Quinn
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spring lamb tenderness wrapped in autumnal peelings. a bookish soul in shades of antiquated brown and beige, armed with nothing more than a mona lisa smile and a dreaming, dark quill kissing the side of their mouth softly. when they speak; it's songbird and soft, a low sweet voice, that builds stories and sentences like towers out of children's blocks.Quote:adj. QUINN: as in (quin)tessential; (quin)tessence; (quin)tet--
they are all and none of these things.
sylphlike: willowy: elusive and layered:
tawny, but cupric in warm light: like a young sparrow
Quinn has a neutral, owlish face, but there's no love for their own flesh and bones--too mutable to hurt, to ill-intentions--instead they dream corrupt, political giants and beanstalks and being the axe bearing Jack to fell that, bone-rending, monstrous Goliath.
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WHAT?
In essence, a sign of the times. Quinn is an investigative journalist--a sprightly young bloodhound with a nose for rooting out the macabre, the cruel and the unjust. Their aim is to shine on a torch on the darkest recesses and bring what they find to light.
HOW?
Quinn will usually have a front--sometimes harmless and aloof, other-times close and provoking. They're an architecture of dreams; a purveyor and spinner of stories and complex webs. It all depends on the person.
WHO?
If your muse is a villain, unsavoury or found to be interesting enough to stir the nib of a quill: it might be them. Anyone or anything with a hegemony of qualities ascribed to monsters under the bed will lure their curiosity. Those with faux-debonair charm, wiles and affable fronts will snare their attention.
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