HEY, i think i just saw WYATT FINLEY walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and you’ll learn the THIRTY-TWO YEAR OLD is working as a COURIER at VEGAS POSTAL and lives in a flat in SOLSTICE APARTMENTS with MILO. given they are ENDEARING but A POOR JUDGE OF CHARACTER, it’s likely that they ARE NOT a vampire. i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to SABOTAGE by BEASTIE BOYS and you’ll know why they’re called THE GOLDEN VICE. ☾ .⭒˚ will poulter. cisman + he/him. raging homosexual (affectionately) + aquarius.
FULL NAME: Wyatt Cormac Finley
OCCUPATION: Courier at Vegas Postal
AGE: 32
PRONOUNS: he/him
SPECIES: human
HEIGHT: 6’2”
HAIR: blonde—usually worn short and shaggy or in a quiff (if longer) and well-kept.
PREVIOUS HOMETOWN: hammersmith, London — speaks with an rp (received pronunciation) accent and often drops his ‘g’s because it’s comfortable and he’s lazy.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single, but he’s not really one for labels.
SEXUALITY: gay
AFFILIATION: none, much to the dismay of his weiss relatives
PERSONALITY
CHEEKY. He is always pushing his luck. He has one of those smiles that pulls the sun out of hiding and fills the hole he’d been metaphorically digging himself back up with dirt. You can count on him to turn a sentimental moment into a joke because it’ll kill him if he doesn’t make light of something serious.
FLAKEY. Do not trust him with time-sensitive tasks. Don’t even trust him to show up to work on time. He’ll show, because he doesn’t make empty promises, but you can bet he’ll be late.
IMPULSIVE. No, he didn’t think through the consequences of that run-and-gun decision. Everything seems like a good idea when you’re incapable of thinking more than a few seconds ahead on any given day and are prone to making decisions with your heart, rather than your head.
LOYAL. He’s not great at expressing meaningful feelings, but he can certainly show you. If you’ve earned his trust, his loyalty is undying and trumps all of his flakey traits — if you need him, he will drop everything to be there for you. Any time, any place, by any means.
RECKLESS. He’s a fire guy. He’s a booze guy. He’s a five-finger-discount guy. He doesn’t have any intention to hurt anyone or anything in the process, but damn is he charming when he apologises.
TALKATIVE. Good luck.
WITTY. Loves a punchline and a little attention as a result. Also loves poking fun at those he loves. Gentle bullying is one of his love languages at this point (as is biting, but that’s a conversation for a different trait).
BIOGRAPHY
Wyatt is the youngest of two Finley boys and grew up in a single-parent household. His father is a mystery that he doesn’t care to solve. He’s hellishly protective of his biological and chosen families and has a tendency to devote his blind loyalty to those he loves.
Has his father's unforgiving aggression and his mother's irrevocable compassion.
Something of an athlete and a scrappy wrestler, Wyatt made a living out of it during his adolescent and young-adult life. Mostly because he’d been talked into it by mates as a means of redirecting restless energy. It’s been long-suspected that he has some sort of attention disorder, but has never had a formal diagnosis.
He travelled away from home often — for matches and championships that eventually spurred on an endless cycle of temporary friendships. Ones that blossomed into situationships, and eventually fizzled into early-morning fantasies when he needed to travel again.
He tried to keep contact with his loved ones as best he could, but Wyatt had always been more of a physical than digital communicator. Sprinkled with a little self-sabotage and self-loathing, he was used to being alone by the time he struck his mid-twenties, despite being surrounded by a network of friends that were always vying for his attention.
Life brought him to vegas after a second tear to his MCL in three years and a ‘right place, right time’ phone call from a friend. He spent most of his recovery on their couch, forced to find the simple pleasures of doing absolutely nothing.
He will talk someone's ear off about the comedic genius that is Scooby Doo: Where Are You?
He currently works as a courier for Vegas Postal, and a tardy one at that. If your package is late, there's a high chance it's his fault. Don't worry, he's mastered the art of the charming apology.
