| Relatives | Mother: Safflower Warbler
Father: Wheatly Warbler Younger Sisters: (Twins) Taurlin and Tenneah Warbler |
|---|---|
| Languages | Common, Aarakocra, Auran, Elvish |
| Affiliations | N/A |
| Aliases | Finny |
| Marital Status | Single, but is open to Suggestion |
| Place of Birth | Xender City |
| Date of Death | N/A |
| Place of Death | N/A |
| Species | Aarakocra (Puffin) |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 5'8" |
| Weight | 86lbs |
| Eye Color | Gold |
Finnegan (Finny) Warbler is a Puffin Aarakocra who is also a College of Whispers Bard.
Physical Appearance
Finny has handsome but strikingly gold eyes, He is about 15, 5 foot 8 inches, 86lb Puffin Aarakocra. His plumage is a silky black and bright white - being that he is a puffin, and his beak is bright orange with a little bit of black and white striping. He wears a red-feathered headpiece pinned to his head and a white scarf slung around his neck at almost all times. He has a few scars, but mostly it's his hands that are calloused from years of training with instruments.
Personality
Finny is honestly quite friendly. He grew up in a happy home with a loving set of parents, and a set of young infant pair of twin sisters whom he adored. His family gave him the choice of his career - to which he almost instantly chose the life of a musician. Finny trained under a master for a large portion of his life - enjoying the freedom of music and song. He exudes this joy in all he does, both on the battlefield and at home.
History
Finny honestly had a fantastic childhood. His folks were loving and caring, he has siblings that are young adults now, and quite frankly - he couldn't have it better. He trained under a fellow-feathered master of music, only known as Professor Cuki Gander, who allowed Finny to grow and flourish as a student. They traveled frequently, learning new songs from around the region and making new ones up about local tales for the stories that lacked music. This was a happy routine, all up until Cuki suddenly disappeared in the night, leaving his unfinished music behind. Finny was old enough at that time to go out on his own, and therefore decided to locate his missing mentor - or at least write a song worth the legacy of his missing mentor's presence.
He has wandered into the Feywilds, he gained a few things here and there, but honestly found the muses there to be... too chaotic to compose for. Anyways, he prefers the rich history of his home plane, and seeks to record the stories of history and its heroes!
Languages
Common, Aarakocra, Auran, Elvish - (Though is keen on learning more for more music variation!)
Powers and Abilities
Finnegan puts power behind his words - literally putting money where his mouth is. If he says he can do it - he will without a doubt make sure it comes to fruition. Those who face against him, beware - those fingers will work magic, and not the kind that plays fair. The feywilds have offered him a few tricks up his sleeve - so messing with him too far is ill-advised.
Attacks and Weapons
As a resident spell-slinger, his favorite word is "No". Being able to put his enemies at a disadvantage gives him amusement, and being able to neutralize them at the same time is even better! He carries a lovely longsword on him that he prefers not to use, but it's definitely not just for show if things get messy.
Songs and Stories of his Travels, the Retelling of a Wandering Bird Bard:
The Hanging Library of Xander - My Time enrolled in the College of Silent Song:
Among the Faeries - My time within the Seelie Court:
It was a year after I had left to search for Professor Cuki Gander. I had been looking through his unfinished compositions, and found one telling of a doorway to a fantasmal realm of the Fey. It took much time to decipher - but eventually I had located the doorway. I stepped in, amazed by the wonderous landscape and creatures. It was just as my mentor had described it, full of lush colors, teeming with life and magic to the point that I had to take a day to accustom myself to the sudden influx of surrounding innate strength of the weave here. I had relied heavily on my Mentor's notes and song scraps - eventually stumbling upon a vast castle a few days into exploring this realm's majesty. I was small compared to it's grandeur - the gardens eerily perfect yet wild in growth. It's paths and gazeboes appeared empty - to which I treaded carefully. Still... something about that place had a - a pull, like a melody you can't remember the name to but it's on the tip of your tongue. I followed the pull, hoping to get the answer to why such a lovely place like this could be simply abandoned.
From the gardens, I entered a grand entrance hall, faelights glittering among precious jewels and artesian architecture. I wandered the entrance to the palace - again, finding it empty and devoid of activity. Room after room was fully furnished and without a hint of dust, dining rooms set for a grand entourage, ballrooms set up for a ball that would put the wealthiest of mortal kings to shame - the orchestral pit prepped with the finest of instruments. Finny's stomach dropped at the sight, how this building felt like a shell filled with ghosts of what once resided here. He quickly continued his exploration, looking for any sort of inhabitant. The deeper he wandered into the palace, the stronger that pull for an answer became. He passed by dozens of kitchens, an entire wing for servants, libraries that made Xender's Hanging Archives look tiny in comparison.
A Journey of Music and Collecting - My Contract with the Bogge, the Unseelie Courtier:
"Collect for me, Nine Seelie Names,
Complete my song, O' Feathered Folly,
Three small gifts, To guide this Game
That your return, Shall make me Jolly."
