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ID #/ Card: 524147480

Name: Quinn Clery

HP: 17

THREADCUTTER username: xXxLil_Red_RidingxXx

Gender: Female

Height: 5'10ft

Level of spiritual awareness:
Lvl 6: You can see thread and apprentices clear as day, you can remember them as you would any other person, threads look solid but you cannot fully grasp them.
- A little higher than normal as having been mute she's had to focus her other senses when she was alive.

Title: Entertainment / Part time bird care

Personality:
+ |Energetic || Passionate || Caring || Prideful || Courageous |
- |Stubborn || Bratty || Hot Headed || Blunt|

Quinn tends to enjoy attention, and will try to keep the focus on her most of the time. Though when that doesn't work out her way she's known to pout and try to forcibly get the spotlight back on herself. Being both prideful and stubborn it's hard to convince her she's doing anything wrong. When insulted she quickly will lash back at whoever threw it at her. She is willing to do things for other people and though she comes off as a spoiled brat, she does enjoy helping people when they honestly need it.
She's not the type to turn someone down just because of what she thinks of them. She's very fluid in the way she "speaks", giving off large hand motions or distinct body language when she "speaks" to another person. She's straight to the point even if that means hurting the other persons feelings in the end. There is no sugar coating anything to make the person feel better, it's straight to the point and painful.

Weapon of Death: Tuning Pin Daggers. (Like acupuncture needles)

-The tuning pins of the guitar are removable. Though very very small and thin, they are razor sharp and can be replaced after cutting a thread. Though her guitar has to be re-tuned after every use.. which in turns annoys the shit out of her.

Cell phone: Flip Phone

Obituary:
1931-1952 Roaring 1940's-50's
Mugged in an alley and found hours later.

Bio:

Born in Ireland she had only known the family business, which was running a bar. Ireland at the time was heading towards one of the many great trials in its history, poverty, starvation, and disease was rearing its ugly face time and time again. Poverty was at an all time high so it was rare to be able to find a steady bit of work or otherwise. Thankfully her father had the bar passed down from generation to generation. Being in the city it thankfully managed to stay afloat far into the future. First passed down through the generations to her father.. then after Quinns death passed down onto her younger brothers and so on.

Quinn herself had grown up in the bar all of her life and it was all she knew for the most part. Though mute she was taught sign language at a young age to communicate with her family. Her mother was born in Ireland as well, but later moved to the states when she was the age of eight, to marry another man. She constantly mailed her gifts and packages from the Americas to try and keep up her relationship with her kids. Including the guitar she loved and cherished. Quinn had written to her mother about a musician that came into the bar and taught her to play a little, to which she realized was her calling so to speak. Even with out the ability to speak and being born mute. She wanted to practice more and more. This caused a spike between her and her father as playing an instrument did not infact bring in money. He wanted her to help him work in the bar more than anything. The bar brought in money, which helped them survive while her younger siblings were not old enough to help yet.

In the 1930's Ireland hit a depression making things even harder. They were barely scraping by as well as dealing with thefts and break ins on the weekly basis. Quinns father took her guitar at the time and forced her to work with him. She respectfully did so even through all the arguments the two other sparked up. Her father being a veteran of WWI gave her his old trench knife to protect herself and her siblings. Which she kept in her guitar case along with her guitar and a few other trinkets to hide them. Keeping it under the floorboards for safe keeping with the majority of the family finances.

In the 1950's Ireland was having large amounts of emigration causing jobs to pop up here and there, and things were alright for a little while. At least enough for Quinn to finally take a break from running the bar full time. She had finally managed to practice learning the guitar well enough that she could play for the bar at night with out issue from her father. Her younger brother, being only three years younger than her, was able to help out in the bar with her younger sister as well. Quinn at the time did see that the bar was still struggling with money. The area they lived had slowly become near decrepit and worn. She would spend most of her nights leaving to try and find work elsewhere. At least as far as her father knew.

