Brother Fynn
Brother Fynn
Brother Fynn is a mendicant priest of the Maranist Order of the Maranonic Faith in the country of Colo. He is a 34-year-old Human that was born and raised in the town of Tornhome in the Dalbrok territory of Colo. He has been a priest of the Maranists for 17 years and is a fervent believer in the tenets of the Faith.
Fynn is also a master of hand-to-hand fighting, and is as deadly and capable with his feet, knees, elbows and shoulders as he is with his fists. While not known to ever brag or boast of his physical abilities, he is known to have killed no fewer than 14 Imessian combatants without ever employing a hand-held weapon over the last 17 years. The only hand-held weapon that Brother Fynn routinely employs is a simple braided cloth and leather sling that he uses to dispatch opponents from as far as 40 yards without fail.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Nearly 6' tall and incredibly fit. Able to run for miles at a time without faltering, capable of carrying a full-grown man over his shoulders for more than a mile without fail, and can punch a man so hard in the chest that his ribs will break.
Apparel & Accessories
Fynn wears a long red cloak to denote his position within the Maranist Order.
Specialized Equipment
Fynn choses to not carry or use a staff as a weapon. In fact, the only hand-held weapon Fynn is likely to use is a woven cloth sling with a leather cup that he can knock a man off a running horse with at 40 yards.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Fynn was born and raised in the town of Tornhome on the banks of the Torn River in the Dalbrok territory of Colo. He was 14 years old when the Duke of Hekmo, Turl am Nari, invaded Colo and drove an army towards Nyallshold in 213 AF, but because of his large size and man-like strength he was allowed to ride with a large group of knights and warriors from the western areas of the Dalbrok lands. Over the course of the next three months, Fynn fought in numerous engagements with the invaders, but seemingly always after they had attacked and brutally killed families of farmers or herders that were not actively trying to fight.
By the end of the war, Fynn found he was not able to sleep most nights due to recurring nightmares wherein he would be repeatedly confronted by dead innocents who would ask him from bloody lips on severed heads why he always showed up too late to save them. He became increasingly angry or despondent and took to drinking excessive amounts of strong alcohol just to sleep the night through. He was only 16 years old by then.
Then one night, after a particularly hard night of drinking that ended in him starting a fight he couldn't win, he had a dream where the same dead innocents of his past began to curse him for never being there when they needed him. Just as the dream reached its usual fevered peak of panic and despair, a tall, thin man with a long white beard and a hooded cloak came to him from amidst the crowd of dead people. The dead stopped cursing him, and all became deathly silent as the tall, thin old man approached Fynn. He handed Fynn a large scroll, seemingly made from stitched birch bark. Fynn took the scroll and began to unroll it, only to find that the entire scroll repeated the same words over and over again, for dozens and dozens of feet: "Let justice be meted to those who hath done evil onto the innocent, for that is Right and Good; but to those that maketh the innocent safe and protect those from Danger or Death, know that the Blessings of Maranon and all of Heaven are upon Thee, even onto the end of Days"
Fynn committed himself to the Maranonic Faith from that day forward, and his nightmares have not returned. He sleeps peacefully each and every night in the knowledge that his life is blessed, even onto the end of his days.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Fynn has been traveling with Brother Domnal for nearly a year now, and they work very well together. Both feel they have accomplished much to make the people they have encountered safer and more secure.
