Finnbarr

Flynn (Brother, NPC)

Fionnula (Sister, NPC)

Numerous Older Siblings (NPCs)

Finnbarr was a male barn owl with gold-and-charcoal feathers, and dark eyes. He served as the familiar and companion to Makenna, Shade of Vektren. His story continues alongside hers. Finnbarr was created and RP'd by SaskedieJagerin.

## Personality

* ***Talkative and Loud.*** For a nocturnal bird that is know to be the most silent, Finnbarr talks A LOT. He has to say about everything in every moment, he seems to be talking almost all the time, leaving others perplex as to where he finds the breath to allow his to speak that much. He doesn't like to keep things for himself and loves to let others know his thoughts over every matter. Whether he brings annoyance with his chit chats, that is not his concern.
* ***Theatrical and Overly-Dramatic.*** Finnbarr is known to have extremely dramatic reaction, on the verge of being theatrical and overly exaggerated. Whether it is something happening or simply a word said to him, this Barn Owl will react with his best scene at play. Others are usually confused, is he really like this or is it all an act? He is pretty funny to watch, though.
* ***Honest.*** Probably his best quality that lies hidden, or, better, masked in a perhaps mean way (see also the *Direct/Inappropriate* and the *Liar* trait). Finnbarr, behind all the drama queen act, is deeply honest with those he trusts, saying what he truly thinks, especially if it is a dangerous or grey situation where he feels the other is taking the wrong choice. Of course, currently there is no one he trusts enough to show this part of him. He'd gladly give good advices or what he thinks it's good for the other, even his real story if there was a bond. Usually, between some of his sass and jokes and drama-queen acting, some of this trait can pop out, although perfectly masqueraded and mixed with the sass and overly dramatic behavior.
* ***Sarcastic**.*There is always a tone of sarcasm and sass in Finnbarr's voice. You can't really tell if it's just him or if he's mocking you somehow.
* ***Direct and Inappropriate.*** Finnbarr isn't one that knows how to hold his tongue. Sharp words may not be greatly appreciated by his interlocutor and Finnbarr doesn't fully realize this, that sometimes it is better to stay silent than speak his mind in such way.
* ***Liar**.* When you have told so many lies about yourself and buried the truth deep down, it is hard to tell apart what truly happened and what not. Finnbarr is a master liar, he makes up what he has to, to better take advantage of the situation he is in. Not on the lever of a master manipulator, but he always gets his way with words.
* ***Attention Seeker.*** Finnbarr acts the way he does to gather attention over himself and be always the star of the moment and uses all his sarcasm, story-making and words to be sure to gain everyone's attention over himself, it doesn't matter if in a positive or negative way.
* ***Coward**.* All his tales, all his glorious acts, all well built lies. Finnbarr is a coward, not the majestic individual he claims to be with stories and words. All he wants is to be safe and alive, engaging in anything that is dangerous is a big no-no and Finnbarr will do everything to grant his own survival at the expense of others.

## Pre-Group History

Finnbarr was born in an unspecified location on the far off west from the former territories of Tentaka and Highvalley. His was the third clutch his parents laid and Finnbarr was born alongside a brother, Flynn and a sister, Fionnula. Nothing was off with the family, it was the perfect image of an idyllic family and Finnbarr couldn't have asked for more. All three owlets underwent the many phases of growing up, with the first feathers budding on their wings, the first taste of meat and the moment where they would finally learn to fly and to hunt!

Their siblings from the previous clutches would often come and visit, all had nested nearby their parents' nest, due to the forest being a perfect habitat for the owls. All were ecstatic of their younger brothers and sister and the three were spoiled, theirs was a warm and loving family. Parents and older children told tales of the world to the three owlets, to prepare them to what was waiting for them outside when they would have to leave the safety of the nest for their first lessons. Their forest was a quiet one, there weren't many predators, especially for an owl. They were the predators, admired by all for their silent flight and feared for their haunting screech.

Flynn and Fionnula could barely hold their excitement, they loved to hear the tales of the world outside the nest! Finnbarr on the other hand did enjoy the stories yet all the dangers the parents and older siblings didn't omit to include, were what stuck the most with the young owlet and he couldn't quite fully focus only on the bright side of things, as his clutchmates did. How could they ignore the dangers? Those were important too. He shared his worries with his parents but they shrugged them off, he was young and inexperienced, it was normal to be a little afraid of the outisde world, maybe his siblings didn't show it as much as he did but “We all have our fears” as his mother stated, what mattered was to not let our fears take control of us. One couldn't live inside the hollow of a tree their whole life. Well, Finnbarr would have gladly done so, if it meant to stay away from harm.

But as time passed, Finnbarr couldn't shake those fears away like his parents predicted. He felt safe with his family but was not as bold as Flynn and Fionnula, especially the latter. His sister was so brave and fearless, she was the first to take the jumps to their small flight lessons, the first to volunteer to track and take down small critters, she dived in first with every new challenge. Finnbarr admired her greatly and secretly wished to be just like her but no matter how strong his desire was, fear was always a step ahead.

