Finn

The world is mostly empty. People are sparse, and civilization, what’s that? “What is the time?” It’s the stupidest question one could ask. Time is measured by the sun, and as for time period, it is not known. There are zippers and lighters, but there are also hand bound books and wooden bows with arrows. Accents mean nothing, as nationality is no more. Such is the world. Finn is a product of this world. He’s a perfect survivor, fending for himself. He’s not evil, there’s no time to be evil, but he will not go out of his way to help someone either. Handsome and probably in his mid twenties, though of course there is no way of knowing because there is no time and no birth certificates. Finn wonders alone as survivors do in this timeless, nearly empty world where magic is an accepted reality.