Quinn Cavanagh

Name: Quinn Cavanagh
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Shift: Snow leopard

Appearance:
Quinn is small, standing at only 5’2” and weighing a mere 104 pounds. Her hair is long and dark, and she has short side-swept bangs that cover her rather large forehead. Her eyes are wide and icy blue, rimmed with thick lashes. She has a dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her face is heart-shaped and sits atop a thing neck. Her human form bears little resemblance to her animal form, but their relative sizes make shifting less painful than it could be. Mostly, her human frame is designed for agility and flexibility – definitely not strength.
Her clothes change with her mood – she doesn’t much care what people think of how she looks, so she dresses however she wants to, whenever she wants to. Her vast collection of clothes and costumes are helpful here. She does have a habit of ‘borrowing’ her friends’ clothes and then ‘losing’ them.

Personality: Probably the first thing people notice about Quinn is that she has sociopathic tendencies. Some would call her crazy, and not only because of that. She is also a germaphobe with some mild compulsions, like hoarding. She does not horde everything – mostly clothes, technology, and newspapers. She calls them ‘collections,’ but they go beyond that. Then again, Quinn does not understand the full extent of her problems.
She is a very intelligent person; she could not perform her job if she was not. She loves technology, and has a knack for it. She is not an unfriendly person; in fact, she loves talking, she just doesn’t understand people like she understands computers. Most of the time she ends up accidentally offending people (or intentionally offending, it’s hard to be sure), or just putting people off with her quirky sense of humor. She is very sassy and has a difficult time putting up with people who can’t keep up with her. She is much more like her animal counterpart in personality than in appearance; she likes the company of only a few people at a time, and enjoys solitude.
Quinn is a bit cocky when it comes to her work, and is very stubborn and headstrong. She hates taking orders and automatically rebels against rules, even without meaning to. This tends to get her in trouble. She is not much of a team player, to say the least.

History: Quinn was the first and only child born to John and Rosheen Cavanagh. She was forced to grow up quickly when her father had an accident at work and lost use of his left leg. His alcoholism followed closely after. He was verbally abusive to both Rosheen and Quinn, but the two reacted very differently to it. Rosheen, who was already a rather meek woman, became a shut-in and left the house only to get the mail. Quinn was ten years old when she began to steal. She started small: food from the store, clothes from her friends. When her mother’s unemployment checks stopped coming, she learned to steal larger fare like groceries. By the time she was fifteen, Quinn was studying her ‘art,’ learning to tell the worth of something simply by looking at it, practicing lock-picking – anything to get her the money to get out of her home.
It was on the eve of her first major heist that Quinn discovered her shifting abilities. She was planning to steal a valuable, one-of-a-kind painting from one of her neighbors, and she needed a way through their back fence. She was planning to pull back one of the boards, but they were a lot tighter than she had anticipated. She wasn’t strong enough to pull it loose, and she didn’t have any tools. It took nearly ten minutes of pulling before she felt a searing flash of pain in her arms, like her muscles were expanding and needles were pricking at her skin. She passed out from the pain, but when she woke up the board was loose and her arms were covered in fur, her fingernails black and pointed. At that point, she fainted again. She awoke moments later and it was gone. She decided it must have been some sort of hallucination brought on by an adrenaline rush, and continued with the heist. The money from that painting bought her a ticket out of her childhood home.
It was then that she decided to become a professional thief, and then that she began really learning the trade. She bought her first computer, and discovered a passion and a gift. For the next four years, she traveled and stole, learned to use a myriad of different technologies, met people who would become both friends and enemies, and built up a small fortune. Her abilities showed themselves again and again, until she forced to accept them as more than hallucinations, though she chose not to let them alter her life. She finished high school online, and decided she wanted to settle down for a while and go to college. It was in her travels that she learned of MyShape Inc. Though skeptical at first, she decided to look into it. The buildings were near a school she was interested in, so at the age of twenty she enrolled in college (paid for with stolen money, of course) and moved to be with people like her.
She has only been there for two weeks, in which time she turned twenty-one. She keeps her occupation a secret, of course. Her school hasn’t started yet.

Other: Quinn likes to sing. It is the only artistic thing she is really good at, but she is good at it. She has a soprano voice, but she is rather self-conscious about it so most people have never heard her sing. She rides a motorcycle rather than driving a car.

Occupations: Student/thief
Residence: Verge Apartments
Likes: Money, clothes, computers, apples, snakes, quiet, darkness, music, stretching, purple, stuffed animals
Dislikes: Silly string, stupid people, her family, social networking sites, cranberries, tile floors, camping, spending money
Hobbies: Singing, hacking, ‘collecting,’ shopping, reading, biking

Sample: A faint sound, like clicking. Something flowery hovering at the tip of her nose. Something familiar…a sound? Maybe a voice? Where was she? In her bed, of course; it was morning. She had had a nightmare, an awful nightmare, but she could hear her mother’s voice so she knew it can’t have been real. Bright, shining green eyes opened to a familiar face in an unfamiliar room.

Trying to speak, she realized there was something in her mouth. She spat it out, with some difficulty, and found it to be a damp red rag. What the…Groggy eyes scanned the foreign place, finding it to be dimly lit and made of some sort of stone. Racking her memory for any hint of how she got there, Persephone could find nothing. There was no explanation for her being there, not that she could remember where ‘there’ was, anyhow. And there was someone else there with her.

”Mother?” At least her mother was there with her. It would all be alright so long as her mother was there. She would know what to do. Blinking, Persephone looked closer at her mother’s figure. ”No…” The person before her was not her mother. Was her long, dark hair some sort of cruel joke? Was it supposed to be funny the way her green eyes sparkled just like her mother’s had? Even her height and the gentle curve of her chin. It was all there. Persephone had been wrong before, to think all the tears were gone from her. A fresh wave began to leak from her eyes as she remembered the sight of her mother lying lifeless in that flying contraption. It had all been real. So then who was this person standing before her? And…why didn’t her leg hurt anymore? She could move it. She didn’t feel so weak she couldn’t move and the amount of sand on her had reduced rather drastically. Where was she?