bound in cracked leather. the letters inside twisted like thorny vines, impossible for him to decipher. the librarian’s voice was low, almost secretive: only your father could read this language, only he would unlock what lies within and give you an answer. . . . when he brought the book home, the world shifted. shadows long and terrible seeped from the pages, ancient evils sealed away now awoken. they came without warning. darkness with teeth and claws, and tore through the fragile peace of his home. his father fell first, silent and still beneath the cold sky. his mother, fading, clutched him close even as fire tore through the night, telling little starling to run away. though he hesitated, a searing pain bloomed in his side—a fire that burned through flesh and hope alike. her voice, trembling but fierce, urged him to run again. . . . and so he ran. . . . into the sylvarum, where the trees whispered secrets in a language older than humans. there he learned to live among shadows and hunger, driven to acts that stained his hands with the unthinkable. survival was a brutal teacher, and the boy, once lost, became something else entirely. . . . it was there that edric ceocháin found him—hierophant of a forgotten deity, a man wrapped in mysteries and the weight of the divine. edric took him in without question, calling him princess astra, a name that carried on even after the starling changed who he was. beneath the vaulted ceilings of a hidden church, among children whose laughter was a balm to one’s soul, the young starling found a new kind of belonging. . . . expeditions into forgotten lands followed, quests for lost relics and promises. through the slow days, edric claimed him not just as ward but as son. in time, finn shed the remnants of who he once was, stepping into the name that felt like the slow unfolding of a long-held truth. . . . but the road was never smooth. when edric fell, claimed by the very darkness he sought to tame, the mantle of hierophant settled heavily upon finn’s shoulders. the congregation’s eyes hardened, whispers curling like smoke in cold air. soon, the boy who had once been a prince to them was cast out, exiled to wander once more. . . . alone, beneath the indifferent stars, finn became something fierce, a shadow that moved through the night, a vigilante in a world that had no place for him. and from the shards of broken trust and lost faith, he forged a new sanctuary. a coven, bound not by blood but by the light of shared defiance.

  PERSONALITY   finn is characterized by a lust for life, as opposed to his aloof & weary countenance; possessing a vivacious, playful demeanor that thrives in ludicrous circumstances. he is a clever man, albeit haughty in regard of his intelligence and his sense of discernment, and finds pleasure in laughing at or ridiculing the follies of others. . . . during his downtime, finn prefers to pursue his own interests. however, following a particular incident, he has become fastidious and somewhat wary of others, despite maintaining gracious manners. he tends to be withdrawn and reserved, harboring numerous secrets that could potentially endanger both himself and those around him. nevertheless, finn is capable of wearing his heart on his sleeve, displaying sentimental and mischievous impulses. he frequently employs grandiose and verbose rhetoric in his speech, though he may echo the contemporary slang and let loose at times. . . . while fundamentally remaining the same, for integrity is important to him, finn has shown a newfound compassion and patience towards people with similar interests as him, be it spirituality or ideals. those familiar with his sharp tongue may notice that he makes a conscious effort to hold back and take a moment before responding, instead of immediately taunting them when they exhibit foolish behavior. some refer to this change in demeanor as his "customer service persona," while others believe it is a side of him that only sincere friends are privileged to witness. . . . he often succumbs to wanderlust and possesses a false courage that masks a hidden madness. little is known about this aspect of his personality, as he rarely allows others to accompany him on his adventures. according to finn, he views people as burdens, increasing the likelihood of a "fiasco" during his quests.

  APPEARANCE   finn possesses a svelte physique, accentuated by his long, layered and bleached hair, fair but warm complexion adorned with freckles, and pale blue eyes. despite his striking features, he often appears chronically tired due to his natural resting expression. what sets him apart is his inherently androgynous appearance, which adds to his innate charm. hidden within the voluminous locks of his hair, one may notice the coal-like black roots subtly intertwined with the golden tresses that follows, a detail that is easily missed given his tall stature. . . . his face is defined and chiseled, yet possesses a softness that beckons to be touched and admired. the most captivating aspect of his countenance lies in his piercing eyes, which have a droopy quality that adds a touch of allure. finn's lips, plump and dainty, bear a brick-red hue. his hands, meticulously cared for, are clean and bony, showcasing an elegance that extends to his overall appearance. while his body modifications remain seamlessly integrated and imperceptible to the untrained eye, keen observers may detect the presence of white rune-like tattoos that grace his skin, particularly when they emit a faint glow. . . . his ears are subtly pointed, shaped like delicate leaves, though they often remain concealed within the tufts of his hair unless he wishes to showcase them. he then uses them to be manipulative if they are more visible than usual.notably, branching burnt tissues adorn his torso, stretching from his abdomen to his right shoulder, serving as a poignant reminder of a past incident that never fully healed. . . . finn's fashion choices are a testament to his individualistic tastes, rarely seen in the same outfit twice. his style pays homage to tanbi kei aesthetics, combining elements of preppy fashion with a touch of haute couture. this fusion of styles is a balance between simplicity and exaggeration, uniqueness and familiarity, creating an overall impression of modesty and approachability that surrounds him like a regal aura. though, he may try new styles from time to time, or choose to lean into simplicity more.