She infact was going out and playing on the streets for money. Even the smallest coin was helpful for the bar in the long run and thus helpful for her family. The amount of money she could make was significantly better the farther into the city she was. Though it was still not the most pleasant of work due to the people who still wandered around at night with nothing to their name. She had to defend herself on quite a few occasions, and in turn had to use her fathers trench knife to keep safe. She did infact injure a man at one time but she didn't tend to think much of it. It was just the same as the rabble that broke into the bar when she was younger. However..on her way back home the same man had been watching how much she was earning. It was enough to cause him to jump her again in an alley.

The fight in turn was the cause of her death. The final report was that she was stabbed multiple times in the stomach with her own trench knife. The guitar and case were left alone.. however the money she had in it was stolen.

She woke up in the field of chrysanthemums, still with all her memories and unsure of the world around her. She has been an apprentice for a while, and simply keeps to what she knows to get around.

Extra:
- Has made friends with a magpie in the mailroom..it doesnt do anything...just kinda sits there and never leaves the mail room... But it's her friend uvu
- Has two younger siblings she remembers. She's yet to meet them again.
- Has been mute from birth, and knows sign language.
- She remembers her past with out problem

Contact: DA notes / Skype / Chat / Google Docs / ANYTHING IS A-OK

Team/Roommates:
- Owen Quinn
- Elizabeth H.
- Diana Jackson

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Stats:
STR: ☆☆☆
She can throw a serious punch, having had to defend herself in barfights when she was younger
DEX: ☆☆
Not very fast but a decent reaction time. The world around her is usually very quiet so she can anticipate but not dodge something
CON: ☆☆
Shes just a teenager, its about average
INT: ☆☆☆
Shes always had to be smart about herself and her surroundings. Otherwise she'd be dead way before now
WIS: ☆☆☆
Street smarts were the only thing that kept her money in her pockets.
CHA:
She can't talk... and shes blunt and rude..like.. really.. really rude

Description

Free to rp anywhere! Just ask!

-----------------------------------------------------

ID #/ Card: 524147480

Name: Quinn Clery

HP: 17

THREADCUTTER username: xXxLil_Red_RidingxXx

Gender: Female

Height: 5'10ft

Level of spiritual awareness:
Lvl 6: You can see thread and apprentices clear as day, you can remember them as you would any other person, threads look solid but you cannot fully grasp them.
- A little higher than normal as having been mute she's had to focus her other senses when she was alive.

Title: Entertainment / Part time bird care

Personality:
+ |Energetic || Passionate || Caring || Prideful || Courageous |
- |Stubborn || Bratty || Hot Headed || Blunt|

Quinn tends to enjoy attention, and will try to keep the focus on her most of the time. Though when that doesn't work out her way she's known to pout and try to forcibly get the spotlight back on herself. Being both prideful and stubborn it's hard to convince her she's doing anything wrong. When insulted she quickly will lash back at whoever threw it at her. She is willing to do things for other people and though she comes off as a spoiled brat, she does enjoy helping people when they honestly need it.
She's not the type to turn someone down just because of what she thinks of them. She's very fluid in the way she "speaks", giving off large hand motions or distinct body language when she "speaks" to another person. She's straight to the point even if that means hurting the other persons feelings in the end. There is no sugar coating anything to make the person feel better, it's straight to the point and painful.

Weapon of Death: Tuning Pin Daggers. (Like acupuncture needles)

-The tuning pins of the guitar are removable. Though very very small and thin, they are razor sharp and can be replaced after cutting a thread. Though her guitar has to be re-tuned after every use.. which in turns annoys the shit out of her.

Cell phone: Flip Phone

Obituary:
1931-1952 Roaring 1940's-50's
Mugged in an alley and found hours later.

