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A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

[Just editing a few bits on this post, will have it back up soon].

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

Oh thanks, I shall edit!

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

Quinn:

The Ashlands

1 week prior

It was an odd figure, seeing a guard edging down the corridor, a mixed look of confusion and revulsion spread across his jutted features. He was new to this sector. And wasn't yet used to it's peculiarities.

The screaming wasn't loud. But it was a sorrowful wail that seeped through the cracks of the doors and walls, piercing your eardrums with its pitiful emotion. It clearly eminated from one of the cookie cutter rooms that were lined along the hallway, yet the only other person nearby, a girl...or perhaps woman, younger than himself, did not seem to hear it.

Leaning against the irrigated metal doorframe, the young female stuck a hand into one of the pockets of her dark red cordoury jacket, pulling out a packet of gum. She took her time unwrapping its tinfoil casing before popping the mint flavoured gum into her mouth. Chewing on it slowly, she savoured the freshness while contemplating…well, nothing. Sometimes it was nice not to think. Her mind had been full and spinning but as she inhaled deeply, it cleared, an unnatural silence taking over her thoughts.

Her gaze lazily strayed to a guard who was strolling towards her, his footsteps precise and methodical as if he were counting the number of paces. Stopping in front of her, she saw that he had a crisp new envelope clutched in his hand. An unusual way of communicating with her but okay. Yet he did not hand it over immediately. Instead he stared at the door behind her, eyes boring through the metal as if uselessly attempting to try and see into the small box room she had just been in. She stared at him with the same look of confusion that he bore, trying to figure out what could account for such an odd behaviour.

Oooooh.

It finally clicked.

The screaming.

She'd blocked it out for her own sanity but she had forgotten that everyone else could still hear it. Whoops.

"Don't worry about that. Over here now." She uttered gently as he slowly drifted back into the present moment, his focus back on her, no longer able to recognise the wails and moans.

“You have a new assignment.” He finally announced, shoving the sealed envelope into her hands, which Quinn peered at suspiciously before ripping it open. Clutching the letter to a chest, akin to a child trying to hide their favourite toy from a sibling, she mocked secretiveness, pretending to hide the contents of the letter from the figure in front of her. “Tut tut, no peeking now.” She chided in jest, the attempt at humour washing over him like a simple breeze. Realising that he was going to ignore her attempts at mockery, she focused instead on the words, having to scan over it twice before she really took in what she was reading...

Quinn nearly spit out her now thoroughly chewed piece of gum as she burst out into laughter, the melodic sound reverberating through her body as she grasped onto the guards forearm to steady herself. He attempted to shake her off begrudgingly but she held on for a few seconds until she had composed herself and could gain breath enough to speak again.

“Oh, you’re serious?” It was a rhetorical question for the letter was entirely serious. Unfortunately.

“I’m not the one who gives the orders.” The baffoon had no idea what the contents of the letter even were, too scared of the consequences to have even given a peep through the corner of the envelope.

“You don't say.” She mocked as she used a foot to push herself off from the wall, letting the wails slowly come back to the front of the guards consciousness as she left him behind.

Present day

Her nose was itching.

Using the back of her hand to rub at the bridge of her nose until the annoying sensation faded away, she twitched said nose in irritation as it almost immediately came back.

She was bored. Having arrived in this desolate place a couple of hours before, after scoping out the area (which had only taken a matter of minutes), she had been left with the monotonous task of waiting. This part of the Ashlands really did not leave much to the imagination. Save for the ramshackle of materials that made up what she supposed constituted for a home at the base of a cliff, there was little else to grasp ones interest. Unless you found rocks and the odd strand of grass interesting, that is. She had taken to perch on one of those rocks while hoping that she wouldn’t get sunburnt. Although she currently could not be seen by the visible eye, she was still susceptible to the sun’s rays, that great ball of energy not caring about whether she was or wasn’t apparent to others.

Why she had even been allocated to this god forsaken mission in the first place, she still had no clue. Rescuing children wasn’t exactly in her usual repertoire of skills. The fact that she was the daughter of the founder, made it even even more annoying.

The horizon was lonely enough that the movement in the distance eventually caught even here eye. She couldn't see any reason why the Ashlanders would be heading in this direction, so it must be whom she was waiting for. So subtly did not seem to be their strong suit...

