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Finn
Finn
Not the most remarkable guy, aside from his mane (makes him a the perfect guy to eavesdrop)
Little bit of a frat boy type, still reveling in the newfound freedom of owning his own house
Not particularly bad but sees absolutely no problem acting as the gang's community informant for pay
Avoids bringing up with others that he's technically in the gang but won't deny it when asked about it
Definitely not kinda scared by Orion and his emotionless face or deadpan voice
Good friends with Vasuki and Duncan, often joins in on their shenanigans
Hangs around the gang's house when he's bored and Aline isn't around
Grew up with Aline & Vivienne due to their families all being friends, they've all moved away from their home town but are still close
Has basically been in love w/ Aline for years but doesn't know how to go about confessing
Relationships:
Maverick - boss
Orion - Orion likes Finn well enough, never had a problem with him for any reason. He greatly appreciates this information he brings in. Finn is unaware that Orion approves of him and is almost comically unnerved by his inexpressive demeanor.
Vasuki - friends / coworkers
Duncan - friends / coworkers
Aline - Finn and Aline became best friends as youngsters- Finn being the son of her aunt's friend, Aline saw him fairly often at parties as his family was close with hers. Finn distanced himself a bit from the families as he grew older and moved out to live on his own, but the two stayed very close and talk daily. She's one of the few viscets who are welcome to show up to his home uninvited and one of the the even fewer who know of his involvement with Maverick. They were often teased by their families about being a cute couple when they were younger; both blushed and pouted but they have yet to argue back. Maybe something is there after all?
Viv - friends
Introduction to the Gang:
Finn rushed around his house, making last-minute adjustments and placing platters and bowls of food on tables. He had lived in his new neighborhood for just under six months and was thoroughly enjoying every moment of it. He was starting to get to know some of his neighbors and decided to have a large open-invite party. What better way was there to get to know your neighbors? Finn made a large batch of his mulled wine, hoping that his guests would enjoy the beverage as much as he did.Hours later, the party was in full swing. A mix of holiday and current music kept the party going at a good pace. To Finn's delight he saw that many viscets were enjoying his mulled wine, and he made a mental note to make more if he saw the level in the bowl getting too low. Finn floated from group to group, introducing himself and thanking them for coming to the party. There was one group, however, that stood out to him- and one viscet in particular. He was standing among the three other viscets in his group, all of whom he was slightly taller than. He was a large, dark grey viscet with a ruby red chest and red-tinged markings on his paws and muzzle. His back was graced by a symmetrical pair of butterfly wing markings. He had a short, cropped mane that ran down his spine and ended at a bobbed tail. It was his tail that stood out the most to him- a very thick, short, fluffy tail that glowed with a surprisingly steady light. Finn noticed with some amusement that his tail flashed to the beat of music if it was a song he seemed to like. He introduced himself as Maverick, and he carried himself with such confidence that Finn figured that he must be a head manager of something. Maybe he ran a good business? It wasn't something that Finn expected himself to keep thinking about, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the guy.
As the party continued, he noticed Maverick revisiting the bowl of mulled wine more than a few times. Finn was initially amused by Maverick's newfound love of karaoke, but it turned into concern when he realized that Maverick was actually stumbling now. Perhaps Finn should have struck up a conversation with him one of the times he saw Maverick heading towards to wine bowl. Either way, Finn knew he had to do something. He saw somebody come in earlier and talk to Maverick for a short bit, and Mavericks buddies all left minutes later with the newcomer. He went over to talk to Maverick, hoping to convince the dark grey male to let him walk him home. Thankfully, he was still sober enough to understand that he wouldn't make it home on his own and accepted without much convincing. Maverick insisted Finn not leave his own party for his sake and opted to be lead to a spare bedroom to pass out until he could be brought home. Oddly enough, plenty of other people seemed to know Maverick. They nodded to him as he walked by, but stared at Finn as if he had grown a second head. Finn figured he'd ask about that later.Finally, around one in the morning, the last of the party goers said their goodbyes and walked out the door, some of them being helped out by their friends. What surprised Finn was that many of them were his age, only a few were old and even they were barely so. Finn walked in to the spare bedroom to find Maverick squinting out the window, apparently having just woken up. Finn decided to speak up.
"Hey man, you ready to go home? Last of 'em just left so you got no reason to stay," Finn mumbled as he strained his neck to see that Maverick hadn't thrown up anywhere. It took Maverick a moment to process what he said.
"Y-yeah. I live a few streets down, big house but a little shabby."
"Alright, let's get you home. Are you good to stand?"
"I-uh maybe. I think so, but if I start going down you gotta keep my head from hittin' the ground, okay?"
"Sounds good, let's go."
