Finnian "Fin" Swiftfoot

Finnian is a small, lean boy with a perpetual air of boundless energy. His face is often alight with curiosity, framed by a messy mop of sun-streaked, light brown hair that always seems to have a stray leaf or twig caught in it.

His eyes are a striking, wide-set hazel, constantly scanning his surroundings for potential "quests" or hidden dangers, reflecting his wide-eyed wonder. He has a small, slightly upturned nose and a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose, which often flush with excitement. His lips are usually curved into an eager, slightly gap-toothed smile.

He typically wears practical, well-worn clothes: a patched tunic of forest green, sturdy brown breeches, and scuffed leather boots. The most distinctive part of his outfit is a large, slightly too-large satchel made of sturdy canvas, slung across his tiny frame, which he proudly refers to as his "Adventurer's Pack."

It often bulges with his "Briar Blades Codex," a few smooth stones, and perhaps a half-eaten apple.

• A hand-stitched, leather-bound journal filled with drawings of monsters, sword practice logs, and scribbled “contracts” (like "Helped Aunt Neria carry hay = +5 Valor XP")
• A stick sword he’s named “Thornfang”
• A copper piece with a hole in it, worn like a pendant—his “lucky coin”

Born and raised in the quiet village of Hallowmere, Finnian's childhood has been steeped in the tales of adventurers who occasionally pass through, bringing whispers of distant lands and daring deeds. Finnian , with his love for all things adveneture, founded the "Briar Blades": a one-kid adventuring guild dedicated to protecting Hallowmere from imaginary threats and documenting its hidden wonders. He's a familiar sight darting through the common grounds, often heard calling out imagined battle cries, his "Briar Blades Codex" clutched close. He has no grand tragic backstory; his life is one of simple childhood joy, fueled by an extraordinary imagination and an unwavering belief in the power of good. He sees the arrival of actual adventurers (the player party) as the most exciting event in Hallowmere's recent history, a living embodiment of the legends he cherishes.

Unlike most children who might play at knights, Finnian took his aspirations to heart, founding the "Briar Blades"

Finn's primary motivation is to become a legendary adventurer, just like the heroes in the tales he devours. He dreams of embarking on grand quests, battling fearsome beasts, and protecting the innocent. He is driven by a deep sense of admiration for those who brave the unknown and a pure, unadulterated joy in the idea of discovery and heroism. He also yearns for recognition, hoping that one day, the "Briar Blades" will be as renowned as any established guild.

Born and raised in the quiet village of Hallowmere, Finnian's childhood has been steeped in the tales of adventurers who occasionally pass through, bringing whispers of distant lands and daring deeds.

• Brave to a Fault: His bravery often outweighs his common sense or physical capabilities, leading him to attempt things far beyond his skill level.

• The Briar Blades Codex: He carries a well-worn, hand-drawn journal filled with crude maps of Hallowmere, sketches of "monsters" (usually just large dogs or shadows), and meticulously documented "quests" (like finding a lost chicken or retrieving a dropped coin).
• Imagined Battle Cries: He frequently lets out small, enthusiastic "Huzzah!" or "For the Briar Blades!" battle cries, often at the most unexpected moments.
• Hero Worship: He will often stare at adventurers with an intense, almost reverent gaze, soaking in every detail of their gear and demeanor.
• "Quest" Finder: He has an uncanny knack for turning mundane tasks into epic quests, often trying to enlist others in his small, self-assigned missions.