[@Lionhearted] I present, a warlock, with daddy issues and a problematic proximity to dark magic.

[hider=Quinton Lynch]
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[color=027465][b]|[u] {Full Name} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Quinton Archibald Lynch[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Nickname} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent][color=027465][b]Quinn[/b][/color] - His preferred name. Quinton just sounds too stuffy for him.[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Date of Birth} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]December 21st[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Age} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]23[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Gender} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Sexuality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Bisexual[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Relationship Status} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Role} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Warlock[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Occupation} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Works at his mom's shop in town, Curious Curios. The shop doubles as a place to get a witches help for their more... interesting customers.[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Face Claim} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Shawn Mendes[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Dialogue Color} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent][color=027465]027465[/color][/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Appearance} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]The first thing you're likely to notice about Quinn is his height. Standing at 6'5, Quinn towers over the majority of people he meets. He's lean, but with clear muscle definition. His arms might not be bulging out of their shirt, but looking at them you can tell that he cares about his body, and puts in work to keep it looking good. His head is crowned by a mop of brown hair, thick locks that would almost be curls if he let it grow out long enough, but at the length he keeps it, remain wavy. His eyes are an earthy brown, flecked with caramel and green. They're reminiscent of a forest floor if you catch them in just the right light. When he smiles it's infectious, a wide, toothy grin that crinkles the corners of his eyes, and lights up his face.

Quinn's height lends to his general swagger. He walks about like he's invincible, as if the world isn't happening to him, but rather he is happening to the world. Quinn's overall style is reflective of the confidence he walks around with. Punk rock is what it might have been called in the early 2000's, but now it's more akin to grunge. Black Converse, flecked with dirt from constant wear, and more often than not jeans, with carefully placed tears. His shirts rotate between soft button up tops, and band tees, depending on the mood.[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Habits & Quirks} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent][list]
[*] Bites his nails
[*] Keeps a pendant from his father around his neck at all times. He says it's his good luck charm.
[*] When he's uncomfortable, he tends to crack jokes. It normally results in everyone being more uncomfortable.[/list][/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Hobbies} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent][list]
[*] Spellcasting. Quinn loves magic, and it's many mysteries. Studying and practicing spells takes up a good portion of his time.
[*] Playing guitar. Ever since he was a kid, Quinn's loved music. He plays at the bar's open mic night occasionally, but for the most part he keeps it to himself.
[*] Hiking. Living in the middle of nowhere, you get into the great outdoors.[/list][/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Likes} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent][list]
[*] Books, particularly mystery novels
[*] Cookie dough ice cream
[*] A good party
[*] Similarly, a good lay
[*] Oreos. If God himself came down and told Quinn to give them up, he'd almost certainly tell God to fuck off.
[*] Dogs. Preferably the kind that don't turn into humans, but to be completely honest, he's not that picky.[/list][/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Dislikes} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*] People who don't try.
[*] LSD. That was a bad night.
[*] Confrontation. Fighting makes him angry and when he's angry, his magic gets all out of whack.
[*] Phone calls. Seriously, it's 2019, send a text.
[*] Brussel sprouts.
[*] Kids. They're sticky and they cry.[/list][/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Fears} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*] Being powerless. Both in terms of magic, and everyday life, the idea of having no control is a scary one.
[*] Spiders. Not the small ones, like the big ones that eat birds.
[*] Dying. Because, who isn't?[/list][/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Secrets} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Stowed away deep in his closet is a book about dark magic. He's never opened it, but he thinks about it, and all the power it could bring him. And all the trouble.[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Abilities} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent][color=027465][b]Elementalist[/b][/color] - Quinn's magical affinity lies with the elements, and as such, the manipulation of them is his most powerful ability. He wouldn't call himself a master right now, seeing as he's still young, but he's formidable still.[/indent]

[color=027465][b]Scrying[/b][/color] - This is a shaky ability at best, but given the right amount of focus, Quinn can look into the future. The best he can get is quick glimpses, visions that only show possible futures, never a certain one.

[color=027465][b]Enchanting[/b][/color] - Quinn's mother is specializes in enchantments, and she has begun teaching him the practice of imbuing items with magic.

