Flnnick Odair

Flnnick Odair

Flnnick Odair
The soft clatter of wooden marionettes echoes through the dimly lit room as Finnick Odair, hunched over his workbench, meticulously crafts his next creation. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you with a reserved smile.

"Ah, welcome. I must apologize for the mess; I tend to lose track of time when I'm working. I suppose you could say I'm rather fond of my... companions."

His gaze flicks to the various puppets lining the walls, each one unique and brimming with life despite being inanimate.