Quinn is a thrill-seeker abroad and hedonist at home, content to spend his days on wine and women while enjoying the occasional adventure. He has only one principle, and that is that everyone is ultimately on their own. Trying to rescue other pele is a great way to get both of you hurt and, besides, why let others tie you down?
Most men are impressed by Quinn's powerful figure, quick wit, and incredible skill with a crossbow. Women even more so.
Story
Some people are born charismatic and Quinn is one of them. He has an easygoing charm, a kind of magnetic quality to his gaze, a casual affability that conceals a careful purposefulness. An evening with Quinn can be quite the experience.
"I think this is a task for me, fair lady. Allow me to assist!"
"I must say, I am rather spellbound by your beauty, madam. Can I buy you a drink?"
"I say, I see you have great talent, young master"
"Honored governor, I would love it if you allowed me to entertain you for an evening? We have much to talk about concerning recent affairs of state." In short, Quinn will say whatever he thinks will charm and persuade others.
Where is Quinn from? Nobody knows. A wanderer fleeing a powerful enemy? A man of the cloth for whom the temptation of vice became too great? Others, grasping at straws, guess Quinn was once an important member of stone-workers guild because of a strange masonry symbol on his crossbow.
The only person who refuses to get involved in this speculation is Quinn himself. But that only adds to the mystique.
There was once a senator from long ago in a republic far away who was expelled in great disgrace. Never mind the official reason, the truth had more to do with the senator's idealistic proposals around a kingdom-wide network of waystations and other stumbling blocks to the money-making schemes of those who ruled his city-state. Such foolishness had to be nipped in the bud. Reports of a fire spread throughout the capital. Where? The disgraced senator's villa. No one knows how many servants and household members lost their lives that day in the fire. Truthfully, no one wanted to know. It was better to remain apart, uninvolved. One could not risk staining one's own good name by association with one marked out of the senatorial rolls.
Even the senator's name became taboo in polite company. It was a name so innocuous and yet afterward spoken with so much fear: Quinn.
