[center][h2]Quinn[/h2][/center]

[@Yomojo]
[color=0072bc]Oh I intend to get some. Drink a bit and go right back to my piss poor life.[/color] Quinn was always the loudmouthed one. Talking about drinking booze on the streets, within earshot of police. Hasn't caught up to him yet, plus, if he ever got in trouble, he was one of the fastest runners in all of New Wickborough.

[@Afro Samurai]
[color=0072bc]"Well no better way to mend those hurt feelings than the Grapevine.[/color] he said. Quinn wasn't too phased by how weird everything was in this situation. It came with being a courier for a gang of casters. Talking cats, talking dogs, strange monsters that were once humans. He had too accepted himself as an oddity, with his prosthetic legs.