r.q. keagan &&COMPLETE!

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Name: Rylee Quinn Keagan
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Loyalty: Shifter
Position: Citizen
Referance: rylee.quinn
Short Description: [dark brunette] [creamy and freckled] [hazel] [female] [wildcat]
Physical Description:

Quinn's skin is soft and has a natural tone to it; faintly peach-flavored, and neither pale nor tan. Across her noes and her cheeks, bronze freckles are sprinkled faintly, though they often blend into her skin and can't be seen unless one looks closely. Her features are soft and warm, her lips full and faded pink and her eyes as large as the rest of her features.

Her face itself appears always sad, and even when there is a smile on her lips, a lovely sadness seems to shape her soft, warm features. These healthy, peach tinted features are framed by dark brown hair; thick and layered, bangs hiding the left side of her forehead and falling beneath her hears at her eyes.

Quinn's eyes seem to draw all attention to them, their color strikingly intense. They are sharp, vibrant hazel. Golden-brown, shot through with tiny rivers of light hazel and ringed with dark brown; they are remarkably unique.

Quinn is still young, her figure thin and her height on the shorter side. She's about 5"2, and being fifteen she'll probably not grow a whole lot more. Most likely she'll be petite for her whole life.

Her wrists are thin and hands bony, a trait she usually keeps covered by the black and gray fingerless gloves she's not found without. Quinn usually wears dark colors, in fact she's never seen without them. She also likes to wear cold-weather clothes, even in the summer, and often multiple layers. Most of the time she wears dark colored jeans and two t-shirts -- one long sleeved and one short sleeved. They'll be gray or black of course. Over that she'll usually have a hooded sweatshirt or jacket of some dark color. Most likely black, again. Around her gloved wrists are normally numerous wrists bands of all colors -- the only color she wears. A black choker can be found around her neck, as well as gray/back/navy blue high-tops or keds on her feet. Despite her affinity for multiple layers, she never wears socs. Her jeans always drag the ground a bit under her shoes and can be found frayed, though she never busy previously frayed jeans.

Personality:

Not really Rylee.
For no reason in particular, Quinn dislikes her first name Rylee, so she generally uses her middle name. Most of her friends know this, though a few people she doesn't know as well would be suprised to find that Quinn isn't her first name.

Sensitive.
Quinn is a sensitive person. She takes jokes often too seriously, not having much of a sense of humor herself, and takes insults to heart. She is very easily offended, and quick to hold grudges for poor reasons. Her sensitivity is greatly due to her insecurity. She seems to always be unsure about herself, feeling stupid or silly, or just uncomfortable stepping out of her comfort zone, which is very small. She often lets that touchiness get in the way of her empathy, shying away from others in fear of what they might say of her, and not knowing how to help people because of a fear of doing something wrong.

Quiet.
She's quiet, almost withdrawn. She wanders around, not talking much, smiling when she needs to, though with her quietness the sadness that she carries about her spirit is only make deeper. When she speaks she speaks softly, saying only a few words and never speaking her feelings. She's not good with putting her emotions into words, preferring to stick to concrete subjects and one-word answers. She's not quiet as in jumpy or easily startled, just drifting and not saying very much.

Strong.
Despite her quietness and her insecurity, Quinn is an uncommonly brave person. Her emotions are carried inside of her, never revealed to the world, and somehow even if she bore the weight of the world's sorrow on her shoulders she would not shed a tear. She has not cried for many years, and probably never will. She knows how it feels to pain, she has felt it too many times, and she never lets pain get in the way of her strength. She is determined and she has a strong will, when she sets her mind to do something she will do everything it takes. And in addition to being mentally and emotionally brave, Quinn is also physically brave. She seems unafraid of death or pain to others, though internally she fears both very much but is brave enough to set aside that fear and face what is coming. She will be the first to volunteer for something dangerous, the firs to charge toward the enemy, and the first to pull her thoughts together and think in a crisis rather than panic.

Angry.
Another side of her is completely different from her quiet bravery. Quinn keep her emotions to herself so many assume her to be mellow and easy-going. That she is not. She has as much anger, maybe more, inside of her as any one person, but she keeps it hidden. Oh, but she has so much anger, and that anger quickly fuels silent hatred. She can be angry at the world, angry at her family, angry at whoever has wronged her and not say a word. But when the time comes that she can release that anger with one action, one decision -- she will not hesitate.

