Prosaic

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@dreamingflowers I'm just a bit slow this week from work, I'll try to have my post done this weekend.

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I've started my Devan starter, should hopefully wrap it up sometime this week.

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@dreamingflowers Dev has been around a few days, he's likely content to stick around HQ considering his home life is kinda bad.

Edenridge

Quinn Lloyd

This party's pretty boring, I don't think it's for me, Lucy's already passed out, she's on the spare settee. | And you can tell all your friends that I'll be dressed to the tens, and I won't make amends if you tell me I've had one too many drinks.

Name

Quinn Alan Lloyd

Nicknames

Q, Alan

Age

20

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

5'11" | 149LBs | Brunette | Green Eyes

Quinn has always been too tall for his own good, with long legs and a thin frame, he doesn't look like much of a threat or like he can possibly hold as much liquor down as he does. He's narrow-framed, gangly and long without much muscle to speak of. He's very pale although he's covered in a scattering of freckles, blotchy, messy freckles that spot his face and body. He has sharp, youthful features and cat-like green eyes. He has dark eyelashes and thin eyebrows that can often be found raised questioningly into his hairline.

Quinn has extremely messy, curly dark brown hair. He very rarely fixes this mop top up but it's come to sort of suit him and his demeanor. He tends to dress a line that borders on being grunge or lazy, he almost always wears black converse. He has no tattoos or piercings.

Personality Traits

Friendly + Good Listener + Empathetic + Intelligent + Charismatic + Devoted - Quick-tempered - Sarcastic - Reckless - Nihilistic - Rude - Moody

Quinn is a sarcastic young man with a bit of a viper’s tongue, he tends to speak in a way that borders on over-dramatic when it comes to using sarcasm. He’s prone to snippy comebacks, things that seem quite mean and inconsiderate of the feelings of those around him. He doesn’t seem to have a filter when he speaks, often saying what he feels with no heed for whether or not it’s ill-timed or badly put. He doesn’t believe in limiting his jokes which often make him… somewhat unlikable for those on the receiving end. It’s not been a stretch to call him “rude” or “mean”.

He’s very emotionally unintelligent, not very good at understanding other people. He’s not so competent as a friend or someone to look to for guidance. He’s very good at listening however, it’s just very unlikely he’ll have any comments on the matter or any helpful advice.

He’s very kind, someone who’s friendly, at least on a surface level. He’s easy to get along with if you’ve got the patience for him. He likes to keep things light-hearted, joking around and trying to get under the skin of people he deems “too serious”. He’s playful by nature and finds it hard to take things serious, even when the situation is… very serious.

He’s extremely intelligent, finds it easy to work through most technical problems and doesn’t have any issue thinking outside the box. He’s very extroverted but doesn’t much like deep relationships, finding it hard to settle down or stay interested in one thing. Although, in love, he's quite devoted and almost single-minded. He’s quick to irritate and not someone you want to be on the bad side of. He’s also very prone to guilt. He tends to take things very seriously when they concern him or something he’s done.

He’s nihilistic by nature due to depression. He’s not afraid to die and tends to make this quite clear by pressing his luck as much as possible. He can sometimes be brave, although only when it’s entirely out of left field.

Biography

TW: Mentions of depression and addiction.

Quinn was born in Edenridge to a low income household, life was somewhat turbulent for the young man as a result of this. His mother and his father divorced when he was eight which left him feeling as if he were missing something when his father got custody over him. He was left chasing the fleeting affection of a man who was just a bit too busy for him and this lead to him acting out as he got into middle school.

Quinn started off causing fights at school, riffs between him and other students. He wasn't inherently mean but he got to be quite good at picking at people's insecurities for a cheap laugh. Some students took this in stride but others... were not so forgiving. Quinn was never good in a fist fight but he got into them so often that he seemingly got used to them.

While he often wound up hurt as a result of these fights, he would somehow seem consistently self-satisfied. This was not to say that Quinn was entirely hated, just that he was kind of an acquired taste. He was a lazy class-clown at best and an annoying asshole at worst. As highschool rolled around, Quinn found himself an active member of the party scene.

Drinking and smoking came like a second nature to him, he spent as much of his time away from home as possible. He crashed on couches, at girl's homes, at boy's homes (he was hardly one to discriminate). He started to make a bit of an infamous impression around the school as the guy that would do anything, any dare, any drug, any drink, he wasn't afraid of consequences and it showed.