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Limitations} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Despite his talent, Quinn is no where near powerful yet. His magic is still somewhat dependent on his emotions, and things have been known to catch fire when he flies into a fit of anger. When it comes to scrying, he requires a lot of focus and even then, his visions are rarely certain. Enchanting requires immense preparation, and Quinn is still a novice in that field, so his enchantments run weak.[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Personality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[center][h3][u]♦ [color=027465]Flirtatious[/color] ♦ [color=740211]Arrogant[/color] ♦ [color=027465]Resourceful[/color] ♦ [color=740211]Hot-Headed[/color] ♦[/u][/h3][/center]
[indent]At first glance, Quinton is your typical 23 year old boy, walking around like the world can't touch him, oozing charm and trying to sleep with anything that moves. He's a hedonist at heart, and indulges in the pleasures life has to offer, and thus he can't help some harmless flirting. He's all too charming however, and harmless flirting rarely stays harmless flirting. Coupled with his good looks, his effortless charisma is a potent tool that he wields expertly to get into the good graces of others. It's shocking to nobody how manipulative Quinn can be, given how resourceful he is. Years of studying spells has forced him to be constantly assessing the tools at his disposal, and the way he sees it, his charm is just another tool.

Underneath his mask of amiability, Quinton is quick to anger. Prideful, he's prone to taking even the smallest slights to heart. When he's angry, Quinton is impulsive, and stubborn. He holds a grudge, and values his revenge, no matter how small. His fuse may be short, but his memory holds depths, and he is insistent on showing his superiority over a perceived foe. Superiority to Quinton is one of the most important qualities, because superiority means power. Without power, how can you expect to defend yourself?[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Place of Origin} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Seattle, WA[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Background} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Being born into a coven, Quinton has never known a life without magic. He remembers being little and chasing his mother's enchanted duster throughout their home, or his father lighting candles with the snap of a finger. Their coven was an ancient one, descended from Irish immigrants who'd come across the ocean many years ago. Then it had been older than many, and when Quinton was born, it was one of the oldest remaining covens. The majority of the coven practiced natural magic, but there were some like his mother who specialized in other skills. Quinton's father was head of them all, the most powerful warlock, by far. Magic was a part of the smallest pieces of his childhood. It's also what tore it all apart.

Quinton has fuzzy memories of his father, stumbling home one night. At the time, it had never seemed like much, but his mother would tell him later the truth of that night. Quinton's father had found a spell book that night, dedicated to dark spells, not meant for any witch or warlock. Over the next three years, his father grew more haggard, and unhinged. He'd talk to people who weren't there, snap at the smallest inconvenience, and he took to spending hours upon hours in his workshop. Eventually, the coven discovered what Quinton's father had been studying, and they came to their home to seize him. A fight ensued, after his father refused to go, and in the process, four people died, and their home burned, along with Quintons father.

After that, he and his mother moved to Salem, where she'd heard it would be safe. Safe it was, and they stayed there. His mother opened up a shop, Curious Curios, a place that sold useless trinkets to mortals, and powerful boons to the supernatural residents of Salem. Quinton for the most part, grew up happy. The loss of his father hit him hard, but his mother did her best. Despite her endless affection, he struggled up until his tenth birthday, when he cast his first spell. It was a simple one, simply lighting a candle on a birthday cake, but he remembers it as if it was the first time he'd ever breathed in air. It was a rush, a euphoric intensity that he's been chasing ever since.

Magic tore his life apart, but inevitably, became the foundation once more. With magic, he excelled, learning from his mother, and the rest of the Salem coven. When he graduated from high school, he decided he'd skip college. As far as he was concerned, it was for people who couldn't control the elements. He left Salem for a time, and traveled around the world, with only a spell book for company. He explored the sites where witches from centuries before performed their rituals, taking notes of the runes and carvings that decorated the areas. It was at one of these sites, a tomb in Ireland that supposedly housed the remains of an entire coven, that he chanced upon a dusty old tome. It was leather bound, with no words on the cover to denote a title. Upon closer inspection, Quinn realized it was a book of dark magic. Curious as ever, he pocketed the book, vowing never to use it. Shortly afterwards, he returned to Salem, and took up a job at his mother's shop, the book safely tucked away in his room. He hasn't opened it. Yet.[/indent]

[color=027465][b]|[u] {Extra} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Quinton drives a [url=https://cdn.gearpatrol.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/vintage-motorcycles-gear-patrol-bmw-60.jpg]motorbike[/url][/indent] that used to belong to his dad.
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