Quinn Nichols

[Quinn Nichols]

_{i n t r o d u c i n g . . .}

Quinn Lorena Nichols ///

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Full Name~ Quinn Lorena Nichols
Gender~ Female
Age~ Seventeen
Birthdate~ October 25th
Location~ Atlanta, GA
Faction~ Mayhem
Celebrity Claim~ Ellen Page
Play anyone else?~ Nope

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_{m i n d . . .}

what's in my head?

/// SPECIAL ABILITY


Kything- The ability to communicate without words using eye contact, or reading body language, and translating somebody else’s thoughts and emotions. Quinn can easily connect with those around her through eye contact and read their wants, and in a way, their thoughts. It’s not only through body language, like trained people could read. If she concentrates and thinks about it, she can send a tendril of her own thoughts into a persons mind, ruling out the need to talk to them verbally and express what she wants or what she’s feeling. Scientifically, she cannot explain how she does it. She imagines the thought waves and emotions like threads woven into a persons mind, and if she’s looking to connect with them she tugs on the threads and shares ‘threads’ of her owns. She can explain it as if she were experiencing what the other person was going through, and understanding it. The person on the other end doesn’t need to have Kything abilities for it to work.

Sometimes it’s hard for her to discern what they want, and it’s blurry, and other times it’s extremely clear. Most of it comes through to her much like tuning an old TV with the antennas. It might take a little bit for her to get a clear picture, but when she does, it’s quite obvious. It’s easier if the person on the other end has a clear idea of what they want to say, but that doesn’t always happen if they are unaware she’s connecting with them.

Not only can she connect with the minds of humans around her, she’s found that she can slip into the minds of most animals. In the past, this ability has been able to assist her during difficult times. If an animal she knows trusts her, or knows her, she can ask ‘favors’ of them, such as to make a distraction, or if they’re in a rather unforgiving mood to even attack her target. This skill comes in handy with the few small pets she owns. Not a natural pet person, Quinn needs a bit of help to gauge if they’re happy or not, or what they need.

Once developed, Quinn will be able to communicate clearer and more precisely nearly 100% if the time, whether the participant knows she’s doing it or not. Being a new manifest, she hasn’t discovered that she’s able to communicate with more than one person using a chain effect. In time she would be able to connect with one person through eye contact, then hold that connection even without looking at them. Using the person as a centerpiece, she’ll be able to enter the mind of another individual if her centerpiece is making eye contact with them. Fully developed, she’ll be able to connect more than the three minds and have a conference, translating the emotions for everybody to read.

Being powerful with this ability doesn’t mean that she can harm others physically with it. She’ll stay connected with a person during a fight so she can get a better handle on what their next move will be, or what they’re thinking and feeling. Once fully developed she’ll be able to use emotions against individuals and attackers, and potentially thoughts and images she’s pulled from their mind. Using hurtful images and thoughts against the individual during a fight could make them angrier, giving them more of a chance to mess up and giving her the opportunity to win.

Also, having once connected with a fellow Kyther, or a good friend, lover, or relative, she can connect with them no matter the distant. She doesn’t need to make eye contact with them, or have them be with her in person.
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/// ABILITY LIMITS


Quinn has found she can only connect with another person or animal through eye contact, unless they’re another Kyther, or she has a deep bond with them. The connection to the person is severed once the eye contact has been broken. Although she can also read and translate body language rather well, she cannot make a connection to a normal person if she’s physically touching them.

She can also make a connection with nearly any living being. Through videos, pictures, or T.V’s she cannot connect with, but through a web cam, no matter where the person is, or in person she can. Her range, in person, isn’t as far. She found she needed to be able to see the color of a person’s eye to be able to connect. The color was irrelevant, but she needed to have a strong eye connection in order for it to work; whether that is a few feet, or across the room.

Quinn has recently discovered that she cannot access all minds. A person with a strong will can resist the connection, whether they’re realizing they’re doing it or not. A person with a strong will, to her, could be described as having a virtual shield built around their mind. A strong person, and a person with a strong mind are two different things when it comes to connecting with them. She’s found that no matter how strong the person physically, and with even a moderately strong will, she can still make a connection. The strength of the connections depends on the strength of the will. A willing person proves to be far easier to connect with. Although, strong will or not, she cannot keep a fellow Kyther out, and vice versa.

