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Eyyy so I wasn't gonna do clubs anymore, but I am weak!!!!! So enjoy this bundle of joy :3c

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Name: Finley Carthach
Gender: Male
Age: 24 (April 11th)
Height: 6'2"
Nationality: Irish
Case Number: #191
Current Tier/abilities:Tier I/None
Diagnosed Illness: Fits of violence/ Hysteria

Personality: This particular patient happens to be one of the more firey, headstrong, and not to mention vocal compared to the rest. Besides roughing him up, the time in prison didn't leave the young man any less hot-blooded. Finley's a bit of a slave to emotions and cannot go more then a few minutes without voicing his opinion or acting upon it without warning. When he feels something is wrong he will try to help, or hinder, whatever the situation is. Some would even call him a passionate soul if they were the poetic type.

History: He was like most young lads living in the port town of Kinsale, Ireland at the time. Working day in and day out by the ocean, with salt in the air and the fish on their hands as they do their hard labor hoping it'll get food on their plates and booze in their bottles. Finley especially worked hard, taking turns between working out at sea, then time on the docks to earn extra money to provide for him and his younger sister. Despite this it didn't seem to bother him much. Work was work, and work was hard. When you're poor it's just something that you make the most out of, and fun is something that he had to make on his own.

And when he wasn't working, he definatly founds ways to have fun.

Finley was known to be a bit of a ladies' man and when he drank (which was often) he'd turn into even more of a charmer, which had a good portion of the local women swept off their feet and into his bed. It never got him into too much trouble besides the occasional barfight when a gal's husband would barge in to cause a scene, until the one day when Finley found a woman that was pure trouble. Young, beautiful, and rich, she was something absolutely unattainable... if it wasn't for her need to rebel her strict father. And what a better way then to fool around with some poor bastard that had more excitement in one finger then a whole group of stale rich men that her father was trying to marry her off to?

Sadly, it didn't take long for the young lady's father to find out what was going on and his reaction wasn't something taken lightly. After arriving from work the next day Finley was met at his small home trashed by a group of her father's hired muscle, ready to beat the living daylight out of him. This didn't bode well with the bruised up young man. It took a few days to get himself back together, but when he was Finley took it upon himself to sneak into the mansion the rich family lived in. He did his best to trash any sentimental objects he could find and pocket the rest of the family's valuables. Not the smartest thing he could've done, but there's no arguing with an angry irishman with a raging grudge.

Once again it didn't take long for the father to find out. Men arrived at Finley's place the next day, gave him another beating, then threw him into the city's jail house all in one swift motion. It was then that Finley lost everything he had known from life before- his job, friends, sister, booze. All of it gone and replaced with filthy cells filled with men in chains and broken spirits. The time he spent there just added on layers and layers of anger, spite, and loneliness inside of him. It took two long years before something... strange started happening. Finley would hear things when no one spoke, things touching him when no one moved, shadows that seemed to come from no where. It all started to disturb him to the point where he would constantly get into violent fits with the guards and other prisoners. By then the prison couldn't handle him anymore and finally shipped him off to rot away in an asylum. Thankfully for him he lucked out and was heading for Godsglaow, which was recently known to be well maintained and helpful to it's patients....

Or so it seemed to the public.

Other:
-He's got a few tattoos from when he worked with sailors.
-And even tattooed a few of the men himself.
-Will constantly complain about the lack of booze and easy women.
-Has dark circles under his eyes cause he can't fuckin sleep.
-Has no idea where his sister is, what happened to her, or if she's even alive. He likes to imagine she's doing well.
-Finley loves dogs, and even had one himself. He also likes to think it's doing well.

Description
Eyyy so I wasn't gonna do clubs anymore, but I am weak!!!!! So enjoy this bundle of joy :3c

~~~~~
Name: Finley Carthach
Gender: Male
Age: 24 (April 11th)
Height: 6'2"
Nationality: Irish
Case Number: #191
Current Tier/abilities:Tier I/None
Diagnosed Illness: Fits of violence/ Hysteria

Personality: This particular patient happens to be one of the more firey, headstrong, and not to mention vocal compared to the rest. Besides roughing him up, the time in prison didn't leave the young man any less hot-blooded. Finley's a bit of a slave to emotions and cannot go more then a few minutes without voicing his opinion or acting upon it without warning. When he feels something is wrong he will try to help, or hinder, whatever the situation is. Some would even call him a passionate soul if they were the poetic type.

History: He was like most young lads living in the port town of Kinsale, Ireland at the time. Working day in and day out by the ocean, with salt in the air and the fish on their hands as they do their hard labor hoping it'll get food on their plates and booze in their bottles. Finley especially worked hard, taking turns between working out at sea, then time on the docks to earn extra money to provide for him and his younger sister. Despite this it didn't seem to bother him much. Work was work, and work was hard. When you're poor it's just something that you make the most out of, and fun is something that he had to make on his own.

And when he wasn't working, he definatly founds ways to have fun.

Finley was known to be a bit of a ladies' man and when he drank (which was often) he'd turn into even more of a charmer, which had a good portion of the local women swept off their feet and into his bed. It never got him into too much trouble besides the occasional barfight when a gal's husband would barge in to cause a scene, until the one day when Finley found a woman that was pure trouble. Young, beautiful, and rich, she was something absolutely unattainable... if it wasn't for her need to rebel her strict father. And what a better way then to fool around with some poor bastard that had more excitement in one finger then a whole group of stale rich men that her father was trying to marry her off to?

Sadly, it didn't take long for the young lady's father to find out what was going on and his reaction wasn't something taken lightly. After arriving from work the next day Finley was met at his small home trashed by a group of her father's hired muscle, ready to beat the living daylight out of him. This didn't bode well with the bruised up young man. It took a few days to get himself back together, but when he was Finley took it upon himself to sneak into the mansion the rich family lived in. He did his best to trash any sentimental objects he could find and pocket the rest of the family's valuables. Not the smartest thing he could've done, but there's no arguing with an angry irishman with a raging grudge.

Once again it didn't take long for the father to find out. Men arrived at Finley's place the next day, gave him another beating, then threw him into the city's jail house all in one swift motion. It was then that Finley lost everything he had known from life before- his job, friends, sister, booze. All of it gone and replaced with filthy cells filled with men in chains and broken spirits. The time he spent there just added on layers and layers of anger, spite, and loneliness inside of him. It took two long years before something... strange started happening. Finley would hear things when no one spoke, things touching him when no one moved, shadows that seemed to come from no where. It all started to disturb him to the point where he would constantly get into violent fits with the guards and other prisoners. By then the prison couldn't handle him anymore and finally shipped him off to rot away in an asylum. Thankfully for him he lucked out and was heading for Godsglaow, which was recently known to be well maintained and helpful to it's patients....

Or so it seemed to the public.

Other:
-He's got a few tattoos from when he worked with sailors.
-And even tattooed a few of the men himself.
-Will constantly complain about the lack of booze and easy women.
-Has dark circles under his eyes cause he can't fuckin sleep.
-Has no idea where his sister is, what happened to her, or if she's even alive. He likes to imagine she's doing well.
-Finley loves dogs, and even had one himself. He also likes to think it's doing well.