Fionnula was the bravest and boldest, Flynn was the bigger of the trio, yet a gentle giant, perhaps not too much bright but a good fellow, while Finnbarr decided to mask his fears with laughter and jokes, which his family greatly appreciated, they were the best audience one could ask for. The Mighty Finnbarr was their favorite to listen and cheer, the young owl would use the name to create a fictional individual that was the main character of his stories of bravery, based on his sister and older siblings' adventure (them being all aware and approving of it). The more they all cheered, clapped and laughed, the more Finnbarr felt complete. He was like a sprout, drinking sunlight to grow tall and strong. Their attentions were the sunlight that he needed.

He was out on a flight with Fionnula when his life took a turn.

They were having a friendly banter over what was the best meal, a field mouse or a dormouse, their voices loud, sure that there were no dangers in the surroundings. On the ground, Fionnula had caught a field mouse and was telling Finnbarr her reasons while he stood next to her, his feathers ruffled only to make a scene disagreeing teathrically.

Fionnula puffed her chest out to talk back, her too acting.

And the mountain lion jumped at her from behind.

Finnbarr was thrown to the side and froze at the sight of his sister, caught by the beasts' gigantic clawed paws. Fionnula screamed for help and at the same time, the mountain lion turned his massive fanged head towards him. The moment their eyes met, Finnbarr felt a rush of adrenaline and flew away. His sister's desperate screeches ended quickly. He never looked back during his fleeing.

Things back home changed since the accident, nothing was ever the same. Finnbarr told what happened, that Fionnula was killed by a beast while down on the ground, catching a field mouse. He omitted her pleas for help, they were almost a memory, something he wasn't sure happened for real. Even if he kicked in to help her, what help could have he given? That monster would have flung one of his massive paws at him and have him served as dessert, it would have been suicide! His family was already devastated by her death, he couldn't even imagine if they had to bear having two of their owlets killed. But the family of owls now turned off completely, the atmosphere between them dull and glomy. Nobody laughed and cheered at The Mighty Finnbarr anymore, nor to anything he said. Nothing he did lifted them up.

On the night of the first year of Fionnula's death, the family gathered to eat together field mice, knowing they were her favorite. Flynn looked especially emotional. He expressed how he wished he could have helped somehow, to which their older siblings agreed. Finnbarr was the only one who objected, saying that there was no way a Barn Owl could have fended off a beast as big as a mountain lion, that a swipe of their paw would have broken one's wing. Or leg. Or neck. It was a death wish to go against one, that's why Flynn couldn't have done anything that day, just like him. The only smart thing to do was to fly away, to avoid being eaten as well.

All the oval heads turned towards him. Finnbarr didn't understand. A verbal fight followed and he was cornered, accused of leaving Fionnula to die. Again, he didn't understand. He had loved his sister, admired her but what could he have done? He couldn't waste his life away, when she was clearly already lost. Flynn screeched that the least he could do was to try.

Finnbarr looked at his parents for help but only saw their shocked and saddened expressions. He was well aware of being a coward but how could they blame him over a situation he had no control over? And because he didn't want to die? Flynn tried to peak and scratch him but their older siblings interjected and the fight ended there.

However, if things weren't the same anymore during that year, the situation worsened after that night. Parents and siblings barely looked at him anymore, Finnbarr was a ghost in their eyes. If, before, they still tried to give faint smiles at his attempts to cheer them up, now he was straight up ignored. He could have been as well as dead.

After weeks of suffering this treatment, Finnbarr decided he had enough. He left. He would find a new audience for his performing, he would have his sunlight back again. Clearly, here he wasn't welcome anymore. He said nothing. Surely, it wouldn't have mattered whether he informed them of his decision to leave or if he simply disappeared all of a sudden. And so he did.

The moment he realized what he had just done, his wings almost locked and Finnbarr risked to crash on the ground. He left the safety of his family to wade the unknown. But what other choice did he have? His family clearly did not want him there, probably they would have wanted him dead instead of Fionnula! How was he supposed to stay in such environment? He knew where danger lied , Finnbarr would be even more careful than before and he would find a new place worth living in, a new sunlight.

Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. Finnbarr travelled around, distancing himself from his family's forest and met many other groups of owls, not only Barn Owls like himself. However none seemed to understand his stories, his jokes, his sarcasm. His was not the behavior other owls favored, it seemed. He was left out not only for being the newcomer, the stranger, but for the way he acted. Clearly, none truly deserved his company.

Finnbarr flew off again, this time heading deeper into the Domain. The little owl wasn't aware of the threat now roaming those lands.

That's when Finnbarr was forced to flee again, flapping his wings like he never did, as an enormous white wolf that stank of death began chasing him...

## Trivia

* Finnbarr absolutely hates nicknames. His name is Finnbarr and that's what he wants to be called. As he will always say, his name is the perfect union between two words and has a harmonious sound (at least the way he says it) that doesn't have to be butchered with nicknames.
* Funny enough, Finnbarr is the one that gives nicknames to everything and everyone.
* Makenna is the one with more nicknames, usually he calls her with names of birds known to have a very croaky call, usually jay, crow or magpie or with names recalling her white rear.
* Finnbarr swears a lot, although never crossing the line of heavy swearing: dang, bloody hell, flippin' hell, etc.
* Despite being seeing mocking Makenna for her looks or voice, he grows to care for her and she later understands that this is his way to show his affection, never meaning any actual ill towards her. She too learns how to talk back at him.

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