Quinn

Appearance
Quinn Ó Corráin is a tortle of middle age that has been in prison for the last 40 years. On either side of his head he has tattoos that spread over his temples and branch down the back of his neck. Usually he wears cloth over his shell and a overly small set of reading glasses that have a cracked lens. His objective is to just get by and to find meaning after his years in solitude.

Pre-game Bio
To say that Quinn stood out like a sore thumb was an understatement. More often than not, he found himself sitting in his shell rather than the comforts provided in the dank prison that he found himself in. Memories of his youth came to him like taunting whispers. Things that he could have done differently, paths that he could have chosen that would lead to different roads. Perhaps if he listened to his brother, his mother, he would not have blood on his hands. The tortle looked down at them, almost as if he expected to see them dripping with crimson. But of course, they were not. Just covered in the dirt like the rest of him.

Quinn missed his forge. He missed his hammer. But most of all, he missed the one thing he could never have back. Quinn reached up and carefully took off the small glasses from his face. One lens was cracked, and it was clearly too small for his person. Regardless, he wore it every waking moment, and treated it with the upmost care. All he wanted to do was to be free of this stagnancy, and find out the truth of that damned night that cast him here. It's been... How long? At least two decades... Perhaps three? Quinn shook his head. He was too young to be having memory lapses.