Quinn

[Quinn]

I'M GONNA MARRY THE NIGHT,



"Turn your face to the sun, and the shadows fall behind you"

I WON'T GIVE UP ON MY LIFE,

NAME: Quinnan Kearns

GENDER: Male

AGE: Twenty-One

AFFILIATION: Sun



GONNA MAKE LOVE TO THE STARS,

PERSONALITY: Outgoing | Optimistic | Energetic | Flirty | Loving | Trustworthy | Fluctuating | Naive

LIKES: Family | Caretaking | Peace | Romance | Animals | Play | Beauty

DISLIKES: Ill-reasoned | Aggression | Violence | Baselessness | Pain | Savagery



I'M NOT GONNA CRY ANYMORE,

HISTORY:

Birthed without eliciting any pain onto the mother, Quinn’s parents knew that their first born son would be a blessing. Hair golden like the sun and eyes green like the plant life around them.

Raised with a kind heart, first signs of the boy's magic were seen early. Should either mother or father suffer a wound, be it a life threatening gash or a simple paper cut, the son would also suffer, a compassionate sadness. Small hands cradling punctured skin, Quinn would kiss the pain goodbye as his parents did to him, but more literally so as tissue would slowly weave itself back together with no scars left behind.

Their family was never one for violence, but with the mother’s display of strength and leadership, the seat as the War Councilor was given and a traditional of combat knowledge started. The boy had grown up affectionate with life, against the idea of fighting but dutifully chose marksmanship to be his focus. With his mother's persuasion, the knowledge was not to inflict evil upon others but to protect those precious, for that was also her primary reason to council their leader.

This milestone marked his ninth year alive, the year that he was blessed with another soul to protect. The family now complete, Quinn trained hard so that when the time came, he would be able to look after his mother, father, younger sister, and baby brother. With over a decade of lessons and practice, emerald eyes rarely miss their target no matter what situation the aim is in.

Yet, come the time for him to start hunting their sector’s game, he could not execute kills the first few times for it felt as if he were dying himself. Quinn had always given life, never taking it so intimately. Thankfully, his mother and mentors showed patience, giving the teenager time to slowly embrace the circle of life.

Throughout all these years, whether times were up or down, their father had the kind heart to keep the kids entertained. With a less stressful career, he gifted the children exciting new clothes or performed magical stories whenever he concocted new batches of dye. They were quite the well known family within certain communities. A charming merchant, an affectionate leader, and their eccentric offspring.

With the versatility of Quinn's capabilities, the boy's skills and abilities became closely desired by the clan’s forces. An ample body of both combat and healing, a medic who could deal with and in the heat of a battlefield, and an individual who shan't slip away from their hands.

There weren't any specifics nor strict regulations when he was recruited in. It was expected of him to follow commands in emergencies, but Quinn was given flexibility within his obscure position. Best it be that their strong healer is not under stress and remains willing to help. Thus, the man is often found wandering around on his own will or helping the hunters out in exchange for a few coins. Political business between the two clans is something he tends to steer away from, enjoying the free spiritedness of his current life style and partially refusing to grow up.

FAMILY:

Mother - War Councilwoman for the Sun Clan’s Leader
Father - Famous fabrics and dyes merchant
Sister - Kitty Kearns, 16 years
Brother - Linus Kearns, 12 years

POWERS:

SERENDIPITY - An affluence of life and its magical essence.

Quinn had always been sensitive to the presence of life, feeling the rock and sway of greenery around him along with the heartbeats of those nearby. Maximized with physical contact, he is able to feel another's body and the health of it, an effective diagnostics. With enough focus and experience, any wound may be identified.

And with the extra essence that he can generate, Quinn may give life to those he touches so long that he knows what the injury is. A simple look at exterior cuts or a quick diagnostics is enough for physical pain. If it is something more mental that he is trying to cure, questions may need to be asked to find the source of the issue.

The greater the injury, the longer the healing process will take. Fatal wounds can be healed but depending on the severity, scars may be left behind. Once a life is lost, however, it cannot be returned. Diseases are trickier to be heals but can be done if Quinn knows the details of the treatment.

A more recent development, ranged and radial healing has been practiced with. Visible wounds will be healed, but anything hidden away from plain sight will not be directly cured. Bursts of life essence may provide adrenaline for individuals to carry on, but concealed hindrances remain. Should Quinn ever find a way to make ranged contact with the wounded, he may heal them fully.

