Finn
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Approximately 30 years ago, Faeli Finna was but a humble merchant in the undersea city of Atlantis, one who attempted to find his fortune in the purchase and resale of foreign goods - Things from the surface world, from unusual visitors, and some from the kingdom of Lemuria. It was one such event that reshaped his life, for through the works of a corrupt Lemurian, Faeli was handed a small vessel of ivory, coated in strange ghastly carvings. Within, there was a taste of BLEAK MAGIC.
The corrupt Lemurian had intended for Faeli to disperse the item - The first of many - Within Atlantis, creating a servant of the abyss within the shining city of the undersea. Instead, Faeli took the vessel as his own, and opening it, released the Bleak Magic upon himself.
Within a month, Faeli's fair skin turned to scales, his eyes grew massive and lidless, his fingers transformed into sickle-like claws, and his mouth was filled with teeth as sharp as daggers. His body twisted and shrivelled, perfect for slinking through shadows, or crawling through sewers, and such aggression and hate rose within him, it was hard to imagine that the deformed mutation had once been a proud citizen of Atlantis.
The people of Atlantis were not without mercy though, and in hopes of Faeli returning to some sort of normality, they chose to exile him instead of end his life. Maybe this was a mistake.
The exact timeline after that day is unknown. Rumours persisted of a man with the face of an anglerfish stalking the alleyways and sewers of Chicago for a few years, before disappearing - And now, three years ago, Faeli appeared again, in a fine pinstripe suit, jewels adorning his stubby clawed fingers, and a crew of aquatic miscreants at his side. He calls himself Finn now - Speaking with a strong, if not a little cartoonish, New York-style accent, his atlantean heritage hidden save for when he mentions it himself.
