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[center][h2][color=39b54a][b]Quinn Corkhill[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

For Quinn, life had gone from zero to... well, a really, [i]really[/i] huge number, in a very short span of time. He'd just grown accustomed to living by himself, and all of a sudden he had been met with an unexpected roommate. Before him in his lonely little apartment suite in the middle of the night, randomly one late evening that stretched from one of the PM to one of the AM variety, he was suddenly in the presence of a stunning blonde. Well... not to be creepy, or anything, of course. More like, Mr. Corkhill couldn't help but be absolutely flabbergasted. Had he developed some kind of superpower to summon women into his house? What kind of magecraft was that? No, no, no, no, no. She was wearing armor and had the look of somebody who'd kill him instantly if he said the wrong thing. This was a very serious situation, and his own stupid dude brain didn't have time to work when there were so many other things that he needed to ask.

[color=39b54a]"Hey, hey, hey. Uh. Hey. What, uh. What're you doing in my room? Wrong suite number?"[/color], Quinn would finally speak aloud after a few seconds of being stunned silent and with a million thoughts rushing through his head and a stinging pain on his hand; the result, of course, could be nothing else but a veritable word salad. 

If the lady knight wouldn't immediately seek to chop off his head, Quinn would look down and raise up the back of his hand, with a red tattoo in the shape of a circle split into three fragments and a small spiked triangle branching outward from each one, appearing and being seen freely for both him and the woman before him to see. [color=39b54a]"Ah. Ah, I see. Yep, totally makes sense. Must've gotten this from a... from someone. Somewhere. Yeah, for sure."[/color]

Quinn just stared up blankly at the knight woman and, in the background, noises were emitting from his television. Moments prior he had been playing video games as normal for this hour of the night, and by forgetting to pause in the confusion and panic, some random enemy in the game had walked up and killed his character. Typical. Maybe that was revenge for any time he'd made fun of someone older for telling him to "just pause it". That wasn't important, though. Not anymore.

Assuming she didn't kill him then and there, they would get to know about each other as time passed. Quinn would do his best not to piss off this lady knight, and was at the complete mercy of her whims on whether or not she would tell him of her existence and reason for randomly appearing before him. Despite being a mage, he wasn't a very well-versed or ambitious one and had abandoned conventional methods. Moreover, he had no knowledge of whatever this entire event was or why it existed; a complete newbie in every sense of the word, a greenhorn, and a slacker. Despite this, a familiar in the form of a crow would eventually find its way to the fifth floor of the apartment Quinn resided in, pecking at his bedroom window until he yielded to the annoying thing, delivering him a message with locations.

[color=39b54a]"Hmmm... well, Nakano's closer, and it's a pretty cool place. You've never been there, huh? Let's get out there and see what this is about, 'kay?"[/color], Quinn would say to the lady knight after reading the message of what could very obviously be some kind of death trap, hoping she would agree.