I Devoured
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"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥."
NAME : Quinzel Francoeur
AGE : - - - (Appears as a young woman)
RACE : Siphon
HAIR : Dark as black ink; mid-back length.
EYE COLOR | SHAPE : Amber; lengthy almond shape.
BODY SHAPE : Equal shoulders to wide hips, thickset bustline.
FACE SHAPE : Sharp and distinct jaw, defined angles.HANDEDNESS : Left-handed
SCENT : Lillies, burning incense, pomegranate.
FLAVOR : Pomegranate, cumin, nutmeg.
COLORS : Black, purple, red.
CLASS : Spellthief
RESIDENCE : Opulent, furnished with baroque aesthetics.
TIMELINE | GENRE : Interchangeable; fantasy or supernatural.
Appearance
Fine face features and pouting lips are but small doses from which Quinzel Francoeur draws her charms. A woman remarked as much for her enrapturing manner as her endowed frame, Quinzel is a polarizing woman who seems keenly aware. The subject of both detractors and flatterers alike for employing her wiles, some claim the woman is unfairly vilified. A creature of confidence and wit slandered by the threatened. To her own credit, boons of kind heritage aside, Quinzel seems dedicated to the upkeep of appearances. Her dusky warm complexion is largely unblemished and supple, smooth unto the very tips of manicured fingernails. Slimmed brows are neat and plucked to arches with lashes stroked in dark ink to lengthen their appearance. Noticeably, Quinzel has a penchant for the form-hugging and plunging necklines.
"Be in your nature."
Impenetrable. An ironic term given her supposed nocturnal activities. Quinzel manuevers to the opposite of her believed motives, dancing the line of self-service and self-sacrifice. How can you move against one so wily and unpredictable?
Capricious. Prone to sudden turns of mood, Quinzel is deemed hard to please on account of it. Where one moment she might be smothering you in praise, the next she could very well be antagonized by even innocent blunders. Even the closest err on the side of caution near her.
Encouraging. If there is potential, she will help you see it. But remember your roots and who brought you up from nothing. Who better than an architect to dismantle her own creation?
Possessive. "The only thing worse than being hated by Quinzel is being loved by her," a former lover writes. If even your eyes should stray, she'll find some means of keeping them affixed.
Indulgent. Quinzel is quietly reputed as possessing a voracious appetite, the flavors numerous. Men, women, narcotics and alcohol, anything to sweetly distract her from a different craving altogether.
Vindictive. A creature of pride is prey to shame, even if Quinzel will never admit it. Real or imagined, she remembers every insult and pays them back in kind. Redress goes by her terms.
Envious. Fondness and selfless love seem lost on her. Why take the gamble of giving another the power to ruin you? Quinzel seems unbothered with it, though "seems" might be the operative word here.
The Spell-Eater, Quinzel has been called. Of all the secrets known to surround the woman like miasma, her siphoning ways are the most obscured. Spells flung with the intent to harm are counterproductive, seeming to replenish the woman instead. Particularly curses and hexes steeped in darker crafts.
When she does not sup on the same magic spent to harm her, she redirects their course. Engagements with mages and sorcerers appear to revitalize the Spell-Eater, often likened to a vampiric being who feasts on extraordinary forces than blood or flesh.
This is the suspected means of her preserved youth.
