Finn Oliver was raised by an adoptive family, starting too early for memories to know his biological parents. Finn was raised in the suburbs to a wealthy suburb family. Growing up, a sense of identity was lost on him as he never felt accepted by his family or surrounding peers. This feeling of alienation drove him to find people who would accept him. He was moody and petulant, always pushing the boundaries of what he could get away with. His delinquency from a young age carried over into his teenage years. He never stopped seeking to belong, and it didn't seem like there was anything out there that would fulfill that acceptance. Continuing to find that acceptance, he found himself in a small friend group of troubled teens. Handing over the feeling of belonging to these delinquents, he gave away that power to others and power corrupts. Stealing liquor from local grocery stores to experimenting with drugs - Finn was slipping into a dark path. The pursuit of finding his identity lead himself down a path that his adoptive parents tried their best at correcting. They constantly punished Finn constantly failing to correct his behavior. Finn sunk in a life where crime was easier to get away with than feeling happy. When he turned 18, his tired parents felt their efforts where futile. They purchased a car for him, and let him free. Finn loved his car, and studied harder than he had ever in school to learn the mechanics behind it. Eventually learning how to tune and modify his vehicle. He spent most the day in and under his car, eventually losing touch with his friends. He knew of a spot a few miles away from his home where he could practice drifting, burnouts, and anything else to hear his car roar. When those roads become stale, he ventured more into populated streets, swerving between other drivers, thriving in a fantasy where he was in a race. During a particular heavy-rain-day, he was excited to skate along the slippery roads. In order to really feel the power of hydroplane, and slice through his turns, he had to drive on popular roads. With his speakers blaring, and his tight grip on his steering wheel, he skirted down countless streets. Oblivious to the dangerousness of the situation, he drowned in excitement. The blackness of his rubber matched the perfect grey sky, as he drifted around each corner. This felt easy, and encouraged him to go even harder. However, during one of his corners, he lost control of his vehicle mid-drift. Time froze as he panicked to correct the direction of his car. Fearing he would damage his vehicle, he hadn't notice the pedestrians adjacent to him. Ignorant to the situation, Finn felt a thundering thud as his car came to an abrupt stop. His head hiding below his wheel, he peered his head up to the sounds of screaming. He had hit a female pedestrian, who laid unconscious just outside his driver side window. Another woman stood over the unconscious lady, who Finn could now see the severity of her injuries. The lady screamed, never make eye contact with the vehicle Finn was in. Her focus was on the injured lady. In a state of panic, Finn shifted his car into gear and drove off. Hearing sirens closing in, he panicked. Fueled by his inability to feel welcomed anywhere, especially in a time like this, he had no where he felt safe running to. He ditched his car, and with little money he had he arranged a flight to the remote country of Chernaurs.