Razor McGowan
Finn Malachy McGowan
Description
Finn McGowan is all angles and tension—a coiled spring wrapped in denim and leather, with a permanent smirk that promises violence. His wiry frame is covered in old fight scars, and he moves like someone who’s always calculating the distance to the next target. He wears fingerless gloves, a patched bomber jacket, and a belt with more knives than sense. His face is a map of old breaks and fresh cuts, and when he laughs, it’s the kind of sound that makes sane people back away. He lives for the thrill—the rush of combat, the scent of blood, the moment just before everything explodes.Personality
Razor is volatile, charismatic, and utterly fearless. He speaks in rapid-fire sarcasm, sharp jabs, and the occasional burst of poetry when he’s feeling theatrical. He thrives on confrontation and sees violence as the purest form of honesty. While completely devoted to the Sinners, he’s constantly pushing the limits—of authority, of strategy, of patience. Razor wants to win, but more than that, he wants the win to mean something. He’s no tactician, but he’s an inspiring chaos engine.Habits
Spins a knife in his fingers while thinking or talking—especially during tense negotiations Keeps a tally of his fights scratched into the inside of his coat Quotes old Irish war ballads before going into a scrapCarries a bloodstained handkerchief he refuses to wash—“from the night we earned our name”
Hooks & Angles
Instigator: Razor can’t let slights go. If someone disrespects the Fangs or the Sinners, he’ll answer with blood—even if it’s not smart. Warrior Poet: Despite his violence, there’s a strange depth to Razor—he talks about fate, death, and glory like he’s got a personal appointment with all three. Loyal to the Core: He’d die for the Sinners. If someone higher up tells him to back down, he will—but it’ll boil under the surface. Liability on a Short Leash: One bad day, one spark too many, and Razor could start a war the crew wasn’t ready for.
Year of Birth
1915 CE
38 Years old
Birthplace
Chicago, IL (Back of the Yards)
Children
Eyes
Pale blue and piercing, always looking for an opening
Hair
Dirty blond, messy, kept under a black knit cap or spiked with sweat
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair skin, heavily scarred face, broken nose, and a wolfish smile that rarely fades
Height
5'11"
Weight
167 lbs.
Belief/Deity
“Fists, steel, and saints—whichever gets me through the fight”
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