Even if Quinn is not actively healing an individual, Serendipity also acts as a passive and lightly affects those who come in contact. If someone with a light cough or small stomach ache brushes up against the man, they'll find that their symptoms have disappeared. Emotional states are also influenced, and one may feel more at peace or blissful after interacting with the healer.

Despite the excessive presence and generation of life energy, Serendipity will be exhausting if overused. The strength of healing is also dependent on Quinn’s state of mind. A cut healed with a panicked mind will not be as clean as a cut healed with a calm mind.

WEAPONS:

TOURMALINE - A recurve bow fashioned from a vibrant cherry wood and decorated with floral carvings and embedded peridots. With a draw that seems perfectly fitted for him, this babe is rarely used, Quinn only having taken her on one or two ceremonial hunts. Gifted from his mother who obtained it from the clan’s best fletchers.

CUPID - A quiver of arrows, highly valuable and conserved in assortment of how each one is tipped. Some tips poisoned, in which they will act like a snake bite if skin is punctured. Some tips magically imbued, by the city's pyromasters to combust upon impact. The tip rarest of all is the one imbued by his own magic. Arrowheads fashioned with brittle runes break upon impact and release a burst of life energy, healing its target and fueling energy for a second wind. While Tourmaline has seen ceremonial usage before, Cupid’s arrows have not left their sheath and are highly restricted for larger scale war conflicts.

EVANESCENCE - An ivory staff wholly engraved with mystical runes, a powerful amplification and outlet for its wielder’s healing abilities. The staff’s head is elegantly curved, and a neat leather handle is bound a third of the length down. There also hangs a few vials and pouches of medicine should they also come to be of use. Evanescence extends healing capabilities from just physical contact to ranged and aura healings. It also strengthens the channeled energy, allowing more work to be done with less expenditure. Should the situation come to it, the staff does second as a physical weapon, giving quite a blow with its bone strength.

GOSSAMER - While all of the above are reserved away unless of absolutely necessity, Gossamer is Quinn's day to day weapon. A simple oak longbow with an equally plain quiver. It is not as precise nor as elegant as his more expensive kit, but still lethal enough for him to hunt game.

JULMUNUI - An ocelot, a year in age and a loyal friend. Their relationship is less of one that of a master and pet’s, and more of a mutual companionship. Their strongest bond, however, is that a part of Quinn's soul is magically imbued within her. Always, he knows where she is, and she knows where he is. With this, Julmunui is the healer’s ranged contact. When she comes in contact with another, Quinn also feels that touch and may diagnose accordingly. While Julmunui may be a bit of a healing charm herself, direct active healing cannot be output from her, the magic being limited to just Serendipity's passive abilities. The community often identifies the ocelot by her green eyes and pink tourmaline pendant.

DOWN THE STREETS I LOVE,

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Long fingers donned on his crown a laurel of sun lilies. Leaves tickling the skin of his forehead and brows, cautious green eyes flickered up at the man. A man whom he loved so much and could not calm his own heart when the anticipated words came.

“Be mine, and only mine, will you?”

The sweet kisses they shared at night, droplets of nectar glistening on their lips. The warm embraces they gave in bed, calming like the sun’s soft rays. The fragile memories they made together, through both the good and bad times. He was the Sun god’s gift to him, his very own blessing in life, someone to love and intimately call his own.

A flood of red around him, warm blood slowly staining his own gear, seeping out from his lover’s ribs and into its surroundings. The body he clutched so tightly to his bosom, cyan eyes of a former loving gaze were now blank and lifeless. Saline droplets marbled the bloodstained face as there was no stopping the tears that flowed down Quinn's cheek.

War all around him and just a moment too late. He was just a moment to late when Julmunui had finally located the man, already on the ground and weakly smiling up at the sight of his partner. Those few seconds he spent dashing forward, Quinn had already felt the soul slip away and out of his grasp. His mind making use of its own imagination, he could see a wisp of green dissipating from the body and dancing away into the ashen air. Finally at his man's side, no matter how hard he cradled the corpse, the body was just losing heat faster and faster.

He was losing his mind, background battle cries and chaos fading underwater and disappearing away from his senses. He rocked himself a mantra in broken sorrow, a lost duckling with nowhere else to go. Of all people he had failed to protect,

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I'm sorry.”

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TEMPLATE MADE BY PANDA.

MODIFIED BY LOTTI.

LYRICS FROM LADY GAGA'S "MARRY THE NIGHT".

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