Bio:

Born in Ireland she had only known the family business, which was running a bar. Ireland at the time was heading towards one of the many great trials in its history, poverty, starvation, and disease was rearing its ugly face time and time again. Poverty was at an all time high so it was rare to be able to find a steady bit of work or otherwise. Thankfully her father had the bar passed down from generation to generation. Being in the city it thankfully managed to stay afloat far into the future. First passed down through the generations to her father.. then after Quinns death passed down onto her younger brothers and so on.

Quinn herself had grown up in the bar all of her life and it was all she knew for the most part. Though mute she was taught sign language at a young age to communicate with her family. Her mother was born in Ireland as well, but later moved to the states when she was the age of eight, to marry another man. She constantly mailed her gifts and packages from the Americas to try and keep up her relationship with her kids. Including the guitar she loved and cherished. Quinn had written to her mother about a musician that came into the bar and taught her to play a little, to which she realized was her calling so to speak. Even with out the ability to speak and being born mute. She wanted to practice more and more. This caused a spike between her and her father as playing an instrument did not infact bring in money. He wanted her to help him work in the bar more than anything. The bar brought in money, which helped them survive while her younger siblings were not old enough to help yet.

In the 1930's Ireland hit a depression making things even harder. They were barely scraping by as well as dealing with thefts and break ins on the weekly basis. Quinns father took her guitar at the time and forced her to work with him. She respectfully did so even through all the arguments the two other sparked up. Her father being a veteran of WWI gave her his old trench knife to protect herself and her siblings. Which she kept in her guitar case along with her guitar and a few other trinkets to hide them. Keeping it under the floorboards for safe keeping with the majority of the family finances.

In the 1950's Ireland was having large amounts of emigration causing jobs to pop up here and there, and things were alright for a little while. At least enough for Quinn to finally take a break from running the bar full time. She had finally managed to practice learning the guitar well enough that she could play for the bar at night with out issue from her father. Her younger brother, being only three years younger than her, was able to help out in the bar with her younger sister as well. Quinn at the time did see that the bar was still struggling with money. The area they lived had slowly become near decrepit and worn. She would spend most of her nights leaving to try and find work elsewhere. At least as far as her father knew.

She infact was going out and playing on the streets for money. Even the smallest coin was helpful for the bar in the long run and thus helpful for her family. The amount of money she could make was significantly better the farther into the city she was. Though it was still not the most pleasant of work due to the people who still wandered around at night with nothing to their name. She had to defend herself on quite a few occasions, and in turn had to use her fathers trench knife to keep safe. She did infact injure a man at one time but she didn't tend to think much of it. It was just the same as the rabble that broke into the bar when she was younger. However..on her way back home the same man had been watching how much she was earning. It was enough to cause him to jump her again in an alley.

The fight in turn was the cause of her death. The final report was that she was stabbed multiple times in the stomach with her own trench knife. The guitar and case were left alone.. however the money she had in it was stolen.

She woke up in the field of chrysanthemums, still with all her memories and unsure of the world around her. She has been an apprentice for a while, and simply keeps to what she knows to get around.

Extra:
- Has made friends with a magpie in the mailroom..it doesnt do anything...just kinda sits there and never leaves the mail room... But it's her friend uvu
- Has two younger siblings she remembers. She's yet to meet them again.
- Has been mute from birth, and knows sign language.
- She remembers her past with out problem

Contact: DA notes / Skype / Chat / Google Docs / ANYTHING IS A-OK

Team/Roommates:
- Owen Quinn
- Elizabeth H.
- Diana Jackson

***************************************
Stats:
STR: ☆☆☆
She can throw a serious punch, having had to defend herself in barfights when she was younger
DEX: ☆☆
Not very fast but a decent reaction time. The world around her is usually very quiet so she can anticipate but not dodge something
CON: ☆☆
Shes just a teenager, its about average
INT: ☆☆☆
Shes always had to be smart about herself and her surroundings. Otherwise she'd be dead way before now
WIS: ☆☆☆
Street smarts were the only thing that kept her money in her pockets.
CHA:
She can't talk... and shes blunt and rude..like.. really.. really rude