Name:
Fynley "Fyn" Maher
Age:
24
Height:
5'11
Physical Appearance:
Slender but of average height, Fyn stands comfortably at 5 foot 11. He was born with fair skin that tanned a bit the deeper he got into swimming. He has a head of brown curly locks and a pair of olive green eyes. As a former swimmer, he has some muscle but sadly his six pack faded overtime along with any hopes of ever stepping into the pool again.
Weight:
163lbs
Quirks:
Finger pointing
Horrible sense of direction
Extremely Ticklish
Likes:
Summer
Music
Singing(badly)
Ukuleles
Children
Animals
Alcohol
Dislikes:
Being Tickled
Maps
Rainy days
Deep water(fear)
Smoking
Nightmares
Spicy food
History:
Born the youngest of two children, Fyn often followed in the steps of his older sister, Marie. She was the reason he got into swimming and also the reason he stopped. The two were raised in a well off household and lived in a nice neighborhood. His mother was the typical housewife and spent a lot of time with the two siblings. His father was a businessman who worked long hours. Neither of them really ever connected because of this.
Around the time the two were in middle school, they got into swimming and stuck to the hobby all the way throughout high school. They would go to competitive meets and were well known for their achievements. Many believed the duo would eventually head to the olympics as they had bright futures ahead of them.
However, fate had other plans. During Marie's senior break, the two siblings took a trip to the beach to celebrate the year and just have fun. They went with friends and had a grand time. On the day they were to go back home, Fyn convinced Marie to go for another swim. It was the last swim as Marie didn't come up for air at one point. She accidentally got stuck while swimming under and Fyn could not find her in time. By the time he did, she had already drowned. Even after a friend tried to resuscitate her, it was to no avail.
For years, Fyn felt he was at fault. Had he not asked to go for a swim, she would be around. Had he found her earlier or never taken his eyes off of her, she may have survived. Even with all of the therapy sessions his mother forced him into, he could not make peace with himself. He dropped out of high school and left to live with a relative for a few months after her death because the town was full of too many memories that made it difficult to cope. He returned a year prior and still struggles. Fyn these days has taken up the bottle and just tries to enjoy whatever time he can.