Despite the fact that practicing most abilities for her is rather easy, she cannot hold a connection with constant eye contact for more than twenty minutes without getting a headache or a migraine. When she’s merely touching eyes and scanning emotions for random people she can keep it up for most of the day with only a light throbbing in her mind as a result. Short connections with animals or people don’t tire her out much either. On the other hand, she’s had bad reactions to people with overpowering auras, or diabolical thoughts. It’s been so bad that she was ill from the images and feelings she received, and her body ached physically.

Although she can make a connection with another Kyther easily no matter the distance, or somebody she’s very close with, it takes a great toll on her to ‘stretch’ her abilities that far. Usually it drains her physically rather than mentally, and every time she’s tried it she’s gotten a headache.
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/// PERSONALITY

Quinn can be perceived as rather immature sometimes, due to all of the energy she has building up. Unless she trusts you, or you take the time to get to know her, she can also be very serious. Despite the fact that she can take care of herself and would do almost anything to survive, she sometimes results to childish antics and behavior. That’s not saying she always acts immature, sometimes she can be downright scary. Give her the chance and befriend her and she’s rather playful and friendly. To most she’s straight forward, bordering on rude, thick minded and stubborn. She has a bad temper, but when needed can swallow the urge to strangle whoever’s on the other side of the anger, tucking it away for another day; resulting in violence or a nasty fight later with somebody who deserves it.

She’s quick to stick up for herself, and doesn’t shy away from a good fight. She’s a big fan for fighting dirty, which she learned the hard way when she first moved to Mayhem and got into some nasty street fights after work. She often talks back, or uses sarcasm, and it seems that she can’t help it much.

Although she puts up a tough front she rather resembles a dog, wanting to please whomever she’s working for and gain their approval of her. She often goes out of her way to do things for others, despite the fact that she likes to stay busy 24/7. She makes sure she always has something to do. She goes a little crazy if she has a lot of free time and nowhere to be, but luckily she usually has an outlet or a place where she can go friction climbing, or practice her fighting techniques, or go for a run.[/i]

Likes~

• Fighting
  
• Swimming
  
• Coffee/tea
  
• Competition
  
• Horror movies and novels
  
• Storms
  
• Heat
  

Dislikes~

• Losing
  
• Sour food
  
• Pictures taken of her
  
• Assholes/cocky people
  
• Being in a closed/locked room
  
• Being picked up, or squeezed
  
• The cold
  

Strengths~

• Agile
  
• Intuitive
  
• Street smart
  
• Quick witted
  
• Multilingual
  
• Extremely good at climbing
  
• Level headed in dangerous situations
  

Weaknesses~

• Easily annoyed
  
• Stubborn
  
• Extremely ticklish
  
• Isn’t quick to trust anymore
  
• Isn’t as strong as she is fast
  
• Immaturity
  

Skills~

• Picking locks
  
• Friction climbing
  
• Gymnastics
  
• Street Fighting
  
• Wiring a car
  
• Can speak fluent French, a bit of Spanish, and can read Latin.
  

Hobbies~

• Friction climbing
  
• Acrobatics
  
• Running
  

Habits~

• Cracks her neck when nervous
  
• Tends to leave the lights on around the house
  
• Is usually late
  

Flaws~

• Cynophobia
  
• Claustrophobic
  
• Achluophobic (Has a night light in her room.)
  

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_{b o d y . . .}

caught in your sights . . .

Age~ Seventeen
Celebrity Claim~ Ellen Page
Sexual Preference~ Heterosexual
Ethnicity~ English
Hair~ Quinn’s hair is a very dark chocolate brown color. She keeps it layered so it’s easier to maintain, and in a shorter style. At it’s longest it’s usually an inch or two past her shoulder blades. At the shortest it’s an inch or so past her shoulders.
Eyes~ A golden hazel color

/// APPEARANCE

Quinn is a very small and slight person. She hasn’t grown any higher than 5’2”, and hardly weighs 100 lbs. Despite her eating habits, (she was known as the ‘bottomless pit’ growing up), she doesn’t seem to gain a pound due to a fast metabolism and her active life style. She wouldn’t be labeled ‘busty’ or ‘curvy’, but she isn’t straight as a board either, or childlike in figure. Besides her small stature she is extremely flexible. Growing up she was in gymnastics and took an acrobatics class, along with participating in track and activities associated with it.

Quinn is very good at sneaking around and walking without noise. Many may say she has the stealth of a cat, and as observant and watchful as a hawk. Though she steps lightly she has a walk that screams 'Don't fuck with me', which has gotten her through a few rough nights.

