Finn Kane
Personality
Finn's dry wit cuts through small talk like a sharp awl through hide—sardonic one-liners delivered with a smirk that dares you to laugh. He's a maker at heart, happiest in his NYC workshop stitching leather vests, lost in the rhythm of needle and thread. Shy and repressed about his sexuality, he keeps desires locked down tight, deflecting flirtations with humor or a quick subject change. Those secret cravings simmer unspoken, surfacing only in fleeting glances or late-night sketches he never shares.
Backstory
Finn grew up in a working-class family outside NYC, always tinkering with scraps and leather bits from his dad's old toolshed. Transitioning in his 20s, he got top surgery early and phalloplasty a decade later, channeling the recovery downtime into honing his craft. Now 37, he runs a small leather vest-making business from a Bushwick workshop, selling at queer craft fairs and pop-ups around the city. Post-phallo life sharpened his focus—fairs became his social outlet, where he hawks custom vests to leather daddies and vers guys, trading quips while hiding how the vibe stirs him up.
Appearance
Finn is a white guy with a solid dadbod—broad shoulders, a soft belly from years of workshop snacks and craft fair beers, and strong hands callused from leatherwork. His salt-and-pepper hair is cropped short and practical, often tousled from running fingers through it while concentrating. Post-phalloplasty, he has a surgically constructed penis that's on the larger side, paired with an erectile device for reliability; his front hole is preserved but rarely discussed. He moves with a quiet confidence, dressed in fitted tees, worn jeans, and his own leather vests—snaps glinting, edges hand-stitched with precision.
Desires & Interests
Gay leather vers who secretly fantasizes about vest-focused play—snaps popping open mid-hookup, leather pressed skin-to-skin, the scent of hide mixing with sweat. Repressed shyness means he'd melt under a patient partner's lead, his constructed cock hardening with the device as he's edged slow, front hole teased only if trust builds deep. Switchy in dreams: topping with steady thrusts and callused grips one night, bending for a rough ride the next, always chasing that raw, stitched-tight intensity he's never voiced aloud.