Quinn flunked through highschool, unable to focus or dedicate himself to anything. He was not stupid but he did not have the attention-span for the tedium of school. This got worse after Charlie decided to reap vengeance on the school. He almost never attended class after that point, although he could still be found at parties.

Quinn faded into relative obscurity after highschool although those who know him knew that he did his college work online and managed to get a BA in psychology although he's never put it to any use. He currently seems to be hopping from job to job in town.

Family

Thomas Lloyd - Father, works full time as a grocery store clerk.

Misc.

Robert Sheehan | 9e005d
Quinn has ADHD and MDD.
I Love You Like an Alcoholic is another good song for him.

Edenridge

Mentions

@Aces Away

He drove in relative silence towards the bakery, worry gnawing at his brain like a dog with a chew toy. He didn't like the tone of Decky's message, it could imply a lot of things. It wasn't that Nolan kept many secrets or that he had much to hide but no one was upfront about everything, especially when he'd been asked not to tell Decky everything. He, at least, couldn't be blamed for everything Decky didn't know. He, however, absolutely could be blamed for things Lanie didn't know.

In a way, he felt bad for not being upfront about the fact that he and Decky had stayed tight over the years but he knew it would only upset her and he liked to pretend that there was something to the saying what you don't know, won't hurt you. He knew that the sky would fall inevitably, that was the nature of secrets, they snowballed until they barreled you over entirely. He just hoped they wouldn't barrel him over directly into the base of a tree.

Wishful thinking.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for Decky's response. Seconds passed, minutes passed... and finally he heard the cheerful chime of his phone in the console. He grabbed it immediately, idling at the red light to scan over the text. He knew he shouldn't panic but it was hard not to. The words that jumped out at him first were "I was pissed" and he found himself fixated on that for a moment before forcing himself to read the rest.

Anxiety was like that, it liked to pick and choose what information mattered, but he knew better. He understood why the letters would upset him. They upset him and he hadn't even lost anyone to that maniac. He swallowed down his panic and responded perhaps a breath too quickly, fingers flying over the buttons before the light changed overhead, the result of this was multiple texts in a string sent to Decky.

- Oh. The letters.
- I didn't know that he'd show you those, to be honest. They've had me freaked out, I've been kind of pretending they don't exist.
- Someone's idea of a bad prank, I think, I hope.
- I'm sorry I didn't mention them.
- I don't have a shift today, they want me to come in to arrange some stuff. I should be done in no time, but don't hurry on my account.

Nolan

He knew he was coming off nervous, but it was hardly anything new. Decky had known him long enough now to know that he tended to way over think things. He was quick to arrive at the bakery but he was left to muddle through his thoughts as he set to work on fixing up the displays inside.

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@Eviledd1984@Romero

He appeared from the alleyway like a wraith cloaked in shadow, hair mused and face reddened with exertion.

He looked around the dark streets, not too surprised to find he'd missed the carriage he'd been so eager to arrive early to. Serves me right for chasing scoundrels through the street. He thought bitterly, trying to smooth his hair with a reckless hand. I'm lucky anyone is here at all. I'm lucky he didn't put a knife in my ribs and leave it at that.

He spotted the man first, quite taller than himself but not quite as gawky. He was dressed nicely enough but the mask he wore was of cheap material, not much dedication there. If Simon had to describe him, he might say that he reminded him of a hawk. Maybe it was the too-sharp eyes. Maybe it was how he held himself. There was just something inherently bird-like about him. He would have found him intimidating if he had not just chased a drunken madman through an alleyway for a scrap of incomprehensible information.

It was then that he saw the shadow- no- he saw the girl who looked like a shadow. He had readied himself to cry out in alarm but there was nothing to be alarmed about, the darkness was playing tricks on his eyes. He could feel his panic slowly starting to drain away as he stared at he from where he lingered outside the alley. She wasn't terribly imposing, not quite tall or quite short and clad in a pretty blue dress. She wore an intricate mask, probably why she'd looked so frightening in the gloom.

He shook off his discomfort, approaching the pair with long, careful strides. "Uh- hello. Sorry to interrupt." His voice is somewhat breathless still, and the fact that he's fumbling through his pockets for a pack of cigarettes likely is of little help. "Much too dark for my tastes."

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