"This is why I do not take apprentices. Adeline, the puny scullery wench I had taken under my wing, has run off with one of my golems. She is dead, of course. I activated the failsafe as soon their mutual absence was brought to my attention. Ethereal flames devoured her from within, and she died writhing in agony, no doubt. Unfortunately, the golem has yet to respond to my beacon. Perhaps it is faulty. It was always an odd one. The ninth in the Pantomath series, and yet different from the rest. Aware, alert (not by human standards, but still). If I was a fool, I may even suspect it was sentient. Perish the thought. I have hired mercenaries to find the creature. They'll scour the land, and bring me my prize. The golem is insignificant. What lies locked within the creature is absolutely essential. Knowledge, which my own brain could no longer hold. Centuries upon centuries of collected arcane knowledge. Not just mine, but that which I have ripped by force, from the minds of my foes. The creature is a font of forbidden knowledge, in the form of a clueless boy." -Sorceror Marach Faresi's journal, on his escaped homunculus

Finn is an artificially created lifeform, in the general shape of a human. Though he was created two-hundred years ago, Finn retains the shape of a young man, somewhere between his late teens and early twenties. He stands at about five feet, and 6 inches tall, with a thin and willowy build. His skin is made of a living stone, pure white and entirely unnatural in appearance. Electric blue and sickly green tattoos form arcane symbols and patterns across his skin, glowing with an eldritch light. The glyphs appear to shift constantly, but slowly. One could watch as the tattoos just gradually slid off his face and down his neck, or down his arm and onto his hand, then back up. His eyes are just as bizarre in fashion, wholly black with stark white irises in the center, which dilate and constrict seemingly at will. His hair, long on top and shaved on the sides and back, is black as pitch, with a rainbow sheen when the light hits it, in the way of oil.