Finn and Maverick walked without much trouble for the most part, stopping only a few times when Maverick tripped or got light-headed. Finally they reached the building that Maverick had described. While is description hadn't been untrue, it could have been considered an understatement. It was four floors, each floor seeming large enough to fit at least four bedrooms. The paint was chipped and faded and the windows looked like they were being held together with gorilla glue it's own will to live. He could see the shadows of other viscets in the windows. Finn remembered at the last minute to ask Maverick about the stares.
"Hey, Maverick?" Finn breathed out as he reached the sidewalk in front of the house.
"What is it?"
"When I was helping you to the room, a lot of people were looking at us weird, but they us each very different looks . Do you want to maybe.. explain that?" Finn shifted his weight as he awkwardly asked the question.
Maverick seemed a bit taken aback by the inquiry, and had to think for a moment before answering, "I.. I'm into a few things that people don't like. Shady things," Maverick stopped and smirked, clearly still affected by the wine, "Crime, hah. I run it, too. I'll hire others off the street if they have potential."
Finn, to say the least, was shocked to hear this. Granted, he should have seen it coming, but he had blissfully ignored every odd happening he had seen since moving in. He was intrigued to some degree, what went on when nobody was looking? This house must be some kind of headquarters for the gang. Before he could ask any more questions, Maverick was walking back into his house, saying his thanks for the help. The last thing he heard was him talking to another viscet who opened the door for him.
"Treat him well, I think he's a good one."
*****
Time went on and Finn saw Maverick a number of times. It wasn't apparent if Maverick remembered confessing that he was a crime boss to Finn, but they were civil to each other all the same. Something told Finn that he did remember though, and he was still very much curious about it. One day a tree happened to fall upon Finn's porch, causing damage that Finn knew he couldn't afford to fix. He remembers mentioning this offhandedly to Maverick one day, while talking after bumping into each other at a store. Some days later Finn awoke to see something unusual outside of his window in the porch; a small satchel. Upon opening it, he found a note.
I told them to treat you well.Hopefully this can cover it,I wanted to repay you.~Mav
In the bag was more than enough to pay for what Finn needed; perhaps asking Maverick about his business could benefit him in the long run.
Favorite Drink:
Finn remembers the first time he had mulled wine- it had become his new favorite beverage the moment it hit his tongue. It was the holidays, the only time of year his family ever made the drink, and he had only just reached drinking age a few months prior. He was quite excited, having grown up always helping make the drink but never being allowed to taste his work. This year was his first year being able to enjoy it along side his family at the annual party. Finn knew what would normally take only twenty minutes to make would take hours longer due to the sheer quantity he had to make if he wished to serve his whole family. He worked diligently for hours, making sure for each pot-full that he made that he had the correct amounts of red wine, orange, sugar, ground clove, cinnamon, and other spices and that they combined properly in the pot. After hours of drooling over the alluring scent emanating from the various pots being used to hold the drink, Finn caved and decided to have a cup before having to load the rest on to the cart to bring it to his mother's home. He scooped some out of a pot into a cup and brought the cup to his mouth, tentatively sipping at it to test the temperature before deciding to take a larger sip. The moment the warm drink touched his tongue he was in love. He could taste the orange's citrus tang, and the clove and cinnamon's unique flavors appearing as a wonderful aftertaste once he swallowed the drink. It surprised him at that moment that it occurred to him to that he could have tried finding a substitute for the wine when he was younger. How could he have so passively allowed himself to miss out on this amazing drink? None of it mattered to him then. Finn was proud of his work and loved the result, that was all that mattered at the moment. Unfortunately the moment didn't last long, as Finn realized that he had efficiently wasted nearly ten minutes lost in his own thoughts. If he didn't get going soon, he'd be late for the holiday party. Quickly Finn gathered up all of the pots and carefully loaded them on to his cart, making sure that each one was securely tied down and shut in order to prevent any leaks or spills. He placed a blanket over the top of the small cart to prevent his extra supplies and other belongings from getting wet. Finn put on a small waist harness, similar to a safety harness one in a construction trade would wear, and hooked the cart up to a clip on the back, allowing himself to pull the weight of the cart and it's contents with minimal effort. The walk to his mother's house was only half an hour and it went by quickly thanks to the mild weather. Upon arrival to his mother's house, Finn hardly had time to unhook himself from the cart before he was immediately taken up by his relatives, who each embraced him a bone-crushing hug. He was pleased, however, to find that they all found his mulled wine just as delectable as he did. He spent most of the night with his cousins, who shared the pain of being crushed by each family member they came across. He knew he'd be spending the night there, along with most of his family. Though he'd sleep well enough as long as the smell of the drink overpowered his family's perfumes.
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