Born in suburban Ohio in 1984, Finn Shepherd was the middle child of a helicopter pilot/flight instructor and a teacher. His childhood was a mundane one, except for the weekends and summers spent with his father at the flight school. He was a happy kid, a little above average in school and a little below average in sports and in social circles, prone to be a little chubby and a little clumsy. He compensated by being the class clown and getting his helicopter pilot’s license as a teenager.
Finn tried college, but was more interested in working as a contract pilot and dropped out after a few months. He moved to New York in 2003 to work as a contract pilot, flying for both commercial and governmental jobs, including flying helitack teams on SAR or firefighting missions, when needed. Somewhere between 2003 and 2006, something shifted in Finn. It was subtle and he chalked it up to, well, good luck. Things just started to go right for him more often than not. His clumsiness was a thing of the past. With what seemed like newfound agility, he joined a gym, boxing, swimming, or lifting weights when not flying. With his improved physique, Finn found new confidence — suddenly he was a very eligible bachelor, and took advantage of that. A lot.
After the first bomb and the reveal of the Evolved, Finn, like most, was frightened though unsure of his feelings on the matter. He carried on his life, not thinking too much about it until registration became required and he found he wasn’t so ordinary after all. After some testing, he discovered what his power could do. With time, he learned to control aspects of it and what his limits were.
When the second bomb hit, luckily Finn was off on an assignment with a helitack team a bit upstate, but a few of his coworkers were killed in events of the day. When the war began, his boss, a freedom fighter at heart though too old to join the fray, told a few of the pilots to take the birds into the fight. Finn took him up on it — though not so much to aid the fight. Instead, he turned it into an opportunity to turn a profit, taking advantage of the desperation of civilians, charging them to fly them to safer locations. Fuel was expensive, after all, he told them, and he was risking his neck to get them to safety — while pocketing money in hopes of buying his own helicopter one day. He made a few exceptions along the way, for the injured, young, or elderly — or a pretty face, always a downfall for him.
Finn was in Washington when the EMP hit, frying his helicopter while he was in the air. His luck helped, to an extent. What would have been likely fatal for someone without his ability resulted instead in serious injuries that would take a long while to mend. He was pulled from the wreckage by a good Samaritan and brought to the outskirts of would later become the Sedro-Woolley Colony. Once he recovered, he became a useful member of the little community already living there, useful as he was in a garage and as a guard against the remnants of those who had lost the war.
When the four “Horsemen” arrived and began to make the scattered homesteaders a colony of sorts, Finn didn’t resist, but as they grew bolder, his ambivalence grew as well. At heart, he’s a pretty nice guy, despite having a me-first attitude, so their more dangerous actions were worrying; however, he knew the community was in need of strong leadership. More so, he has developed admiration for and, let’s admit it, a bit of a crush on Eileen, so has a tendency to follow her like a lost puppy and is easily manipulated by her.