Love I'd never hurt you....
Finch is suave, debonair even, with a distinctly charming aura about him that most people find irresistable. He is surprisingly well learned, having graduated from one of the more prestigious universities in wherever he came from. Or so he claims. He doesn't talk much about his past, and is likely to lie about it if asked.
His voice is tinged with a hint of an English accent that he never could shake off after some British tourist tripe, but that just makes him all the more irresistible. He practically oozes sex and hedonism and vanity, like Patrick Bateman and Hannibal Lecter had a Nordic lovechild.
If you're looking for empathy, you've come to the wrong person. Though he can fake being friendly and even perhaps being a decent father figure, he feels absolutely nothing for his fellow man. Any of his past lovers have noticed that he seems distant to them, so his relationships rarely last much longer than a casual fling, not that he cares.
This detachment allows him to kill without mercy, and, just like Lecter before him, cannibalize without a second thought of 'wait, is this moral?'
He is an excellent chef. 8D
Finch also possesses a talent at the artistic. His portraiture and study of the human figure and conditions actually did fetch a pretty penny back in NYC. He could have been a promising young artist, but you know, he decided to take the homicidal asshole route instead.
Being that Finch is a pathological liar, this box will remain rather empty, but I promise, with story comes the truth, soon!
Recent history:
Finch has been taken up by the Department of Integration and now works as an investigator for the most unusual murders, putting his cibopathy to good use. Or else he'd end up in prison for his crimes. SUCKS FOR HIM!