[i]Every group needs a mother figure![/i] [hider=Quinn Varrs][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/f9UvBVG.png[/img] [img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjEwNi43MGJkODIuVVhWcGJtNGdWbUZ5Y25NLC4w/playbook.regular.png[/img] [img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ0LjAwMDAwMC5RWEpsSUhsdmRTQktaV3Q1Ykd3Z2IzSWdTSGxrWlNCMGFHbHpJSFJwYldVXy4w/quesky.regular.png[/img][/center] [color=70bd82][b]::Name::[/b][/color] Quinn Briony Varrs. [color=70bd82][b]::Gender::[/b][/color] Female. [color=70bd82][b]::Age::[/b][/color] Twenty Nine. [color=70bd82][b]::Birthplace::[/b][/color] Chicago, Illinois. [color=70bd82][b]::Former Life::[/b][/color] Struggling modern artist by day. Adult content podcast host by night. Mom for all hours in between. [color=70bd82][b]::Appearance::[/b][/color] [b]"Well at least you're funny! Right, Quinn?"[/b] The young woman had heard the phrase all her life, as if it was atonement for being overweight, something she had struggled with since she was a kid. Quinn was plump, soft and gentle her weight sitting mostly in her midsection and thighs, and all other places from head to toe. Upon her head grew sandy brown, shoulder length, bone straight hair that she preferred to be dyed blonde. Crinkles when she smiles and laughs hazel eyes. Quinn's style was very much a reflection of the windy city she was born and raised in. Lots of layering with a pair of form fitting jeans and boots in most of the seasons besides summer where the blistering humidity would be met with whatever sundress she could squeeze into. Earthy tones such as olive, burnt orange, and brown are her favorites. She would consider herself well manicured, often getting her eyebrows, nails, and hair done- when she could afford it. Makeup is pretty neutral besides a pop of color on the lips now and again, depending on her mood and the season. [color=70bd82][b]::Personality::[/b][/color] Happy go lucky lady for the most part, Quinn always has a joke in her back pocket or a quick quip to make someone smile or get a chuckle out of. She struggles to find acceptance in everyone she comes across- often throwing herself under the bus before the person has a chance to do it to her due to her insecurities (regardless if they had plans to do so or not). She loves to sing, and has quite a decent voice. Quinn's hobbies include eating out at different dive bars, making art, watching hockey on television, listening to and recording podcasts, and recently learning how to be the best Mom she can muster. After what Quinn refers to as [i]the incident[/i] happened her traits just amplified, handling most situations with a smirk on her face but also having such strong anxiety that she often has to find some place to be alone to throw up her lunch. Her fight or flight has changed drastically becoming more of a fighter than ever before, where she would have never thought about taking another life. If you would consider these things life. [color=70bd82][b]::Biography::[/b][/color] Quinn grew up in a working class neighbourhood in the Southside of Chicago. She was raised alone by her father Henry Johnson- a mechanic. Her mother Nancy Owens left when she was not much younger than three. Her childhood was fairly average and not very eventful. She received a basic education, average amongst her peers if not slightly below. She graduated high school on time at eighteen, and decided against going to college without much backlash from her father. She began making money as a front desk receptionist at the mechanic shop her father worked at, as well as a janitor at an art gallery. This part of her life lulled on for about five years of repetition before she decided to stop doing janitorial work at the studio and began making her own art, by this time she had gotten married to a co-worker (Oscar) from the mechanic shop and gotten pregnant with their first child: Rowan. Oscar was very supportive of Quinn's dreams and told the woman as long as she always loved him and much as he loved her, she could do anything she desired. The two blossomed as they welcomed their second son: Leopold (Leo) just a few months before the outbreak. Oscar and their two sons were in Minnesota visiting Oscar's side of the family during the outbreak and she hasn't heard word of them since. She wants to believe that they are out there safe, but as each year goes by she becomes less and less confident. Being a Ranger has brought her something to look forward to and perhaps even a means to move on from a fruitless dream of returning to her normal life. [color=70bd82][b]::Gear::[/b][/color] • Her green winter jacket • Plastic orange whistle • Gas mask she found while out on a scavenging day • Flare gun containing one red flare • Baseball bat, modded with nails through it [color=70bd82][b]::Skills::[/b][/color] • Great cook in a pinch, and without many resources • Motherly, and able to sooth most • Heavy set, and can use her weight to move most things • Charming, easy to talk to and lean on when in trouble • Tidy, often the one cleaning up their living area [color=70bd82][b]::Flaws::[/b][/color] • Not in shape, slow and clumsy • Doesn't trust newcomers very easily [color=70bd82][b]::Other::[/b][/color] • Husband and two sons are possibly dead but definitely unaccounted for • Allergic to cats • Snores [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ0LjAwMDAwMC5WMmhsY21YaWdKbHpJRzE1SUcxcGJtUV9JRWtnWTJGdUozUWdjMnhsWlhBZ2FXNGdkR2hsSUdSaGNtc3UuMA,,/quesky.regular.png[/img][/center][/hider]