She had to admit she was surprised when it was a complete stranger who barrelled towards the house, introducing himself to the occupant of said dwelling almost immediately. Rolling her eyes, she remained perched on the nearby rock that she had taken too, crossing one of her jean-cladded legs over the other. Perhaps she would just stay here, unseen for the moment, and observe. She was in no rush to rescue the child anyway. Better her 'colleague' deal with that messy part of it.

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

ha well i'll try my best! I'll just drag her along as a begrudging third wheel.

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

sounds good to me as long as @CommisarJhon is up for it? (I assume thats who you meant?)

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

Quinn

Full Name: Quinn

Nicknames/Aliases: 'Q'

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Gift: Illusions

Loyalty: Liberty Agent (Espionage)

Description:

Quinn is around 5’6 in height and of a slim build, her musculature is slightly toned though she has no real power to speak of. Her fair skin betrays the fact that she is not one used to physical combat and rather one could say that her scars are more of the mental kind. She appears comfortable in her own body and likes to make the most out of the simple attire that the people of Liberty are used to wearing (though that often proves a difficult feat).

Light blonde hair falls in waves down past her shoulders, although she often wears it in a ponytail or plait for convenience sake. Bangs cover her forehead, just brushing the tops of her matching eyebrows. Although her eyes are a sharp green, she likes to change the colour sometimes. There are also rumours around some of her co-workers, that just one look into her eyes will trap you in one of her illusions (which is completely not true). Only a few freckles cover her face, crossing the bridge of her button nose to land in a splatter across her cheeks. To complete her face, she has a wolfishy white grin which she will often shoot at whoever is on the receiving end of her teasing.

Personality:

Quinn has seemingly perfect the art of compartmentalisation. Her work requires a level of brutality that not many could reach, inflicting a level of pain and discomfort on others that most would find intolerable. Infact, she takes no pleasure from the ways in which she is made to use her gift, yet you would not be able to tell from her outward behaviour. It is also that skill that makes her perfect for espionage, most often underestimating her abilities or the nature of her gift.

Infact, Quinn often comes across as an easy-going sort of person. Relaxed and casual in her mannerisms, she would rather joke around than submit to rigid formalities or procedures. Self-confident, Quinn is not one to doubt herself or her abilities, despite her superiors best attempts. She will often gently toe the line of what is appropriate, testing the boundaries of what others will let her do.

Yet compartmentalising her emotions has also caused her to detach from some of them and she is unsure if she can really care about people deeply anymore. And although her natural tendency is of sociability, her move to Liberty has made her distrustful of the people living there and as such there are only a few whom she would ever truly call friends.

Skills:

Illusion manipulation: the ability to create, shape and manipulate illusions to cause others to experience things which do not exist or to alter their perception of reality. Recently Quinn has been able to stretch this to a psychosomatic level where her target can experience pain or a low level of damage due to her illusions.

Invisibility: not invisibility in the strict sense of the word, rather Quinn can manipulate the sight of those around her to render her unseen.

Glamoury: the ability to alter her appearance using illusions, simulating a sort of shapeshifting. Though appearing for example, as a bodybuilder, would not give her the strength of one, rather simply the outward look.

Weaknesses:

In regard to her physical abilities…Quinn has, well, none. Her strength, speed and senses are akin to one of the deceased humans (yuck).

Sometimes she gets too caught up in her illusions and can be found sitting alone, seemingly content in her own world.

Brief History:

‘Rescued’ from the Ashlands at only six years of age, Quinns recollection of her parents has faded to a dim outline. She knew that they had both been ‘traitors’ as some called them, one from Erubesco and the other Liberty. Why or when they had left, she had no idea. These were not questions that young children tended to ask. She recalled sadness at their passing but no other emotions were attached to their memory. Perhaps they were too painful to recall.

A wild, dusty child, she had been taken to Liberty, to live as one of the great many. It was instantly a city that she scorned for its bland monotony and presumption of loyalty. In the Ashlands she had been able to play and live as she wanted, here everything was just that little bit controlled. Screw equality, she wanted freedom.

Forced into a system that was completely foreign to her, Quinn was trained to be one of them. And by what must have been shear luck, she somehow quickly begun to rise up the ranks until she became an Espionage agent.

Yet she hated her work. She truly did. But what they taught her, would soon be her way out.

Other:

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

Great thanks! That's fine with me - I was mostly just coming up with a way for her to be part of Liberty, but that sounds better anyway!

