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Name: Quinn Rose

Age: 26

Physical description: Quinn stands at a height of 5'4" and is slightly pear shaped being wider of hip than 
	she is of shoulder. She has a swarthy complexion, with a golden undertone. Her face, a squared off heart-
	shape with a chin that would never be called delicate, houses a hawkish nose, pierced through the septum 
	with an embellished silver hoop. She has thick, squared lips, often set in a crooked and impish grin, and 
	often cracked from her terrible habit of chewing on them. Large, steely eyes stare out from beneath well-
	manicured brows and there is often amusement there. Thick, dark curls cascade down to her rear when she has 
	them loose, though often they are tied tightly out of her way. Though clearly a woman, delicate she is not.


Birthplace: Rian, Markovia

Magic User: No

Armor: Light, she wears a mix of chain, scale, and leather. [url=https://40.media.tumblr.com/9122dd6f498bf142bb7c44e366097c94/tumblr_n8rggd92J21tq5efso1_1280.jpg]Example[/url]

Stamina Rating: 6/6


Weapon(s): She wields a two handed spear.

Personality: Life is laughter to Quinn. It is rare she lacks a smile, even if only a wry one. She approaches 
	life as if everything were a form of amusement and humour is, indeed, a defense mechanism for her. She uses 
	her irreverance and quipping tongue to foster a sense of warmth, whether she actually feels it toward 
	another or not. It can be difficult to get close to her because of this, she'll rarely talk seriously about 
	herself. There is an underlying rage to her laughter that is sometimes hinted at, but never exposed. Quinn 
	has a love for bright colours, fine food, and other pleasures of life. When given the chance, she can be a 
	bit hedonistic. She is, however, a responsible individual, a team player. She may not like you, but if she 
	has to work with you, she will. She is voted most likely to yell until she loses her voice in battle. 

History: Quinn was happy growing up. As happy as one can be these days, at least. She had a loving family 
	and they ate decently most of the time. Well, they weren't starving. Usually. She was the youngest of four 
	children, and the least leaned upon to provide for the family, having been born ten full years after the 
	next youngest. She was a bit adrift, often left to amuse herself. It was at this young age that her love of 
	wandering, exploring, hearing stories, developed. She would spend hours wandering the city, looking for 
	travellers, eagerly soaking up tales of Other Places. As she grew older, she began to realize that the 
	world was so much larger than what she knew. Her life was good, but it was simple. There was no challenge 
	beyond survival and she wasn't content to merely survive, she wanted to thrive, to grow. She did most of 
	her actual growing up on the road, hard lessons learned the worst way possible. She carries these scars 
	beneath her smiles. Still, when the opportunity came to not only explore, but to seek out answers that no 
	one yet had, she was more than thrilled. This was her purpose, and she'd be damned if she missed out on it.

EXTRAS: She chews her lips pretty much all the time.
	She wears a strip of lace wrapped about her thigh. It was from her mother's wedding dress. She took it 
	without permission before leaving home.

Motivation: She wants to be more than she is. Quinn in unsatisfied with simply existing, she seeks to learn, 
	to experience.

Significant Relations: Her parents and siblings matter a great deal to her. She had a very happy family, and 
	does try to send word when she can, though at this distance, messages become pricey and difficult.

Other: She stole the spear she's currently using from a caravan she was travelling with for a short while. 
	It was fancier than the one she had and she'd never stolen anything before.
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