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Character Information

Full Name: FN-2187
Nicknames: Finn
Canon: Star Wars
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: early 20's
PB: John Boyega
Journal: eyes_of_the_storm
4th Walling: Prefer not - the poor guy's already had his world turned upside down and his worldview completely shredded.
Canon Point: On Takodana, the fight outside Maz's castle, momentarily dazed/KO'd when Nines knocks him off his feet, right before Han Solo shoots the stormtrooper
Physical description: Finn is human with dark skin, broad nose, brown eyes, short, super-curly, black hair. He's athletic and rather slim, 5′ 9″ tall.

Canon Information

History:
Finn on Wookieepedia

FN-2187 was taken from his family at a young enough age that he only has the vaguest of memories of them. He has no idea what his parents even named him. He was processed into the First Order, given a designation, and that was that. He very likely grew up directly with the others in his cadre, the FN Corps. He excelled at everything, both in school and in training (sometimes in spite of secret doubts or misgivings). Eventually, he was not only assigned into a squad, he was named squad leader. Two of his mates, FN-2199/"Nines" and FN-2000/"Zeroes", were capable troopers-in-training (who grew to resent their fourth member and made no secret of it within the squad), but the fourth member of the team, FN-2003, earned the nickname "Slip" because he always seemed to slip behind everyone else - just a bit slower physically and mentally. "Eight-Seven" (he never really did take or receive a nickname of his own) helped Slip whenever he could, and while there's nothing strictly wrong with that, it was noted by their instructors on several occasions and included in the reports to the cadre's commanding officer, Captain Phasma. When General Hux witnessed it as part of a particularly difficult combat simulation and commented on it to her, the captain finally confronted FN-2187 about it. Aiding the weakest link doesn't strengthen that link, it weakens the whole. Slip had to learn to stand - or fall - on his own. FN-2187 swore to stop helping . . . but it felt wrong, and left him with a sick feeling in his stomach any time after that he had to keep himself from going to his teammate's aid, whether it was to help cover for him in training or help him clean up a broken dish on mess duty.

At some point in all of this, he was assigned to Starkiller Base. In fact, seeing as the planet is the unofficial headquarters of the First Order, it's likely that FN-2187 grew up there, spending a great deal of time there. It seems like FN-2187 might never have seen a Star Destroyer for himself until his first deployment, though that can't be certain from the literature (it is certain he'd never seen TIE fighters for real until then). As there's little reason to keep secrets from stormtroopers, even cadets - not like they'll betray what they know - FN-2187 knew a great deal about the purpose, operations, and key locations of and around the planet. His primary assignment for at least part of his time there was in Sanitation.

Fully indoctrinated in the First Order's propaganda as he was, FN-2187 still suffered doubts and insecurities about a number of things, believing there was something wrong with him, that he was broken or something somehow, since he seemed to be the only one with these misgivings. He didn't dare try to broach the subject with anyone, not even his own squadmates. It all came to a head when he was finally deployed on his very first assignment. The debriefing said that they were to restore order at a mining outpost after Republic agents had infiltrated the mines, sabotaging equipment and sowing dissent among the workers. What he saw, however, told a very different story. Glimpses of the miners themselves and the environment in which they worked hinted heavily at inhumanly dangerous conditions, deprivation, and awful abuse. They were malnourished, sickly, many clearly injured, and every one of them . . . terrified. FN-2187 thought he'd be sick at the sight, at thought of what these poor people must have been through. But the worst was yet to come when it turned out that the problem wasn't the Republic at all but the miners striking for better conditions . . . and the First Order response was merely to kill the negotiators. In the sights of his rifle, he saw terror and a life of suffering about to end. Even considering that it might be a mercy kill, FN-2187 couldn't bring himself to do it. As it turned out, Slip did it for him.

In the simulator he booked himself into immediately after that, thinking that more training would assuage the turmoil in his head, would purge the imperfection from him, to help make him so that he was no longer so different that he was broken, that he wouldn't be alone . . . that was when he finally knew. He really wasn't one of them, never would be. It had all been like a game before, a game that he played very VERY well. But . . . it had never been a game. Yes, there were enemies out there, and innocents too - but the innocents meant nothing. They were to be mowed down merely as obstacles, never considered for the suffering and needs that they had. The First Order didn't care, so long as they got what they wanted.