She tends to wear a lot of baggy hoodies and darker clothing. Though she dislikes the dark very much, it's easier to do her odd jobs during the night, therefore she needs clothing to blend in. Her clothes are mainly skin tight. She's not a fashion queen and prefers to dress simply, not wanting to stick out in the crowd. She sticks to simple long sleeved shirts, camis, tank tops, and jeans. Whenever she has money her guilty pleasure is to splurge on new sneakers and hoodies, or other disguises needed to do her job.

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_{s p i r i t . . .}

this is where i come from . . .

Faction~ Mayhem
Birthplace~ Chatham, England
Mother~ Lilith Nichols
Father~ Baelin Nichols
Siblings~ N/A
Spouse~ N/A
Children~ N/A
Other Family~ N/A

/// HISTORY


Quinn grew up under the supervision of Randall Avery. She came into his home at the age of three. Truthfully, she couldn’t remember her previous home or her parents before meeting Randall. He played it off as her having a traumatic childhood, and that she was lucky to be living in his home. She was told that Randall adopted her during his visit in England, her birthplace, and she didn’t bother with the details. She knew from stories that her parents weren’t very good people and that she was taken away from them. Why Randall adopted her, she didn’t know. He claimed that she reminded him of when he was a child, and she didn’t question it.

Growing up Quinn didn’t know much about what Randall did, only that he had a lot of money and that all of her cares and needs were provided for. From a very young age she learned discipline and obedience. Learning that in order to get the approval from Randall she strove for, she would do nearly anything. She challenged herself at everything she did, trying to do more than expected of her. Schoolwork, playing with her psychic abilities, gymnastics, and everything else that interested her.

She started school at a very young age, her mentors thinking the younger the better since her mind was a virtual ‘sponge’ at that age. Shortly after Randall acquired her, tutors were coming and going, leaving tidbits of information with her and the foundations of what she would be learning down the road. Not knowing that other kids her age were running around and playing, she didn’t think this odd or object to any of it.

Quinn was home schooled for many reasons. The main was that it was hard for her to be around other people. It wasn’t anything extreme, but Quinn was more in tune to others emotions than normal when she was focused on them. She was much more affected by a moody person, and found she couldn’t be in the same room for very long with them. Happy feelings didn’t bother her, but anger would sometimes make her uneasy or give her a small headache if she was around the person for very long, or if they were talking to her and making a physical connection. Being a stubborn child she pulled through quite well, and tried to stick it out, testing her limits.

Another reason for her home schooling was that so she could learn more than in a standard school setting, and she could learn what Randall wanted her to learn. She was tutored in reading Latin, speaking Spanish and French, along with many other challenging courses. Being a very active child, throughout her classes Quinn’s tutor’s found it was hard to hold her attention for very long. They wanted to have her tested for ADD, but instead allowed her to have hour-long breaks so she could burn off her energy.

Despite the fact that she was obviously very energetic and high strung she learned fast. Some things came easy for her, and she struggled in math, but she graduated and breezed through the curriculum by the age of thirteen.

During her childhood, while Randall left on business trips he left Quinn with a ‘babysitter’ of sorts, which was another member of his staff and a woman that devoted her time to Quinn. Besides her home schooling she was enrolled in many other activities such as gymnastics, self-defense classes, karate, and other fighting classes, along with a few other things that interested her. Being a very active child Quinn loved all of the training and soaked it all in. She excelled past many of the other students who had been there for years, challenging her instructors and the older students. She was one of the best in her fighting class, challenging herself. She studied the others and memorized their rhythms, enabling her to counteract or defend herself easily against their jabs, swings and kicks.

While training around other people she learned how to deal with the extra sensitivity to their emotions, and how to push past it. She still felt their anger and frustration brushing past her, but it no longer gave her a headache or made her uneasy.

When Quinn turned fifteen and graduated out of her classes, Randall started bringing her on his mysterious trips. For ‘worldly experience’, he told her. On those trips she discovered that she could do more than pick up on emotions around her. It came subtly at first, as subtle as being able to block them out.

She didn’t realize the blurry images flitting through her mind were from picking up on another person’s thoughts. At first, when the images and scenes became clearer, she was shocked and scared. She realized, like with simple emotions, they came from people she was communicating with, or looking at. They weren’t images exactly, but similar to unspoken suggestions. She felt as if it was a silent language, more to the conversations than just words. She began picking up on subtle things, and could tell when people where lying to her, or where nervous despite their calm façade. She confided in Randall, and he had her practicing her ability in everyday conversations.

She learned first hand how to use her gifts to her benefit and to help those around her. Randall brought her along like his faithful dog to screen those around him and pick up on things he couldn’t see. She wasn’t always accurate, but over time she was more precise with her skill, and it became clearer to her.