I already have an idea as to help you get into the story, if you're interested.

@EchoicChamber

And yeah I'm definitely interested.

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

Hey, not posted here too much before. But really liked the look of this RP, so I've also made a character - hope that's okay! Let me know if there's any issues with it!

Quinn

Full Name: Quinn

Nicknames/Aliases: 'Q'

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Gift: Illusions

Loyalty: Liberty Agent (Espionage)

Description:

Quinn is around 5’6 in height and of a slim build, her musculature is slightly toned though she has no real power to speak of. Her fair skin betrays the fact that she is not one used to physical combat and rather one could say that her scars are more of the mental kind. She appears comfortable in her own body and likes to make the most out of the simple attire that the people of Liberty are used to wearing (though that often proves a difficult feat).

Brunette hair falls in waves down past her shoulders, although she often wears it in a ponytail or plait for convenience sake. Bangs cover her forehead, just brushing the tops of her matching eyebrows. Although her eyes are somewhere between green and hazel, she likes to change the colour sometimes. There are also rumours around some of her co-workers, that just one look into her eyes will trap you in one of her illusions (which is completely not true). Only a few freckles cover her face, crossing the bridge of her button nose to land in a splatter across her cheeks. To complete her face, she has a wolfishy white grin which she will often shoot at whoever is on the receiving end of her teasing.

Personality:

Quinn has seemingly perfect the art of compartmentalisation. Her work requires a level of brutality that not many could reach, inflicting a level of pain and discomfort on others that most would find intolerable. Infact, she takes no pleasure from the ways in which she is made to use her gift, yet you would not be able to tell from her outward behaviour. It is also that skill that makes her perfect for espionage, most often underestimating her abilities or the nature of her gift.

Infact, Quinn often comes across as an easy-going sort of person. Relaxed and casual in her mannerisms, she would rather joke around than submit to rigid formalities or procedures. Self-confident, Quinn is not one to doubt herself or her abilities, despite her superiors best attempts. She will often gently toe the line of what is appropriate, testing the boundaries of what others will let her do.

Yet compartmentalising her emotions has also caused her to detach from some of them and she is unsure if she can really care about people deeply anymore. And although her natural tendency is of sociability, her move to Liberty has made her distrustful of the people living there and as such there are only a few whom she would ever truly call friends.

Skills:

Illusion manipulation: the ability to create, shape and manipulate illusions to cause others to experience things which do not exist or to alter their perception of reality. Recently Quinn has been able to stretch this to a psychosomatic level where her target can experience pain or a low level of damage due to her illusions.

Invisibility: not invisibility in the strict sense of the word, rather Quinn can manipulate the sight of those around her to render her unseen.

Glamoury: the ability to alter her appearance using illusions, simulating a sort of shapeshifting. Though appearing for example, as a bodybuilder, would not give her the strength of one, rather simply the outward look.

Weaknesses:

In regard to her physical abilities…Quinn has, well, none. Her strength, speed and senses are akin to one of the deceased humans (yuck).

Sometimes she gets too caught up in her illusions and can be found sitting alone, seemingly content in her own world.

Brief History:

‘Rescued’ from the Ashlands at only six years of age, Quinns recollection of her parents has faded to a dim outline. She knew that they had both been ‘traitors’ as some called them, one from Erubesco and the other Liberty. Why or when they had left, she had no idea. These were not questions that young children tended to ask. She recalled sadness at their passing but no other emotions were attached to their memory. Perhaps they were too painful to recall.

A wild, dusty child, she had been taken to Liberty, to live as one of the great many. It was instantly a city that she scorned for its bland monotony and presumption of loyalty. In the Ashlands she had been able to play and live as she wanted, here everything was just that little bit controlled. Screw equality, she wanted freedom.

Forced into a system that was completely foreign to her, Quinn was trained to be one of them. And by what must have been shear luck, she somehow quickly begun to rise up the ranks until she became an Espionage agent.

Yet she hated her work. She truly did. But what they taught her, would soon be her way out.

Other:

War of the Usurper [A Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire]

Great, thanks! I'll start giving a bit of thought to my character

War of the Usurper [A Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire]

New to the forum but I'd be interested in joining you guys, if you'll have me

Though I will have to vouch for my own writing abilities as I have nothing on here as of yet!