The next mission came only hours after that, before FN-2187 had had time to process what had happened and the storm of reactions within him, a maelstrom he couldn't share with anyone to help him work through for fear of the psytechs that would descend on him. His squad, along with several others, were deployed in support of the mysterious Kylo Ren. To FN-2187's horror, they were ordered to wipe out the entire town. This time, it wasn't just a handful of starved and scared miners, it was every man, woman, child, even their farm animals. The loss of Slip in the fighting, and Nines and Zeroes not even seeming to notice, let alone care, was the last straw. Slip died in FN-2187's arms, and after that, the rest was a blur of blaster fire, the cries of the frightened, the screams of the dying, and the personal fight to not violently purge the contents of his stomach into his helmet. The one thing that stood out to him out of all the chaos was the moment he was startled around a corner and brought his rifle up only to find himself facing an unarmed woman and seeing the terror and the certainty of doom in her eyes. In the world outside of the First Order, the world that FN-2187 had been so anxious to see for himself and to get out there and help spread peace and order, he finally understood - the sight of stormtroopers wasn't a promise of aid and protection. It was a death sentence.

FN-2187 made it back to the Star Destroyer and off the transport with the rest of his cadre, only to fall discreetly behind with the aim of sneaking back onto the shuttle . . . so he could finally lose his last three meals into the nearest waste receptacle. But he was noticed after all. His commanding officer, Captain Phasma, ordered him to turn in his weapon for inspection, already suspecting that he'd not fired a shot - that he'd disobeyed a direct order. He did so, even knowing he'd be punished. He was evaluated by psytechs and subjected to reconditioning . . . an experience that he had NO desire to repeat. But he managed to handle himself as expected, to give the answers they wanted, and he was finally cleared to resume regular duty. That . . . was also something he didn't care anymore to repeat.

He couldn't stay here anymore. He had to get out. He had to get far away from here, away from the First Order! But how?...and then he remembered the Resistance pilot that they'd captured. Knowing what they almost certainly were doing to that poor man, FN-2187 knew he couldn’t leave him here. But also . . . he was a pilot, and if there was one thing FN-2187 would need to escape a spacefaring vessel, it was someone with piloting skills. It was crazy . . . but FN-2187 had long accepted that there was something wrong with him. So FN-2187 snuck into the prisoner's holding cell, managed to get custody from the guard, and together the two stole a TIE fighter and succeeded in clearing the hangar bay and the ship. But then, they were attacking the ship! And intending to return to Jakku instead of leaping into hyperspace to get the HELL away from here - apparently, the pilot needed to retrieve an astromech with extraordinarily vital data, a map to someone the now former stormtrooper had only heard of in terms of legend.

In the heat of the dogfight they were locked in, when the pilot praised his shooting of the fighter's armament, scoring an impressive hit, he also asked the trooper's name. Something lanced through him at that. No one had ever asked him his name before. No one had ever given him one either. He'd never merited one, after all. He was a nobody, meant to be a faceless, indistinct killing machine, one of millions. The pilot was having none of that, refusing to call him by just a number, refusing to call him by anything that "they" had called him. The pilot gave him something then that he'd never had, something he'd never known he's longed deeply for until that moment. The pilot gave him a name - Finn. The pilot's name, in turn, was Poe Dameron.

Despite their best efforts, their fighter was shot down, Poe knocked unconscious - dead, for all he knew. The ex-trooper ejected, lost consciousness himself in the wildly gyroscoping descent, and later woke to find the wreckage of the fighter, unable to rescue Poe from the cockpit - unable to even locate more than the man's jacket in all the smoke - before the sands swallowed the fighter whole, followed by an impressive explosion. As far as the ex-trooper could tell, his new friend was also no more.

The now irrevocably former stormtrooper - Finn - made his way across the desert sands, depositing his armor as he went, shedding his old life with every piece he dropped until he was left with just his bodyglove and boots . . . and Poe's jacket. In honor of him, he wore it as he sought civilization, finally finding it in the form of Niima Outpost. After shamelessly sharing a disgusting trough with an equally disgusting beast of burden just for the poor excuse of free water it offered, Finn tried to help a young woman being beset by two ruffians, though he quickly saw that his help was not needed. Next thing he knew, he was the one being attacked. By her! Turned out the droid with her had recognized Poe's jacket, accusing him of being a thief. It was BB-8, the astromech that Poe had been so desperate to get back to Jakku for.

