Another DTA that I tried for, love the species and really happy with the chars and art! Tab helped with the layout of ref because I like how hers are..

Name: Finley Yurem
Nickname(s):
Species: Contion
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height (At top of head):
-Human: 5'7" (1.75m)
-Feral: 5'5" (1.67m) at the shoulder
Location: Ziel (now and then makes traveling trips)
Occupation: Seller of questionable drinks and items
Friends, Relatives, and Relations:
-Kerli (Hackcough)
-Nulo (Uneasy forced friend)

Random Tidbits:
-Loves his hat and often toys with it while bored
-Poke poke stick
-Practices magic tricks in his spare time
-Tends to sleep in feral form, doesn't always have shelter
-Tubes stay when in human form, likes to wear loose shirts and his jacket which make him look poofier

Personality: He's a fool and a coward. Doesn't always hold to his word and has been known to skimp humans when it comes to his sales. Coat often looks a bit ragged which leaves him slightly embarrassed but he refuses to let it go and the same with his stick. Can be nervous, especially when the ADO or GOP are in the area but has affiliations with both sides. Can seem very selfish and out to save his own skin but does wish he could make others smile. Admittedly has greedy tendencies but he tries to fight the shame.

Bio: Originally born and raised in Mackbo, Fin was brought up with a good heart and attentive parents who tried their best to educate him of good things to remember and the bad things to be aware of. He was often on the naive side which while not bad on its own, would eventually lead to trouble. After finding himself fascinated throughout his youth by illusionists and their wonders he practiced as often as he could to train and become as good as them, and to spread as much happiness as he saw them do. He didn't find he could keep many friends as more than acquaintances, and feeling that he was finally ready he said his goodbyes to his family and ventured off to Ziel to show off his work.

Unfortunately, he did not strike much luck. Whether it was his execution or the style of effects he could get hardly any work and he soon found himself on the brink of starvation while he had already become homeless. Too ashamed to head back home, while also still holding out some hope, he begrudgingly gave up more of the simple tricks to focus on one of his favored tools that he had learned from home of helpful mixtures, varying from healing properties and his small homemade fireworks (previously for his act, they could be modified to be more malicious) to items bought off of others.

He still had trouble until one day some newcomers he did not recognize stopped by his stall and questioned about his works and testing them. Happy with what they found, they bought much and said they would be back again, and indeed they came. He felt overjoyed as more sent from the same person came, not fully realizing they were members of ADO until they made it clear he was to keep supplying them and he would face death if he considered leaving. He knew he was caught, and with them being his main buyers he had no other choice but to stay and live in a state of flux, caught between helping ADO and open GOP officers who also came, and started turning to be less considerate and more fearful to sustain himself. He fears deeply for what the ADO may do with their share but is too afraid to confess to the GOP of what he's been tangled into and now jumps from stall to stall in fear of being caught by either side.

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Contions belong to Nagilux, please do not make your own!
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