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Finn Cambell came from a distant world, one completely different to the one they inhabited now. Their backstory isn't well known, this being because Finn was just a baby when they were hand delivered to Yveteyl. Finn, having human blood in their veins, was curious. Constantly asking questions, but never receiving any answers. So they grew up in the dark. It bugged them, sure, but they brushed it off as if it was okay, even if it ate them up inside.
Today was November Fifteenth, Finn's birthday. More specifically, Finn's nineteenth birthday. The only thing they had been begging for was a chance to get out and explore the galaxy that they had been adoring for the past nineteen years. Their guardian, Minerva, the one who had raised them from their youth to the present, had been uncomfortable with the topic. Every time it was brought up, they avoided the question, and changed the topic immediately. This was starting to make the nineteen year old irritable.
"But it's my birthday," Finn reasoned, keeping a hopeful gaze to the taller individual. Minerva stopped her pace, thinking to themselves before responding.
"But my dear, there are so many more things in this galaxy that you could wish for. Things this planet could deliver. Things these people could deliver. Speaking of the people, I heard there's going to be a huge celebration at nightfall for a special someone." Finn smiled, but it wasn't truly sincere.
They were going to get what they desired, even if it called for drastic and impulsive decisions.