Randall asked her to screen those in his circle of six soon after her skills were clearer. Quinn knew how important the group was to him, and performed her job eagerly, wanting to prove that she could use her abilities for more than just practice and small tasks. Afterwards he would ask her to do odd jobs, some that were so little and silly that she couldn’t even remember a few weeks later, but performed them to gain more trust from Randall. Eventually all of her work paid off, in more ways than one. Her ability became stronger, and easier to do, and she was entrusted to perform the biggest job of her short life. Randall wanted her to spy on Mayhem; a faction she learned that he wasn’t too fond of. Randall believed they were crafting something against him, and wanted eyes and ears over there. Quinn, with her ability to blend in rather well, and with Randall’s ‘trusts’ in her, was the best candidate.

After a few training lessons in what she would be doing, she left Randall’s home and flew to Atlanta, Georgia. From there she used the money she was given and bought her own apartment, creating a life for herself. She even scored herself a job at a grocery store to make it look like she was really living on her own. After a few months she was able to get herself a job working in PDQ, a popular nightclub, after learning that’s where the Mayhem headquarters were located. Being only seventeen, she wasn’t able to get a very good job. She was grudgingly hired as a waitress when nobody showed for the position interviews. They were short handed after a few of their waitresses quit from the stress, and Quinn claimed she was eighteen. Her fake ID, which was provided for her before she left, swayed their mind and they hired her. She started work a few nights later.

It took another few months before she heard word of the secrets happening underground. Supposedly people would enter through ‘The door’, and wouldn’t come out again. Quinn suspected they were rather important people and Mayhem didn’t want them being spotted again and had other exits, but she didn’t say anything. She doubted the others she worked with really knew who they were, or what was going on.

After work every night she would leave out of the back door and return to her little apartment to sleep during the day; practicing her abilities on her unsuspecting neighbors, or keep her fighting up to par. Being extremely cautious, she would scan the alleyway as much as she could with her minor abilities, searching people out, and when she didn’t find anybody she would leave. She was caught unexpected one night as a strong man cornered her. Like every night that she worked, she would keep her mind open to feel potential emotions around her, and hadn’t felt him. Granted, he was hiding behind a dumpster, but she still felt stupid for not being able to feel him out.

She couldn’t have gotten away if she wanted to, as the walls on either side were too tall. Her only options were to take him by surprise and attack him to get away, using her speed to outrun him, but before she could do anything he spouted words that seemed to freeze her. He claimed the man she was working for in her mind deceived her and locked her memories. Trying to buy time and thinking he was just some homeless nut on drugs, Quinn humored him. What happened next she hadn’t expected. She had felt him probing, like invisible fingers, against her mind, and all of a sudden memories she didn’t know she had were flowing forward. Surprised by the intrusion and from the pain of having her mind meddled with Quinn fainted.

She awoke later lying on the damp alleyway with memories of her birth parents. At first it surprised her, and even touched her a little to remember them. She was surprised that she didn’t have a bad memory about them, and the stories she was told growing up about how her birth parents abused her weren’t true. After a few days all of her memories were unlocked, and images of the night they died were resurfacing.

That night, fourteen years ago, she had slipped out of her bed after hearing her mother screaming and her father yelling. She huddled by the banister on the second floor, and witnessed men torturing them for information and eventually killing them. That night she had been taken from the safety of her home, and where she first met Randall. He introduced her to a woman with similar abilities to the mysterious man in the alleyway, who locked her memories of her previous life and wiped out everything before Randall entered her life.

After finding out the truth Quinn took a few personal days to think everything over and make a decision. It was the ultimate betrayal, knowing Randall murdered her parents and pretended her whole life that it was for the best. Eventually she removed the money in her bank account in the form of cash, shut down everything she had been working on, left her apartment, and made a new life for herself in Mayhem. She kept the job at PDQ since she made decent money, yet stopped spying on the faction, attempting to live a normal life.

Quinn is currently living on her own and laying low, dealing with the betrayal and hurt cast upon her since that night in the alley. She knows Randall will probably send somebody after her to see what was going on, or would come himself. She keeps on her toes and is ready to run when that day come, or deal with it herself. She has legally changed her last name from Avery to what her birth parents’ surname was; Nichols.


_{c r e d e n t i a l s . . .}

what do you bring to the party ?