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( note: not in order of importance or how often i write in those verses. primary means most people will get that version of him, and the rest is self-explanatory. in addition, all of his verses take place from when he is 19 and above. an event where he was, let's say, got hit by a curse to become younger won't happen, and any writings alluding to his youth will be strictly solo writings and anecdotes that took place in the past. finn is an adult through and through in all interactive depictions of him. )  ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE, PEOPLE’S DARLING    : alternative modern verse, primary.( default for loosely mundane, general fantasy, and/or sci-fi verses [a.k.a. sci-fantasy]. ) idol profile can be accessed through this link. an idol, once a household name, carefully cultivated and endlessly adored; his public-facing warmth, polished charm, and an image built to feel intimate without ever being reachable. he knew exactly when to smile, when to speak, and when to remain silent, trained to read rooms as easily as cameras. beneath the approachable persona lied someone observant and guarded, accustomed to being watched and measured. fame taught him how to belong to everyone while remaining quietly his own. as of 09.XX.20XX, he has left the industry.in the wake of his departure, he is preparing to open a small specialty shop—an esoteric bookshop that doubles as a library, with a botanical apothecary and flower arrangements worked in alongside it. the shelves favor second-hand volumes as much as new ones; the counters are crowded with preserved flowers, herbs, and curious objects that pass through his careful hands before reaching others. an unhurried work, built to be taken slowly rather than his craft being commodified—a return to who he once was before the limelight.  ORIGINAL UNIVERSE, CHAPTER ONE: HYMNAL STANZA    : high fantasy, shaman, tertiary.( default with other high fantasy muses. ) he moves through untamed wilds as a sentinel, every step as a quiet act of worship and fierce resolve. prayer lingers on his lips, but beneath that burns an unyielding fire—faith and defiance entwined in a sacred dance. he is a guardian, entrusted with secrets and unafraid to break rules when the cause demands it. those who cross his path find a figure who balances fragile beauty with raw intensity, moving with purpose through perilous quests, embodying ritual and bold defiance. defined by his spiritual depth and restless will, he carries the weight of unseen oaths and walks the line between light and shadow.  ORIGINAL UNIVERSE, CHAPTER TWO: THE ARCANUM OATH    : modern fantasy, coven leader, secondary.( default with other modern fantasy muses. ) in any gathering, his presence commands attention without effort. radiant, poised, and unshakably confident. beneath the polished exterior lies a mind sharp as a blade, endlessly calculating and aware of the fragile threads holding fragile alliances together. those who know him recognize the subtle charm that masks a core of steel, a leader who is both the heart and backbone of his gathered family. his calm demeanor can shift swiftly to quiet authority, demanding loyalty as he balances vulnerability and control. to his followers, he is someone who inspires devotion, maintains order with quiet strength, and holds secrets close beneath a captivating exterior.  ORIGINAL UNIVERSE, ENDING ONE: FORMIDABLE AZURE FIRE    : undead, yohan.( plot-locked. ) sharp-tongued and fiercely independent, moving with an unpredictable, restless edge that unsettles even those who think they understand him. beneath his cold, calculating gaze burns a fire of bitterness. nothing left of who he used to be, a presence forged in pain, betrayal, and hardened scars both visible and hidden. he uses others as tools in a game only he fully comprehends, trusting no one and always watching for weakness. one must be prepared for an unrelenting force shaped by loss and karmic burdens when dealing with him. he is someone whose sharp edges both protect and isolate, a volatile spirit forever caught between vengeance and self-preservation.  ORIGINAL UNIVERSE, ENDING TWO: FREE THE FRAIL    : ascension, godhood.( plot-locked. ) description to be added.  ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE, WHERE THIS FLOWER BLOOMS    : academic verse.( available to plot. ) by his second year, the heartthrob of the comparative literature major and music theory classes has become a familiar name on campus—liked easily, spoken about often, and never fully understood despite many flocking to him for a crumb of attention. a bright and exemplary student with an impression of effortlessness, playful in conversation, and sharp on the page. his work circulates ahead of him, earning him a reputation for talent for lyrics find their way to him like river finds its path. despite his popularity, there is always a sense of distance, of something he kept his own; impact that lingers long after he’s gone.  ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE, HEAVENLY VALENTINE    : concubus verse.( event-locked / portrayed over at astrifervatum. ) an oddity even by infernal standards. meant to thrive on desire, yet hopelessly bad at feeding through sexual intimacy. instead, he draws what little energy he gets from quieter forms of it: shared warmth, lingering touches, closeness that asks for nothing more. the result is a concubus who is perpetually low on energy, prone to drowsiness, and more likely to nap than tempt. affectionate, a little awkward, and far from dangerous, he survives on comfort more often than conquest.  ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE, THE SUNWALKER    : merman/lemurian verse.( event-locked / portrayed over at astrifervatum. ) born of warm currents and ancient tides, he, who walks the surface amongst humans. luminous in motion, he carries a pull, an invitation. sun seems to favor him, its light catching along fins and skin alike, turning even stillness into spectacle. he does not need to hunt for attention; for it drifts toward him, drawn by his beauty. the sea remembers those who answer his call.  ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE, YOUNG MAN BUILT TO FALL    : (wu/xian)xia/gufeng/ancient china verse.( event-locked, available to plot. ) known as wu guìlì 武奎理, born to lesser royalty and raised within the strict geometry of court and sect alike. he does not live as the rest of the court does, nor does he mirror their rigidly regal mannerisms unless required for ceremony or public display, carrying his sense of dignity more naturally when left to his own devices. despite this distance, he remains a highly trained soldier, disciplined, capable, and shaped by years of martial instruction that have not been revoked alongside favor. most days find him far from the inner halls, tending an otherwise neglected garden at the outer edge of the royal grounds, a place lightly guarded and easily forgotten. there, he exists in quietude, kept alive not out of familial affection, but for lineage and tradition. neither exiled nor embraced, he remains a living ornament of the family name, preserved for formality while allowed to fade from relevance.