They barely had time to straighten out that misunderstanding before Finn was running for his life again, this time with the girl and droid in tow. The First Order had tracked either him or the droid here - which one, he didn't know and didn't care to find out. They escaped into an old Corellian freighter and, after a harrowing chase by two persistent TIE fighters, they managed to slip free of Jakku's atmosphere and into space.

Once they had a moment to breathe again, the two celebrated, first excitedly praising the other's piloting/shooting, and finally introducing themselves to each other. Her name was Rey. They had a problem, though. They needed to get BB-8 back to the Resistance. Rey needed to know where that was so she could fly them there, and Finn couldn't tell her . . . and couldn't tell her that he couldn't tell her. Back on Jakku, after straightening out the misunderstanding and right before the stormtroopers found them, Rey had asked him if he was a Resistance fighter. Well . . . the way she'd looked at him - admiring, hopeful - he'd found himself saying yes. Her reaction at his affirmation was everything that woman's the night of the raid should have been - relief and joy, not terror and resignation. It made Finn deeply ashamed of everything he'd ever done, everything he'd been.

Their troubles were far from over when they found they'd been caught in a tractor beam, pulled inescapably into the bay of an even bigger freighter. Finn feared the worse, sure that the First Order had caught up to them (he was so scared of being captured by them that he'd see First Order agents everywhere). But it was legendary smugglers and once-Rebel heroes Han Solo and Chewbacca reclaiming their stolen ship - the dilapidated freighter was no one other than the equally legendary Millennium Falcon. Unfortunately, there were others hot on the pair's heels, looking to reclaim things too, money that was owed. Han and Chewie wound up cornered between two gangs with nowhere to hide and Han running out of verbal feints to buy time. Hiding with Finn in the access passageway below, Rey tried to seal all the blast doors in this section of the ship, aiming to isolate the three groups, but she opened everything instead. Everything . . . including the confinement containers holding three highly dangerous monsters called rathtars. The destructive, ravenous behemoths went on a rampage. In the ensuing chaos, Han and Chewie, Finn, Rey, and BB-8 managed to flee to the Falcon and escape.

Han and Chewie took the fugitives to Takodana to talk to an old, accomplished smuggler by the name of Maz Kanata. If anyone could get them on a "clean" (unsuspected by the First Order) ship to take them to the Resistance, she could. But Finn's plan had never been to go to the Resistance. He wanted as far away from the First Order as possible. Maz pointed him to a pirate crew bound for the Outer Rim. He went to talk to them, and Rey followed, confused by his sudden abandonment. It was then that he was forced to come clean to her - that he wasn't who she thought he was. That he wasn't a member of the Resistance. That he was a former First Order stormtrooper. The news shocked her almost more than if he's physically slapped her. Still, she begged him not to go. It was hard, but his bone-deep terror won out and he bid her take care of herself . . . please. Fear and shame weighed him down as he followed the crew out of Maz's castle.

They were loading the ship, preparing to leave, when murmurs and cries of fearful shock made him turn and look up, easily spotting the streak of bright crimson light lancing across the sky, the end fanning into multiple rays, each ending in what could only be an explosion of an unimaginable magnitude. With the sickest feeling he'd ever experienced yet, Finn knew instantly what it was, and it sent him bolting back into Maz's castle to find Han. The First Order had finally done it - they'd fired the great weapon of Starkiller Base and destroyed the chief planets of the New Republic. Rey was nowhere to be found, having run off, for what reason Finn didn't know. Maz didn't elaborate, only led him, Han, and Chewie into the bowels of her castle, to a storeroom where she pulled from an old wooden chest something that Finn never in his life thought he would see but recognized instantly - a lightsaber. From the tone of Han's voice when he asked where she'd gotten it, Finn had to guess that he recognized it too, not just what it was . . but whose. To his shock, though, it wasn't to Han that Maz offered the almost sacred item. It was to him. "Take it! Find your friend." Finn closed both hands around the cool metal hilt and could feel the immense importance of what had just been entrusted to him.