/// PLAYER INFORMATION

Name or Alias~ Liz
CBox Name~ iBug
Contact Info~ E-Mail: [e-mail]
AIM: PipTheKitten
YIM: silver_wolf66
MSN: [e-mail]
Age~ Seventeen
Years of RP Experience~ About five or so.
How Did You Find Us? Moon! :'3

/// SAMPLE RP

Quinn skulked along the side of the building, her soft-soled shoes making little noise on the damp ground of the deserted alleyway. The air crackled with energy, making the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck raise in excitement. She could feel a storm coming, guaranteeing that she would have a good night. Good things usually happened to her during a storm, which she was counting on. She had been on her way home from work, she was a waitress at PDQ, and had heard somebody barreling through the alleyway and running up the fire escape. The window to her third floor apartment was now thrust open, and if she listened hard enough she could hear somebody rummaging around.

As she approached the fire escape she extended her mind to sift through the outer area mind of whoever was in her apartment. She guessed there were three people in there, but she couldn’t be sure. She had recently learned people could shield themselves from her and she could easily be overlooking somebody. Two of the men in the apartment were merely seeking attention with a few felonies and misdemeanors under their belts, thinking they were tough. But the other mind stuck out like a sore thumb and cut through her flesh, delving with a cold harshness deep into her bones and coiling into her mind. His mind was a sticky mess of black, trying to suck and lure her further in. It made Quinn cold to feel the harsh intentions and his diabolical aura. She pulled back quickly; breaking the link she had created with who she assumed was the leader, lest he be skilled in telepathy.

She crouched down beside a large dumpster, reeking of nauseating, rotten, food. and Other suspicious liquids that Quinn refused to think about oozed from the cracks in the dumpster's sides. There were many small throwing knives hidden within her pockets, boots and belts, within easy reach. She hardly went anywhere unarmed. They wouldn’t kill unless she intended to, but would injure and more likely annoy those hit with them. They were cured with a numbing liquid Randall had provided before she left months ago. He said it would numb the body part that was hit for a few hours, and that she should aim for their arms more than anything if she had to fight.

Scanning the side of the damp building Quinn uncurled from her position. Making sure she was still alone she lithely leapt on top of the questionable dumpster, gaining her leverage so she could leap up and hook her fingers on the ledge of a windowsill positioned above her. Once she had a secure grip she slowly curled her body so her knees were tucked against her chest, her feet placed against the grimy bricks. Positioning herself she glanced around again. There was a fire escape directly behind her leading up to her apartment, which she couldn’t reach from the ground no matter how hard she jumped since the villains had thoughtfully pulled the ladder back up.

Timing the leap she pushed hard against the wall with her feet, letting go a split second before with her hands so when she flew backwards in the air she could twist her body sharply in order to latch onto the side of the fire escape with her hands. When she connected she clung to the wet metal for dear life, gritting her teeth at the pain that shot through her muscles from the strain. She waited for a few seconds before slowly curling her body up again in order to hook her legs on the landing. She pulled herself up successfully from there, taking a minute to massage her arms and stretch out her sore fingers. She hadn’t been friction climbing in a few weeks, and her fingers had gotten a little lazy.

After a moment she glanced towards her window and quietly crept up the fire escape, making sure to be silent. It didn’t take her long to make it up to the third story to where her window was. Keeping her back to the wall she glanced at the window when she was sure the men weren’t anywhere near it. She found a crow bar wedged against the windowsill, keeping the window from falling back down. Pieces of her alarm system littered the floor beneath the window, and the intruders weren’t anywhere she could see. With a rush of excitement she ducked through the window and into the kitchen, rolling out of the way until she was in the tiny living room and crouched behind one of the plush couches. Movement beside her caught her eye and she slowly turned her head to see her large fat cat, Coon, creeping up beside her. Coon sat beside her thigh, blinking up at her lazily as he twirled his tail around her feet. She had found him in the alley a month or two ago when he was rummaging through the dumpster and she had left a bowl of milk and leftover meat out for him on the fire escape. After a few days of this he had been pawing at her window asking to be let in, and she complied. He had been living with her ever since.

Raising an eyebrow Quinn connected with him, looking for pictures of the men in her apartment. She could hear them rummaging through her bedroom at the moment. Coon only saw glimpses of their legs, but with a bit of persuasion Quinn asked if he could go and make a distraction, planting the images of knocking over a few vases and tearing down the shower curtain in the bathroom. Taking his time the cat ambled off to go do as she asked, twitching is tail in annoyance. Still connected with him, Quinn saw images of his large cat bed in the corner of her bedroom where he wished to curl up and go back to sleep in. He was annoyed the men had interrupted him, and wondered what Quinn would do about it.

Did you read the rules: The rules? My dog ate them. Honest.