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[color=AFEEEE][h2]"Just because all the world's a stage doesn't mean everyone gets the spotlight. We can't all be the protagonist in our lives."[/h2][/color] - [color=AFEEEE][b][u]Quincy Dimandario[/u][/b][/color][/center][hr]
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[center][color=AFEEEE][b][u][h1]The Basics[/h1][/u][/b][/color][/center]
[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Name[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Quincy Anise Dimandario[/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Age[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]25[/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Gender[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Sexuality[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Biromantic Homosexual[/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Job[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Quinn attended university and even got a degree in journalism. After failed internships, her dream job of being a journalist has yet to come to pass. She instead found a job at Vibe, serving drinks and talking to the customers. On the side she blogs, often about the clients she serves but sometimes just to rant.[/indent]

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[color=AFEEEE][h2]"Answers aren't at the bottom of that glass, man, but damn if the journey there isn't great for thinkin'."[/h2][/color][/center]
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[center][color=AFEEEE][h1][b][u]Digging Deep[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=AFEEEE][b][u]In-Depth Appearance[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]It's no big secret to anyone that Quinn leans in heavily to the whole androgynous angle in nearly every aspect from her hair to her attire and even to her voice which has that coarse edge to it, though that could easily be from the smoking habit. Baggy, boyish clothing make up the norm of her day-to-day outfits though she prefers to think of it as just simply clothing. There's no adherence to fashion trends or the like, she's no model and she doesn't care to follow the always changing trends, for Quinn putting on some graphic tee featuring some shitty band underneath a flannel jacket straight out of a grunge video is just as fashionable as whatever the people in Milan or wherever are cooking up. Quinn never lets her hair grow out, as that would serve only to ruin the image she has. When working she adopts a more formal manner of dress. Slacks and a button up shirt, sometimes with a necktie to go with it. People tend to like their bartenders not looking like they just rolled in from the skate park.

Quinn's skin is pale, spending a lot of time indoors tends to have that effect, and any makeup she uses is done not to enhance or draw attention to but to lighten and conceal. Her presence is noticed without having to resort to extravagant makeup displays or eye catching outfits. There's artwork on her body, centered on her arms, tattoos with little meaning beyond looking cool at the time or memories now better left forgotten, permanently attached to her skin as a reminder of mistakes and the idiocy of youth. 

And yet, arguably the most noteworthy thing about Quinn's appearance is her height. She's not unusually short nor tall, though she stands at 6'2" and is considered tall compared to most of the other girls she associates with. Her build is rather slender but unmistakably feminine once you strip away the baggy clothing that serves to hide her curves and bust from prying eyes.[/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Habits and Quirks[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Since she can't smoke while working and biting her fingers and nails would be unsanitary, Quinn chews a lot of gum when working. It keeps her mouth busy while her hands pour bottles and serve mugs. 
[*] Always buys the same groceries and orders the same meal at restaurants. The only variance is when she is just out for a snack, but that's what gas stations are for, not groceries. She is a bit of a routine person. 
[*] Starts and ends each shift by taking a shot of whatever the first and last customer orders. She sees it as connecting with people.
[*]Refers to damn near everyone as just 'man'. She remembers names, but names are so...formal some times.
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[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Likes[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Sunshowers and rainshowers
[*] Baseball games
[*] The first cigarette of the morning
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[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Dislikes[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Dogs
[*] Thunderstorms
[*] People ducking out the morning after, before that awkward breakfast and even more awkward explanation
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[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Biggest Fear[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Like many in the world, Quinn fears rejection. Not just simply being rejected by a crush or something so teenager, but being rejected from people that matter, people that influence and open doors. Quinn being so afraid of people saying 'No, you're not good enough' prevents her from truly going after what she wants in life. She won't apply her knowledge and passion out of that crippling fear of rejection - and that, in turn, is why she turns to other vices to fill that void that is fear. [/indent]

[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Personality[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Quinn is someone overly confident in their own skin from the way she walks about with that swagger and that look that says more than words ever could. A shark in an ocean of guppies who won't hesitate to strike when opportunity arises and when her voice needs to be heard. Surely enviable to the right sort, desirable from a different, the dictionary definition of one who has no time for other's opinions and has long since run out of anything resembling a fuck to give.

Quinn is also an emotional wreck crippled by insecurities and a desire to produce something great while only being capable of putting out absolute tripe. Stuck in a spiral that only ever sinks further and further downwards. Unable to hold onto connections, lovers, friends, and a settling realization that her voice will never be heard in the  world. Misery loves company and surrounding herself with people just as miserable as her is how she can boost herself up, make herself look better than she feels she truly is. And the only one who knows this is herself, because her slavish devotion to her own image has taken up so much of her identity that any admission that she's headed for a self destructive path would be akin to social suicide.[/indent]

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[color=AFEEEE][h2]"If it were my choice, I'd serve some sixteen year old a beer. They're in high school, that's the time to fuck around."[/h2][/color][/center]
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[center][color=AFEEEE][h1][b][u]Origins[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center]
[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Background[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Quinn, birth name of Quincy because her father was so adamant that his child be named after his grandfather, was born in a rather bustling city, by way of the suburbs. People in the suburbs of a city always claim to be from the city to make them sound more refined or cultured than they truly are. Quinn was what people would call a 'tomboy' but Quinn simply saw as 'playing with friends'; her parents and immediate family were stuck in the mindset of their childhoods still. Quinn had a knack for worming her way out of trouble, be it by blaming accidents on one of her boy friends or faking tears to gain the sympathy card, it was at such a young age that Quinn realized people will believe what they want to believe. That people rarely see beyond the surface. It didn't matter if there was a broken vase and she was holding the bat, if she cried and said David Weber from next door made her do it, then David Weber from next door was getting a spanking while Quinn was getting an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. 

High school was an interesting time for Quinn. She had the great pleasure of attending a school known more for its appearances in local papers than its curriculum. Students had a tendency to square up and throw down over the slighest offense that it became a bit of a game between students. Sort of a 'guess the reasoning', and kids would've bet on it if gambling weren't so heavily frowned upon. But it wasn't the fights that made high school difficult for Quinn but rather the fact that even at that young age she was standing out for all the wrong reasons. Kids at that age didn't care to know Quinn, only knowing her as the weird girl with the camera or the weird girl with the grunge look. She thought herself an artist among a country of boors. 

Moving to Hartford was not a decision she made lightly. Hartford didn't exactly have the New York Times or anything, but after attending college in a large city full of jokers, thieves, liars, and fakers, she needed a break, a place to really find herself and focus on what was important. Maybe even see if the town paper - every town had a paper, right? - had room on its staff. Quinn has been a resident of both Eden Gardens and Hartford for nearly two years now, and still most people only know her as 'a bartender' or, in the case of the non-alcoholics of the town - 'the grungy looking thing'.
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[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Relationship Information[/u][/b][/color]
[b]Relationship Status:[/b] Single, but has had her share of flings.
[b]Partner: [/b] N/A
[b]Father:[/b] Curt Dimandario
[b]Mother:[/b] Margaret Dimandario
[b]Siblings:[/b] N/A
[b]Pet/s:[/b] About five fish kept in her apartment
[b]Other:[/b] N/A
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[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Theme Song[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][youtube]https://youtu.be/QIMuVKHtooI[/youtube]
"I don't know what got into me. Hot and cold water meeting. I'm telling you, there's no place I've been; Where my mind stops wandering, wandering."[/indent]

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[color=AFEEEE][b][u]Extra[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Quinn's spirit animal is the tiger. Roar.[/indent]