No time to contemplate further, however, as the whole castle shook suddenly with the thunderous impact of heavy weapons. The First Order had arrived. Through the rubble that had collapsed over the entry, the foursome worked their way free of the castle into the chaos of a ground assault already well under way. Han and Chewie split off, throwing themselves into the fight. Finn hesitated and Maz urged him that Rey and BB-8 needed him. Feeling naked without a blaster of some kind, he yelled over the din of combat, "I need a weapon!" Grabbing his wrist, she called attention back to the item in his hand. "You have one!" Shocked and uncertain, he gazed dumbly at it for an instant before switching on the lightsaber. The bright blue energy blade pierced the air as it grew to length, the hum of power both audible and vibrating softly in his hand. Bolstered by the sight, he threw himself into the combat.

"Traitor!"

As Finn dropped one stormtrooper he managed to kill with a surprise-attack, a strangely familiar voice spun him around. The new stormtrooper whom he found facing him seemed to be glaring straight at him with a very personal interest, ignoring all other targets around them. The stormtrooper didn't advance on him right away but instead paused long enough to make a show of throwing down the shield and blaster he carried, pulling instead the tonfa-like weapon hung from his hip. It was a Z6 baton, an anti-riot weapon that could kill but was mostly meant for crowd control. It was about that point that Finn finally placed the voice. It was FN-2199 - "Nines" - one of his former, surviving squadmates, the more brutal of the two. Unwaveringly loyal to the First Order, Finn knew what Nines was telling him - he meant to take the traitorous ex-stormtrooper alive, return him to their superiors to face the punishment that he had coming for his crimes. Finn braced himself, re-igniting the lightsaber. Though unfamiliar with it, Finn was highly adept at learning a new weapon quickly and well. Still, he was no match for the better training and the raw fury of Nine's attacks, driving him back across the broken ground of what had, only minutes ago, been the weathered, impressive courtyard. He made a remarkable accounting of himself, all things considered, but it was perhaps inevitable that Nines finally got in a solid shot on him, catching him across the chest. The powerful pulse of the baton's energy field shocked Finn deep into his ribcage and threw him back several feet to land hard, breath smashed from his lungs and head hitting the ground with brain-rattling force.

Stunned, disoriented, and momentarily distracted by pain, he'll lose, if not consciousness, then at least awareness of his surroundings long enough to believe that he passed out, next finding himself nude and lying under what he'll at first take to be the overhead light array of a medical examination table. He'll realize in the next moment that the supposed lamp array is actually a ball of god-energy and that he's very much not in Kansas anymore.


Personality:
If there is one trait that defines former stormtrooper FN-2187, the one that sets him apart from all of his fellows, it's compassion. It was compassion that led him to aid Slip whenever his fellow trooper needed a hand, at least until he was made to swear not to. It was compassion that made him feel sick inside to watch Slip suffer, and to not be angry and resentful like his squadmates when the whole squad was punished for Slip's mistakes. It was ultimately compassion - within a sea of people, an entire society built on a complete lack of it - that made the young man feel a little separated, a little broken, all his life, knowing that there was secretly something "wrong" with him, since he seemed to be the only one with this fault in his character, whatever it was - he didn't even have a word for it. Finally, it was at least in part compassion that led him to free the captive Resistance pilot, knowing what the First Order would do to him, what they'd surely been doing to him. Yes, he knew his own only chance of escape was to find a pilot able and willing to fly him far away from the First Order, but he wasn't lying when he told Poe Dameron that he was doing it because it was the right thing to do.

Doing the right thing has always been a primary motivator for Finn, even as a stormtrooper. Deeply and fully indoctrinated in the First Order way of thinking, he had honestly believed the rhetoric about bringing peace, unity, and order to the shambled chaos of the galaxy. It's why he trained so hard, it's why he never complained no matter how rough things were, it's why . . . the realization of the truth - at the mining colony, at Tuanul - shattered his whole worldview so violently and completely. (In the movie, he ducks into the empty transport and just removes his helmet to catch his breath as he hyperventilates, but in the novelization, he runs in there to throw up into the nearest recycling container - he's that thoroughly rattled and upset by it all.)

