Username;; Staz
Number of daeet you want to adopt;; Female 02
Reason why you want to adopt it;;Black and blue? Pffffft- just trust me when I say it was my childhood colors xD
These will bring back memories, and they look awesome<3
Desired name;; Quinn
Age;; Young adult in my form
Personality;;Elegant, beautiful, and dangerous, Quinn is the woman every man wants.
She is highly cunning and shows this through every thing she does; her hits are always exceedingly well planned and almost an art form how capable she is of pulling them off.
She takes great pride in her work although never gloats to anybody; although the assassins she works with knows her as an excellent poison worker, she is more then that. Quinn is so manipulative that most of those who assume they are her ‘friends’ don’t even know where she works; and don’t carry. She finds exactly the buttons that allow her to have control over people and presses them until they breaks.
Romantically, Quinn is rarely without a man on her arm. But unlike most girls, she is never the submissive one in the relationships, and forces all the men to bow to what she wills them to do; if they do not, she quickly rids herself of them.
Occasionally she can pull off a wonderful playact, and most especially these facades lean towards innocence and compassion. With her golden eyes softened and only a tiny smile on her pretty mouth, Quinn can practically convince everybody that she’s the child she can shrink to.
As for her family, Quinn hasn’t seen any of them in years. She is unaware whether they are alive or not, and as much as she would love to find them again, a part of her continues to persist that she never does. Whether this is for her own safety or for theirs is difficult to imagine; but either way, she never goes after them, even to the home town where they probably live.
Almost everybody knows her as her alias, Quinn, and only her family and childhood friends even know that her real name is Acai. It’s what she considers her ‘codeword’; if anybody speaks it then they are either deceptively good at finding information, or someone that, for the moment, she can trust.
Likes;;Alcohol - Quinn has a familiar love for all alcoholic beverages. So timeless that her liver has been shot before, it takes loads of the liquid to make her even the slightest bit drunk; unfortunately. She almost always has a wine glass in one hand, although occasionally she will delve into the poorer of liquors, such as brandy and vodka. This most likely happens when she is forced to deal with the lowlives that sometimes stray into her workplace and ask for a job.
Her Boss - Her boss is a bold, playful woman named Noel who has succeeded in literally owning some of the world's greatest assassins. This includes the infamous, voiceless Reticent and her angelic younger sister Brevity, a twin set that Quinn has had the fortune of meeting only a few times. She does however enjoy dealing with Noel, as her boss seems to recognize that Quinn dislikes being around people, specifically women.
Career - She loves her career. Killing people, whether honorable or crime, has always been a love of hers. Like most mercenaries who kill for a living, Quinn has felt the occasionally breath of godliness; holding a sniper gun in her hand and deciding whether or not to shoot is an amazing feeling.
Tattoo - Her pride and joy, simply put. Whatever clothes she wears, she makes certain that her tattoo can be sign. This is tied into what is considered her 'signature'; she always leave behind a delicate pink petal.
Motorcycles - She is constantly riding her motorcycle, the vehicle she calls her "baby girl". It is a bold, sleek black little thing that she loves more perhaps than anything else in her life; and every time it gets scratched or shot up or even blown up as it did once, she immediately takes it to the nearest mechanic and pays them whatever they want to fix it without being forced to buy another. Her motorcycle is older then her.
Dislikes:Crowds - The hate of being in crowded places, or merely with multiple people, has never been understood by her but she has yet to grow to like it any more. The feeling of being jostled and pressed against from all sides has always irritated her, and even by that it makes it more difficult to do her job.
Women - Quinn hates women. They represent a certain brand of competition for something that she strongly hates competing for; and no, not really lovers, but really her career field.
Commitment - Even from birth, Quinn knew that she was never destined to be in a committed relationship. Although she takes many lovers, as soon as she tires from their antics, she leaves them in the city and moves on; and she never regrets it. Because Quinn is so dangerously beautiful, she gets many requests from men and women alike to be with them, but she has never given in to the temptation to settle down with somebody else.
Children - As sad as the fact is, Quinn absolutely despises children. They are her favorite subjects to kill, in fact, in some twisted way. She would never, ever, have a child; the mere idea makes her sick to her stomach. Most clients cannot believe that she would murder a sappy, innocent child, but in this realm she is merciless. She has nothing to give to this children. Perhaps a part of it is tied into how her fellow children treated her when she was small herself...
Background;;One flick of her wrist swirled the crimson liquid into a vortex of sinful color.
A wicked grin curved her beautiful mouth as she lifted her gold gaze from the stemmed glass and onto the client that sat before her.
The young woman fidgeted and dabbed the edge of a napkin to the corner of her eye. Quinn knew already she didn’t like her. When the silence stretched on for another full minute, she carefully lifted one elegant eyebrow.
With a faint blush, the woman looked hard at the ground. “I’m sorry, I just can’t believe I’m actually doing this…”
An irritated tick appeared in the light drumming of her fingertips against the shell of the glass. The woman glanced up swiftly and bit her bottom lip, seeming to finally catch on that this stranger didn’t have all the time in the world. Reaching down, she delicately picked up her black leather purse from the ground and shook out from its depths a thin manila folder. “Here. Your boss told me this would have all the information you needed.” She stretched it out to Quinn and the assassin transferred her glass to her free hand and lay the papers out on her lap.
“You may leave now.”
The words were cold; the voice was hypnotizingly sensual, but there was no layer of warmth beneath it. The billionare rose to her tiny feet and shuffled quickly towards the door.
“…you’re killing your husband?” The words were drawled, the comment lazy, but the metallic eyes that watched the other were surprisingly sharp. The woman paused in the doorway and looked back through the shadows to where Quinn sat. A frown pulled down the edges of her pouting mouth. “The woman who referred me here told me you’d…” She seemed caught off guard when a low-throated, thrilling laugh drifted out of the corner.
“I wasn’t expecting such an entertaining mission.” She purred, and closed the folder just as the woman escaped out her door. She brought the lip of the glass to her mouth and stole a deep, long drink. “Entertaining indeed.”
Where will it be used?;; CS forums for rp's and doodling for my sketchbook ^u^
as well as storrriessss<3 I intend to perhaps pair her with my current boy Reflection ;u;<33
How will you use it?;; Kind of already answered this xD
Other;; Thanks for the opportunity<3