Loyal.
Quinn's strength lends her loyalty -- loyalty to her friends and her compatriots. However, that loyalty extends only to the people she cares about. She does not remain faithful to anyone who has no reason for her loyalty -- people who have wronged her and people she dislikes. For them, she will easily betray, no matter how close they are to her or what past they have.

Unique.
She doesn't go with the flow. She may pretend to go with the flow and think the opposite, act the opposite, purposefully in her quiet way undermine society and it's demands. She has a strong opinion that goes unvoiced, and must be voiced by her actions, however small and unimportant they may be.

Possessive.
Quinn has an affinity for material possessions. She's hardly selfish or shallow, she doesn't simply enjoy getting new things! But she has a certain habit for tying her soul to meaningful objects, such as a necklace or a photograph. Those objects she will keep her entire life, and protect fiercely, almost as if a piece of her soul really is in each one. She has a great appreciation for small, beautiful things that are uncommon, that the ordinary eye would just pass over such as shards of seashells or rope wristbands. She enjoys collecting items like these, in her quiet way, things most people would not even glance at, or pronounce junk. Things like this she doesn't attach her soul to, she simply enjoys their uniqueness. She collects wristbands of all kinds; she may have one blue one, one brown rope one, one plastic green one, etc. These are what makes her Quinn, and she treasures them like she treasures her hazel eyes.

History:

Rylee Quinn Keagan was born in Ireland, and because of that her speech has a faint Irish lilt. Her family was poor, and as a young child they lived in a simple cottage.

Quinn had a fine childhood, even in poverty her family cared for one another, she and her brother john allowed to roam the Irish countryside near their cottage all day, playing in the beautiful fields and forests near their home. Life was almost bliss, and the family hardly noticed the lack of food and meager living conditions.

Then when she was twelve, came a storm. They lived alone in the country, the only cottage for miles, and when the storm came Quinn's parents made the decision to stay in their cottage, instead of seeking help from their distant neighbors. It couldn't be that bad. The storm raged all day and into the night.

That night Quinn woke with a start, smoke was filling up her room! The very air seemed alive with orange heat, and looking out her window the field was on fire; lightning had struck a tree and set their land ablaze, including, at this point, the cottage. Fire quickly consumed the cottage, eating away at the whitewashed wood and threadbare carpets. She could hear her parents and her brother scream, in either fear or pain or both. Then, with a fierce burst of energy, she found herself a wildcat. Not believing it, nor stopping to think about anything, Quinn sunk her teeth into her 10-year-old brother's shirt, dragging him as fast as she could through the burning doorway. She dragged him down the narrow hallway to the door as fast as possible while the flames licked at the floor and leaped onto her brother's flesh, eating away at both of them.

As soon as she burst from the cottage she was met with another wall of flames;; for the field had been on fire as well, but the were now beginning to die and she pulled her brother on past. The two children, the wildcat girl and her little brother, collapsed by the river banks a ways from their house. She found herself changing back, into her human form.

Quinn tried to wake her brother, breathed air into his mouth, beat his chest, anything! But his skin was badly burnt; his lungs full of smoke. Either way, he was gone. It was then she remembered her parents.

Quinn buried her brother by the river and ran back to the remains of the cottage by the time the sun was rising, spilling blood into the sky. She found her parents bodies and dragged their burned remains down to the riverside, burying them along their son. There she sat and wept to the river.

By noon she dried her tears, squared her shoulders, and changed again into a wildcat. She ran to the neighbors and took shelter their, then moving from place to place, escaped from Ireland and the memories that haunted her. And she never cried again.

Only recently has she joined the league of shifters after meeting Abby Terris, who introduced her to their kind.

Relations:

brother//john
mother//shane
father//seamus

Shift:

scottish wildcat

Shift Description:

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In her wildcat form she has a lean, hard build with muscle packed densely beneath coarse gray-brown fur. Her fur is flat along her flank and down her back while spiky along her tail and neck. Her chest and underbelly sport white fur, while the rest of pelt is mingled brown and gray, mottled unevenly together. Her muzzle is touched with bronze. Her fangs and claws are sharp, white, and deliver powerful blows if she needs to. Her eyes are solely unchanged; striking hazel.

When she changes it's as if a sudden flash of light blinds you, and when it dies, leaving a flash burn into your vision, her new form is standing there. Only with Quinn it's the exact opposite of a flash of brilliant light ; rather, when she changes there is a flash of pitch black shadow. The shadow is cold and sharp, despite it's dark hue, still having the same eye-burning effect as light would. It all happens in a little over a second.

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