Finigan

I Must Be

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  Name: Finigan McKay
  Aliases: Finn, Finny, McKay
  Apparent age: Early thirties
  Actual age: 142
  Birthday: August 6th, 1877
  Ethnicity: Surprisingly American, half Irish.
  Accent: Southern drawl with some Irish influenced slang
  Voice: Deep and warm
  Species: Vampire
  Occupation: Large animal vet, rancher, rodeo cowboy
  
  Height: 6'0
  Weight: Average, a bit of muscle from working
  Eyes: Grey with hints of green, bright and ethereal.
  Hair: Brown looking most of the time when he's not wearing a hat. When he actually takes proper care of it his hair is naturally more auburn.
  Scars: Large gash down the left of his neck to mid back. Long surgical scar in the middle of his chest
  Tattoos: Horseshoes on each wrist, openings facing him. A verse from

  'Ghost riders in the sky.'

  Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
  He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
  'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
  On horses snorting fire
  As they ride on hear their cry
  As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
  If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
  Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
  Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies

  
  Clothing: Soft t-shirts, jeans, sturdy ropers or work boots depending on if he plans to ride or not. In colder months he wears a lot of woolen sweaters and cozy wool jackets. He keeps a pair of work gloves in his car, saddle bags, and coats. He doesn't really own formal clothing, and hardly ever has a need for anything fancier than a dress shirt and pants.
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  Personality: A bit of a dumb boy. Not that he is really dumb, but he grew up in the lawless time of horses and guns, not the modern law and computer filled land. He is good at what he knows, horses and cattle mostly, but he also knits for those he cares about. Sweaters and mittens for the winter months are gifted to those he works with on the ranch and the few friends outside it. Besides his low tech hobbies Finn enjoys slow dancing and the modern country music scene. He's a bit of a protective mom to everyone at events with lots of drink and makes sure girls get home safe.
  If someone he knew were to find an injured bird they would bring it to Finn. If someone is in need Finn will provide. Soup and knitted socks for the less fortunate, support fort his pals, and free vet services for those that can't afford it.
  
  Quirks: Finn smokes like a factory, theres hardly a time he can be found without a smoke in his lips. The weighty coin he carries always is one he can do pretty good tricks with, and will when zoning out. Which he does often. Also usually has a pack or two of farm made beef jerky, he will share if asked.
  
  

  Likes: Country music, warm days, rainy nights, long horse rides, baby animals, goats, dogs, training dogs, helping his fellow humans, seeing people do good things, doing good, selflessness, soothing broken hearts, slow dancing, swing dance, target practice.

  Dislikes Tragedy, seeing or hearing about abuse, seeing people hurt, knowing the world is getting worse, buckle bunnies, close minded people, homophobia, generally dickish attitudes.