Name: Sam Finch, but only goes by Prophet and Messenger Finch. Those who look down on him generally call him Birdie or Preach, though not many of those who do live.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Celibate, but no one knows anything further than that. Seems to be a touchy subject.
Appearance: On the tall side, neither particularly athletic nor weak. Pale as a sheet, but somehow evades freckles. Almost all his clothing is in earth tones and well worn. His hair is light brown and curly, but kept short. Has pale grey eyes and a larger than usual amount of birthmarks. Has a scar from appendix removal.
Personality: Silver tongued bastard who doesn't hesitate to use abuse as a means to an end. He preys on the vulnerable and lost. He is in perfect mental health, and kills just for the thrill of it, though he prefers to have his followers do the dirty work and simply orchestrate the productions, seeing them as a work of art. Is creative and resourceful, in the sense that he created the deities and eked out a living for the group in an abandoned warehouse. Low on ethics, the only thing he outright condemns is rape.
Background: Graduated highschool, and skipped out on college even though he could have attended on scholarship. Refuses to talk about his past, as his "Present duties as Messenger are of infinities more import". Invested a lot into this project of sorts, and takes a silent degree of pride in all that he has done.
Cult relations: Founder and prophet. Choses targets and, for the most part, plans how their deaths will be carried out. Trusted deeply by Claire, trying to get Riley to warm up to him and the cult in general.
