Quincy Randall

Quincy Randall
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Glimpses People rarely speculate on Quincy Randall's origin; she's been a part of Myrken Wood and the Broken Dagger long enough to be one of its permanent fixtures. Some of the earliest, popular memories encompass the girl limping around the tavern with her broom in pursuit of old Pritchard, or sitting on the stairwell braiding mousy Lenore's long hair; there were evenings lost in the eyes of Jarek, and then the wake-up-call of smirking Starr, as he dumped her into the horse trough. She stood stiffly against the stable wall with an apple on her head, her newfound sister, Ariane, aiming a slender arrow ... Early Life Quincy Luu Randall was born the second child of Jalaine Randall some twenty years ago on Hexal Isle. While she was still an infant her father, Falke Randall, was driven from the Village of the Sun by its warriors, their revolt either because of his own harshness or by the actions of his enemy, Lewthwaite, a man who became the leader of the Sun shortly after. Hexal Isle was a place of chaos and death on a daily basis, the home of Amasynia's exiled peoples - but to this day, the battle of the Sun's warriors and Falke is memorable enough that the cliff where it took place is evermore known as Falke's Fall. They say that he fell to his death with a hundred knives in his chest, but not before they'd lost over half their men. Jalaine hid her despair from the villagers and continued her work as a healer, but when she returned home to her children she wept away the evenings. The burden of caring for an infant fell on the shoulders of an angry, young Leland, and before long, the burden of caring for a household. Jalaine fell ill from sadness, laid in bed for months, until one day she took her own life. Leland raged, and a five year old Quincy went mute in her shock: she spoke not another, childish syllable for years to come. Leland suspected but never knew if she'd seen the tragedy unfold. Compelled by vengeance and honour and filled with loathing for Lewthwaite, whom Leland blamed for the death of their beloved family, the boy made an oath to kill the man. When he was but twelve years, he challenged the Sun's fierce leader to a fight of swords; sadly, the battle was short-lived and Leland was driven from the village with the bloody makings of a scar on his face. He took his young sister with him and for a time, they lived alone in the twisted woods on the eastern part of the island, uneducated and unsafe No one knows how long they stayed there, or how they came across the ocean to the shores of the main continent, these children of the exiles. Appearance Half-faerie is an easy misconception considering Quincy's appearance and temperment. Falke Randall's mother was a faerie, and his father was a human, and Quincy takes this aspect from her father's mixed blood. Standing at a frail five feet in height, she has the look of a pale, young girl with dark, soul-filled eyes; her chin is as vulnerably shaped as the smallest end of an egg, her mouth sulks without her permission, and her long, dark hair - often swaying spikes of indifference over her eyes - has a sheen like sunlight off a raven's wing. It has sometimes been noted that her misleading appearance of fragility is to her advantage. Although she's not often taken with frivolous things, she found herself marvelling at her friend Sawyer's many piercings and her sister's delicate additions: because of this, the crests of her upper ears are each given a mithril, moon-shaped ring. She has the light build of an elf, and has long been rid of the awkwardness that she suffered in earlier years. She's not even aware of her own grace, the inevitablity of so much training and battle. The vibrant ups and downs of her personality are in no way reflected by a wardrobe that is consistently dreary with greys, deep browns, and shadow-greens. At the behest of her master teacher, Pharris Tergor, she has worked a great deal in fighting with her hands and feet - but she has a passion for arms: particularly for Chainbreaker, the massive, stone hammer sometimes seen riding on her back. But never fear, for she's not a complete stranger to weapon's of logic: refer to her tavern room, which is an arsenal of bows and arrows, great blades, and armour.