Name; hadley quinn gray, goes by quinn
Gender; nonbinary, female pronouns
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➨ name ;; hadley quinn gray, goes by quinn
➨ gender ;; nonbinary, uses female pronouns
➨ what do they think of themself? ;;
the ink on this paper has barely dried. it has a tidy little signature in the corner, signifying that the writer is 'quinn gray.' something tells you these words weren't meant to be read....
it's so difficult for one to describe themself--a little like trying to describe a color to a blind person, or invent a new color. it's paradoxical. it seems like it should be so simple, but when you put your mind to it, well, your perspective changes a little, doesn't it?
from a literal point of view, maybe it is simple. just go look in a mirror.
what do you see?
there is something scribbled out here, a mess of black ink. a little note next to it clearly remarks 'ignore.' the rest of the paper is blank, a physical manifestation of the huffed 'nevermind' uttered over it earlier that day.
you get the feeling this paper won't see the light of day again.
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quinn hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time. she got tired of what she saw there. it wasn't her dull gray fur or the dainty white whiskers or raven-colored tresses that fell round her neck; it was her eyes, always her eyes that caught her attention and trapped it in the glass. pale gray, like a cloudy sky, like a glass of water. plain. uninteresting.
reflective.
have you heard of the phrase "social acumen?" quinn has. it's the ringing in her ears, the static in her head that stops her from sleeping at night. it's the reason she can't think of herself as anything as a mirror; plain, unobtrusive, uninteresting--unable to stand out from the rest of the rabble. she's a reflection of the world around her. she shows others what they possess rather than what she does. her eyes have no life of their own; if you look into them, you only see what you want to see. it is impossible for one to give away their thoughts when they are thinking of nothing at all.
it's hard for her to form an opinion of herself. she gives no indicator of what she's like. the only thing she knows for sure is her gray fur, her gray shine, her gray eyes.
if someone tells her she's good, she stares at them awkwardly; if they call her worthless, she offers a slow blink before turning away. others' opinions don't bother her much, since she has none of her own.
if prodded to give an answer, quinn knows what she would say about herself; uninteresting. but she really doesn't want to give you an answer. she already knows what you think of her, and she's smart enough to tell you exactly what you want to hear.
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you know her well enough now, you think. her opinion of herself is completely shaped by people around her; she is like a mirror, a reflection of the souls that surround her. her opinion is easily manipulated. when she looks in the mirror, all she sees is empty gray eyes, like twin mirrors. her opinion is your opinion.
(512 words, i hope thats okay???)