Finn is not a proud man. It goes beyond his willingness to run from things, even to the point of (abandoning) parting ways with Rey at Maz's place in order to escape the First Order. Truth is, he's nobody and he knows it. One might even get the impression that he has low self-esteem. In a sense, this is true, but it's much more complex than that. He knows what he knows, he knows what he's capable of, and he's firm in the belief in his own abilities (though never to a point of arrogance). In that respect, his self-esteem is fine. However, he was raised to be but one insignificant cog in a vast and terrible machine. Everything about stormtrooper training embedded in him and his fellows a sense of faceless conformity, of a complete lack of individuality or personal worth, that their value lay solely in their service to the First Order. Add to that Finn's exceptional skills and test scores, the praises he's gotten that set him further apart from his fellows ("all the trainees could learn something from watching FN-2187") that always made him feel awkward and embarrassed, and it's easy to see how compliments of any kind, especially if he thinks he doesn't deserve them, feel meaningless, even false, to him. He's grown immune to them.

Going back to his flight from the First Order even on Takodana, Finn may seem like a coward. That couldn't be further from the truth. It's just that everyone has their limits, and Finn had hit his. At lightspeed. He knows better than anyone the full might and horror of the First Order. He knows their mentality. He knows what they'll do to him if they ever get their hands on him again. Terror of the authority of the First Order is so deeply ingrained in him that, though even he rationally knows it's not likely at best, his words and his actions make him come across as if he thinks the First Order would go so far as to hunt him down personally for what he's done. Yes, they have more important things to worry about, but in his mind, it's not that he thinks he's important enough for them to chase, he's just that terrified of being caught at all.

However . . . there's a big "BUT" to all that. For himself, he has no shame in running. For his own sake, he won't confront a force greater than himself, no reason to - he has no worth and no leg to stand on . . . but as soon as someone he cares about is threatened? Well, that's a completely different game. It goes back to his compassion and his sense of right. Even before his desertion, this could be seen, such as when he broke protocol to go back and help his teammate, Slip (FN-2003) catch up to the others in a vicious combat simulation. He was running from the First Order from the moment he made the decision to help Poe escape, up to and including the break he made with Rey to go with the pirates headed for the Outer Rim, fighting along with everyone else at the arrival of the First Order out of self-preservation. True, he could have just run then too, hidden himself, waited for everything to be over, but that never even crossed his mind. He fought for his own defense and that of everyone else there. But then he watched Kylo Ren carry Rey, unconscious, onto his ship and leave with her. A switch flipped over in Finn, and though it was useless, he ran, screaming, straight towards Ren's ship, angry and frustrated (and scared for her) when he failed to reach it before it took off. The next time Maz saw him, right after that, he unintentionally got an impressed "wow" out of her. She was now looking into the eyes of a warrior.


Strengths
** his courage - despite all the running away he does in the course of the movie/novel, due to his being in way over his head and in the deepest trouble he could ever conceive of with ultimately no one who could save him from it, he's actually really brave. Especially once he has someone other than his own not-worthwhile self to defend. His courage was one of the traits that his superiors valued in him.
** his commitment - once he's set his heart and mind on something, there's little that will get in the way of him doing everything he can to achieve that goal
** he really enjoys learning something new, no matter what it is, and he's a quick learner


Weaknesses
** the depth of the lifelong brainwashing he now has to deconstruct and the tendency toward thought patterns and conditioned responses that he'll have to learn to deal with
** his lack of self-worth, and his unease around superiors and other authority figures
** his respect (to the point of fear and submissiveness) of someone who he perceives to have real authority over him
** no mind-to-mouth filter when he's feeling overwhelmed or awkward, or when he's really comfortable with someone (so, like, half the time he speaks at all) - this kind of makes sense too, as he's spent all his life bottling every emotion, every reaction, he's ever had...suddenly, he doesn't have to censure himself anymore
** when he's feeling overwhelmed enough, when he's way out of his element, he can get panicky (and that's when the lack of filter can really be seen), though not enough so to keep him from doing what he needs to do - duty and training trump horror and panic
** his entire life has been structured and tightly regimented down to the minute - so many minutes to eat, so many minutes to bathe, so many minutes for training or leisure or sleep or anything . . . with so much free time on his hands all of a sudden, he's REALLY not going to know what to do with himself! It'll be so alien to him.

