Started by Aeytrious, April 20, 2023, 06:11:32 PM
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Quinn wasn't always an orphan. He never knew his father, though the very young Quinn was told he was a great adventurer. His mother on the other hand, was a lady-of-the-night. When she got too ill to take on clients, the other girls at the brothel did what they could to care for her, but they couldn't care for her indefinitely. She was passed off to a man from a temple who vowed to take care of her, but she quickly worsened and eventually died. The man from the temple, Markus, did not try to heal her, but rather used her as a victim for experiments in linking multiple spirits to a single host. When she died. Markus tossed Quinn out along with all his mother's few meager belongings. Quinn went back to the brothel but the girls there would not care for him, though the madame, Ophelia, did say she would have something for him when he was older. Quinn grew up to be passably handsome, and is sweetly charming when he cares enough to be. As a boy he made two friends on the streets. A boy and girl that swore to be siblings though they looked nothing alike. Twig and Mouse were with him for several years, the three getting into all kinds of trouble together, until one day he woke up and found they were gone. Often he can be flighty or distant, choosing not to get too attached to the people around him. Relationships have mostly only ever brought him pain. Growing up without parents, in the streets of Selevea taught him to be clever and quiet. Where many would have become thieves, rogues, or assassins, Quinn became a tracker. He ventured out into the wilderness, and learned to survive out around his home as well. Through trial and error, he learned what was safe, and what was not. Quinn can often be quite snarky and sarcastic, which is likely what prevents him from being more charismatic. A slight quirk of a half grin and an arch of his eyebrow, are his common tell that he's joking even though his tone of voice may say otherwise. Ever since his youth, Quinn has always had a weakness for a pretty face. Having a prostitute for a mother and living around many others is likely to have influenced that. He also has a weakness for small children, as he wishes the wounds of his youth to never be visited upon others. The only companions Quinn ever had besides Twig and Mouse were the strays around the city. Cats, dogs, and other animals across the city know him well, and can expect a gentle scratch from the ranger.When Quinnlyn was old enough, Ophelia, the madame of the brothel he was born in, gave him two things. A pipe and a bastard sword. He was told that both belonged to his father, and that they were supposed to be magic, but Quinn has never sensed any magic from either. Still he carries the well loved blade at his hip, and the well worn pipe is often clamped between his teeth. Quinn walks with pride and confidence in his stride. Though he often wears his hood up, his long brown hair still escapes to flutter in the wind. His lightly tanned olive skin is mostly covered by his leathers and traveling cloak. His features walk the line between common and exotic, making his ethnic origin difficult to place. Opposite his bastard sword, Quinn has a short sword, and his belt has a few pouches and a grappling hook. Hidden under his hood are Quinns dark eyes and neat goatee. One of the few things he is openly passionate about is personal hygiene. His mother's illness was attributed to the filth of her clients, and even though that likely wasn't true, Quinn maintains good bathing habits. Though he uses unscented soaps, his lack of the usual stench of the slums is often noticed by those around him.
Quinn has no true allies, though he does know many people around the city. He's well known for finding lost things and people, by both the rich and powerful, and the common man. Though those of high birth rarely hire him, his name is still known to them, should they ever care to hire someone as lowly as he. As for companions, Quinn has three. A cat, a rat, and a raven. Though others might call them pets, Quinn insists that they are friends. They are free to come and go, and he gives them love and affection and the occasional treat. Unknown to him, the three animals are inhabited by the spirits of the only three people Quinn was ever close to. Though he didn't know they died, Twig and Mouse upon their deaths struggled to get back to Quinn to keep him from meeting the same fate. Twig bonded with the raven, Mouse, ironically with the Rat. The cat is Quinn's mother. If he knew that Markus's experiments had continued after she died, and that the grey kitten that had found him years later was his mother, Quinn would not have been able to hold back his tears.
