(This is a character for humbleroleplay's Hunted role play.)

NAME: Finnegan "Finn" Taggart (alias)
AGE: appears to be in his late forties-early fifties
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: demiromantic demi-heterosexual
SPECIES: Kelpie
PERSONALITY: Gruff, ornery, and irritable Finnegan isn't exactly a sociable man. In fact her prefers to be left alone, by anyone of any race or species. He is stubborn to the point of being bull-headed and appears to be stuck in his ways. Only changing them to suit his own needs.
Finn is more likely to run off potential allies or friends rather than have them stick around, and there are very few exceptions to this. He has been tricked and deceived one too many times to allow himself to get close to anyone or vice versa. A cantankerous old man with a will of iron and a heart of stone that hides who he once was under several layers of unmovable rock.
But there is another side to this waspish Kelpie, though it is rarely if ever seen. This side can be more friendly and even somewhat sympathetic. Never shown to those he deems undeserving it finds itself presented to those unable to take care of themselves or those he sees worthy of his respect.
APPEARANCE: As a man he stands at about 5'11 with broad sagging shoulders, a strong physique, and fair skin marred by various scars. The most notable being a long jagged diagonal line across his right side that stretches from his back  just under his shoulder clean down to his hip. Don't bother asking about it if you've ever seen it, he'd sooner bite you than talk about it.
His dull dark green eyes hide flecks of golden yellow and are nearly always narrowed into distrusting slits. Finn sports dark brown getting hair that reaches just past his shoulders and is usually kept pulled back. He keeps an unkempt short scruffy beard and mustache that you never see him cut yet it always seems to stay the same length every time you see him.
Calloused and cut hands telltale of a hard life, as well as his ragged clothes. An off-white cotton shirt that looks more fit for a pirate than a mechanic with dirtied and sleeves torn off at the elbow lays under a full and worn green plaid button-up. He wears old boots so dirtied you can't tell if their original color was  town or if they just have so much mud caked on it can't be removed. His once dark brown pants are worse for wear with patches and tattered holes galore, though he says it just gives them character.
As a Kelpie he takes the form of a dark blackish green horse about the size and build of a Clydesdale with what appears to be hair-like seaweed in place of a mane and tail and the tufts of would-be hair around his hooves. His coat is matted in places and in need of a good grooming though he wouldn't allow anyone (or just anyone) to touch without a good kick to the head or bite of the hand. His teeth are all razor sharp and a few jagged as well as his black hooves that have edges that could cut through a man easy as a knife through butter if he so wished. In this form his eyes take on a more golden hue though he retains four sharp fangs even in his human form.
LIKES: reading, tinkering, drinking, swimming occasionally
DISLIKES: loud disruptive noises, humans of any kind, anything he deems an annoyance (which includes over inquisitive children), having to clean and cook (though he has to), being treated as a pet or horse
WEAPONS: an ancient sword (that he hardy if ever uses...it's more of a wall decoration really), hooves, fangs, old pocketknife, water.
ABILITIES: shapeshifting form that of a humanoid being to a Kelpie, can breathe underwater, and can paralyze a creature or being if they look into his eyes (it's not automatic though, so no effect like turning to stone immediately as with Medusa).
OTHER: Finn is a decent mechanic and smith of sorts, though by no means a professional. As he never learned the trade traditionally. He is a tinkerer and a very good carpenter, if given the chance. Though these days he doesn't do much as not to attract unwanted attention. He has only learned these skills to be able to better live on his own.
He is almost always seen as a human rather than a Kelpie, both for fitting in as well as the fact that he thinks life is easier this way.
While he is in horse form never mistake him for the kind to be tamed. This will not bode well for any party involved and will likely end up in death or permanent injury to said "tamer".
His birth name is not the name he gives you, it is a name that he trusts few with and hasn't used in several years, a few decades even. His true name is Drust (meaning "riot").