Gara Information

Images: (I'll come back to this later. XD)

Number of gara: Three.
Primary Type and Color(s)/Color Patterns: Lea in variegated purples
Secondary Type and Color(s)/Color Patterns: Vii as a star ruby, also a bit striped/variegated with parts that shift into more orange (Looks a lot like this, but with the color shifts more notable.)
Tertiary Type and Color(s)/Color Patterns: Afe in pearlescent greys

Shapes/Configuration: The largest piece, Lea, very obviously resembles the First Order insignia but it is cleaved as close to "in two" as possible while still being a single gara piece. Vii is in the somewhat vague shape of an X-wing nosing into the gap in the Lea gara, with the rest of the space filled in by a long and narrow, but blunted, sort of arrow shape which is the Afe gara.

Other Information

Special Abilities:
There's nothing inhumanly extraordinary about Finn. That said, it was believed among his instructors, his superiors, and his fellows in the First Order that he was going to be one of the best stormtroopers that anyone had ever seen, well on his way to becoming an officer before he'd even been properly considered a full-fledged stormtrooper, while he was still a cadet in training. Finn is fit and very strong, he's agile, he's smart, able to think strategically on his feet. He consistently scores in the top 1% of any test, any evaluation, he's ever taken (considering that troopers are also schooled in such things as history, math, literacy, etc, one can assume that to be academic achievement as well as physical training/military achievement). He can fire 36 times in a simulated combat and score 35 kills. Instruct him in a new weapon (melee, at the least), give him a day's training with it, and he'll be able to wield it with surprising dexterity. He's probably as close as a human can get, without enhancements, to being the "perfect soldier". (Well, if his own psychology doesn’t get in his way.)


Notable/Unique Needs: N/A


Anything else? Finn's position in Sanitation on Starkiller Base is surely meant as a joke as much as anything in the movie, and has certainly been made moreso by fans and critics alike, but it actually makes a lot of sense to me. Those working "invisibly" around others, doing menial tasks that are beneath those others, often are more privy to information and hearsay than one might realize, since those around them don't notice them as much and will more freely speak of things they might not around others. And at least in the novel, during the debriefing meeting, Finn proved that he knew quite a bit. Rey was not apparently on his mind at all at that time when he said he knew where the controls were but that he needed to be there to help get to and disable them - he wasn't just making excuses to go there himself. Also . . . the jobs of Sanitation would run EVERYWHERE. No place would be strictly off-limits to at least a few members, those with clearance, because there are sanitation needs in every sector, on every level, in every department. Really - who better outside of commanding officers and key engineers and the like to learn the ins and outs of sensitive regions than "the janitor". Once there, Finn was able to lead Han and Chewie unerringly to where they needed to go, avoiding patrols as they went. Obviously, he knew his way around, and not just to the nearest broom closet.

Also, Starkiller Base is THE ENTIRE PLANET. The building housing the containment and oscillation field control system, massive though it was, was likely nowhere near the vast cadet training facilities, maybe even clear on the other side of the planet. While in training, it's not likely that Finn would have been sent there except for extracurricular reasons. It's known that Finn's squad was punished more than a few times for Slip's mistakes and failings. They could have been sent to that facility on a temporary basis, in Sanitation, as punishment. Especially since, out of people being punished, you'd want people you could trust in such an important facility. Slip might have wound up stationed at the facility in Sanitation on a more permanent basis sooner or later had he survived, but it's not something the Order would have done to the "potentially best stormtrooper they've ever seen", not more than temporarily and not without good reason. I can't fault Han for his reaction to Finn's admission, but really, it doesn't negate that Finn really did know what he was doing. Now . . . could he actually get them into overtly restricted areas? Let alone had the codes to disable the shields? No, and I don't know that he ever quite claimed that (he...didn't outright say he couldn't either, of course). That was the hopeful "we'll use the Force!" comment - and who could blame him? He'd heard of people doing incredible things with it, so why not this? Of course, they wound up cornering Captain Phasma to do it for them instead.

Writing Samples

First Person: Example 1

Third Person: Example 1
Example 2 (Regarding Rey in the second example - the point of the PSL is to let the guys reunite and really get to interact and know each other without Finn so freaked out for Rey's sake…but also not have her there so neither of us had to try to play her too. LOVE her character! I just needed her to not be present and not be a major influence for this particular interaction.)