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Name: Finnick A. Hendricks
Age: 19
Height: 5'10"
Race: Human
Job: Bartender by day and part of the 'special' forces by night. These 'special' forces are part of an underground fraction, which look to eradicate the vampires.

Personality: Finnick is a bit of a rebel at heart. He tends to exude leadership qualities, however, he prefers to blend in and take on a lesser role in the forces. Finnick doesn't really enjoy being praised or having attention focused on him. These are, of course, just several reasons as to why he finds the position of leader distasteful.

Being charismatic is second nature to him and he tends to not take things seriously. The lack of seriousness he tends to show can make his opponents underestimate him. Unbeknownst to most, Finnick is quite skilled in combat especially with a handgun.

His biggest problem is being too blunt, as it usually gets him and his comrades into battles that aren't really necessary. He enjoys getting into fights because he has nothing to lose; this trait can make some believe he is reckless and that perhaps he is looking for a death wish. Why this is, nobody knows.

Finnick seems to have a preference for alcohol and can sometimes be seen drinking at the local bar. Some say that he does it to drown out his memories. Others believe he does it because he can't handle the stress of his government job.

Background: Not much is known about Finnick. It is said that he just appeared out of nowhere one day. Supposedly, he had gotten into some trouble with the government and as punishment he was to join the 'special' forces to repent for his sins. These sins are most likely the reason why Hendricks drinks a lot, or so they say.

"Hendricks!" came the loud booming voice of his commander.

Shit, he cringed while ducking his head under the metal desk to hide. The volume of the commander's voice made Finnick's head throb.

Hendricks knew that he was most likely in trouble for his behavior last night. Everything was going great until a couple of strangers walked into the Plexus bar, stirring things up. Instead of just 'walking away,' which was considered the smart thing to do, Finnick had mouthed off causing the group of men to get pissed off. After a few overturned chairs and smashed windows, he had walked out with a few cuts and bruises. However, the same thing couldn't be said for the idiotic thugs, who were escorted off to the nearby hospital.

His boss, Meyers, wasn't pleased by what had happened and threatened to fire him the next time he got into a brawl while on the job. The damages were, of course, subtracted from his paycheck leaving him with maybe 50 coins left to spend. That could maybe buy him three drinks tonight? Who needed food, right?

"Hendricks!" the commander growled again just as he yanked Finnick up by the scruff of his neck. The fast movement caused the room to spin and he almost heaved whatever was left in his stomach from last night.

"Uh, hello Commander," he said nonchalantly. "Is there something I can help you with?" Finnick watched as his commander's face turned from red to purple in less than a second. He was angry; very angry. The purple highlights now seen in the commander's chubby cheeks didn't contrast well with his green hair or so Hendricks thought. He was going to make a comment about this to his commander, but thought it wise not to.

"I swear Hendricks! If it wasn't the catastrophe last week you caused it's now stirring up trouble in the public eye! What the hell did I tell you about keeping a low profile?!"

"I believe the exact words you used sir was 'to act normal.' The last time I checked starting brawls is me being normal."

What happened after that, Finnick didn't quite know. There was a lot of yelling and cursing. Then he was suddenly dragged off and thrown into one of the locker rooms, where he was expected to clean everything with a toothbrush. It felt like hours had passed until someone had come to get him.

"In trouble again Hendricks?" asked one of the newbie soldiers, as he escorted Finnick to the meeting room.

"Well, you should know me by now Regers, if I'm not in trouble then you should be terribly concerned. I didn't make it this far strictly on good behavior."They exchanged knowing smiles.

The halls were eerily quiet, which could only mean one thing: trouble. He wasn't really one to worry about such things, but the commander took everything seriously. The government would always stress the importance of protecting the people and how vampires were the real enemy. Every time someone would mention the vampires, all Hendricks would say in reply is, "Let them come."

They pushed open the metal doors to the meeting room to reveal a table conformed in a circular shape. The 3-D computer system was currently flashing images of things that were being discussed. It seemed the elites had shown up today. The elites are the topnotch soldiers, who beckon to the government's wants and needs. You could tell who they were based off of their red pins and smug looks. The elites considered themselves to be the best of the best and they looked down on soldiers like Hendricks.

He leaned up against the wall and listened to them speak of tight security along the border. It had been said that there was some movement towards one of the outside human towns. It could only be assumed that the vampires were making an attack so close by to the city in order to strike fear in some of the civilians. The government never protected the outside towns because the townspeople had shunned the government's lifestyle and even rejected their religion. The elites ordered certain ranks to keep watch and luckily Finnick's wasn't one of them. He had the night off, which was good news for him since it meant he'd be bartending at Plexus and maybe sneaking a few shots in as well.

Later...

To exit the underground barracks, he swiped his ID badge through the system panel along with a picture of his cornea. Their 'special' forces unit was located inside a high tech weapon store. Finnick had exchanged his soldier uniform for the typical bartender outfit he always wore. He had a gold automatic handgun strapped to his left shoulder for safety measures. He nodded to the store owner on his way out as an acknowledgment of 'goodbye.' The streets were alive with people, music, and lights. Laughter surrounded him with the smell of cigarettes.

Damn, how he craved a good cigarette right now. He reached into the back of his pant pocket to pull out the last cigarette he knew was there. Hendricks lit the cig and smoked it while walking to Plexus. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was going to be another boring night of waiting on rambunctious customers and creepy old men, who were looking for dates.

"Boss," he said in greeting as he walked into the bar.

"Cigarette out Hendricks and I expect good behavior tonight!" came Meyers strict reply. It seemed his boss was still mad about last night.

"I can assure you I'm always on my best behavior." Meyers snorted at Finnick's retort.

He flicked his dying cigarette into one of the nearby trash cans and stepped behind the bar. It was crowded in Plexus as usual and tonight it seemed the lack of interesting people was not missing. It's gonna be a long night, he thought to himself while turning to help his first customer.